There was a dead silence in the square.

Galapeia was silently planted there, above the base of the statue.

Nicol Bolas blinked, and suddenly burst into hysterical laughter, rolling on the ground with laughter and tears welling up in his eyes.

It never imagined that this illusion, which had trapped itself for thirty years, would end in such a dramatic way.

This was completely unexpected.

It laughed for a long time before it stopped, looking appreciatively at the stunned crowd—

Misu is trapped in the spell and cannot move.

Lune didn't know if he was alive or dead.

The older knight was looking at the sword that landed in the middle of the square.

Not far away, Momiji couldn't help but clench her fists when she saw this scene, and she turned her head to find that the Paparal was hiding behind a wooden barrel with her head in her arms and muttering to herself.

She listened carefully to the other party's words, only to find that the latter was chanting: "Don't look at me, don't look at me!" "Autumn leaves can't help but be angry.

Nicol Bolas straightened up in the square, his wings fully open on his massive body, and his amber pupils seemed to contain a heavy golden glow.

It looked condescendingly at everyone in the square, and said arrogantly: "I said earlier, I have no weakness in this scene, and the moment the Blade of Illusion is destroyed, you are already doomed!" ”

But the golden gaze swept across the square, only to find that there was one person missing.

It looked around, and suddenly heard a somewhat calm voice coming from beneath it: "I'm afraid not necessarily." ”

Nicol Bolas looked down and saw a somewhat small human standing in front of him—a human teenager, so weak that it was almost worthless, as if it could crush it like a bug with a single movement of its claws.

It recognized the boy.

It's the guy who's been against it.

"Radiance of the sky." Nicol Bolas spoke in a deep tone, his voice filled with greed.

It cracked its mouth, revealing a mouthful of fangs, and looked dangerously at the Fang Plover, at the badge clenched in the other man's hand, which was the emblem of its followers in the hundred years it had been sleeping.

Zealot Mark.

"It's you again, still not dead?" Nicol Bolas said with some contempt, "Are you going to use this thing to defeat me?" With the emblem of my believer? ”

"Or are you going to take it and kneel on my knees and beg for mercy?"

It narrowed its golden eyes playfully, "Of course—if you beg me for mercy and offer me the Radiance of the Firmament, I'll consider leaving you a whole corpse." ”

Fang Yu looked at the giant dragon fearlessly, and replied calmly: "Dragon Golden Yu, take a good look at it, what is this?" ”

"That's just ......"

Nicol Bolas stopped suddenly.

Its thick brows furrowed together, and it saw that the emblem in Fang Yuan's hand slowly changed in its eyes, and it emitted a faint glimmer, gradually turning into a scepter.

The scepter is adorned with the Celestial Crown, the emblem is the Morning Sword, and the counterweight gem is carved with the symbol of the Ishurian anvil, which is decorated with tassels and engraved with an oath to protect the side.

It was the authority of the kingdom of Kaulin, the scepter of the consuls.

But before Nicol Bolas could see it, the scepter changed again, and in the light, it became a sword. The narrow blade of the fairy sword, like the body of a thin feather, is as bright as a pool of silver frost, and the patterns on it swim.

The inscription of the fairy of Pahir, which seemed to have a dark red color above the sword, flashed one by one, and on it was an ancient fable: 'Sleep with the dragon, live with the fire-'

'With the moon, with the stars. ’

'Fairy Favor, Galapea. ’

Galapeia means sword, dragon slayer.

Nicol Bolas' eyes narrowed in some fear.

This sword had caused it unforgettable damage, and the fear in his heart seemed to have been carved into his bones, even if he knew that it was not true, he still felt trembling.

Fortunately, the sword quickly disappeared, and the mark changed shape again in Fang Yu's hand.

It was a brooch.

The unicorn pattern symbolizes purity and loyalty, selflessness and bravery.

The brooch has a very unique shape, and you won't find it in many places in Cowling.

And if it had to come from somewhere, it might have been bathed in the moonlight of the silver desert, stained with the wind and sand of Istania, the ancient homeland of the dragon slayers.

Nicol Bolas always looked at this thing with a familiar look, as if it were a memory from a long time ago that came from the depths of his heart.

In that memory, there are many other things.

But it's all long blurred.

And it finally saw where the light above the mark came from.

A faint light emanated from Fang Yuan's chest, gradually blending with the emblem in his hand. And that scene Nicol Bolas had seen not long ago, in a previous scene.

The shattered blade of vanity of victory turned into a bits of light, and once fused with it.

