The group climbed up the hill, separated the dense clumps of sheep-toothed plants, looked into the valley below, and saw the scene described by Luo Yu.

In the valley, a long team was running under the moon, as if three long dragons were winding. Afangde looked at the costumes of those people and spoke confidently: "It's a sand thief."

"It's not just the sand thieves." But Fang Yu shook his head. He was sure that these people were the backup planners arranged by blind followers. They might be sand thieves, but they must also be believers of Descartes.

He looked up at the direction of the valley entrance, and the imagined defenders there did not appear, as if they were just letting these sand thieves go straight in. A thought flashed through his mind, thinking that this might be the plan of the king of sand Babartan to capture all these Descartesians in one fell swoop. He was very bold, but once he failed, he would have endless troubles.

Both sides were bold gamblers and played chess on this chessboard, but out of their understanding of the dark believers, Fang Yu was not optimistic about the King of Sands.

The sand thieves in the valley moved in one direction, where in the dense rain forest, several white vaults stood above the tree canopy. The box looked at that direction and suddenly spoke, "We can arrive before them."

Fang Yu looked back at him unexpectedly. The middle school boy finally spoke to communicate with others, which was an excellent phenomenon. It seemed that since he came back from the Dawude, the other party had been a little different from before.

He turned around and asked:

"Where is Babaltan, the king of sand?"

"It should be the only building complex in this valley," Alfonde replied.

"Where is the Emerald Star?"

"It should be under the largest building."

Fang Yu nodded and decided:

"Down the mountain, we must arrive before them."

...

The ethereal singing echoed in the hall, making people sleepy—

The ceremony has reached its final stage, and everyone in the hall is watching the crystal mountain emit brighter and brighter green light.

In the green light, they seemed to see the creation of a door invisibly, as if a voice was whispering in the dark, depicting an extremely beautiful picture for them - behind the door was everything they had pursued for their whole life - money, power or beauty -

Varies from person to person.

The king of sand Babaltan stood in front of the Crystal Mountain, and the bright green light made him pale, as if he had suddenly become ten years older.

But only this man named King had two burning flames deep in his pupils. The fire of life burning in his chest became more and more vigorous, and the flame spread to his limbs and bones, as if it was about to burn everything.

What he saw more in that light was another world, not only the fertile land that provided his people's life and habitat, but also a gentle voice calling him - the gentle voice, like a dream, brought him back to his first meeting with the girl seventeen years ago.

It was a bright bonfire, the same bright smile as the bonfire, the light of the star ceremony that night, such a bright moment—

"Babaltan, come to me-"

The King of Sand reached out his hand, as if he wanted to catch something.

But he could only touch the cold crystal, and the feeling he responded to was like holding a warm and soft hand.

"Afifa, are you there?"

"Did you see it? I've realized the notes you left--"

"What you write down in your notes is true."

"But wait a little bit..."

"I have to avenge you."

Among the crowd.

Only Seneman looked at this scene with a gloomy face, as if it was not affected at all. But in his deep eyes, two faintly burning flames seemed to be lit. He looked at the people around him, the swords on his neck, and the King of Sand standing in front of the Crystal Mountain, and a sarcastic smile appeared in his heart:

"Come on, the king of the desert, go and push open that door."

He was fanatically motivated in his heart:

"Go and see that brand new world and welcome your master."

“There is everything you want—”

"Even including, eternity."

But no one could hear the voice of this servant.

The four warlocks were separated by four sides, and they had completely integrated with the ritual and could not detect any changes around them. Only Abenni, who presided over the ritual, noticed a trace of abnormality at this moment - he found that more people connected to the ritual were becoming more. The great warlock vigilantly searched his magic net, and found that everyone in the hall was connected with the ritual.

It’s just that they use magic, while the ministers devoted their souls.

This discovery shocked Ebenni. If the spell continues, a large group of living dead people will be added in the hall. Those who are nearly one-third of the princes and ministers of Istaniya, would it be better to let these people die here? What's more, the King of Sand himself may be in danger.

During the ceremony, there was about one person who was not affected except those who were elected.

He held the staff and looked back in shock and furiously, just in time with Seneman's bright eyes.

"Seneman, what did you do?"

Ebenni said furiously.

"What can I do?" Seneman smiled gloomyly as he looked at the sword that was erected on his neck.

Abenni understood the identity of this person, so he stopped talking nonsense with him. He turned around and said in a deep voice to the King of Sand not far away:

"Your Majesty, the ceremony must be stopped."

Babartan was slightly stunned and turned around.

But even with his back to Crystal Mountain, the green fire in his eyes had not subsided.

