Aurora stared at Nicholas, the majestic hero she admired. "Your will is my life, my king." She whispered softly, "The Kamaria fairies are your first army."
"A pool of stagnant water." York slashed it with his sword.
The intermittent fighting gave Uriel no hope of resistance. He asked: "What kind of country would need an unknown man as its king?"
"Of course it's the Nameless Ones themselves. These homeless dogs need a leader. I will turn them into Knox's guards. With the Nameless Ones joining us, the demons outside the order will no longer be a scourge worth worrying about." Les's voice was unmistakable.
Lucia's Theta was the first to be unable to accept such an unfolding: "On the eve of the Dawn War, the Glorious Parliament was attacked by demons. The 'Vail of Dusk' even opened a passage to the abyss behind the alliance, and the Holy Knights of the Glorious Parliament He was almost completely defeated in that battle." He paused for a moment, "As a witness to the war, your Majesty must be aware of how many unpaid blood debts there are."
"The Nameless Ones will be the guards of Knox, and they will spend the rest of their lives to atone for what they have done." The ancient king did not take it seriously, "I was the ruler of the elves, and I know that Wintherspoon is the one who is the ruler of the elves. Knox's mortal enemy. The Nameless One has abilities, but after being eroded by the abyss and isolated within the world barrier, this is an opportunity to turn from darkness to light."
"You don't regard yourself as a nameless person." Uriel noticed that his attitude was somewhat unexpected.
"The Nameless One doesn't think of himself as a demon either." Nickles replied. At this time, there was a roar in the city, as if explosives were exploding under their feet.
There was no hot steam or puffy dust. Uriel raised his head and saw the broken moon just above his head. He couldn't help but take a breath.
Ten minutes have passed——
"You don't have time." Nicholls stretched out his hand, and the strong wind turned into a hurricane, uprooting the stone pillars on the ground. The magic that is inseparable from the moon surges, and the sky is filled with light; the harp and the morning star dim, and the cloud shadows disappear without a trace.
Uriel felt that he was freed from the shackles of gravity. He looked at the broken moon in the night sky while being top-heavy. The dark cracks were growing, and the magic power surrounding him continued to rise. He watched helplessly as the ripples in his magic vision magnified into whirlpools, and finally set off majestic waves in all directions!
The bright beam of light went out in an instant——
The night sky began to take on a sickly gray color, like a moment that was ignited by thunder and lightning on a rainy day and became eternity. In this leaden, miserable, and twisted night, a bright moon like a black hole hung high in the sky.
Black moon tides.
Uriel felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. "No, Gaia, no." He opened his mouth, and the cold wind poured into his throat. "Mimi! Joey!" The voice was torn apart by the air current.
After the collision of colors, the atmosphere forms a diffuse spiral funnel from bottom to top, converging around the sterling silver altar of the palace. The soul of the ancient king flew to the high platform in the strong wind, and his body ignited with transparent flames. Meimi, who was not far away, screamed and was thrown by the strong wind at his feet.
A scene in the dream appeared: under the infusion of pure magic power, the werewolf gradually lost its human side. Long gray hair grew on his body, and the sharp claws and canine teeth became particularly prominent. His body also transformed from a fragile human form into a beastly body composed of tight curves.
"He turned into a wolf," Aurora whispered, "back to his original form. That was what his ancestors were like when Camaria first projected onto the ground. The body of a beast, the soul of a man. They abandoned themselves. After his ancestral land, he also lost the fire of wisdom.”
Uriel didn't know if he would growl in response to Memie's name now, or turn around and bite them. In a certain future, Meimi suddenly became like this, and he suddenly realized that the only reason for this was magic. The stronger the Broken Moon's magic power, the easier it is for the werewolf to lose control.
Maybe it would be a good idea to take the little bad wolf away from the altar. "York," he couldn't help shouting.
But the adventurer shook his head. Only then did the apprentice realize that he was actually behind him. The pure light spread along his arm to the part in contact with the apprentice, allowing the latter to break away from the pull of the atmosphere.
"I can't get into that light." His orange face seemed to be blurring like snowflakes. "The magic of the moon controls the light inside, and my power cannot intervene." His tone was a little strange. "What's more, I discovered that the state of our King thousands of years ago was not a pure ghost... Perhaps the specialness of the Nameless One is a reflection of this? In short, he is now almost in the same elemental state as me and the female goblin."
Not a pure soul?
Uriel suddenly remembered what Aurora had said. It seems that even if it is the nameless person's fire, it is not easy to survive a thousand years. The goblin must have done something to his lover to make this incredible-sounding plan come true.
