Screamers, fire demons, chariots of fire, ancient snakes and those strange creatures with squirming flying discs on their feet, like endless tides...
In the bath.
Kirill's brow twitched in his sleep.
In his dream, he seemed to be back half a year ago.
Returning to the painful time of exploring the realm of Liezhi with my adoptive father, Father Ilyich...
Unnatural light shines there day and night, and the embers of dead souls squeezed out of the physical universe burn eternally in the chaos.
There is a desperate hell, where the spirits of the wisest people are whipped and fooled. The weak fear monsters use all the cruelest ways that intelligent beings can imagine to humiliate these famous spirits in life, just to show their cruelty.
The god of wisdom offers a moment of joy.
Time and destiny there are twisting threads of change, on which every light in the spectrum and the energy between the two universes flow. They appear and disappear randomly, and suddenly split, merge, dissolve, and easily stir up in the entity.
The universe has a storm powerful enough to annihilate a galaxy.
There are devouring clouds, dreams, flowing intrigues, singers and living paintings.
There are also sages, emperors, heroes and demigods. They wear animal skins, golden armor, and clothes of various colors. Their charred corpses are bound in the blue ice for eternity and become the leaders of wisdom.
Cherish the collection.
In it, Kirill saw Nerva, the father of the Mad King Tanzan, the Lion-Hearted King who was killed by his own son. He saw the natural fairy Helen and her powerful lover, the immortal ancient dragon Ibo.
He saw the despised Nautius
He was once the brother of the Lion-Hearted King Gaius, but because of jealousy, he killed his brother with his own hands during the banquet of the demigods.
The sinner regretted his miserable life, and the conspiracy helped him usurp the crown and scepter, but it also caused him to fall into exile and become a plaything of the wise men.
Kirill also saw his grandfather.
The burly old man was crying, screaming, and cursing. The knowledge and mind that he was once proud of were completely destroyed in this endless torture, just like countless heroes and emperors.
In the blue ice, there is only a container full of pain...
Kirill tried to wake him up, but was stopped by his adoptive father Ilyich. The next moment, a giant blue-purple face suddenly appeared.
Its eyebrows are like mountains stretching to both poles, the huge teeth exposed between the opening and closing of its lips are more majestic than the highest glacier Kirill has ever seen, and the eyelids as dry as orange peels are stretched out layer by layer, which makes people feel like they are witnessing something up close.
A tsunami breaks out!
This is simply a moving planet!
The big demon with only a huge face stayed in place for a long time. It seemed to have noticed something abnormal, and it gasped in confusion, and sprayed out two huge tornadoes from its nostrils, causing turmoil that disturbed all spirits.
Those who have never faced the Chaos Demon directly can never imagine the feeling of oppression.
That is the deepest fear engraved in the genes of life forms in this universe!
The bloody and terrifying aura can cause the earth to collapse, the sky to shatter, and even the stars to tremble!
Kirill's mind went blank, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his pupils were blank. It wasn't until the demon left with nothing to gain that he slowly came back to his senses, painfully clenched his heart that was about to explode, and knelt down on the ground...
Millions of thoughts tortured him. During this time in the realm of wisdom, Kirill's mind had a million more selves. They repeated praises to the God of Wisdom in dry or grand tones, and expressed their gratitude to Kirill.
Revealing the greatness of chaos and the fate of the two universes finally merging into one.
Thinking has become the most painful thing——
His head and body literally melted like wax, turning into a puddle of flesh with only vital signs remaining.
His consciousness kept falling, falling into endless darkness.
Finally, Kirill was carried on the back of his adoptive father Ilyich.
While protecting Kirill, the old man continued to search for a way forward in the chaotic realm of intelligence. This old body seemed to be filled with unparalleled power, and even the corrupted whispers could not shake him in the slightest.
Occasionally, they will be discovered by wandering demons.
The helpless old man was forced to fight them and quickly killed the big demon. But soon, more and more chaotic creatures discovered them, and they fled endlessly, fought back, and continued to escape.
They finally arrived at their destination.
The lair of wisdom, the palace of the god of wisdom, the repository of all knowledge and lies in the universe——
Crystal Maze.
There are no words to describe its magnificence, not even the greatest painter in the universe can describe the scene at this moment.
It is even more chaotic than chaos. The crystal-like building materials reflect the intertwining dreams and nightmares. The long structure is changing itself every moment. The profound path within it connects the ever-changing world of chaos into one, and can even lead to
The realm of other dark gods, and the true passage to see the wisdom is always hidden behind deception and lies. Only the true wise and brave men can not be shaken by the whims of the God of Wisdom hidden in the crystal, and never change.
