The paintbrush suddenly broke, and a ray of golden light poured out on the dark drawing board.
Lighting up the ruined city.
"it's over… "
Dean Hodel whispered, "As the Book of Prophecy said, it is Lisa and Phyllis who died, and my precious grandson is fine. Hey, although I don't know how he did it, but it proves once again that the Book of Prophecy is still very reliable. Although there are only three pages left of that thing."
The gravekeeper thought for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "If you ask me, this is the power of anger. Just like I said, there is fire in his heart that can burn everything."
Under the golden world tree, he looked at the dead and silent ruined city and sighed softly.
Dean Hodel was silent for a moment: "Noren is really important to him."
The gravekeeper nodded slightly: "So, the things that fate makes you lose have actually been secretly marked. Norn lost all his relatives, but because of this, he met the most important person in his life."
puff…
A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the painting.
Bloodstained...
Old Dean Hodel was leaning on a cane, coughing violently, his face pale.
"It seems that you have not only blinded the future of this city, Hodel."
The gravekeeper frowned and said, "You have even blinded the entire future of the Brentanian Empire. Under the influence of your ability, no divination ability can be successfully activated tonight."
Dean Hodel ignored him and walked down the rooftop by himself. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and muttered, "Tonight's sacrifice is too great. I have to go home and rest. Tomorrow morning, I hope to drink the porridge cooked by my grandson and granddaughter. Ah, what a wonderful thing that would be."
The gravekeeper's eyes fluctuated for a moment.
"Although I really want to curse you to death, but..."
He said, "Take care of yourself, old friend."
"My health is good. I can live another fifty years without any problem."
Dean Hodel snorted, "That disgusting woman Lisa is dead, and the termites of the Rose Sword have been cleared out. I'm actually quite happy. If you were still alive, I would probably invite you to the dance hall to find some young girls, have a few drinks, and dance with them."
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On the long street shrouded in darkness.
Madam Aura's face changed slightly as she felt the changing rules of the forbidden land.
"it's over… "
She said softly.
Bakar, with his giant-like body, stood in the moonlight and said silently: "The teacher is dead."
Mrs. Ola was silent for a second, then tremblingly took out the note with the date on it.
Genesis 1473, December 31st.
On the last day before the New Year, the Rose Sword School was wiped out from the world!
The young man said it and he really did it.
Chapter 195 Who is Your Majesty? I don't know him!
Magnificent and magnificent music echoed in the Red Rose Opera House.
The Choir of the Dead and the monsters in the forbidden land all performed passionately.
Chapter 1 of The Ring of the Nibelung - Das Rheingold.
Licinius actually had little time to enjoy opera. His only goal before he regained his memory was to survive in the capital with his girl. It was good enough to have a home.
Of course this does not mean that he has no artistic aesthetic.
This is a story about ancient northern mythology and the legend of demon heroes. The content of this scene is that there is an ancient magic gold in the Rhine River that runs through the continent. Legend has it that as long as you can cast it into a ring, you will have the power to rule the world, but only those who have severed love can accomplish this. This has triggered a series of love, hatred, anger and curses among the gods.
He sat at the front of the audience, playing with the two soul crystals in his hands and enjoying the opera.
"The Red Rose Opera House is a very special taboo place. The reason why it was born in the form of an opera house is because the former owner of this place was a very famous musician."
Claudia sat beside him, her face fair and translucent, and said softly, "His name is Wager, and he is a sixth-level warlock, but he is not a combat type. He is a hybrid of demons and humans. A long time ago, my family had a good relationship with Mr. Wager."
Licinius was slightly startled.
Human-demon hybrids are not very welcome in the Eastern Continent today.
For example, Tria is a good example, she has to hide her true identity.
Otherwise it will cause a lot of trouble.
"When I was eleven years old, Mr. Wager met a woman. Although she was a devout believer of the Messiah Church, Mr. Wager fell in love with her like a moth to a flame."
Claudia pursed her lips and whispered, "Mr. Wager concealed his identity, married the believer of the Goddess of Light and had children. He was a very smart man, hiding himself very well, and the couple loved each other very much. Until one day, a group of human-demon hybrid descendants were massacred in the wilderness."
She paused, a trace of sadness flashing in her eyes: "Mr. Wager was too kind and couldn't help but help those exiled mixed-race people, which led to his identity being exposed."
Licinius was silent for a second: "And then he died?"
Claudia hummed, "He was killed by his wife herself, just because he was a human-demon hybrid."
Li Xini's index finger on the seat flicked as if he had been electrocuted.
“Mr. Wager was a really good man, a musician and a philanthropist, who spent his short life supporting the weak and protesting against oppression and bullying.
