Lovian smiled bitterly as the solemn Terran girl leaned into his ear, and then a wall of spiritual power formed around them.

"The teacher said that although the oracle that made my temple to exterminate the demon tribes of the Grivar Empire and you yourself is invulnerable, the person who does not believe in the authenticity of this oracle the most is my teacher. He tells us that the roots of the faith of the Earth Temple may be tainted, and that if we blindly follow the oracle, then there will be darkness at the end of the glorious path. That's why the teacher is betting on me to trust you, for there is no one in Osiria who has a purer hatred for the Dark Mage than you. ”

"Are you saying I can do anything to hate me?" said Lovian, closing his eyes.

Kelly was startled and distanced herself from Lovian, "Of course...... No. The teacher's consciousness is that you are more trustworthy than if you were no longer a pure source of faith. ”

"You ...... I don't understand the nature of hatred. Luo Wei'an opened his eyes, his eyes sharp, "Sue me, do you have hatred in your heart for your teacher's death?!"

"Huh?"

"Wouldn't you be thinking at night that if you can one day have enough strength, you can personally lead your troops to exterminate Ban Leon and avenge your teacher?! I know that your teacher's death was too hasty, and you only feel sadness now, but no bitter hatred. But I tell you that a true blood feud will not defile your heart in an instant, but will gradually eat away at your heart, and gradually degenerate you into a person who can abandon your subordinates, friends, and even siblings for the sake of hatred! Are you sure that you will be able to face the world in the future without hatred as you say now?!"

If...... I didn't drown my reason by the hatred of this skull, so with my own strength. At least it can ensure that Orka and Siu will not survive such torture, and at least it can ensure that the people of the demon clan will not be hunted down all the way to Minar. In the end, less than 10,000 people survived, at least so that the current demon race would not be so enslaved and tortured-

History is the most cruel. It's just that there are no ifs.

If there is no self in history that is overwhelmed by hatred, there will be no success in sealing the dark mage, and the balance of the world will still fall indefinitely towards the despair of darkness. And Mastma and his companions of the Blood Moon clan would have died, and even if he hadn't died in the Dark Mage's attack at that time, he probably wouldn't have the strength to continue struggling with hatred.

Kelly lowered her head, her fists clenched slowly, and the Red Lotus Falling Spear let out a low sound in her hand as it was bent.

"How...... Possible...... No!" she growled, "but, as the Lord of the Temple. How can I allow myself to become a slave to hatred! Even if I have enough strength one day, I will hand over one of my bonds to others before I take revenge. This is the face of metricism, because the real heroes or heroes, like you, will carry hatred in your will, and then lead history. I'm just drifting with fate, and I don't have the courage to hate like you. ”

With that, Kelly looked up at him with a wry smile. Then he carried the red lotus and fell into his mind, picked up the body of Ulysses that had been preserved in the magic with his spiritual power, and slowly stepped on the war horse and slowly walked towards the north.

Lovian pondered Kelly's last words and didn't stop pondering until nightfall.

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He returned to Evan's tent, which had moved dozens of kilometers to the west. The East can already see a bright color.

The pills that Kelly had given him were indeed effective, and although it was certainly impossible to simply regain his best condition during this time, at least his weakness could be explained by the reciprocal battle.

Back in the tent. He was a little surprised to find that there was no sign of a battle here. Yiqiē was as quiet and dull as usual, as if the murderous aura contained in it had not been released. It seems a little depressing. With Millet's proof, he was able to sneak into the magically disguised camp without being disturbed by the guards.

To his surprise, Ian had come here at some point. When he saw the former god of war, he was sitting on a boulder, and the Maha that he usually never left was still at her feet.

And the black winged liquid-solid armor she was wearing had obviously been baptized by the fierce battle, and there were rifts from swords and halberds everywhere. And under the clear moonlight, the scars of this battle suit drew a silver trail - the silence under the moon and the medal of the warrior, reflecting the tragedy under the tranquility burned his eyeballs.