Amidst the changes, find the right exit.
Ilyich carried Kirill into the elusive crystal maze.
Every moving crystal there contains countless books, scrolls, and magic books. All knowledge of reality and chaos is within reach. As long as you stay a little longer and reach out, you can grasp the wisdom that the elders of the universe dream of.
.
But Ilyich didn't hesitate, he continued walking deeper.
Complex crystals formed sections of time and space, where time and space merged, split, destroyed, and regenerated in ways that humans could not imagine. In it, Ilyich saw his own birth, growth, and aging, the death of Lionheart, and human beings.
The collapse of the Confederacy, the fall of the Elders of the Universe, and the dark end of the physical universe.
The great demons of wisdom who chased them did not dare to desecrate the sanctuary of the God of Wisdom. These strange demons laughed loudly at Ilyich's folly outside the maze. Their cheerful laughter shook the chaotic world and made other dark gods
The big demon also cast a searching look at the Crystal Maze.
No life has ever left the Crystal Maze intact.
The natural fairy can't do it, the ancient dragon can't do it, the elder of the universe can't do it, the lion-hearted king Gaius can't do it, and even the mad king Tanzan who almost destroyed the physical universe can't do it!!!!
The Great Demon Liezhi was convinced of Ilyich's failure.
Even if the blood of glory flows in his body, it cannot save his destined fate, and they also hope that when Ilych walks out of the Crystal Palace again, they will have another powerful partner, and the great Saint Liji will once again have a
The fallen nobleman of glory.
But.
Ilyich succeeded.
When Kirill wakes up from the darkness.
He found that he was lying under a huge crystal...
Surrounded by countless chaotic and topsy-turvy time and spaces, they are magnificent and brilliant, but without exception, they all show the ending of destruction, as if they are some kind of destined death.
He stood up, and in the crystal in front of him was a three-meter-tall male snake man holding a thick wooden spear... He was tall and tall, and except for wearing a cross helmet with a golden sun on top, he no longer wore armor.
The brilliant tattoos on the arms and back make this body full of primitive wildness.
Kirill looked at the strange alien snake-man in front of him in astonishment. He only felt some inexplicable powerful force surging in his body. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but with this movement, the snake-man in the crystal shriveled up and withered in an instant, leaving only
A handful of black ash.
He turned around in panic and saw his adoptive father Ilyich smiling happily in the distance.
Kirill wanted to run over and get closer to him, but the old man shook his head to stop him.
At this time, Kirill discovered that almost all of the old man's limbs were broken, and the originally golden blood of glory had emitted the stench of death and fell to the ground, forming black crystals.
"Well, you put all your hopes on him, right?"
An ever-changing voice spoke with great interest: "With a snake-man regent who only possesses ten seals? Do you think that by helping this child steal the fate of the snake-man hero, he can restore the final outcome? Even the ancient
The fate that the race and countless demigods must succumb to? What can he, a child? What can he do? Ilyich Devonsil, Devonsil who controls the scepter of destiny, your foolish actions make me, the omniscient, laugh! I
He is the weaver of destiny, and all resistance and distortion will eventually return to the right track. Everything that spirit has worked hard for you will turn into an illusory bubble like Him before the end comes and before you wake up.
"
"It's just to add some chips to mankind. The noble Demon King of Changes, with my current power, the only thing I can do is chips."
Ilyich responded to the ever-changing voice.
"Hmph, then do as you wish, stupid idiot! I will let the child who stole the snake man's destiny return to the physical universe, and let this child work hard for the rest of his life, using his negligible power to please me, and as for you
——”
Countless chaotic time and space suddenly exploded, all the beauty was darkened, and the universe died at Kirill's feet.
At the end of being expelled by Li Zhi, Kirill saw an ancient fortress rising and falling from the original color of nothingness in the deepest part of the crystal labyrinth. The arrogant God of Wisdom spoke in a tone that mobilized the stars:
"Will be my pet and new scribe."
The world fell with him.
Kirill reached out to his adoptive father in despair and shouted loudly with tears in his eyes, but the old man in the darkness did not respond. He just shook his head silently and moved his lips slightly.
"Take care of those children..."
Although he couldn't make a sound, Kirill could understand his mouth movements.
The old man never told him that they entered the realm of Liezhi to help themselves seize the fate of a snake hero.
Kirill always thought this was a great adventure. He was helping his adoptive father and helping him find the holy remains of the King of Tanzania...
It was really painful... The nerves in his brain were so painful that they were on fire, and the overwhelming despair was about to swallow him up.
The sorrow in his heart and the severe pain in his body combined to crush him. He lost his father again and was alone in this world again.
