"Here we are!"
The Misty Shield Manor was in sight, but Fang Plover did not wait for the cheers from the crowd. He turned around and saw a dark crowd of people standing clearly on the street in the Hagerstown Cemetery area, as if there was an invisible line.
People stopped there and looked at him and Sylvide quietly, reflecting the sea of fire, billowing smoke, and a giant golden net hanging from the sky above the city.
A painting freezes the time at this moment, and the silent crowd makes this scene particularly impressive in Fang Plover's eyes.
He suddenly understood something.
Even though an invisible hand moves the pointer in the dream, so that everything that happened thirty years ago no longer overlaps with the trajectory of fate, it is still the time to wake up from the dream.
A ripple rippled through the dark crowd.
The faces of those standing at the front are becoming pale and haggard, like ghosts, and the fire of souls in their eyes is now only a confused watch.
Thirty years ago, an invisible force still restrained the ghosts of Dolifen here.
But maybe it’s not in vain.
In Fang Yu's field of vision, the middle-aged man who was not tall and stood at the front of the crowd was slightly stout and bald. His pale face was covered with bruises from the deceased. He bent down slightly and bowed to him. .
Then there was the woman with hair that looked like withered grass, holding her daughter's hand - a small, somewhat thin skeleton, bowing slightly to him.
Everyone he tried his best to save in the illusion.
They all bowed to him.
After people saluted, their figures gradually turned into scattered light spots. Some people even turned around and walked back to the crowd, so the light spots converged into a stream of light, flying high into the air.
It was like a crowd of people leaving a banquet that had dispersed. People still maintained their last dignity and calmness.
Some light spots slowly fell from the sky, as if it were raining.
A ball melted into the Scepter of Regret in Sylvide's hand.
A ball melted into the "No Regrets" seal on Fang Plover's chest.
Sylvide came over and handed the scepter back to Fang Plover. Fang Plover took the scepter. There was no change on the scepter, but it held a little more weight in his hand.
That's it.
The illusion around them began to become mottled and discolored, like a piece of broken glass. The entire illusion collapsed and turned into endless black smoke.
Fang Yu seemed to hear the angry screams of Dragon Zhijinzhu behind the billowing smoke.
"Human boy, just wait for me, that damn woman..."
Smoke and dust scattered.
A desk is revealed.
A window facing the lake.
A quiet office.
The silver moon outside the window was quietly climbing up the window sill and walking into the house, leaving the shadows of the three people on the carpet.
The documents on the table were a little messy, as if they had just been rummaged through. It was a roster with blood and tears from thirty years ago written on it.
On the wall not far away, there were portraits of several girls nailed.
Next to each portrait, there is a blood-stained brooch hanging.
As for the one on the outermost side, her voice and smile were still ringing in her ears, but the hook next to her was empty. The hands of time seem to move extremely slowly here.
Fang Yu was looking at Sylvide, and the noble girl was looking at him. The positions of the three of them seemed to be the same as a quarter of an hour ago, without any change.
It's still midnight before dawn.
The forest is as quiet as ever.
There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside.
But Fang Yu didn't care. He only carefully closed the roster in his hand and put it back on the table. The last name on the roster seemed to become particularly clear under the moonlight.
Shizu——
A piece of paper slipped from the register. It seemed that it had always been there, but they had not noticed it before. Fang Yu gently caught the letter with his hand.
It was a letter written by a man to Man Luo. The paper seemed to have gone through decades and was slightly yellowed, but it was pressed flat at the bottom of the list.
It seems that even time has carefully preserved it.
'Dear Mr. Dean, my daughter has not been home for a week and I am very anxious. Is she still in the college? Isn’t it because of the upcoming celebration? What are the plans? '
Fang Plover folded the letter.
Keep it carefully on your body.
Sylvide watched his movements carefully. The previous encounter seemed like a dream to the two of them, but Fang Plover had a shining unicorn brooch on his chest.
And the Scepter of Regret that he always held tightly in his hand.
Tell everything quietly.
The footsteps outside the door stopped suddenly.
