Lovian stepped onto the highest point in the Kasha Mountains, a platform cut by wind and snow. On top of it is the temple of time, which stands majestically as far as the eye can see. The once holy Temple of Time has been defiled by darkness, and the grief-stricken holiness of the Temple of Time is sprinkling circles of painful pink-purple aurora around it, mysterious and treacherous.

He couldn't see it anymore, there was not a single guard in front of the main gate of the Temple of Time, and he walked through the vast square in front of the main gate without hindrance, and a dark wind followed him.

He stood in front of Mastma. Mastma saw the Legion's bleeding eyes, ears, and throat and knew what he had been through. But she had no power to stop him.

"Mastroma, between me and the Dark Mage, who are you loyal to?" a hoarse voice that did not resemble a human voice came from Lovian's shattered throat.

Without saying anything, Mastma stepped forward, stretched out his white-gloved hand, gently wiped the blood from the Legion's Commander's face, straightened the folded collar of the Bloody Celestial Honor, and tucked away Lovian's messy bloody hair.

Then she took Lovian's left hand with his bloodstained gloved hand and said softly, "I swear allegiance to you, and my life has been saved by you since you saved me." ”

Lovian's torn body shook slightly, and he remembered that many years ago, on the side of Mount Edelstein, under the big pine tree in his yard, Mastma as a child knelt down on one knee, held the left hand of Lovian, who was still a child, and swore that he would always be loyal to the future Blood Moon Venerable, always follow the future Legionn, and always tie his life to Lovien von Bradimun. Never turn your back.

Luo Wei'an understood.

Masterma gently removed the Dignity Ring on Lovian's left index finger, which represented the Legion's Commander's glory and Blood Moon Honor's authority, and a red dot of light flashed on the purple ring, which was the mark of his life. When the light dissipates. It was when the Blood Moon Zun fell.

"Muffy, I don't deserve your sacrifice - taking the path of the legion commander is a road of no return. My end is your beginning......" Loveian's hoarse voice sounded softly in her ears.

Mastma saw the trembling letterhead in Lovian's hand, and felt that it used mental fluctuations to delicately depict every labyrinthine passage, every hidden passage, and every corner of the Temple of Time. Dark Mage's Magic, Abilities, and Weaknesses......

"Take it...... Give it to those whom humanity calls 'heroes'. ”

Mastma got down on one knee and took it with both hands.

She shook Lovian's broken hands at the same time. The trembling stopped. The blind eyes felt helplessly at the touch, and so did Mastma.

But the corps commander finally, slowly, very slowly. Pulled out his hand. And then. Slowly removed the weapon behind his back and clenched it. Blood flowed down the metal handle, like the cry of the Scepter of Doom.

Step by step, Lovian walked away, and in a clear and odious spirit, he went on another path of destiny.

A momentum stopped him, and he felt a pair of wings hug him tightly, not just the wings, but the cold arms and the equally cold body.

The blue-purple cold embraced Lovian. But for the Blood Moon Zun, who has lost its temperature, this is the only warmth.

"Legion Commander!" her trembling voice shook his heart, which he meant no longer trembling. "I'll wait for you to come back, no matter what...... Where. ”

Absolute zero has fallen, the world has regained its silence, and the last dependence and concern have been ruthlessly torn apart again after the momentary existence.

He continued walking, towards the depths of the Temple of Time.

The scale armor flowing like glass with a brilliant crystal blue luster reflected the dark blue and crimson colors of the Temple of Time, as if the temple in front of them was about to be lost into another dimension.

And the truth will also be integrated into this bizarre dream with their plans.

The Agate Dragon King landed lightly on the shattered marble square in front of the main entrance of the Temple of Time, and the refraction lit up chaotically, and the beautiful agate color appeared in front of the eyes of the Time Knight, who was still abiding by his post.

But they only see it, and they don't have time to gather their strength.

The last image in their eyes was a figure that was light and beautiful to the extreme, long hair as bright as the sun, eyes as clear and deep as the sea, and the sky woven the perfect flowing cloak behind her. Her skin seemed to glow like the moon, obscuring the lightly held crossbow in her beautiful hands, and the sluggish knight of time thought of the god he worshipped when he saw this elf who was perfect beyond the mundane.

The ballista emitted a green glow filled with life, and then took their lives with them.

The movements of nearly a hundred Time Knights suddenly stiffened, and then they fell to the ground mechanically. At the center of their eyebrows, an inch-long golden-green arrow was gradually dissipating.