Because he was a human-demon hybrid, he died. After his death, this opera house became a forbidden place, and his will was twisted into rules. "
Claudia explained: "Lisa can understand the rules here because she is strong enough. And I can understand those rules only because Mr. Wager is very gentle and he doesn't want me to get hurt."
On the stage, the grand opera continues.
However, the decayed corpse holding the baton slowly walked off the stage.
At the same time, many strange things appeared in the opera house.
For example, a bunny doll.
A giant skeleton in a maid costume.
Scarecrow in a black trench coat.
There was also a throbbing organ, a trumpet with eyes, and a giant stuffed grizzly bear.
There's even Santa Claus.
These are the products of the rules in the forbidden land, accompanying the Red Rose Opera House forever.
Licinius knew very well that every item here was actually priceless. They were neither holy relics nor magical tools, but they contained forbidden mysteries and were excellent alchemical materials.
Through the divination of the Dark Eye, one can clearly determine the characteristics of these rule products.
Some of them cause people to age.
Some can make people bald, or infect them with diseases, disrupt their magic power, etc.
"Mr. Wager."
Claudia stood up and bowed gracefully.
It turns out that this rotten corpse is Mr. Wager's body.
Li Xini also stood up with her. Today, he was able to kill the old sword master thanks to his cooperation.
It must be said that the peak warlock is really too strong.
Even though the old sword master was almost dying, the oppressive feeling made him feel suffocated.
It can be said that this old sword master is the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered.
If the power of the Eye of Annihilation was not overbearing enough, it would be impossible to kill her completely.
"Uh..." The corpse nodded slightly to the girl, then turned and looked at the silver-haired boy.
He raised his right hand in an inviting gesture.
Countless monsters cheered and surrounded him.
Licinius frowned and said hesitantly, "You know I want to refine a holy relic, so you let me pick any monsters from the Red Rose Opera House as materials to fuse?"
These strange formations are all kinds of strange.
It could be the soul of a dead person, combined with an object imbued with magical energy.
It could also be a mutation of plants, animals, insects, or something.
If Licinius wants to refine holy relics, choosing from these is indeed a good choice.
The corpse spoke for the first time, and his voice was surprisingly gentle: "Yes..."
Licinius gave him a deep look and said, "If that's all, it may not be enough."
The soul crystals of two sixth-level warlocks must naturally be equipped with top-level materials.
The corpse seemed to be lost in thought, then took out an ancient stone slab from his arms and held it in his palm.
Engraved on the stone slab is a series of ancient and complicated spells.
It is flowing with golden light, solemn and sacred.
"Rune?"
Claudia was surprised.
Licinius was stunned. Runes were a lost writing system of the northern demons.
It is said to contain infinite knowledge and mysteries.
According to legend, a god of the ancient demon tribe once hung himself on a tree for nine days and nine nights in order to seek higher wisdom, pondering the mysteries of the universe, and finally gained the power of runes.
There must be extremely vast knowledge of magic hidden in it.
And looking at this stone slab, it is obviously not a rubbing from later generations, but a product left over from ancient times!
The mystery wrapped around the stone slabs is ancient, rich and fascinating.
"Can… "
Licinius nodded in approval, picked up the Time Soul Crystal in his right hand, and placed it on the stone slab.
"Then, refine it!"
All I saw was a flash of pure black overlapping hexagrams, and gray fog spread out.
From somewhere in the darkness, a solemn and majestic melody seemed to ring out, as passionate and magnificent as the descent of a god!
When the gray fog dissipated, a string of melodic spells composed purely of runes wrapped around the boy's wrist like a chain, emitting a brilliant golden glow.
This time, Licinius not only merged the runes on the stone slab with the soul crystal, he even extracted the music melody from the opera house as the most perfect time rhythm!
"The time-related holy relic, let's call it the Rhine Gold."
Licinius threw the rune melody swirling in his palm into the gray mist.
The stone slab held in the corpse's hands shattered into dust. He seemed to like the name very much. He took out a withered red rose from his arms and handed it to the boy respectfully.
Now no one could recognize what this withered red rose was.
However, Licinius felt a hint of sadness through the mystery wrapped around this red rose.
This seems to be a token of love between the corpse and his wife.
"Can… "
Li Xini nodded again, grabbed the only remaining space soul crystal in his right hand, and reached out to the red rose.
Refined!
The pure black hexagram matrix flashed again, and the gray fog surged continuously.
The withered red roses seemed to be reborn and became bright and juicy.
"Space-related holy relic, red rose."
Licinius named it again and placed it in the Gray Mist World.
Generally speaking, holy relics need to be contained, and this process is often extremely dangerous.
The corpse seemed very happy and bowed gracefully.