Ye Hua slowly looked at the stars falling from the wind and snow. The silver light was as bright as a brilliance, and it fell down layer by layer. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the leather fingers on the long arrow tail feather.
In the flowing wind, the snowflakes were just like a layer of fine powder, floating with gentle feathers. But the other hand, covered with a layer of white frosted, metal gloves, stretched out from behind and held his hand.
Ye Hua stopped and turned around.
Two lights were passing through the snow wind, outlining the tall structure behind it, reflecting the flying snow foam, and shooting straight into the vast darkness ahead. Ye Hua looked at the face covered with wind and snow, and the latter's firm eyes were falling on him, and he shook his head gently.
"It's not time yet, Ye Hua."
"Star, let go."
"Ye Hua, believe me, I'm not overwhelmed by revenge."
The wind is howling.
Fang Zhu felt that he was falling and sinking into a groggy darkness, but he knew that it was the wind and snow that blocked the sun and everything.
His Highness, the three giant heads incarnated by Descartes, and the girl in black, all disappeared at this moment. He only saw a piece of snow mist and the bitter cold wind. After the chaos was not clear, a huge shadow floated by - it was a tentacle.
But soon, the tentacles disappeared—
The silver flame in his eyes was gradually dimming, as if he had lost his power. He thought, has His Royal Highness succeeded? But the scenery around him had not changed at all, or had it failed?
Fang Yu took a light breath and looked at the white mist he exhaled, which was blown to pieces by the wind in an instant.
He did his best, and perhaps the great princess did his best, and he suddenly felt a little tired, but the tiredness did not come from the body, but from the world of the mind.
What else can he do?
Fang Rong thought of his own Miss Dragon Soul.
"Miss Tata, do we still have a chance?" he called in his heart.
But the fairy did not answer, but for a moment, she suddenly looked in one direction.
Behind the snow wind there, another silver light suddenly broke through the rolling snowflakes and came into the eyes of Fang Zhu.
He subconsciously turned around.
He saw a dragon, a silver dragon, spreading its wings and flying towards him.
He almost thought he had seen Anloser, but it was actually Margaret, the dragon queen; the huge dragon-shaped structure was spreading its wings and swooping in this direction, and then gently caught him with his flat and wide back.
A roaring sound came from the cold metal machine, "Hold on, little guy."
"Ms. Margaret?"
"I'd rather call me Alesha," the voice roared, and the Dragon Queen raised her head and looked up at the clouds with her crystal eyes: "I'll take you up, can you find a way to deal with Descartes?"
Fang Yu was a little silent.
But the next moment, there seemed to be a throbbing in his heart.
He put his hand gently on his chest in a bit incredible way, and there, an extremely dazzling light suddenly pierced through the snow wind. The green light was like a dream.
He seemed to hear a voice:
"Child, help me."
That voice is like Afifa's.
But he blinked his eyes lightly and suddenly felt a little surprised.
...
A ray of sunlight broke through the deep dark clouds.
Outside the Kasan Palace, the city seemed to be boiling suddenly, and the noise even crossed the palm forest and reached the hall. Alef, who was frowning, couldn't help but straighten up and look in that direction.
The palace gate was pushed open with a 'bang', and Saischel, who looked excited, walked in from outside, raised her head to look at the future crown prince. The old man opened his mouth, but was unable to speak at the first moment.
He paused for a moment, breathed evenly before saying:
"They are back!"
In the eyes of the exhausted guards on the palace walls, the slowly silver torrent, the silver armor, the brown robe, the long halberd like a forest, the sun shines on the axe blade, and the snow is shining.
The knights appeared on the other side of the inner city, crossing the opening of the tower that the sand thieves had opened before. They were standing on the sky there, forming a bright silver thin line above the head of the outer city.
A tall figure appeared beside the knights.
Elna stood up from the ground with her ragged structure. She wiped her goggles hard to confirm that she was not mistaken. But suddenly, she opened her mouth.
It was them who came back.
Lavali, who was standing beside her, had already been in tears. When a scimitar in her hand also fell on the top of the city, she bit her lips tightly, turned around, and wiped the corners of her eyes hard with the back of her hand.
The tall Count Nurman was turning around and looking at the knights beside him. He was a little silent. In front of him was a mess of Questak, the shaky Casan Palace, and his daughter who was uncertain about his life and death.
It is the evil force that is nurturing in the air, the born dark god, a monster flying all over the sky, and a twisted creature on the ground like a sea and a tide.
But he only silently pulled the mask below, pulled out the scimitar between the sheath, and pointed forward.
Silent, but it seems to be telling the words in his heart-
‘Go, my children. I ask you to save my daughter as if you were yours.”
