Waves of mysterious magic surged on the bright golden ears of wheat.
The loving smile of the Goddess of Fertility, illuminated by the red and blazing sun, unleashed countless shocking spatial fluctuations high in the sky.
The golden light is majestic, rising from the ground, like a hundred-meter wave, majestic and turbulent against the current.
In an instant, the dazzling light turned into tens of thousands of sharp light blades, fiercely passing through Count Lauryn's monstrous and broken body.
Every inch of flesh and blood was engulfed by this terrifying and dazzling golden light.
The burning red sun hung fiercely high in the sky, and the violent flames licked Lord Lauryn's huge body like a wild beast.
The hot and intense air exploded crazily in the surrounding space, and the surrounding space became distorted due to the high temperature.
However, before the goddess of fertility, everything seemed to be extremely loving.
Even the parched air was filled with a gentle touch.
The earth covered by divine power began to show a rich breath of life.
Count Lauryn's body began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His huge body exuded a strong bloody aura, forming a huge bloody waterfall that shot straight into the sky.
When they reached the top of the mysterious barrier, the blood-colored waterfall fiercely split into blood energy that covered the sky and the sun, scattered and flew towards Shurburn in the distance.
The bloody aura poured into the people's bodies, nourishing their weak and pale bodies.
Warmth covered their frail bodies, causing blood to flow under their skin again.
The shriveled body seemed to be moistened by fresh air and gradually regained its vitality.
Under the overflow of golden light spots, Earl Lauryn's broken limbs began to completely dissipate.
The body that covered the sky was shattered into countless scarlet ashes, rising up against the golden light that filled the sky.
Until finally, Count Lauryn looked at Prixis with his huge scarlet eyes.
No one noticed that a ray of transparent dead soul gradually floated out of Puxisi's body.
With a loving smile, she drifted towards Count Lauryn's broken body and the blood-red eyes.
Finally, embrace the broken body firmly.
The scene filled with golden light began to return to calm.
The bloody barrier also disappeared without a trace, and even the scorching red sun restrained its previous scorching heat and violence.
The people slowly opened their eyes, coughed slightly, looked around, and felt that everything was normal.
Just now, they all seemed to have slept.
The people stood up one after another and looked around, seeing that everything in their homes was the same as before.
They held their slightly groggy heads and glanced at the clock. The hour hand was turning on the number "twelve".
what happened?
When they looked up, they saw a blazing red sun through the window. The bright sunlight dazzled them so much that they could not open their eyes.
Let me go. Is it dawn?
They slept until noon?
But why do you feel so sleepy? It seemed like he hadn't slept all night.
"Quick, get up! Don't sleep at noon!"
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The anxious voices of residents echoed throughout Shoulburn.
Countless people carry luggage and tools, either going to work or going to the fields to harvest rice.
And when they walked out of the house, they all saw the magnificent scene in front of them.
On the street and the ground, green spores burst out of the ground, bathing in the warm morning light and stretching their green bodies.
At a glance, the vast land was covered with densely packed delicate spores.
The entire Xiulben was covered with a strong breath of life.
With the help of green buds, it is fully displayed in front of the public.
The people were extremely excited when they saw the vision of life appearing on the road.
It was clearly 12 o'clock at noon, but the residents who were originally sleepy were so excited that they couldn't sleep.
But at the same time, they also felt a sense of inexplicable loss and melancholy.
I feel that this God-given gift seems to imply some kind of farewell.
But they didn't think much about it.
I can only happily accept this gift from heaven.
...
The golden and sacred temple is covered with a layer of bright light.
The colorful colors shine through the exquisite rose windows like a rainbow on the huge golden floor.
This is a majestic and lofty church.
Countless huge golden pillars hold up the dome, and the colorful light falls on the smooth building surface, making it look particularly mysterious.
In the center of the entire hall, a statue of a god holding an ear of wheat stood quietly.
As the light fell, it seemed as if the statues were showing a faint smile.
Countless nuns lined up on both sides of the hall, each wearing a wreath on their head, with solemn expressions and pious eyes.
When they all turned their heads and focused on the entrance of the palace.
A woman wearing a nun's uniform appeared in everyone's sight.
Her eyes were covered by a black curtain.
Although her vision was blocked, her gait was firm and she didn't appear to be affected at all.
Under the gaze of all the nuns, she looked calm and walked up the steps of the hall step by step with quiet steps.
Under the statue at the front of the hall, there is a golden high platform, with a golden wheat ear lying quietly on it.
The sunlight shines through the empty dome, giving the wheat ears a sacred brilliance.
The nun stood quietly in front of the wheat ears and stretched out her slender and strong hands.
