"In this era, the world presents a fragmented destiny before the world. Lies, hopes, truths, beliefs and deliberately concealed history are intertwined and complicated, making mortals unable to choose. Therefore, it is extremely important-and precious to make mistakes. "
This is a starry sky completely different from Warnd. The horizon looks like an empty black sphere in the field of vision. The vast starry sky stands upside down on this sphere. The twelve moons run side by side with the sky, forming ten In the two star regions, stars are shining in these star regions, but among the stars, some appear brighter and some appear dimmer. They are constantly extinguished and constantly lit, just like the lights of the mortal world.
Knudell looked up at the starry sky, her face gleaming, the starlight outlined the arc of her face, her ivory skin, and finally indulged in the light silver eyes. She looked a little fascinated by the starry sky, and traveled outside these years. But his appearance hasn’t changed much. It’s always fixed in his thirties, and he even had to use magic techniques to make himself appear more mature. His long hair is like a silver waterfall, a pair of amethyst earrings gleaming beside the earlobes, and the crystals hang underneath. With some fine gold tassels.
"Teacher." A fifteen or six-year-old girl appeared behind her, then bowed her head deeply and saluted. The girl looks ordinary, and her appearance is not outstanding, but she has a special temperament on her body, which makes people feel unpredictable. She is very quiet. This quietness cannot be said to be indifferent. The girl reveals the green eyes. There is no indifferent or arrogant color, some are just quiet, as if forever sober and sensible, this magnificent starry sky is no different from a stone in her eyes.
"I said, you don’t have to call me a teacher, Sophia, I haven’t taught you anything. Your inheritance does not come from me. You inherited this name from birth, for generations to come. Without me, you too Will be the witch of the thirteenth round of the moon." Knudell turned her head and stared at the little girl, showing an elder look. Although she said that, she still smiled with relief.
Sophia did not answer, she straightened up and asked: "Teacher, what are you telling me to do?"
"Are you accustomed to staying there?"
"I'm very used to the climate difference between Tonigel and Tosankade. They are under the same order. Under the protection of the World Tree, the Senian people there are not greatly affected by the outside world. I have not met. What's the difficulty—"
"I'm not asking you about this," Knudell shook his head dissatisfiedly: "I'm asking, in the new environment, is there anyone in my family Sophia?"
"..."
The girl closed her mouth sensibly, pretending that she hadn't heard the question.
"Okay, okay, don't be angry," Knudell knew his own temperament as a student, and smiled narrowly: "I called you here because it is very important tonight. Look at the starry sky. I'm afraid it's you. This is the last time I saw such a starry sky, Sophia, take a good look. Tonight may be the most lively day in the kingdom of witches since the battle of the saints. Many interests and conspiracies are staged here. The stars are extinguished and light up again. , An old era is gone, and a new era will stand on its ruins."
"The tide of magic... has begun." Sophia's eyes reflected hundreds of billions of stars, and hundreds of billions of stars were burning, telling a long story.
The light of Sirius began to dim, and correspondingly the light of the star of narration was shaky.
Lonely Hill—
Mephistopheles sat on the edge of the bed, he reached out his hand to pick up his saber, held the scabbard in the air for a while, and then silently put it down. As a penance juggernaut, he does not pursue the luxury of life. The room he requested is always small, simple and without any superfluous decoration. Although he has an exclusive practice room, he does not live in it on weekdays. There, there is only one bed, a desk, and a chair in his room. He sits on the edge of the bed, and the shadow of the bed extends indefinitely in a certain direction, projecting a boundless space as the four walls of the house. Has long since disappeared, he is like sitting in an endless dark space.
This is the land of the shadows, the lofty hills, and the sea of gold.
Two figures appeared not far away from the Sword Master of Grey, like two wriggling inks, dripping from mid-air, transforming into a human form in the process of dripping, and then revealing their faces and facial features, gradually coming out of color , Forming two people one after the other. Mephistopheles looked at the person in front of him with a sinking face. In a sense, it was his mortal enemy-the Emperor of the Empire, the Queen of Silver, Constance.
