The strong wind mixed with gravel blew towards us, and the sand on the roof surface rolled away like a tide with the wind. Shade, who squinted his eyes, raised his arms to cover his eyes, turned around and looked at the highest point of the roof, but he was not there.
Rapunzel is thinking about the cat with silver eyes.
Even though he had expected this situation, he couldn't help but sigh.
So I bent over hard and walked up the sloping roof, and then sat where the long-haired Luvia in my dream once sat.
Looking up at this world filled with yellow sand, in the dim yellow sky, countless small building debris and corpses are scattered and floating. The sun hangs in the center of this terrifying picture, but the sun is black and is surrounded by white edges.
, there is a red halo on the periphery. The black sun is like a hole, flowing downwards with a fiery red line.
"It's really exactly the same as in the dream, no exaggeration at all."
Even because this is the real world, this doomsday scene and that terrifying sun look even more shocking.
Looking up to a higher place, surrounded by countless garbage and corpses, gray clouds and storms enveloped a giant floating island-like building. Black lightning kept flashing in the gaps between the gravel in the storm because it was too far away.
, Shade couldn’t see clearly more details:
"Isn't this the floating island where Zarath Academy of Literature is located?"
The sun and the floating island are very far away, and the nearby city is still as in the dream. The wind and sand cover the remains of the buildings. Except for Saint Teresa Square, the buildings in other areas are dilapidated and crooked.
It stands in the yellow sand. The western part of the city seems to have been hit by a giant meteorite, and the black smoke floating into the sky in the northeastern part of the city is like dense tentacles dancing continuously.
Even the houses around Saint Teresa Square, with the exception of No. 6 where Shade was located, were more or less damaged to varying degrees. The closer the house to No. 6, the higher the degree of completeness.
But there are still living people here. In the city filled with yellow sand, you can see people wearing cloaks and crouching down, or things that look like humans, moving slowly along the edge of the building. Shade doesn't know that they are
How to survive here, but come to think of it, there are only a few survivors left.
He did not try to contact the survivors. Sound could not travel very far in the strong wind, and using the "Light Technique" rashly would probably attract things other than the survivors of the doomsday.
Because he could not leave the confines of Saint Teresa Square, at this moment, Shade could hardly think of what else he could do here.
His eyes continued to move downward, and finally he looked at St. Teresa Square. There were old tables and chairs in the empty square, the lower body of a humanoid statue that flew from nowhere and was deeply embedded in the ground, and damaged pianos and other debris.
.And located in the center of the square, the statue of the girl holding a water bottle and spraying water miraculously remains intact, but its body is also covered with fine cracks.
Since the tree father said that you can go back after defeating a strong enemy, then strong enemies should exist. Your home can be sure to be completely safe, so the only area left where you may encounter strong enemies is the square.
Looking at the square below, Shade suddenly had a strange thought:
"I can't leave the square. The square is surrounded by houses. The square is very empty. Outside the square is the absolutely safe No. 6... All these conditions combined, Saint Teresa Square, isn't it an arena in the apocalypse?"
With this idea, he was almost certain that a "strong enemy" would appear when he entered the square.
His current condition is already very bad. There is no need to delay. It is the right moment to face the enemy. If you want clues, you can come back next time.
But Xia De also faced another problem, that is, how to "defeat the enemy" with a key. The tree father never minced words in the information he gave, and all descriptions were very accurate. Therefore, Xia De
If Germany cannot defeat the enemy and use the key to kill the opponent, the key itself must defeat the enemy. Although the foreigners in the sixth ring have mastered many spells and thaumaturgy, they have never learned the "Flying Needle Technique" and the like.
ability.
"This key must have some purpose that I don't know about, otherwise there is no reason to use the key to defeat the enemy. Although the long-haired Luvia cannot tell the past and some secrets, she will definitely not be unwilling to tell me even this. She
Ever given a hint?”
Xia De tried hard to recall every detail of the conversation with the long-haired Luvia in the dream three months ago, especially the conversation before and after talking about this special time key. Because the two were making out at the time, Xia De
De's memory went off track for a few seconds, and then he found a few key sentences from the conversation:
"You don't belong to any era."
He held the key and whispered softly, but the key did not respond.
"Embrace me and discover my secrets."
Still no response, Xia De hesitated because there was only the last sentence left:
"May the first silver moon guide the final direction."