Dressed in black, her face was confused and stern like never before, this was definitely not the innocent god of war Ai'an who was as white as snow in the north in his memory.

- This is ......

The only possibility suddenly surged out, and there was only one possibility that could make the current Ai An look such a look, and that was that she had restored her memories as a god of war five hundred years ago.

Did the battle remind her of the past?Lovien thought to himself, he was sure that Ai could easily spot him at this distance, but she didn't. He cautiously did not choose to use his spiritual antennae and gaze to disturb her, who was sitting on a rock in the form of a wax figure, but looked at Maha beneath her.

The little machine spirit, which looked transparent in the moonlight, saw Luo Wei'an sitting beside him, and sighed silently.

"What's wrong?"

"Just like you think. Maha lay on the ground with a blade of grass in her mouth, "Even if she didn't fully recover, she knew a lot of things, didn't she?" Sheila's skeletons ran to the west, and it was she who led the demon army to repel the immortal things. When the master held me...... I felt something was wrong, I could stop her, but I guess it wouldn't work. ”

"Why?" he whispered.

"If you can't restore your strength, how can you face the future. Maha sighed, "Unlike you, you still have a clear memory of the power of the past. Master, she didn't even know what the fifth-level spatial perception was. Although she had reached the fifth level, and with her talent, she would be able to figure it out again on her own sooner or later, but who knows how long it would take. Who can say what will happen during this time. After the Black Mage broke the seal. She—and you and others—must have been the first target he found. If you don't have the strength to protect yourself, it's really over. ”

Lovian did not answer. To be honest, she was reluctant to let the former White Wolf King Ai'an come back, and if she could sleep all the time, he would be willing to use his own help to minimize the bumps in her cultivation path as much as possible. Because of the current Ai'an, the impression of him and the Black Wing and all the Qiē in his heart is positive, and there is no love, hatred, hatred, life and death in the past. Wouldn't it be nice to use beautiful colors instead of the flames of war to put a new background on the drawing paper of her mind, both for Lovian, with whom he once had a personal hatred, and for herself?

And time ...... This is the only reason that is enough to break this qiē.

The past haunts dreams of tragic battlefields. The personality of the wild king who laughs at the world, holds a halberd and blocks an army, and the personality of an innocent girl who laughs at this new era, between laughter and friends, and even with Forrest Gump and Gufa, who derive a family-like relationship, is now in a fierce battle in her mind.

This battle, more than the epic battle of the Dark Mage's retreat five hundred years ago, will have a more profound impact on her and the world afterward.

"You hope it is...... The current Ayan, right?" said Maha to him with his eyes closed.

"Of course, I finally got on good terms with this guy. Sometimes it's incredible to think about it. Luo Weian also said relaxedly. Looking at Ai'an, whose expression on the boulder was suddenly dazed and painful, she could only give her spiritual support because she could do nothing.

"Whatever the outcome, in short, just stop being an enemy. ”

Time passed silently. The sun in the east has overshadowed the moonlight in the west. Gradually, a golden light pierced through the distant mountains, carving her long silver hair into a golden streamer. A warrior in broken armor. It was the greatest attire of a warrior, and the confusion and struggle in her expression. It also reveals the fragile humanity of the perfect god of war in history.

"Human ...... It's really hard to be. Maha sat up suddenly, a little confused in his expression. "Legion Commander, there is an old demon who asked you why you didn't help them during the day...... Demons, they don't really like a Terran to save them, although they don't care about this for a long time, but there is no doubt that they want you to be their hero. ”

"Hmph, where is that guy? I'll look for him myself. He commented with a blank face.

"Guess that's what you say. Maha showed a smug smile and pointed to the west, "Except for a hundred meters from the cordon, he is waiting." I let him be there...... About, four hours, huh?"

Lovien stood up without saying a word, and flew in that direction.

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His heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the shadow of the moon that was about to sink to the horizon.