The door was knocked open with a bang, and a figure stumbled in from the outside. The other person was seriously injured. There was an arrow stuck in his left shoulder. The combat craftsman gimbal glove on his right hand was cut with a knife, and the shell They were all rolled up, and underneath there was a deep hole with visible bones.
Her hands were hanging down so naturally and weakly, bleeding, and her face was pale from excessive blood loss. She ran into the office in a panic, like a panicked animal at the end of the road.
Hongye raised her head and was a little panicked to find that there was someone here. She subconsciously took a step back.
But a hand was already holding her.
The maid reached out to catch the latter to prevent her from falling. She raised her head and looked behind her. What was chasing after her in the darkness happened to be the two Dragon Worshipers that Fang Plover had seen before.
"There are actually accomplices," the two Dragon Worshipers were slightly startled, and their steps slowed down: "What on earth are the people of the Dragon Fire Guild doing outside? There are so many rats sneaking in -"
They probably didn't expect that after they left, someone else would enter the office. If the leader discovered this, the consequences would be disastrous.
So he sounded a little annoyed.
"Ed, run quickly," Hong Ye ignored his own injuries and gritted his teeth and whispered: "You are no match for them. I will hold these two people down - Mr. Parker and Mr. Dicker are trapped under the dungeon, Long Zhi Jintong and Hu Di are also there, the situation is not very optimistic, try to find a way to help them!"
"Run, where are you going?" The two people blocked the door, "Maybe you can jump down from there." They pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window behind Fang Plover jokingly.
Only then did Hongye notice that there was a cliff outside the window, with a cliff hundreds of feet below. Although there was a lake outside, Hostings Cathedral was not close to the lakeside.
Under the cliff are ferocious rock teeth.
She couldn't help but despair.
One of the Dragon Cultists holds a chain saw, and another holds a rapier. One of them is a Blasphemy Walker. This profession, like the believers of Aimea, is also a profession that is almost extinct among the chosen ones.
Not only is this dark knowledge secretly circulated only among cult members, but initiates are required to understand the mysterious whispers of the nameless gods they worship.
The Fallen.
It generally refers to those who worship evil gods and disasters, and is not limited to believers in the dark dragon, although it is said that the dark dragon itself is also the incarnation of disaster.
But the ancient dragon slayers were more inclined to believe that they were actually just one of the many evils that Green brought to the world.
As for the history before the fall of Eshorin, it is said that the elves of Numelin recorded more disasters and twisted evil that slept in the darkness.
However, after the Disaster of Eshorin, the Numelin elves disappeared, leaving only the remains of civilization in many corners of the world.
Those histories and even the texts that recorded them have long been lost and cannot be examined for a long time.
To this day, only occult scholars know every word about the saints of disaster and darkness. They have been written down, recorded as forbidden words, and hidden deep in the deepest parts of those libraries.
But only the lunatics, careerists, and cultists who preach doomsday and disaster insist that all these evil gods are real. They are the enemies of the Orin gods, and they are the greatest reality of this false world.
Those twisted things, the mysterious whispers in the darkness, are the essence of this world.
But today in history, only the Dark Dragon is left to prove that these people's beliefs still exist.
But the dark dragon seems to be a story from the previous era, reduced to the background of those epic dragon-slaying stories.
To Fang Plover, Nicol Bolas seemed to be a monster straight out of a legend. If everything that happened a hundred years ago in Mazak's mouth was not still vivid in front of his eyes, who would have thought that there would still be a dark dragon in the world today?
Mentioning them, people can only think of the ferocious skeleton in the Iron Hall.
If it weren't for Dolifen's disaster, Fang Plover actually felt that if this thing were placed on the earth, it would be like the discovery of dinosaurs in this era, and it would be sent directly to the laboratory for good protection.
One day it dies, and its remains will be preserved as the best specimens.
But this is Etalia.
Blasphemy Walker swung the chain saw in his hand and swung it at Fang Plover, who was blocking the front. The surging power driven by the B-type crystal magic power gave this handmade chain saw considerable lethality.
Moreover, the level of the two is as different as heaven.
But Fang Yu didn't even move, and only said: "Shield to protect yourself."
A shimmering, hemispherical shield flashed at the edge where the chain saw came into contact with him. The chain saw hit it and cracked directly.