It tensed a little, and raised its claws for fear of seeing the emblem turn into a false blade of victory again.

But Fang Yu looked at it with some calmness and said, "Are you afraid that it will become Galapeia?" Actually, you're mistaken, it's not Galapeia, it's the opposite—"

"In this illusion, the Blade of Illusory Victory is but a shadow of it."

"And the scepter of remorse, too."

"The Mark of the Zealot, and the Emblem of the Loyalist, are all apparitions here—we should have thought of this, and Dorifin's three objects are but refractions of one thing in this illusion."

"So now do you remember? Nicol Bolas, what is this-"

Fang Yu held up the object in his hand.

At that moment, Nicol Bolas's mind suddenly flashed an extremely dangerous sign, "Throw it away!" It screamed and pressed its claws down on Fang Yuan, but it was at that moment that a golden light bloomed from Fang Yuan's hand.

The dark dragon screamed and retreated, looking at its claws in disbelief, the flesh of its palm opened, and the flesh rolled up, and it was actually charred black.

It looked at Fang Yu in disbelief and screamed, "That power is ......"

And in Fang Yuan's hand is a ring.

It shimmered with a blazing golden flame like a slow-flowing ring of lava fire, and even in such a sea of fire, the ring still shines brightly.

Fang Plover had actually seen it before.

The same goes for autumn leaves.

Therefore, the latter couldn't help but cry out: "Ring of Golden Flames!" ”

"How could it be in your hands!" Nicol Bolas also screamed, his voice filled with disbelief in fear.

Fang Yu only looked at the giant dragon that couldn't stop retreating, the ground rumbled and shook, but he held the ring tighter and tighter without fear: "It was here thirty years ago, have you forgotten?" ”

"No!" Nicol Bolas's eyes flashed with extreme fear, as if the Owl could do great harm to it just by holding the ring close to it, and he couldn't help but hold his head and scream in pain, "Take it, I don't remember anything......"

Fang Yu stopped.

He held a palm-sized package in his hand, which had been completely burned through the inside, and inside was a small box.

The box was still in good condition, except for the charred black.

Inside the box, it seemed that it was supposed to contain a ring-shaped object.

It was supposed to be in that place again-

He shook his head and tossed the empty package to the ground when all the light had converged to a point. The golden flame of the ring in Fang Yuan's hand was even worse, like a dazzling sun.

"Don't come here." Nicol Bolas lay on the ground in pain, wailing.

"We all know that legend."

Fang Yu said.

"After the dragon slayer killed the dragon, the descendants forged a ring from its eyes."

"That ring is called the Ring of Golden Flames."

"It's just that the rumor didn't say that the dragon was the famous Nicol Bolas, and the name of the dragon slayer—"

"It's called the Hero Joshide."

Fang Yu looked at the ring in his hand, and finally said, "This is your carrier, right, Dragon Golden Beam." ”

"A hundred years ago, the Lord of Harrowston took it from Joschud and brought it to this place. Your followers use its power to choose the victims from among the innocent. ”

"But you never imagined that thirty years ago, someone would take it from this ruin."

"And this illusion erases all memories of it."

Fang Plover and Nicol Bolas stood far away, and one man and one dragon were almost at the other end of the square.

Momiji couldn't hear what the two were saying from afar, but she could only watch in amazement as Fang Yu stood in front of Nicol Bolas, who looked terrified.

But not far away, suddenly a man crawled out of the rubble covered in blood.

It was Rune who was rescued by Fang Yuan.

He looked at the ring in Fang Yuan's hand with blood on his face, and his eyes flashed with a faint light—the light was surprise, surprise, disbelief, memory, and firm conviction.

Nicol Bolas seems to have finally reached the limit of his patience.

It was cornered by Fang Yuan, baring its fangs and trying to fight back, but suddenly its pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint, and it screamed, "Ah, it's you again—you hateful woman." ”

It screamed like crazy, "It's not like that, that's not ......" and slammed into the neighborhood, knocking down several burning houses in succession.

This sudden change in the scene was beyond everyone's expectations, and Fang Yu only heard a nervous reminder from Miss Fairy in his mind: "Be careful, Mr. Knight, the mental impact——! ”

He looked up and saw that the entire illusion had been shattered by Nicol Bolas's impact.

A long crack appeared in the sky, and large chunks of debris fell from there.

The whole gray oak square seems to be sinking, and the square is raised to both sides, sinking from the center as if forming a huge quicksand trap.