With the sound of crisp footsteps, the young elf king Mercedes slenderly waved his hand and pushed open the huge door in front of him with a hundred-meter-high relief of the statue of the Lord of Time.

With a wry smile, Fried appeared behind Mercedes.

"Lend me your power, my friend. He whispered to the huge Onyx Dragon King behind him.

The dragon's golden pupils condensed slightly, and in an instant, a stream of pure energy formed a brilliant halo in front of Fried, as if countless magical symbols swirled around it at an extremely fast speed. However, this cluster of magical light filled with dense energy could not attract the surrounding magical elements, only the slightly distorted space next to it was deformed, and through its pure white light, everyone could vaguely see that the broken Temple of Time had regained its grandeur and majesty.

"This is just a small ploy to fight Akayl, and most importantly, it needs you and Lumi's seal. This is our last chance, and the resources of our power can no longer create a second time-space warp seal scroll. ”

Avellier's deep voice rang out, as if a broken bell was ringing for the last time in his life.

The dark blue dragon wings with a wingspan of tens of meters are spread. There was a piercing cracking sound in the air, but it didn't trigger half of the air. Fried looked at the last of his contract partner's backs and watched the huge dragon body quickly move away. Finally, it turned into a dark blue point of light and disappeared into the sky.

Mercedes stared coldly, and as Fried walked up to her, she slowly raised her crossbow and looked inside the deep Temple of Time.

"Avlière...... Where did he go?"

"Demon Emperor. ”

Mercedes was silent, "Orca is there too." ”

"They're at the end of their power. Fried looked at the elven king's tall back, "We should concentrate and do what is in front of us." Our fate. It's no longer up to us to decide. ”

Mercedes didn't answer, and Fried, who was standing behind her, couldn't see the tears that spilled from the Elven King's beautiful eyes. Such a life-loving race wants to make them deep in this war age that most despises life - the world only needs her strength. Her beliefs. Who cares?

Mercedes shrunk his shoulders, as if the crossbow in his hand weighed tens of millions of pounds. But she didn't let go.

Fried sighed softly and walked over, trying to hug the young elf girl's slender shoulders.

But he was half a second late. The Elven King rushed forward abruptly. He raised the bright red crossbow in his hand, and the golden-green magic arrows swooped forward.

Fried stared blankly at the man, who, like everyone else, had been completely changed by the war.

He then heard the sound of arrows hitting the flesh with a "poof".

Fried and Mercedes looked at the demon girl not far away. Her joints were full of arrows, but none of them were fatal. But such pain is far more terrifying than death.

With his hand, Mastema slowly pulled out the arrow embedded in his shoulder, bringing up a puddle of flesh. Then the next one.

From beginning to end, her silent movements made these two strong men who had already experienced countless wars feel irrepressible palpitations and a faint sense of fear.

The last two arrows pulled out of her knee, and Mastema pulled out the falling frost. Stick it on the ground and support yourself so that you won't fall.

"Are you the deputy commander of the Third Army?"

Masterma nodded. Blood stained her body and the ground, but her expression was still remarkably calm and serene—not an expression that a young girl could show, but like an old man at the end of her life.

"Legion Commander, let me give it to you, the one you call the hero. ”

Mastma's voice was hoarse, and magic arrows pierced her throat. She held up a clean, unstained envelope with not a drop of blood.

Fried stepped forward and took it with both hands.

Spiritual power poured out like water, instantly introducing the information in it into the mind. Instantly, the letter vanished with the spiritual flame, and there was not half a piece of ash.

"Let's go. I've shared him with everyone. ”

"Why do you believe her?"

Fried and Mercedes had dodged into the depths of darkness, and when they looked back, they saw the back of the sculpture-like Mastma growing smaller and smaller.

The heroic leader, known to later generations as the dragon god, did not answer, leaving only a somewhat miserable smile.

Mastma stood silently, his eyes closed, waiting to complete the last order of the Legion Commander, though he never spoke.

She saw the long axe, shimmering with the delicate color of red jewels, rush into the Temple of Time with his master, pausing for a moment beside her dying body. The axe blade adjusted the dispatch several times, and it was Ai who was thinking about how to smash the beautiful sculpture into the most chaotic pieces.

But in the end, she didn't do that, and like Fried and Mercedes, she walked through another dark tunnel under the guidance of the shared map of the Temple of Time.

The darkness has reached refinement, and the dark corridors here have been stripped of all the elements. This is the absolute dead zone.

But because of Lovian's footsteps, death here is no longer absolute. With each step, the purple blood that flowed from Lovian's eyes dripped onto the obsidian floor, making a creepy ticking sound.