He lost his father and the most important person in his life, and this time, no one would hold his hand and pick him up like a wild dog back to the Ilyich Orphanage...
The severe pain caused Kirill's whole body to twitch in his sleep.
He opened his eyes suddenly, and his heart beat violently in his chest, like the drums of an army.
Kirill looked around uneasily, breathing rapidly and sweating profusely.
The huge bathhouse seemed empty except for him.
The boiling steam rises from the water, wrapping the light in the center of the bath, and the warm yellow color scatters in bunches like tassels.
Kirill watched all this in silence. After a long time, he slowly loosened his blue fingers and sat back in the pool.
Yes.
It's over...
It has been more than half a year since he and his adoptive father explored the Liezhi realm.
He is now at the Humane Society base in Qumlan City, where he has just finished testing the demon Ujamasin. This is one of the strongest barriers in the physical universe, with ample food and protection.
There is no death and no corruption...
In the thick steam, Kirill slowly relaxed his body, and the violent heartbeat in his chest calmed down little by little.
"Are you awake, Kirill?"
A voice suddenly came from the end of the bathroom.
Kirill turned his head in shock and saw Contreira, a tall and thin man holding a cigarette in his mouth, raising his head and blowing out a long puff of soft white mist.
"When did you come?" Kirill frowned.
He had already condensed six engravings, and even a flapping of the wings of a bee ten kilometers away could not be hidden from his ears. However, this tall and thin man was sitting on the chair openly like this, smoking a cigarette, but it did not disturb him at all.
Extraordinary senses, almost like a ghost or ghost.
"It's been a long time, probably since you started dreaming, right?"
Contrera exhaled another puff of smoke: "It seems that the shadow Li Zhi left on you is really not light. After all this time, do you still dream about that scene?"
"However, I can't blame you. Who can pretend to be calm in front of the dark gods? They are the nightmare of this universe." He took off the cigar from his mouth and flicked it, sparks sparkling in the steam.
Drawing a brief flash of bright red: "Come up."
"What?"
"Wipe it off and put on your clothes. I'll wait for you in the conference room upstairs." Contrera threw the towel towards Kirill: "I am not the perverted Minerva of Blanc City. I have no relationship with you."
A special fetish for chatting with a naked muscular man.”
Kirill caught the towel and said nothing.
Researchers wearing white lab coats passed by in groups. In this vast holding base, they were like some kind of hard-working worker ants, densely packed and everywhere.
After verifying the irises and password, the two powerful exoskeleton warriors opened the door behind them.
Kirill looked at the phase swords they held for a few seconds. This powerful melee weapon can penetrate almost any material defense and cut any object, energy shield, armor, magic field, even the powerful body of the Ascendant.
, will also be harmed by this sword-like technological weapon.
Phase swords are precious heritage of ancient races, and to this day, humans do not have the ability to mass-produce these highly advanced weapons.
"Come in, Kirill."
Contrera spoke from behind the door.
Kirill opened the door. Contreira, the head of the Quinlan City base, was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace. His robotic arm held an envelope, and the huge crystal chandelier above his head illuminated his pale and thin face.
.
"What do the glorious nobles need from me?"
The door closed after he entered, and Kirill sat opposite Contrera, expressionless.
"To protect a child, of course, don't worry about this first."
Contrera gently put the envelope aside:
"I want to know, during this period of time, has your father Ilyich not contacted you again?"
Kirill's expression paused and he shook his head.
"As far as I know, if you want to become the Secretary of Chaos, you need to pass countless tests. All the great demons will challenge him out of jealousy. These beasts who are good at weaving conspiracies will use tricks to torture his mind. They will serve this person
The position beside Lie Zhi is regarded as the highest honor."
Contrela’s voice was cold:
"So, the moment Ilyich was selected by Liezhi, he had only two endings. One was to die in the challenge of the great demon of Liezhi and be replaced as secretary, and the other -"
"The other is that he defeated all the great demons and degenerated into the scribe of Liezhi, right?"
Kirill's voice was equally cold.
"You think my father is corrupt? He is still alive! And he is alive as a human being! You are insulting an honorable noble!"
"No one can resist the fate of an evil god himself, not even Nautius, not even Ilyich!"
The eyes of both people were extremely cold, with compelling murderous intent.
"In fact, two months ago, during the riot that occurred at the Blanc City base due to the containment failure, Dr. Minerva received Ilyich's message from Chaos!" Contrera sneered: "That damn thing
The bastard wants to hide the existence of this conversation from the Council of Twenty-Eight, but it’s a pity that his research assistant Lotte is one of ours!”
Kirill stood up suddenly.