It's the second year, and in a few days, it's probably the second Blood Moon Festival that I'm going to experience when I come to this era. Whether it's to follow tradition or to reassure yourself, festival days should be spent at home. Thanks...... Now that I have a home, I won't be stuck in the mire of being unable to distinguish between reality and memory like I did last year.

And how should the Bloodmoon Clan's festival be held now? Should they chant the teachings of their ancestors as they did in the past, and then give blessings to each other in the streets? Or should the bitter history of the past be stripped of the element of happiness and only the repetition of hatred?

He suddenly wanted to ask the question very much, and soon he saw the tall and thin old man in the shadow of a huge baobab tree. It was the elder he had seen in the small town hall where the demons lived, the wings behind his back had obviously become too old to support his flight, and the rusty scabbard in his hand reminded him of his past as a warrior, and now he could only be a crutch to help him stagger.

"Ah, Your Highness, you are finally here. ”

Luo Wei was a little unbearable, Maha let this old man stand here for so long, although the reason was not him, but Luo Wei'an, as the only blood moon honor, still felt shocked and blamed himself.

"You sit first. He said dryly in the demon language, and the earth element behind the old man instantly bulged, forming a simple stone chair made of earth and stone under him. A soft force field forced him to sit down.

"I don't like to sit because it makes me distracted. He interrupted the old man's question simply and bluntly," he said. What do you have that deserves you to come in person and wait so long for me. ”

The old man apparently had a new understanding of Lovian's toughness, and he squeezed his wrist in his chair in a bit of a panic. Then he looked around, as if he was worried that someone might eavesdrop on the empty wilderness. Until his hesitation caused Lovian to snort disapprovingly. He almost stood up in a hurry, but sat back in his chair trembling under Lovian's cold gaze.

"Your Highness...... You're the heir of the Supreme Bloodline, the son-in-law of His Majesty Sakarion, right?"

Lockvein ScarlerrinHollyvon Bloodymoon, whose name Sakalien and Holly are traditionally inherited from his father's name and his mother's surname. The previous generation of the Silver Demon Emperor Siwu was born from the Demon Supreme of the Blood Moon, and the Red Butterfly Demon Emperor Sakarion was Luo Wei'an's biological father. From this point of view, his Demon Supreme bloodline is justified and pure.

The coercion of the faint supreme bloodline trembled for a few moments, and the old man felt a dizzy feeling of suffocation. That was the feeling that other bloodlines of the demon race could never bring to themselves, and only the three demon battle races: the Winged Demon, the Blood Moon, and the Supreme Vein of the Night Death could bring such obvious coercion to the ordinary demon race.

"How dare I doubt the purity of your bloodline?" the old man bowed his head. Exhaled deeply, and said slowly, "I'm wondering, are you the only Blood Moon Clan Supreme bloodline in the world?"

"If it's the Blood Moon Clan, of course it's me. Luo Wei suddenly felt a tingle in his heart, the blood moon Brady Munn, those cousins who had not yet grown up had been annihilated in the flames of war, and as the best of themselves, he did not protect his only sister Damian. The glorious blood of the Blood Moon race. At the moment, there are only a few of them left.

"What do you want to say?" his voice suddenly froze.

The old man took a breath of cool air, and then replied tremblingly:

"Your Highness, above this Osiria, there is another Highness. With blood as pure and brilliant as you are. I am probably the only one in the Blood Moon Clan today who knows about this, because I have seen His Highness with my own eyes. His Highness who concealed one of his own qiē under the burqa. Although I have no way of determining whether he is in line with His Majesty's countenance, it is impossible for me to falsify the power of the bloodline. ”

A crisp tremor rang through Lovian's mind.

He didn't know if he should be happy or threatened at the moment. No doubt. As the only supreme bloodline, it was enough for him to control and unite the remaining demons of Osiria without competition. But if there is another demon with a supreme bloodline, then who should the demon race unite with?

Further, if that demon clan is still loyal to the dark mage, then in the future, if the power of the dark army expands, the entire demon clan may be dragged into the abyss of meaningless war again, constantly bleeding for a meaningless goal, and become a dagger that can be discarded by blunt use.