But he didn't do it, because there was another woman standing behind Constance. The woman looked like a noblewoman everywhere in the empire, wearing a low-cut dress and dress, her hair curled up high, revealing the dazzling snow-white scenery from her neck to her chest, and a string of glittering crystal necklaces hung on her like a swan. The slender neck is so complementary, there is no taste of nouveau riche, as if such luxurious accessories should be used to embellish her pride and beauty. The height of a woman is extremely high, even among men. She is nearly two heads taller than the Queen of Silver. In contrast, she looks like a giantess.
The giantess was holding a black thing in her hand, and black liquid-like smoke continued to flow from that thing. A trace of smoke fell from her snow-white palm like a waterfall, merged into the ground, and merged into this endless shadow. The sea.
That is the most famous magic weapon in the witch family-the heart of pitch black, the heart of the lone wolf Jinhai. In the Twilight Battle, the thirteenth generation of desperate witch killed the lone wolf Jinhai and made an artifact with her heart. The witches of the Dark Moon line are almost the strongest in the witch kingdom, except for two eras.
in this era.
There are three strongest in the kingdom of witches, and this generation of desperate witches can only be ranked second.
"Constance," Mephistopheles did not have the tendency to do it: "Do you want to die by yourself?"
"In front of me, you don't want to move my king a bit," the giantess behind the silver queen began to speak. Unexpectedly, her voice was so good, but it was filled with a strong taste of disdain. See Mephistopheles. Turning her gaze to herself, the woman introduced herself: "Agatris, the witch of the eternal dark moon, the believer of the lone wolf Jinhai."
Mephistopheles and the witch do not have any intersection, but he has known them from Brando a long time ago. He frowned: "The power of the extreme realm, already has the aura of the holy realm?"
The giantess wanted to say something, but Constance had already stretched out a hand to interrupt her. This empire’s supreme man took a moment to look at Mephistopheles and smiled slightly: "Grand Duke, although I have long been I’ve heard of your name, but this is the first time I have seen you in person. I have known the grievances between you and the empire, but if it weren’t for the message from An Wei, I really didn’t know you were there. By Darus's grandson, it's no wonder he can grow to this point."
She stretched out her hand again, stopping what Mephistopheles wanted to say: "Don't worry, this is the lofty hill, in the kingdom of the witch, this is the world of dreams, you can't kill me, of course I believe that Agathelis also I can’t kill you. I didn’t come to you today to end the empire’s grievances. The empire has the interests of the empire, and you have your justice. I believe it is not clear who is right and who is wrong.”
"That being the case, what are you doing here?" Mephistopheles replied calmly: "Is Her Majesty the Queen too lonely looking for someone to chat with, or looking for a new lover?"
Even with the care of the Silver Queen, I couldn't help but become angry when I heard this sentence. This guy has been wandering outside for too long, I am afraid that he has forgotten the noble courtesy. She took a breath and replied coldly: "Of course it's to stop you."
"Stop me?" Gray Sword Saint raised his eyebrows: "I understand, you want to attack my students?"
"The rumored Grey Sword Saint did not react as fast as expected." Agathelis sneered.
Mephistopheles pretended to pat his cheek and sighed: "But I still don’t understand, Constance, you are also the ruler of an empire. It’s just a small country earl who doesn’t look good. I really don’t understand why you are so exciting."
"You don’t have to say anything to me, Mephistopheles. I really don’t need to pay attention to the identity of Darus’ grandson. I am the Dragon of Darkness, and the Dragon of Darkness is me. Those inheritances, to me at this moment, are actually nothing but external things."
"My king has come to the world, dominates the world, knows the world—" Jin Hai's witch lowered her head deeply, her face full of admiration.
"But today, all this was arranged by someone else," the Silver Queen continued to reply: "She is the master of this country, and I have to carefully consider her opinion."
"King of Witches, why?"
"Because she wants the stars to fall and build a new, earthly kingdom."
"The ideal of a madman." Mephistopheles shook his head disdainfully.
Constance put away the anger on his face, and looked up at the starry sky that had been covered by the sky at some point: "This grand scene is a rare sight. If you are not in a hurry, Mephistopheles, might as well sit down with me and take a look. How it was staged."
Mephistopheles shook his head slightly and got up from the bed. As soon as he stood up, the dark world beside the bed was naturally dispersed. A patch of lifeless gray slowly spread in all directions around his foothold. When he opened, he stretched out his hand, and the sword on the bed automatically flew into his palm. "In this case, I can't let my students ignore it, and say that I must fight with all my strength."
