"Time is up."
His eyes fell on Zhou Li. Black Emperor Eluma gently took off the crown and placed it on the golden stage aside. He smiled brightly and said, "It's time for us to leave."
Gently holding Eluma's right hand, Zhou Li was wearing a silver heavy armor that he rarely wore, holding a sharp blade, and the knight's outfit fit him particularly well. He met the girl's warm and gentle gaze, reflecting her lake-blue eyes, and said softly: "Yes, the time has come."
The "Imperial Palace", which represents the supreme power of the Black Emperor, is extremely quiet. There are no more messy stacks of documents and contracts in the past. The busy officials have withdrawn, and those loyal soldiers have also been sent back by Eluma. At this time, in the simple and bright hall, there were only the copper-inlaid royal chair, the knight and his lover.
"This is one of its few shining moments."
Zhou Li looked at the throne that he had built with his own hands, and a faint smile appeared on his face. "On weekdays, it is either held down by documents or used as scaffolding. The gold paint on it has been rubbed off."
"That's also very expensive."
Wrinkling her delicate nose, Aluma chuckled and said: "This layer of gold paint costs more than a hundred gold coins, and the chair is not cheap either. It is somewhat... just like you said, it has commemorative significance."
"That would be a shame."
Zhou Li shook his head and couldn't help laughing, "I'm afraid this commemoration won't last long."
"I haven't taken a good look at this place for so many years."
Looking up, black is the main color, but there are also lake blue soft and colorful roofs with vines and spider webs. With a faint sigh, Eluma said slowly: "Actually, after I got free, I found that there is nothing good to see here. On the contrary, I suddenly missed the people who stayed here and the words they said. .”
“A house built by people is destined to be lived in.”
Zhou Li raised his head following the girl's gaze and said with emotion: "What a pity... Xiaoya was not here when we designed this place, otherwise it would have looked better."
"Only you and her could convince me at that time."
Eluma smiled noncommittally, with nostalgia in her eyes, and her voice was soft, like a twisted thread of satin, "If she were here, she would cry again."
"Don't say that."
Zhou Li smiled, as if he had thought of something, and there was joy in his eyebrows, "If she knew that every time she secretly cried, we would find out, she would probably start a fight again."
"She is a twenty-year-old girl after all."
Eluma tapped the back of Zhou Li's hand, "I want to see her next time... forget it."
Smiling in relief, Eluma shook her head, "We won't even remember it by then."
"But you are still you, and I am still me."
Zhou Li listened to the hysterical war cry outside the palace, his expression as usual, "Tiya will still be in Tariq, and she will still appear at the critical moment when she senses that we need help. Mr. Herinen still loves mankind, and wishes Give everything for mankind. Mr. Muqi will not change, he will always appear when we need it most. The same goes for the old man from the Third World. Next time, he should not be so easy to catch."
"Torrea will also be waiting for you and me."
"time···"
Chewing the two words carefully, Eluma's vision began to blur under Zhou Li's words. She seemed to see the past that she had not wanted to recall, and the future that had not happened. After a long time, she closed her eyes and whispered:
"Zhou Li, we have lost our memories, are we still us?"
At this time, the armor occupied by the black mist outside the hall was gradually broken into pieces. The heroic knights and mages continued to bombard the castle symbolizing disaster, expecting to kill the Demon Emperor.
Zhou Li didn't say much, he just lowered his head slightly and rested his forehead on the back of Eluma's hand. Feeling the familiar temperature, the young man gently closed his eyes and said softly: "We are just experiencing a restart, not a rebirth."
"Brave, divine envoy, this is our identity that will never change."
Eluma was stunned. Maybe she already knew the answer, but at this time, she felt more at ease than ever before. She slowly opened her eyes, and the black mist symbolizing conquest and ashes gradually spread, but soon, the clear eyes under the black mist reflected the world like a lake.
"They're coming."
Listening to the miserable screams from the trembling earth, Eluma whispered: "The person we want to save is here."
"They are stupid, blind and have no opinion."
Slowly raising the sword, showing its sharp edge, Zhou Li looked indifferent, with a hint of ice and snow in his tone, "Their gratitude seems cheap, but their flattery is extremely sincere. In order to indulge themselves and let the gods control everything, they Instead of fighting for his own rights, he learned to exploit those who are weaker and flatter those who are superior.”
Magic continued to bombard the city gate, and the sharp blade slashed at the rough-looking sculpture. The vanguards want to overthrow authority and destroy this castle that symbolizes tyranny and dominance, by any means necessary.
"Delusion, envy, hatred, greed, this is what they are."
With angry roars and righteous conquests, there was no human face in Zhou Li's eyes, only those abominable masks stacked together. Above the long sword, it represents the gradual condensation of the absolute halo. Zhou Li's dark eyes were like an abyss, so deep that no edge could be seen, "But..."
In the melting pot city, Tia's blond hair was blown by the wind, and under the setting sun, she told Zhou Li and Eluma her trivial dreams. In the tower, Mr. Muqi put the handmade wooden carving into Eluma's hand and wished her a happy birthday with a smile. In the Tarik People's Hall, Herinen handed Zhou Li the Protector's badge, which represented trust, and his words were full of trust and pride. On the top of the mountains, Magnum III pointed at the emerging skyline and spoke out the dream that had been hidden in his heart for many years.
In the cold snowfield, the red-faced soldiers turned their bodies into a line of defense, resolutely facing the devil's breath, and covering the injured Eluma behind them. The volcanic valley was spitting out hot breath. The boy pushed Zhou Li away and was swallowed by the magma. In a small town on the border, the landlady disliked Zhou Li for coming home late every day, but she always put hot water in the most conspicuous place in the middle of the night.
Yes, there are many evil people and many stupid people in this world. They were controlled by the gods and coerced by public opinion, and easily regarded Eluma, who had saved them, as a devil.
"Their evils are many. But..."
Raising the long sword, when the door shattered, the bright and dazzling light swallowed up Zhou Li and Eluma. The knight raised his head and the envoy smiled. Zhou Li felt his body gradually breaking into pieces, and turned his head slightly to look at the restarts that accompanied him again and again.
"Them, not all."