At this time, a deep and long horn sound sounded, and a majestic figure appeared on the altar. The last king of Alanvor opened his arms, and not only his heart, but his whole body shone with light—the only brilliant red fire in the gloomy boundary between gray and black.
"Kamariya has returned to her original location." The goblin clenched his fists. "The first condition is met."
As soon as he finished speaking, darkness as thick as ink poured into the young wolf's body. He let out a high-pitched, pitiful howl, his four paws seemed to be stepping on cotton, and he collapsed on the sterling silver altar. A brand new flame lights up in the apprentice's perception, which is a symbol of mysterious fire.
Niklos' soul grabbed Meme and hung it in front of her eyes. The ignition of the fire did not bring him extraordinary strength, and the little gray wolf's eyes were almost too painful to open. The Elf King's movements were like picking up a pile of fur on the ground. Immediately afterwards, the dark phantom overflowed from the werewolf's eyes and mouth and nose, and was pulled into Niklos's soul.
The unspeakable mystery spread on the altar, and she paused. "The followers of the Moon are recognized and the second condition is met."
This can't go on like this. The apprentice gritted his teeth and opened the scroll of oath. Immediately, there was a bang, and a bright golden arrow hit the light pillar. Uriel hoped it would work, but the mysterious item was not a panacea. In the end, the magical arrow only disappointedly made a splash in the waterfall of moon magic.
"The mysterious bridge has been built." The elf pursed her lips, and the tight lines and gentle water waves supported her body. The elf's face gradually thinned and finally disappeared. "Broken Moon—" Her emotions conveyed incomparable joy.
The third condition is Joey.
Anxiety, more than fear, coursed through his bones and flesh. After witnessing the messenger lying flat on the altar calmly, peacefully and without any resistance, Uriel did not dare to make any guarantees about his guess. His teeth chattered, and the frost on his wound numbed the pain.
It's not easy for me to admit my selfishness, the apprentice couldn't help but think coldly, for me, Joey is much more important than Meme. He changed me and brought me to a new world in a new world.
The frustrating thing is that Uriel can't change others. When death and rebirth happened right around me, I could only watch. Why am I not blind? Even if you are like Cecilia, you can no longer see the flames clearly if you take off your glasses.
"Your king has returned." He heard Niklus say to the fairy Aurora against the background of the hurricane and the black moon, "Please look into my soul."
"Your soul is noble and holy." Kamaria Elf replied tenderly. "My best friend."
Just go ahead and dream. "Joy!" Uriel shouted, "Joy!" He became uncontrollably angry. Damn it, Uriel is about to tear the parchment into pieces, Gaia on top, how can you do this? What on earth are you thinking?
The red color is the beginning of the transformation of the fire, like a sponge full of ink. The ancient king is as black as the cloak behind him. He glanced at these lucky people who were lucky enough to witness his rebirth, turned around and buried the fire into the young man's chest...
...and was ejected.
The strong wind suddenly stopped, and Uriel's feet went weak. He knelt on the ground, feeling as if he had fallen from a height of ten thousand feet and landed safely.
"...!!"
Nicholls reappeared in the shadows, his translucent body thinner. Anger and shock appeared on his face together. "This is impossible!" His voice was like a howling wind. "No one can resist the mystery of the moon!" he shouted as he sat down weakly.
The incident shocked everyone. If the sterling silver altar in the palace was the stage of the Yotsuba Theater, Uriel thought there would be no more sudden ending than this.
Aurora rushed over and supported her lover. "Zhangyue." Her voice was hoarse, "Your fire, your soul——"
The ancient Elf King could not say a word. He couldn't even feel angry, all the momentum and majesty had faded from him. Dark shadows welled up in his heart. The werewolf Mimi fell not far away, and the moon's magic flowed back into his body like a black wave. The little gray wolf whined.
The ghost king sighed. "The mystery is fading, and the power belonging to the nameless one is also fading. Maybe I will become an undead." He stared at the emissary's motionless body, and finally patted the goblin Aurora's hand, "If the ritual fails, it is not you. 's fault."
Of course it's my fault. "I love you, Timir." Tears flowed from her blue eyes. Then the fairy lady attached her palm to the heart that turned red again. The elements touched the elements, the resonance and blending ended in an instant, and the nature of the magic completed the transition between life and death in the blink of an eye - her slender fingers grasped Niklos' fire!
"Oh...Lola?" The king of Alanwo looked at his most loyal partner and subordinate with an unspeakable look. After a moment, his body completely disappeared, and his last words were the goblin's name.
There was silence in the palace——
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