Under the deepest night sky, ashes are flying all over the sky.

The people previously controlled by Giza slowly woke up from the ground.

Some people regained control of their bodies, hugged each other and cried bitterly in the panic of the rest of their lives.

But more people's bodies have been greatly deformed by the transformation of the blood magic master. After regaining their perception and control, they died miserably against the background of flying ashes in the sky.

"I am Nikolai from the White Blade Guards, don't panic!"

A man with a pale face, covered in blood, and holding a strange blade walked through the crowd.

He mercilessly pushed away an old man who was questioning the people around him frantically, and strode forward.

"Everyone, stay where you are and don't move! Someone will be sent from above!"

"In the name of the king!"

The fame of the Fallen Star shocked the poor people in the shield area, and many people became quiet in hesitation.

There were also a few more "stubborn" people, and Nicolai had to use his blade to convince them.

Nicolai panted and walked to a ruins, and pulled out a thick arm from under a collapsed sign.

"I thought you were dead," said the Faller, struggling to move the injured person. "Did the disaster let you go?"

The owner of the thick arms - the lame former heavy sword infantryman Griveau, who was dying, pushed away the dirt, rocks and ashes on his body, and climbed out from under the collapsed signboard with the help of Nicolai's strength.

"No," Grivet coughed harshly. He hung his body around Nicolai's neck with great difficulty, and raised his hand to tap his bleeding forehead.

"The man with the child..."

The veteran frowned with a solemn expression.

"It was he who let me go - when I was controlled by that monster."

Nicolai was slightly startled.

"Man? Taking care of a child?" The Fallen Starman helped Grivet stand up, with doubts in his eyes: "Can he move freely in front of that disaster - does he have legendary anti-magic weapons?"

Grivet staggered a step and shook his head: "I don't know, maybe."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes and spoke directly: "Where are the others?"

"It was there a few minutes ago," Grievor chewed his salty mouth, spit out a bloody tooth, and said roughly: "Damn it, that guy withstood the attacks of me and those monsters...

"

Nicolai pushed aside a wooden board: "Is he very powerful?"

"sharp?"

"No," Grewal paused, fear and solemnity flashed in his eyes:

"He's scary."

Nicolai's eyes shone brightly, and he stuffed the Soul-Destroying Blade into the scabbard: "So, it was that guy who solved the disaster?"

"I don't know..." Grewal shook his head with a gloomy expression:

"Maybe."

At this moment, Nicolai stopped.

"What's wrong?" Grieve said impatiently: "Hey, you are still supporting the wounded!"

"You know," Nicolai looked at the ashes in the distance with a solemn face: "The Blood Disaster is so weird."

"So?" Grewal sneered: "He has been killed, hasn't he?"

Nicolai shook his head and focused his eyes on the hydra tentacles lying on the ground in the darkness: "This suddenly reminded me..."

"In "Book of Legends", about the hero Nekaru..."

"Another account of the fight against the Bloodscourge and the hydra Killika..."

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Thales gasped blankly, and a few pieces of black ashes gently touched his face, and they all shattered.

finished.

He raised his head and looked at the ash in the sky and the ruins around him.

Thales did not recognize this place. He had been taken too far while running away from Giza.

But he could still see the body lying on the street - a gray-haired old man lying at his feet. Before he died, he tried his best to reach out his hand, as if to touch the hope of survival.

Thales moved his ears and felt something.

He turned around and was startled.

The intact Asheida stood behind him, as graceful as ever in the ashes that filled the sky.

The Qi Magician looked at the Purifying Edge in Thales' hand with a complicated expression.

Thales took a breath and calmed down: "Can you make a noise next time? Or send an invitation first?"

Asheida didn't speak, but just turned her gaze to his face.

"Also," Thales sighed, pouting around and asking, "Are you late?"

Aixida raised her head and looked at the flying ashes, with subtle emotions in her eyes.

"Come out of the ground..." The magician spoke slowly, his expression unchanged: "It takes time."

Thales sneered.

After experiencing the battle with Giza, especially after hearing Black Sword's words, he seemed to have suddenly enlightened.

The fear and fear that he had tried so hard to suppress when facing the Qi Demon Master in the past, but still hidden deep in his heart, began to slowly melt away.

Magician?

Compared with Giza, the opponent in front of him was just a slightly stronger opponent.

"By the way, Mr. Sacon," Thales said softly, calling Asheida's surname, "I have thought about the magician..."

The magician raised his eyebrows slightly.

He raised his eyes and looked at Asheida resolutely and decisively.

"I'm not ready yet," Thales stared at the magician's intimidating gaze and spoke word by word with clear enunciation and clear pronunciation: "This is my answer."

"It's also my choice."

Asheida's handsome face remained motionless.

They stared at each other in silence.

After a long while, the magician closed his eyes and sighed.

"but……"

Thales spoke again.

"I am not prepared to reject you, nor am I opposed to becoming..." Under Asheida's strange gaze, Tails spoke calmly: "It's just that I need time to learn, understand, and acquire everything about the magician.

, and perhaps all things magical - and this needs your help.”

Perhaps, there is also the truth about the Year of Blood.

A pair of Aixida's eyes flashed with a strange blue light.

"Besides, you must know your current situation," Thales turned his head and looked at the corpses and ruins all over the street: "It is not without reason that this world hates magicians - even if you do it to protect me.

"

At that moment, Thales felt so depressed that he could hardly breathe.

So many lives...

All because...

He took a deep breath, eliminated the emotions in his mind, and tried his best not to think about the fact that in front of him was an executioner who killed without blinking an eye.

"Perhaps I can help you. As a prince," Thales straightened out his thoughts and said slowly, "As the future King of the Stars."

Aixida raised her chin slightly, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a strange look flashed in her eyes: "What do you mean..."

"After knowing the cause and effect, maybe I can find a way for you, a way out where you can stand safely, the world is stable, and both sides live in peace," Thales raised the Purifying Edge intentionally or unintentionally, and said decisively: "

The magician cannot continue like this."

Among the black ashes floating in the wind, Aixida looked at the small red sword in his hand with fear in her eyes.

"If I really will inevitably become a magician, then it is even more necessary for me to do this for myself," Thales nodded:

"And a human king with power and an army will undoubtedly be more helpful than a powerful and unfettered disaster."

This time, Aixida was silent for a particularly long time.

Thales waited patiently for his answer.

For a moment or two, the second prince swore that on Asheida's face, he saw a flow of emotions that had not been common in the past.

Remembering and grieving?

Thales had only seen this kind of expression on Asheida's face when he was explaining the magic tower.

"Many people have had the same idea - magicians and other races can coexist peacefully and even help each other," finally, Aixida spoke slowly, as if there was a sadness hidden in her tone that he did not want to face:

"Whether it's a magician, a human, or even an elf, there are countless similar efforts and attempts."

"They all failed."

Aixida said softly.
To be continued...