The King of Desert seemed a little hesitant for a moment. On the one hand, it was the minister he trusted, and on the other hand, it was the voice calling him - the confusion factor in his mind gradually gaining the upper hand, causing him to take a step back slowly and shake his head gently.

The ceremony cannot be terminated.

That is Afifa's last hope-

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Of course, the ceremony cannot be stopped," Seneman also smiled sinisterly: "Once it is stopped, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Where are you going to find such a huge emerald star?"

"Shut up, Seneman!" Ebenny said angrily.

The latter smiled without saying anything, and looked at the crystal mountain with awe in his eyes.

This is what is called a kind gift—

The ancestor of the princess took so much effort to preserve it intact and protect this secret for generations. But all this is just for today. This is the great power of the saints of the dark, and it can even hide from the pseudo-god Olin's claim to be omniscient in everything. And this is just the beginning, and the world will surely belong to...

But Ebenni finally reacted at this time.

He realized that the King of Sand had also bewitched by the Crystal Mountain, and the only hope left was the few Saints' Chosen. He immediately shouted to the other party: "Kill Seneman, immediately!"

Ye Hua and his friends had already noticed an abnormality the moment Abenny spoke.

The young man holding the sword hesitated for a moment, but Ye Hua reacted decisively and pulled out the dagger and stabbed Seneman's chest.

The latter screamed, covered his chest and stumbled backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But Seneman fell to the ground, covering his chest with one hand, and laughed bitterly: "Haha, it's too late, everything is too late..."

He looked at everyone with a burning gaze: "Don't think I don't know your plan. The self-righteous fool, the mortals are trying to fight with the holy people. It's just a dream... Haha, cough cough..."

The ministers in the hall were like wooden sculptures, as if they had not seen it at all and had not heard this scene.

Abenni looked at all this with horror.

Seneman was almost dead, but the ceremony did not end as expected.

Where exactly is the problem?

The notes were clearly left by the princess, and no one had seen them except the King of Sand and His Highness the Great Princess. Moreover, even if you have seen them, you have no chance to change the content above--

He thought in his mind, and even a terrible thought that had no roots flashed through him - was the princess also a member of the blind follower?

But it is this moment—

A crisp sound came from outside the hall:

"Father, please stop the ceremony!"

The sound was clearly heard by everyone in the hall who was still awake.

They couldn't help but look in that direction, watching the little princess holding the wood carving in her hand, and the eyes were filled with tears.

She almost cried and begged:

"Father, I'm here. I'm Afifa. Have you forgotten me?"

This sound seemed to hit the heart of Babaltan, the king of sand.

He was stunned in front of the Crystal Mountain, and turned around stiffly. In his pupils covered by green light, the confused light slightly dissipated.

He recognized his daughter, as if he had seen a phantom appear beside his daughter. The girl in the phantom smiled gently at him. The meaning of the smile was the only one in the world who could interpret the meaning of it.

He slowly looked back at the reflection in the crystal, and couldn't tell for a moment that one was his true love. They were all so similar, almost exactly the same, but there was a voice in the dark that told him that once he made the wrong choice, he would be doomed.

He has lost this world once, and he must not lose the second time-

He looked at his daughter and the reflection in the crystal, and for a moment he was both painful and confused.

Afeifa bit his lip and tears kept falling. The man told her that his father would definitely respond to his call, but why did he remain motionless there?

Does he no longer love himself, does he no longer love his sister, has he forgotten his mother? Why did he leave everyone behind and implement that illusory "plan". Is it more important for a mother who has left this world than every relative who still exists in this world?

Even if her mother is still in this world, would she be willing to look at her daughter and lose her father again?

She thought about all this in tears.

Until one hand pressed on her shoulder.

Ebenny saw that the group walked in from outside the entrance of the hall.

Fang Zhu, Luo Hao, Box, Luo Yu, Jita, Paparal, halfling Afangde and Pasha who followed everyone.

Fang Yu quietly put his hand on the little princess's shoulder and said to her warmly: "Continue, Afeifa."

The little princess nodded with tears in her eyes. She carefully held the wood sculpture, her lips squirming, as if brewing the feelings in her heart.

But the feeling finally erupted, and she almost cried into tears and said:

"Father, my sister and I are still waiting for you to go back."

"We need you, we need a father-"

"Please don't leave us."

"Please..."

The young, helpless voice, like a sharp arrow, hit the hearts of everyone in the hall.

It also hit the heart of the king of sand, Babaltan, and pulled him back from the dream. All the illusions disappeared, leaving only the real illusion - his helpless crying daughter, the wood sculpture in his hand, and the illusion of a girl standing beside his daughter.

He seemed to suddenly understand what he really abandoned.