In the darkest front of the hallway, behind the most ornately decorated door, was the source of his vengeful blood.

He stepped forward, the Doomsday Scepter in his hand letting out a scream of excitement before drinking blood. The spirit shield of his left arm endlessly devoured the endless dark elemental here, and the overly strong dark elemental had begun to corrode his body from the inside out.

He stopped. A hoarse voice echoed in the empty hallway.

"Akayl, we're not friends, but we're not enemies either. Please get out of the way. ”

The Commander of the Seventh Army, Akayl Zuneka, appeared in front of the door of the Dark Mage's ashram. The snake-headed staff in his hand was making a dangerous sound. His face was still the same sinister smile, and his shallow voice echoed through the hallway.

"The moment you get here, we're eternal enemies. ”

"Akayl, get out of the way, don't force me to kill you. ”

"Haven't you abandoned what you had to leave behind as a Legionnaire? You know that when you step through that door, all you have to do is eternal sleep. ”

Lovian's wings spread, and darkness suddenly enveloped the space he was. Only his blind eyes and cheeks, with bright purple magic lines, shimmered with a strange light.

Akayl thrust his staff forward, and the crystal cobra came to life, hissing. Lean forward. The dark magic formed dozens of mysterious magic circles around him, and in the gurgling sound, one by one the magic began to be completed.

Lovian vanished into thin air, the next moment. He had already appeared in mid-air. Akayl was shocked. He had always thought that there was not much difference between his magic and that of the Legion Leader who practiced Essence Qi Arts, but with this simple look, he suddenly discovered the gap between himself and Lovian. He was a legion commander who galloped across the battlefield and was stained with countless blood, and he was just a magician with no strength and not much battle.

Hundreds of black balls of light rushed towards Lovian in mid-air. Lovian curled up in midair, and behind him, a vague and hideous demon head opened its bloody mouth.

"--Whoa-" A scream that exceeded the limits of hearing exploded violently with a wave of pale air. The surrounding walls shattered, and all of Akayil's dark elemental blasts were thrown away. With great difficulty, he was able to withstand Luo Wei'an's "Devil May Cry", a small essence technique that combined mental shock and physical attack.

Akayl had just opened his eyes, and Lovian's hideous face was almost on his nose, and the purple-black essence light on the Doomsday Scepter in his right hand shone brightly, and a dangerous aura of death enveloped Akayl. Akayl gritted the tip of his tongue and desperately used a teleport to widen the distance, but it also gave Lovian's Blood Moon Clan's legendary secret technique, the Blood Moon Slash, room to spread its power.

Arcaele was forced to overdraw his spirit once more, allowing himself to pan a meter through the chaotic air, allowing him to let go of the roaring dragon formed by the spirit of the Lovian Blood Moon Slash. As Akayl marveled at his escape, he saw a grim smile on the corner of the blood-stained Lovian's mouth.

Luo Wei'an's left hand essence qi shield swiped in front of him, and a calm spatial crack unfolded in front of the black dragon, instantly devouring his supreme blow.

Akayl was still puzzled, and then he was horrified to find that in front of him, another spatial crack appeared! The purple dragon's momentum did not diminish at all, and it pounced on him in the face!

Akayl's heart struck, and the snake's head staff was thrown forward, and the crystal serpent let out a piercing hiss, and then shattered with half of Akayl's staff. The sacrificial staff finally blocked Lovien's Blood Moon Slash, and Akayl didn't stop, shredding the teleportation scroll he had kept for a long time to save his life, and disappeared into the shattered corridor.

"You should be honored, Lord Commander of the Lovian! for the Lord will kill you himself!" Akayl's last roar echoed through the corridors. Lowe ignored it, his momentum still growing, and he walked to the deepest door.

There was absolute silence, and the ticking of purple blood was crashing against the smooth obsidian floor.

The frenzied Akayl turned his humiliation with such a gap between himself and Lovian into a raging rage, and angrily smashed into the slender demon girl in front of him.

Coughing up blood, Mastma picked up his frost again and again, confronting the enemy of his own Legion Commander in front of him. Even though the blazing dark flames would break a few of her bones and tear some of her wings apart each time, she rose again, and swooped forward despite knowing she was outnumbered by Akayl.

Her limbs and wings were broken, and she could no longer stand up, but she still endured the sharp pain of her broken bones and squirmed towards Akayl.

Akayle's face was cold, and he no longer had the sinister smile he once had. "Do you know why I didn't kill you yet?

As he spoke, a black scroll appeared in Akayl's hand. With a slight pinch, the scroll turned into a black circle of light, enveloping Mastma, who was powerless to resist.