Although her arms looked so slender and thin, there were ravines in the palms of her hands.
It is covered with cocoon marks from long-term farm work.
She gently picked up the wheat ears. Although her eyes were blindfolded, she seemed to be able to "see" the golden wheat ears shining in her hands.
In this warm light, her arms were also surrounded by golden brilliance, as if enveloped by divine power.
After a long time, the nun placed the ears of wheat on the golden platform again.
As if she had seen something, she spoke slowly, her voice full of solemnity and awe:
"The great Earl, exchanged his own life for the prosperity of Shurburn."
"His sacrifice will make Shoulburn immortal forever."
From today on, Shurburn will be a land truly blessed by the goddess of fertility.
The nuns in the audience bowed together, their movements uniform and full of respect.
The nun turned around, placed her hands demurely on her lower abdomen, faced everyone, and said calmly:
"When a lord dies, he will be succeeded by outstanding heirs first."
"Let's go, we should come forward in this matter."
She walked forward on her own, and every time she passed the golden corridor, the nuns passing by would follow her.
Until I reached the door, the nuns lined up behind me.
The door opened, the blazing sun shed golden light, and the ground was covered with buds symbolizing life.
The nun, who covered her eyes with tulle, slowly raised her head, looked at the sky, and whispered to the red sun:
"goddess."
"What kind of existence can make your kindness return again."
…
The sky is full of autumn leaves fluttering, maple red and orange intertwined, shining with the light of life in the sun.
The golden wheat waves reflected the sun and flickered slowly.
Countless nobles stood there blankly.
They didn't even feel that the soul fire in their bodies had disappeared and they had returned to their original appearance.
Wearing a lead-colored robe, the wrinkles on his face and cloudy eyes became more obvious in the sunlight.
Feeling the extremely abundant breath of life, looking at the floating wheat waves, I can't see the end.
Only Aurelion stood there, raised her head, and looked at the sky.
Gaining the power of the Necromancer, Aurelion clearly felt it.
Under that magic, there are two souls.
They tangled together and then dispersed in the wind.
This time, she was not afraid of the two dead souls.
I just feel an inexplicable sadness in my heart.
Suddenly, the demihumans roared in unison.
The demi-humans with deer ears and leopard ears took steps forward one after another.
Stepping lightly through the dust, carefully bypassing the green spores.
Shuttle through the golden wheat fields and leave in an orderly and light manner.
Only two Khajiits were left on either side of Aurelion, guarding her dutifully.
All the knights of the Knights dismounted, stood in front of the team, and bowed to Victor in unison, showing their absolute respect.
At this time, Victor stood in the wheat field.
As the wheat waves swayed, his mottled back seemed to be submerged in golden light, feeling the dance of the wind.
it's all over.
Victor lowered his head and looked at his level:
lv50——
In less than half a year, I jumped from the third level to the fifth level. I am afraid no one would believe this speed.
But Victor doesn’t care whether others believe it or not.
Looking forward along the sparkling golden light, a wheat field seemed to have been overwhelmed, sinking in the golden waves.
That's Priscilla.
At this moment, the girl was bending her legs, leaning against the crushed wheat ears.
She struggled to support her upper body with her arms and sat up.
Warm red ran over her delicate face, and blood streaked under her fair skin.
This time, Prixis re-entered her original body.
She would never again be ravaged by madness.
Because now she is the most perfect vampire.
However……
She was sitting among the swaying wheat ears, crying silently.
Her grievances were contained in the sadness of autumn leaves and wheat ears, and carried far and wide.
In the end, Priscilla finally understood her parents' purpose.
However, there was nothing she could do to save it.
At this time, everyone finally faced the sunlight and saw Pulisis, whose body was filled with golden light.
The moment one of the nobles saw Prixis, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and he cursed angrily:
"That monster's daughter, why is she still alive..."
Before he could finish his words, a cold wind passed through him, making him shiver and goosebumps crawl all over his body.
He looked back tremblingly, only to find Victor's extremely cold obsidian eyes looking at him.
The fierce aura interrupted half of his words.
The calm voice sounded softly, but it was extremely deafening in the heart of this noble:
"Mind yourself."
He turned back angrily and shrank his neck.
He had only felt this kind of momentum from Grand Duke Barlow.
And now.
When they were really close to feeling Victor's power.
In the hearts of this group of kingdom nobles, Victor is enough to be respected by all of them.
But even so, everyone remained silent.
They just looked at Puxisi who was crying silently, silently expressing their dissatisfaction.
The golden waves of wheat made a roaring sound that filled everyone's ears.
But suddenly, an exclamation broke the calm.
"Where's August? King August is missing!"