‘Go, young men, I ask you to save the king’s sons, just as the Istanese sons.’
‘Go and save everyone here today, or die in battle on this land, and we rest our heads on the blade as if we were sleeping peacefully.’
‘The Istani fought for honor, and today, too.’
As described above in the Psalm, in the great war of the past.
The knights lined up in rows, and they were laying their spears in their hands, like mercury that poured down from the gap in the ruins of the tower, from the edge of people's vision.
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Everyone saw it.
"Your Majesty is back!"
I don’t know who shouted the first sound, and the cheers resounded through the sky.
"It's Your Majesty who is back!"
The sound from afar has been heard from the inner court.
Delan listened to the voice and turned around. The girl beside her was leaning weakly on the huge chair, tilting her head, lowering her eyelids, and her thick eyelashes were still motionless.
Her skin was as pale as the color of snowflakes, and was as quiet as a dream, and she was sleeping deeply, and no one could wake up. The huge chair was like a throne, on which was a pure and flawless princess.
Until the sound of gentle footsteps seemed to separate the crowd.
There were many voices of discussion among the ministers, but these voices were all deep.
Babaltan walked between the courtyard wearing a blood-stained cloak. He looked at the girl who had fallen quietly, and a hint of gentleness flashed in his eyes.
He stopped gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing his daughter, took off his cloak and handed it to the waiter beside him. His little daughter was standing aside, holding the wooden statue of his mother in his hand, blinking her eyes, and looking at the sleeping girl in front of him strangely.
She had some dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart, and she was given the same name as her girl named by her father.
But she clearly knew that her name came from the queen who had a little blurred memory.
Looking at the quiet face, a strange feeling suddenly rose in the little princess's heart, the tip of her nose felt a little sour, and her eyes seemed to be covered with mist.
After all, it was her mother's face—
The memories of the past seemed to flow quietly into her heart.
Babaltan gently came to the girl and placed his hand on her snow-like forehead. The gentle movement was as if he was stroking the face of his daughter.
He didn't speak, but a voice came from behind.
"Father," Alef also took Seschel out of the crowd, "Mr. Delan has told me, but Miss Afifa itself is not part of this mistake, and she does not have to sacrifice herself for anyone-"
"We are the ones who really should be responsible for this," he paused for a moment, and couldn't speak for a moment. "I still remember that you taught me since you were a child to protect my younger brothers and sisters, not to mention that I am also an Istanier and have the obligation to protect this land."
"So, I am your son too, please allow me to replace Miss Afifa..."
But Babartan did not interrupt the other party like in the past, but looked at the eldest son of his own. After the other party finished speaking, he shook his head: "Alef, you are the future king of this land. Do you know what responsibilities a king should fulfill?"
Alef also retorted rarely: "But..."
"Alef," the tone of the Sand eased: "Drand didn't tell you that not every member of the Penelope royal family held that key-"
"Rupert's mother has already arranged all this," Babaltan turned around and replied faintly: "Go back, Alef, leave this for me."
Alef couldn't help but look at Delan, but Delan only looked at him silently. A hint of unspeakable expression flashed in the prince's eyes, but in the end he could only sigh, turn around, and walk out of the crowd.
Babaltan watched everyone walk out of the courtyard silently.
Finally, his eyes fell on his little daughter, squatted down, and gently stroked the braid behind her head: "Afeifa, you go too..."
"Father..." The little princess looked at him with some anxiety. Although she was willful and still simple, she could hear something from the conversation between her father and her brother.
She always felt that she might lose something forever after she left, and looking at the sleeping girl on the bench, she couldn't help but cry in her tone: "You, are you going to leave me and my sister...?"
The King of Sand asked in a gentle voice: "Why do you think so, my daughter?"
But the little princess couldn't speak in tears.
The king looked at his little daughter and suddenly understood what was coming. He sighed lightly and couldn't help but blink the corners of his eyes.
He gently wiped away the tears from his daughter's cheeks with his hands and replied gently, "I'm sorry, Afeifa, I didn't take good care of your mother ten years ago."
"I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father and a husband."
"But for ten years, all this will eventually end," he said with tears in his eyes: "This is my agreement with your mother, and it is her last blessing to you-"
He gently patted his little daughter on the shoulder, then stood up, "Father--" Afeifa cried behind him.
But the two knights had already come up and "lightly" invited the little princess out. Babartan turned around and looked at the only remaining Delan in the courtyard.
"Your Majesty." Delan looked at him, a trace of unbearable light flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth gently.
"She chose you as a knight, which proved her vision," Babartan said, "You have always been loyal to your duties, and in ten years, there has never been a day of wavering."