"We can't tell whether Ilyich is still loyal to humans. Kirill, I just want to tell you not to follow your past emotions too blindly, even if he helped you seize the fate of the Snake Regent." Contrera looked at it.
Daylight outside the window:
"Even if he died for you."
Kirill's fingers slowly curled up and he made a fist. His joints made a sound like thunder. Finally, in the long silence, he loosened his fist dejectedly.
"What do you want from me?" he said.
"If Ilyich contacts you, you must notify me as soon as possible. Remember, there are no exceptions!"
Contrera stood side by side with him: "You have taken away the destiny of the original snake-man regent, Kirill, you will replace the glory that the alien race once had, and you will condense the tenth seal - the Crow of Return!
"
"You are destined to fight side by side with the noble Lionheart King! Your destiny is to conquer the stars, and you are destined to be a hero of mankind!"
"Don't be bound by fearless emotions, Kirill." Contrera looked into his eyes: "For the great cause of mankind, everyone's life can be currency. In order to make you a hero, I will do it for you."
Eliminate any possible threats, even if you don't understand, even if you will kill me, this is inevitable!"
Kirill closed his eyes and tried to control the anger and mania in his heart. An indescribable rage swept over him, and he wanted to tear everything apart and destroy everything.
But thinking of his adoptive father's last instructions, he still barely restrained himself.
"Who do I need to protect?" he said.
"In half a month, a group of new recruits will go there for actual combat training at 3180 (Forest of Hatred of Flesh) in the western suburbs of Blanc City." Contrera saw his rage, but didn't take it seriously:
"I want you to personally serve as the military instructor for this operation to protect a new recruit."
"Me? Military instructor?"
"She is the descendant of Heinrich of the Rongguang family. The nobles ask you to protect her safety at all costs." Contrera said.
"Oh, oh, I remember, Charlotte Heinrich? Is that her?"
Kirill suddenly couldn't help but sneer. His calm tone was full of sarcasm:
"As far as I know, she is not the last descendant of the Heinrich family. She also has two brothers! Friedrich Heinrich and Ashur Heinrich!"
"Wrong, Kirill, she has no brother."
Contrera responded mildly:
"Those two people are Frederick Attenborough and Assyria Adenborough. One of them is a shameful traitor, and the other is a poor child who cannot walk."
"Forget it for Frederick, but what about Assyria? What did he do wrong? If those nobles were willing to share their love for Charlotte Heinrich a little bit, Assyria wouldn't still be living with his father.
In the welfare home.”
"No one can ignore the Mad King's curse, Kirill, let's put this issue to rest."
Contrera made a pause gesture: "I know your adoptive father likes Assyria very much, but this is not a reason to argue. Next, you just need to complete the task."
He handed the envelope on the sofa to Kirill:
"This is Sir Brando's special greeting to you. He hopes that you can do your best to protect Miss Heinrich's safety."
Kirill took the envelope and walked straight to the door without looking at it.
"By the way." Contrera called him from behind: "The location of this mission is in Blanc City. Perhaps, after it is over, you can go to the Ilic Welfare Home to see those children?"
Contrera narrowed his eyes: "You have never met them, haven't you? They are Ilyich's favorite children. In a sense, you are their brother, right?"
"I will."
Kirill heard the hidden threat inside, and he tightened his grip on the envelope.
"I will do my best to protect Heinrich."
"Whatever it takes?"
"That's good, Kirill, you know, this is the test of the glorious nobles." Contrera showed a real smile. In this smile, Kirill truly felt the man's relief and relaxation:
"You are destined to become a hero of mankind. I don't want unnecessary infighting and strife to destroy your future. Before that, I will do my best to protect you. Please, trust me."
Kirill waved silently and walked out of the conference room. His eyes once again stayed on the phase sword for a few seconds, then glanced away vaguely.
Inside the door.
The flames of the fireplace suddenly condensed into the face of an old man, with clear beard and hair.
"Sir Brando."
Contrera bowed slightly to him.
"Can Kirill be trusted?" Sir Brando asked.
"He is just a little confused." Contrera quickly explained: "Sir, I can guarantee that he is absolutely loyal to mankind!"
"Loyalty is not absolute, it is absolutely disloyal!"
Brando's voice was as majestic as a lion: "Ilyich was so hasty! He hid it from us! He lived up to his surname! We didn't know that his power was so powerful that he could even usurp destiny directly from frozen history! If I had known this,
, young children should be allowed to inherit everything in Gati! Not this Kirill!"
Snake Regent——Jati.
The ruler of this powerful foreign country has supreme divine power. In history, the snake-man country under his rule has had more than one tragic war with the human confederacy.