"Where is he!" and before he knew it, his tone became urgent. To the old man's ears, it also means ferocity.

"Ah...... That—I don't know, Your Highness. But I know that he is not alone, and there are also an unknown number of demons loyal to him...... But he never seemed to expand his power—ah!——"

The black wings flashed, and the fingers flowing with dark essence already pinched a short mark, which was filled with disgusting poison. The flames flickered, and the poison dart made of steel turned into a piece of scrap metal.

The poison dart went straight to the back of the old man's head, and judging by the strength with which he pinched the poison dart, it would undoubtedly pierce his skull when it hit, and the poison would have killed him long before it struck.

The Hell Wind Vane fell silently in the palm of his hand, and in an instant, the dark power drew an invisible circular circle between him and the Elder of the Blood Moon Clan, transforming all of his power into a soft and tough defensive barrier.

In the early morning when the sun had risen, the shadow of the giant tree was still cold and dark—a darkness that transcended the dark element itself, and every spiritual tentacle in it mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

Although he is not an opponent who exceeds the limits of his strength like Ben Leon, he can still pose a threat on a par with himself.

And that person was obviously not the sender of this poison dart, otherwise with such a covert and sudden means and the same level 4 strength as him, he would not have had time to block the sneak attack that was not aimed at him.

The first to appear in his field of vision were the other two demons, and to Luo Wei'an's surprise, they were also young and elite Blood Moon warriors, with the pride and arrogance unique to their age. There was a hint of defiance and contempt in his eyes when he looked at Lovian.

This look made him feel a little ridiculous, and he had always thought that ignoring it was the most reasonable answer to such unwarranted provocations.

The dark clouds slowly converged, it was different from the dark essence, but he recognized the principle as the dark essence. The surging black clouds swept up a depressing breeze that swept away the surrounding spirits of light, leaving only pure darkness to fill Lovian's vision.

The two young Blood Moon Clansmen immediately lowered their heads in fear, and one of them hurriedly glanced at his companion at the discarded poison needle that Lovian had casually discarded. But the latter did not have any response.

"I remember you were reminded not to say too much that you shouldn't have said. ”

Some hoarse voices poured out from the dense dark clouds, and with these words, a demon who was hidden in a thick robe walked out.

Exactly the same blood resonance, the same blood moon honor.

Luo Weian was no longer puzzled, and the old man behind him was already trembling with terror, and curled up in his chair not daring to speak.

The heavy dark red robe seemed to be the color left over from the clotting of layers of dried blood, and the snow-white shawl on the shoulders was dotted in the center of the darkness with an extremely pure color, making the scene particularly dazzling. The wide red robe obscured the details of his body, and even his voice was overlaid by a hoarse sound wave, losing its original timbre.

"I wanted to see you earlier, but ......"

Lovian gripped his weapon, but the other party was not ready to gather strength. He believed that if he attacked him at this moment, the battle would be under his control.

But in the face of the same Blood Moon Clan, he was reluctant to raise his weapon no matter what.

The puzzling pause ended, and the figure in front of him made a false, hoarse sound.

"It's great to see you in person again. ”

"Your Highness, you won't just-"

"Shut up. The demon wrapped in dark red robes interrupted him, and the latter immediately bent down deeply in fear.

The waiting punishment didn't come, and he looked up with great caution as he looked at the two demons with the same terrifying bloodline coercion.

"You and I are not on the same path, but we will meet again. He tried harder to conceal something in his voice, and the Doomsday Scepter in Lovian's hand loosened a little, "It's great to see you so safe and sound. ”

There was no goodbye in his words, and the demon in red turned around slowly, stepping into the darkness.

For a moment, the details that shocked him suddenly pierced his perception, behind the demon clan with the same supreme bloodline, there was no blood moon's most noble wings, and at the junction of the two wings, it seemed to be an extremely faint white scar, a holy mark of light that revealed a slight divine aura. (To be continued......)