"Dran, I am ashamed of the Emme Iben family, as well as you and your brothers, but after today, Alef will definitely give you everything you deserve-"
He reached his hand to his chest, took out a brilliant gem from there, and placed it in front of Delan. The dazzling light above the gem reflected in the depths of the eyes of the two.
The light is as green as a dream.
"This is what I agreed with her, Delan."
"You know."
"There is actually more than one owner in that fragment."
...
"Miss Afifa...?"
Fang Yu was listening to the voice in his heart unexpectedly.
It was an extremely gentle voice, but a hint of rationality and confidence could be heard between soft words, "Child, that little girl has been extremely weak. She is burning her will to help us, otherwise you may not even hear my voice..."
"We don't have much time left. Child, you want to save Afifa, right?"
Fang Yu's heart sank slightly, looked at the lingering wind and snow, and a tentacle that was pressing down above. The dragon queen carried him sideways and crossed the tentacle.
He couldn't help asking, "But Princess, she..."
"The way Star tells you is right, child... just Rupert, she, cannot kill Descartes' incarnation-"
“Is there any difference between them?”
The voice calmed down and suddenly said softly:
"Child, you should have known from Rupert what happened ten years ago... After that attack, Babartan put my soul into a gem-"
"And that gem is naturally the Emerald Star...that was my common agreement with him. We almost tried our best to find out the Noumerlin elves from these fragments and forge the Cang Zhihui..."
"But I failed... The world I found hidden behind the emerald light is actually not the gate to the legendary Third World..."
"Child, you probably guessed all this, right?"
Fang Zhu nodded slightly.
Since Ye Hua told him the truth about everything before, he actually knew the answer - the real reason why the blind followers attacked His Royal Highness's biological mother ten years ago.
The princess found the path to ‘that world’ from the light hidden by the gems. ‘that world’ is the world after Descartes’ long sleep that blind followers have been pursuing for hundreds of years.
The Emerald Star, a fragment from the lush green star of the disaster, contains the origin of dark power. The cultists want to rely on it to find the dark saints who were lost after the war.
However, Princess Rupert's biological mother, while on the road to seeking glory, accidentally discovered Descartes's "grave" in the empty and dead world.
A premeditated attack came silently, but the princess died, but under the protection of Delan's desperate efforts, the Emerald Star remained at the scene.
This is the beginning of everything.
The gentle voice suddenly asked again, "Child, your name is Ed, right? Ed, have you ever heard of ancient prophecies about this sea of ​​sand?"
Fang Zhu suddenly thought of the legend of the Dragon Land. "Is it about the dark dragon?"
His hands were holding Margaret's back tightly, while the Dragon Queen was pulling up from the low altitude, passing through the heavy tentacles, and rushing out of the wind and snow.
"It's the same one, the former enemy will surely come again... But that legend is far more than the part that is circulated among the oath guardians..."
"…It is said in the prophecy that one day the misfortune will come to Aitalia, and the god of the blind followers, Descartes, will return to this land, and when that day comes, the revengeful tyrant will seize everything from the Istani."
Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the present.
The disaster is coming, and is Descartes finally going to return from the darkness, as described in this ancient prophecy?
And the voice continued to tell: "Ed, Babaltan sealed my soul into that fragment, and took this opportunity to call on the blind follower and created a girl from it-"
"Do you understand the reason for all this?"
Fang Zhu was suddenly stunned.
"This is……"
"This is exactly what Babartan and I are pursuing, Mr. Ed... for there is no prophecy that can determine the fate of the Istani people..."
"This ancient king on the desert will definitely pursue its future and distance..."
"Istani never learn to give up."
The blind followers were looking for the jade star.
It is just because it contains the secret of the resurrection of their god, the evil god Descartes. But do they really know why Babaltan sealed his wife's soul into this crystal?
This fragment should have only one owner.
But now, the second soul mark has been stamped in this spiritual world.
He couldn't help but recall the previous question again: Does the king of sand really know all this? Is it the secrets about the world after all?
Ye Hua nodded at that time.
So at the moment, of course, there is only one answer left.
That mark may be destined to change something.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Little guy," Queen Long was making a low roar, "Catch it steadily."
Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the layers of dark clouds in the sky. The voice in his heart paused for a moment before he spoke again:
"Go to find a way to break through Descartes' incarnation-"
"Under normal circumstances, Descartes holds the power of this world, and no one will be its opponent."
"But this time, I will help you. That little girl is almost at its limit. I will give you half the power of this world at critical moments, and you must seize that moment."
"Child, do you understand?"
Fang Rong did not answer, but a decisive light flashed in her dark eyes.
He placed his hand gently on Margaret's back.
Chapter completed!