The blasphemous believer holding the chain saw screamed. It turned out that the chain rolled back and hit him in the face. Half of his face was blown out, and his eyeballs were dripping with blood.
"Shield protection!"
Hongye looked at him in surprise.
The thing that brings rebound damage is definitely not the shield plug-in on the magic furnace, it can only be one of the skills of the energy engineer (third-level mixed title of magician and alchemist).
Shield protection.
Moreover, it can perfectly withstand the blow of the Blasphemy Walker and completely reflect the damage back. The level of this skill is definitely not low.
She knew that Fang Plover was definitely not an energy engineer. He didn't even have the level of a wizard.
Then the only thing left is the equipment effect.
But how could the other party have equipment with such advanced skill effects? She subconsciously looked at the scepter held tightly in Fang Plover's hand - the scepter looked a bit like the arrogant scepter of the ignorant. She had seen many of this magic weapon in the guild.
But not exactly the same.
She was sure that Fang Yu had never used this thing before.
And the scepter in the latter's hand shimmered slightly, which was the ether effect left after the magic network appeared.
After the blasphemer fell to the ground.
His flesh and blood automatically turned into a series of sharp arrows, which were shot at Fang Plover. This was the unique ability of the Blasphemy Walker - the Blood Curse.
The damage it receives will be settled in the form of a unique curse to the person who caused the damage.
The curse damage will not trigger any shield effect——
But before the blood arrows even got close to Fang Plover, they all disappeared. In Hongye's eyes, they seemed to suddenly ignite a ball of white flames and vanish into ashes in mid-air.
She was stunned for a moment before she recognized what kind of ability it was.
Pure heart!
That is the unique passive skill of Mirela's priest.
It has only one effect, immunity to curses.
This skill can be said to be one of the biggest nemesis of all cultists and dark forces.
But Hongye looked at Fang Plover dumbfounded, and the gleaming brooch on his chest - because of the power of the priest, it was impossible to appear on the equipment.
Unless it's a holy thing.
But even sacred objects will not be given to people without faith.
What’s more, Mirela’s sacred object is the scepter of life.
"Pure heart!"
Ignoring the wailing companions on the ground, the dragon cultist holding a rapier seemed to have come to his senses and subconsciously took a step back.
Are you kidding me?
As a Dragon Worshiper, it is no surprise that he is also a fallen person - he is a cursed swordsman, and Fang Plover certainly does not recognize this profession.
But just by hearing this name, you know what will happen to this person in front of a pure heart.
The other party looked at the coat of arms on Fang Plover's chest with a somewhat frightened expression.
Both of them were elite members of the underground church. Although they knew they were not as good as the immortals above, they never imagined that they would meet such a weird guy here.
Insider news said that the people who entered the illusion of the Knights of Tapolis this time were not worth mentioning. The only one who was a bit troublesome might be the fourth-level leader.
But it is said that the other party has been eliminated by the Dragon Fire Guild——
So is this guy in front of me a monster that came out of there?
The opponent could never be Mirela's priests. Mirela's priests were all non-combatants, peaceful healers, and the energy shield the opponent showed before almost scared him to death.
Without an energy engineer of level four or above, how could it be possible to come up with such a terrifying energy shield?
And how can an energy engineer of level four or above still have a pure heart?
What exactly is going on?
Holy object?
But the man looked carefully at the scepter in Fang Plover's hand, and it didn't look like Mirela's life scepter entwined with twin snakes. Besides, since when can the Life Scepter be used casually by an energy engineer?
It's not a flashlight, you can use it just by holding it.
But he took a step back slightly, took a closer look, and finally recognized the origin of the coat of arms on Fang Plover's chest: "Wait, that is..."
"That's that woman's..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Fang Plover, as if he had seen some monster: "Milela's seal of no regrets... Who are you!?"
Fang Yu looked at this guy very calmly.
"We passed through the fog of the chess game and came to this end of the chess board," he replied calmly: "The people who come to finish the game, the last move on the chess board."
He raised his scepter.
"This hand."
"It's called checkmate—"
The man's expression changed, and he turned around and ran away as if he thought of something, but there was only a faint voice behind him: "Lüyan, shock."
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