Buzz!
The key in the palm of his hand suddenly vibrated, and then it separated from Shade's hand, and was wrapped in a ball of silver light and came to Shade. Shade stood up from the roof in shock, but was hit by a small round silver ball of light.
The wrapped key did not produce any other changes, but Shade could feel the power contained in it, and was eager to show his true form.
"Is it really the sublimated words of long-haired Luvia? Wait, this key is not born naturally at all, is it made by Luvia herself?"
Although this sounds incredible, it is entirely possible if the long-haired Luvia really inherited everything as he thought.
The knowledge in [Witch Reverb·Cloyin] and [Witch Reverb·Feliana] tells Shade that the things in front of him require specific responses and recognized qualifications before they are allowed to be used. This is quite high-end alchemy.
A technology that combines magic, magic and relic storage.
Since the long-haired Luvia asked Shade to get the key, Shade was certainly qualified to use it. So he coughed, opened his arms seriously, and said to the key wrapped in silver light in front of him:
"In the name of your master, Luvia Anat, please show me your power."
The huge circular ritual pattern of the sun, moon and stars that had appeared in the Tower of Destruction, the Temple of Night, and Edwards's letters, composed of golden lines, appeared at Shade's feet. At the same time, the black key
It merges with the silver light, and then deforms and stretches to both sides in the light like a seed sprouting.
【Grab it.】
"She" reminded softly, and Shade immediately reached out and grabbed the long glowing staff lying flat in front of him.
The light disappeared together with the pattern under his feet, and what he grabbed was indeed a long black staff. The staff was made of black wood that was the same as the key, and its length was about the same as Shade's height, and its thickness was about the same as Shade's wrist.
The wooden stick itself is like a sapling that has just sprouted, except that it has no root system at the bottom and branches extending in all directions.
Although the wooden stick itself is not very straight, when it is erected, at least the line connecting the upper and lower ends is perpendicular to the ground plane. The reason why the upper and lower ends can be distinguished is not only based on basic botany, but also
Because the downward end of the wooden stick is inlaid with black wooden balls that are almost the same thickness as the stick body; the upward end of the wooden stick is a curved wooden hook, or in the shape of a question mark.
The shape is simple, with a naturally formed tree texture on the surface, but it feels surprisingly comfortable to hold. It is different from the simplicity of [Night Watch], and it is also different from the ["Smooth"] in the hands of Miss Pavo, the vice-president of the Truth Society.
The complexity of "Weir's Code" is different from that of any other mundane weapon.
The wooden stick itself has the most primitive and simple power.
Because the black time key itself is a relic, this wooden staff with its natural and dilapidated beauty is also a relic. In other words, it is simply a staff that enhances the effect of casting spells. Although similar weapons are not common in the Sixth Age,
There are many descriptions of such weapons in the knowledge of witches in the Fifth Age.
"Similar to [Night Watch], it can also enhance the effects of thaumaturgy and incantation. What level of relic can this be considered?"
Shade rubbed the surface of the wooden staff, holding it with one hand in his left hand to feel the power, and adapted to the characteristics of the elements:
"Also, how can I turn this into a key again?"
The existence of the stick form requires Shade's spirit to maintain, but not a lot. According to Shade's estimate, if you let go of it, it will return to the key form in about ten minutes, but Shade thinks there should be a more convenient one.
Direct deformation is the only way to go.
However, since he can't figure it out, it's better to solve the current trouble first. He held his staff and looked down at the square covered by yellow sand, and said softly:
"Ring of Life."
The scorching steam mist seemed to be dyed with yellow sand, and a huge brass ring emerged from the sound of whistles and bells. Shade rarely had the opportunity to show off his life ring and fight in his strongest form, and
There is no one else present at this time, so he can use his power as he pleases.
Dropping his frog legs, he jumped from the roof to the square and landed lightly.
The gravel hit his face with a slight pain, and the chaotic elements and spirits reduced Shade's keen perception to the lowest level.
He didn't look around, but waited patiently. Sure enough, the sound of a huge bang on the door panel soon appeared. Shade turned to look at the house next door to his own, and saw the door of the house belonging to his neighbor Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
He was hit hard from the inside.
Finally, with a loud bang, the door panel was smashed into pieces and flew around. The monster with shabby clothes on its body also squeezed out of the door frame.