He glanced at the Crystal Mountain beside him, feeling both strange and uneasy.

But why?

Isn't this Afifa's plan?

He turned around in a daze and faced his daughter.

And it was at this moment that Ebenny suddenly shouted: "Be careful with your Majesty!"

Afeifa also covered her mouth and looked at the scene in shock. The wood carving in her hand even fell straight to the ground.

The wood carving fell into two pieces.

In the eyes of everyone, when the king of sand Babaltan turned around, a phantom was emerging from the crystal behind him.

But it was not a phantom. It emerged from the dark green crystal, like a mountain-like giant, with three heads and four arms, holding a huge sickle, raised it high and swung it down suddenly. The sickle penetrated the distance between the crystal and reality, flashing with a sharp light, and swung it down in one fell swoop.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Afeifa screamed.

But among the crowd, only Fang Yu looked calm, stepped forward and raised his right hand.

The arm armor that represents the identity of an alchemist, with a cold luster and a strange shape - the pride of the Lone King, seems to reflect the lone light under these numerous brilliances.

With that voice that represents the firmness of the young man:

"Olfendo, Gemini, up!"

There was a loud bang.

The wall on one side of the hall suddenly collapsed.

A spear broke out from the stone, followed by a tall and towering statue that broke through the wall and broke into the hall - a majestic knight, a long white feather was fluttering in the wind on the armor that reflected light.

It intersected with the ministers, stabbed forward with a shot, where the phantom holding the sickle was slashing down. In everyone's eyes, only Seneman's shrill laughter was echoing in the hall, which seemed particularly harsh: "It's too late, everything is too late, hahahaha, cough cough..."

"You can't..."

His laughter came to an abrupt end, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed.

At that moment, the phantom of the spear and the sickle intersected.

Afeifa knelt on the ground with a gulp, completely limping.

The huge knight's gun hit the tall Crystal Mountain at that moment. In Seneman's view, the Emerald Star, which should be indestructible, at that moment, a crack spread from it.

There was a loud 'click'...

The cracks wind in all directions like spider silk.

A phantom swept across the Orphen Gemini, like an invisible wind swept across the crystal mountain.

Few people saw that the faint shadow was like a giant beast that opened its wings covering the sky and the sun. It turned around and its golden pupils were like falling into the mortal world. The fire would burn everything and turn everything into dust, and the black smoke and dust were lingering with the tall and arrogant creatures.

It is a dragon.

"Black Wings bring death..."

"Black Wings bring death..."

"A sign of death..."

"A sign of death..."

Seneman repeated these words in his dim eyes, but no one could hear them clearly.

The incredible colors in his eyes seemed to be frozen in that moment, and the last sentence in his mouth was stuck in his throat.

"but……"

"Why... is it..."

A layer of dull paleness enveloped the waxy face of the servant.

And at this moment, the Crystal Mountain collapsed with a bang, turning into countless tiny green fragments, falling all over the ground.

The giant shadow holding a sickle swung past the body of the king of sand Babaltan, but it was like a gust of breeze that only drove the corner of the desert king's clothes and floated gently.

Only then did the people in the hall return to the clarity. They all came back to their senses from their dreams, but they still remembered the scene that happened before. They stared blankly at the tall and majestic statue of the Knight's spear, standing beside the King of Sands, still maintaining the moment when they hit the Crystal Mountain.

Everyone turned around and looked at the young alchemist.

But the eyes are completely different.

The hall was silent for a moment.

Princess Afifa, who was kneeling on the ground, finally couldn't help crying, as if the feelings in her heart were in her heart, and she could not control it at this moment.

The king of sand, Babaltan, standing in the middle of the hall, looked at his daughter, then looked at Fang Zhu standing beside him, as if he had just woken up from a ridiculous dream. This man, as a king, even seemed a little depressed at this moment. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, sighed, and then said to Fang Zhu:

“…It seems that I did at least one thing right, young man.”

But Fang Zhu shook his head.

"The crisis has not been resolved yet, Your Majesty."

The King of Sand nodded slightly.

He looked at his ministers, and everyone in the hall had a little different reaction, but most of them had not actually reacted. Only Earl Nurman took a step forward at this moment.

But Babartan stopped the latter's speech.

He untied the cloak with one hand, threw it to the ground, then pulled out the scimitar from the sheath and held it in his hand. The bright sword light reflected the face of the king, as if it brought him back to that young time-

"Nurman, let us kill the enemy side by side again." The King of Sand said softly.

The Count was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.

The King of Sand turned around and looked around, as if he had finally regained the king's arrogant spirit, and said loudly:

"Where is my knight?"

Ed looked at this scene and silently helped the little princess up from the ground.
Chapter completed!