Agathelis seemed to have expected that he would say this, and stepped forward to the Silver Queen: "The Sword Saint of Grey, I have long wanted to see it, I don't know if it is the one who has lost his reputation."
Mephistopheles didn't answer, but there was a strange expression on his face.
…
The kingdom of the dead, south of Bunozon, a lifeless forest—
Two witches, one old and one young, looked up at the starry sky in front of the wooden cabin in the forest. The stars were burning faster, emitting light thousands of times the usual. These lights were intertwined with each other, as if a fight and war were being staged. The bleakness of Sirius, the moon of the sword was shrouded in huge shadows, the light of the star of narration was shaky, and a shooting star passed through the star field where she was. It was her companion star, which had disappeared into endless In the darkness.
In the starry sky, small pieces of blank space began to appear, as if the remaining ashes after the universe burned out.
…
"Kurul, you are looking for death!" An Wei uttered a stern roar like a dying she-wolf. Her face was covered with blood. A scar was winding down her face, snatching one of her eyeballs, and another The wound was on her chest, where it was now bloody and there was almost only a deep hole left. The icy corpses of several young witches were lying around the tent. The traces of the previous battles profoundly changed the area. The power of magic plowed the ground into criss-cross ravines after they dissipated in midair.
Suddenly An Wei laughed wildly: "Hahaha," she pointed to Shire, pointed to Barbass and the sugar bowl, pointed to Kurul, and screamed: "You want to put me under house arrest, this It’s impossible. You don’t understand, you don’t understand what this day means to us. We will wash away the shadows of the past and support a true king. A new queen is born, just like the advent of a king. This is With the establishment of a new country, everything from the past will be washed away."
She sucked in big mouths, and then with a sacred expression on her face, looking up at the empty night sky in this world: "Death is not terrible, come on, death is just a new life, your benevolent lord, who is almost foolish," I will never understand this."
Charles looked at this scene with a somewhat complex expression, and sighed: "But you still failed, so why bother to die."
"I failed..." An Wei panted, staring at Kurul behind the crowd with an extreme hatred and complicated eyes. Although the witch of Sword Moon was not injured, her face was pale as a piece of paper. , Symbolizing that the mysterious magic power of the witch is fading from her like a tide, and she quickly becomes old and weak, becoming a real ordinary person. But even so, Kurul still looked indifferent and didn't turn his gaze to this side, as if everything that happened before him had nothing to do with her.
It is this attitude that makes An Wei feel angry and suffocated: "... It's because of betrayal. I don't understand what you are fascinated by. In order to destroy my king's plan, you did not hesitate to use such a forbidden technique and you gave up the inheritance. As a witch, Kurul, are you willing?"
Kurul finally turned his head.
She looked at her former companion as if she was looking at a dead dog: "This is destiny, An Wei."
An Wei's eyes widened.
As if not stunned.
The middle-aged witch turned around silently. She turned her back to Shire and said weakly: "I am no longer a witch, Mr. Shire, starting today, the inheritance of the Witch of the Sword Moon will be transferred, and we will no longer Mastering the trajectory of her destiny, because the kingdom of witches has been completely rebuilt. Such battles are not only happening here, but also in many places. After today, Bunosson will no longer be the Bunosson in the past."
She paused for a moment: "The tide of magic... is coming, and I can feel its majestic coercion."
"Are you leaving, Ms. Kurul." Charles was taken aback and asked.
"I am no longer a witch, no longer suitable to stay with the king, I will choose where I am buried, alone."
Charles stretched out his hand to stop the woman: "Ms. Kurul, since you are no longer a witch, then you no longer need to follow the fate of a witch. Now you are an ordinary person and a citizen of Eruin. I don't think our lord will let her fend for herself just because the people are too old and weak, let alone you have made great achievements for us."
Kurul was startled slightly.
She raised her head, and the dark eyes in the sunken eyes rested on the young man.
"An Wei is right, your lord is too soft."
she says.
In the night sky of Bruno Pine, Sirius has burned out, the star of narration is torn apart, and the two stars have turned into countless glows scattered in the dark sky. However, where the two stars have fallen, each has a slender. New stars are rising.
…
That night, in Eagle City in Anlek, a little girl named Mikaya dreamed that she had picked up a golden scepter from a dark forest.
The name of that scepter is called Qaath-ancient rune language, the highest.