Fang Yu was unsteady on his feet, almost falling directly into the center of the vortex, and he tried his best to grasp something and try to stand up.

But when he raised his head, he couldn't help but be stunned-

Fang Yu saw that the entire illusion was slowly overturning, it was like a fragment of the world suspended in the void, or a broken mirror, sliding into the boundless darkness and depths.

It was a catastrophe that human beings simply could not resist.

He looked back, but there was no sign of Miss Misu, Diktor, Rune, Momiji, and Parker, or where Sylvid and Miss Maid had gone.

As far as the eye can see, there is nothing but chaos, crumbling houses, shards of rock, falling flames and trivial objects, and even human corpses.

Nicol Bolas didn't know where he went.

But he clearly felt that the ring in his hand was sinking, dragging him downward, and among the shadows of the abyss below, there seemed to be countless figures.

He didn't know if it was his own delusion—

He saw people running in the darkness, they seemed to be shouting and screaming something, the voice was like an ethereal phantom, but it gradually became clear:

"Kill her, kill this monster!"

"That's calamity, and we must stay away from it!"

Then the smoke and dust dissolve into the image of an old man.

Dressed in a robe, with ugly dark spots on his forehead, he squinted at him.

"But it could also be a hope—"

Then the image of the black smoke changed again.

This time, there were a lot of people and things, but Fang Yu was dizzy and couldn't see it clearly. He finally saw only a slender shadow, standing there with his back to him, and asked him calmly:

"Remember our agreement——?"

Fang Yu was slightly stunned.

She turned, took something from her hand, and threw it in front of him: "I knew it was so—you go, and I would never trust anyone again." ”

The thing landed at Fang Yuan's feet.

Fang Yu looked down, but there was nothing. Only the ring on his hand was hot, and the girl's shadow was fading away in the darkness, Fang Yu suddenly raised his head and asked loudly:

"What agreement?"

The shadow froze.

She turned around, and the part of her face was so thick that she couldn't see it clearly.

She looked at him fixedly, then shook her head and sneered: "This is the most ridiculous answer I've ever heard, but at least don't you shout and kill like them, or do you mean that people have forgotten everything now?" ”

She shook her head.

"But forget it, I don't care."

"You're in luck."

As he spoke, the shadow turned and walked into the depths of the smoke and dust, disappearing.

Fang Yu hadn't understood what was going on, but suddenly, he felt something more in his mind. It's like a memory, but it's plausible.

He quietly held the ring, and in the darkness, he realized that something seemed to be not quite right around him.

The illusion of the previous chaos is gone—

There was only a silent darkness around him, and in this darkness he could not feel the position of the upper and lower directions, nor the existence of time and space.

Everything seemed to be in chaos.

But gradually, he heard a somewhat muffled voice:

"Can you really do it?"

It was a somewhat gruff tone, a voice that Fang Yu had never heard before. With this sound, the black fog in front of him suddenly dispersed.

There's a little bit of golden light.

A golden light was emanating from a ring, a ring like lava, which was held in the palm of a dwarf's thick palm.

The latter looked at the ring fixedly and asked to himself.

"But how can I do that?"

"No, no, no, or Joschud he'll understand......"

"Ah, you demagogic wicked—"

The dwarf muttered, and another voice seemed to come from outside the room, "Hageston, what are you rubbing about, we're leaving." ”

"Ah, my lord, I'm coming."

The dwarf glanced back, and only after hesitating did he look at the ring in his hand before carefully putting it away.

Then the vision darkened.

When it was lit up again, Fang Ou saw a tall back—he almost thought he saw Mazak, but it was clearly not, the man had a beautiful short white blonde hair that was very different from the former.

He stood under a tree, sword in hand, and silently watched the convoy in the distance fade away.

"He's not coming back, Joshide." A voice said.

Then Fang Yu realized that it was himself who spoke.

The man turned his head and glanced at him—Fang Yu couldn't remember what the other party looked like, only a pair of golden eyes, which were particularly dazzling and memorable.

"Let him go—"

Fang Yu wanted to cover his mouth, but it was still speaking: "So you still haven't made up your mind in the end. ”

"I don't know, but I always felt like we couldn't do that."

"You'll regret it."

"Perhaps."

The man crossed the square plover and disappeared from his vision.

The surroundings were dark again.

When it lit up again, Fang Plover finally found himself in a familiar place, a place he had visited several times in the short space of one night.

That's Horsetings College, the Dean's Office—

But the scene here is a little different from what he used to see.

……