Mastema, who was already dying and couldn't make a sound, jerked violently. A look of extreme pain contorted across her face, and the screams of pain quickly faded. Akayl sneered and watched the scene in front of him, his sick desires gradually being satisfied.

Mastma soon lost the last of her strength, and as the black circle of light fully integrated into her body, her youthful skin instantly became wrinkled and aged, and her purple hair grew rapidly, then gradually gray. The beautiful demon girl has become an old woman who is about to die almost in an instant!

In a few seconds, Mastema would be reduced to a mass of bones. Time Spell - This is the most terrifying form of time magic. It will make the victim experience the most intense pain at the same time, and at the same time, he will age and die in an instant, and in his own perception, this time will be very long. So that you can clearly appreciate every detail of the pain.

Akayl was preparing to watch Mastema turn into bones at its most pleasing time. A scroll on Mastema's chest suddenly lit up.

This was the reward that the Dark Mage had given to the Goddess of Exile of Lovien, and Mastema had not yet had time to hand it over to him.

Akail's expression instantly turned ugly, and he walked over quickly, looked at Mastma, who was gradually recovering, and kicked him hard.

"Scroll of Eternal Life!, how could such a thing be on her!" Akayl roared, how could he not be angry that the precious Time Spell Scroll had been wasted like this.

Then he said "huh". Returning to his original state, the unconscious Masterma began to flash a blue light. Then it gradually shrunk into a cat with wings.

Akayl, who didn't know what was going on, didn't care what Mastma had become. The unconscious kitten looks even more vulnerable. He didn't even want to use his magic to slam the broken staff directly at poor Mastma.

His staff paused for a moment before it fell.

In his spiritual perception, two strong soul fluctuations of pure white and dark blue appeared not far away. He recognized the two men instantly.

Luminos and the Phantom.

The hesitation at this moment had become stupid, he didn't think that he could stand up to these two top powerhouses of the Terran race, nor did he think that the hatred in their hearts would forgive such a dark mage's most trusted legion leader.

Then—let her live to feel the pain. Akayl looked at the dying kitten on the ground, turned and disappeared with the black light in the Temple of Time, which began to crumble.

The darkness began to fade, and the light poured in with difficulty.

The Dead Realm came to life, and the dark lattices were shattered by the elements of chaos. He could vaguely feel the aura approaching behind him—but the first man had to be him.

Outside the window, the chaotic magical energy intertwined into clusters of blinding lightning, and the piercing roar crashed into the shattered corridor, but Lovien could no longer hear it......

There was no one left worthy of his protection.

--I swore that I would protect my loved ones--

-- I used to believe that I could stand in front of my beloved one with my hands and wings --

-- But now, this qiē has been wiped out--

――Ashes are gone, no longer exists——

Hatred burns with icy flames, tormenting the young soul of Lovian. Mother, Damian, the 600,000 Blood Moon Brothers, and until a moment ago, he realized that he was in the beloved Mastma-

Countless pairs of eyes full of gratitude and trust stared at the young Blood Moon Venerable, but none of them were angry, regretful, and hateful.

He knew that in this life and in the next life, he would not be able to avoid such a gaze.

A bright red moonlight cut through the darkness and swept Lovian's blind eyes. He saw it, and it was a red that pierced the soul.

Today is the day of the Blood Moon Festival......

As he walked, the pattern on the door, which symbolized the end, became clear, and he stretched out his hand.

His trembling fingertips touched the door, his hatred screaming wildly, scorching his heart, which had no temperature.

He pressed gently-

- The door opened.

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"In the year 810 of the lunar calendar, the Terran luminous demon god Luminos completed and activated the dragon god Fred and the dragon emperor Afriel to complete the miraculous tenth-level magic, the space-time warp seal. And with the help of the White Wolf King Ai'an and the Strange Thief Phantom, he sealed the Black Mage into the realm of the goddess of the Temple of Time. The power of the Dark Mage escapes before it is sealed, and a curse is formed that seals the heroes at the same time. The space-time warp seal hub is transformed into nine Seal Stones, which merge with the five heroes or scatter around the world. The Dragon Emperor Afriel and the Demon Emperor Siwu died together. At this point, the First Patriotic War ended, and the living forces of the demons were also wiped out in the war. Osilia, having lost the enemy of unity, immediately fell into a struggle for new power and power, and the new turmoil lasted for more than 130 years, until the new Holy Emperor Shinas ascended the throne.

-- "Biography of Famous People of the Second Patriotic War" (to be continued......)