But in the end, this powerful snake-man was killed by the Lion-Hearted King Gaius and died seven hundred years ago. His army of snake-men was also destroyed by Gaius, who was in great power at the time.
Gaius used his great spiritual power to detonate all the stars in the thirteen star systems of the Snake Man. The violent brilliance annihilated all nearby celestial bodies and ended this alien civilization.
But even if it ends in failure, no one can deny Tiga's power.
During the battle, he stabbed Gaius' arm with a spear, leaving a wound on the body of the Lion-Hearted King. This feat shocked all order civilizations, and even the elders of the universe were amazed by Tiga's power.
.
But half a year ago, Ilyich usurped Tiga's fate in the realm of wisdom.
History has changed accordingly...
According to the original time trajectory, Tiga would rescue the Snake Princess who fled due to a palace rebellion on a rainy night, fall in love with her, and become her secret lover.
This was the beginning of his contact with the power of the Ascendants, and the starting point for him to become the Snake Regent.
But under the influence of Ilych's power, on that rainy night, Tiga did not curiously open the door because of the killing cry. He fell into a deep sleep, and even the earth-shaking magic thunder failed to wake him up.
In the end, the Snake Princess was tragically humiliated and died, and the palace coup succeeded in an unexpected way.
Twenty-three years later, Tiga was about to die due to heart failure.
This snake farmer, who had been humble all his life, finally showed an expression of disbelief before his death.
He looked at the leaky and broken roof and his ugly wife who was hugging him and crying. He raised his shaky hands with trembling hands and let out the first and last roar of despair to the universe:
"Ilyich!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
His roar evaporated the oceans, shattered the sky, and instantly wiped out all life in this snake-man star system. Even a light-year away, Tiga's desperate and unwilling echo could be heard.
On a deserted planet, the Lion-Hearted King Gaius, who successfully sheltered the warlock, was thoughtful, and then suddenly laughed loudly.
"Well done! Devonshire boy!"
This scene.
No one could understand it at the time...
History has quietly reached another turning point.
The war between the snake people and humans did not happen, and their civilization survived as a result, and Gaius's arm did not have the wounds left by Tiga.
It is precisely because he knows the horror of Tiga.
The glorious nobles have never been wary of Kirill, who usurped Tiga's destiny...
If Kirill falls, in this era without Gaius, he will become a more terrifying storm than Tiga! He destroys everything!
The other side.
Kirill sat silently in the restaurant in the lounge area. He declined the fried carrots and juice offered by the robot waiter, and sat alone in the corner of the restaurant, looking at the photos in his hands in a daze.
It was an old photo that had turned slightly yellow.
In a neat old house, a group of children stood in front of the iron door rusted red by the rain, looking curiously in the direction of the photographer. An old man with gray hair squatted half-crouched in the middle of the children, holding a missing tooth wearing an animal ear hair ornament with his left hand
The little girl put her right hand on the head of a half-year-old boy with a sinister face, and was stroking his golden curly hair with a smile.
The boy was sitting in a wheelchair, obviously unable to move. His body was so frighteningly thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him away.
"Anton, Eugene, Mia, Lucas, Arnold, Gabriel..."
Kirill's eyes passed over the children's faces line by line, and finally stopped on the child with a sinister face who had his head rubbed:
"And Assyria, Assyria Adenpolo... you should all have a distinguished surname..."
"Father is no longer here. From now on, it is my turn to take care of you."
He gently put the photo back into his pocket and smiled: "Guys, I think you are all good kids. We will all get along well, right?"
And on the other side of the distant city of Blanc.
Bai Shu forcefully put a ball of black mud on Lund's face. Almost instantly, the black mud covered his body. The originally thin young mage held his face in his hands and looked at the mirror dully.
In the mirror, he has suddenly transformed into a standard beauty. His high nose bridge, rosy red lips, and the beautiful tear mole under the corner of his eye all give him an infinitely charming temperament.
"Is this a biochemical reproductive suit? It's an eye-opener... But there's no need to be so detailed..."
Lund looked numb at the hazy black ultra-thin socks on his calves and the purple high-heeled shoes with straps.
"Can you even change your gender? That's amazing!!!!"
Reilly looked at the ravine on Lund's chest and swallowed his saliva.
"Isn't this a demonstration? How can you call it a demonstration if you don't go into detail? Rayleigh, your expression is too wet... If you swallow your saliva at Lund again, I will transform you and let your good brothers live with you.
One room!”
Baizhu, who transformed into a bald man, felt very cold.
He slowly stood up from the wheelchair, and the implant connected to his nervous system replaced his legs to exert force, allowing him to stand steadily like a normal person.
"not bad."
Baizhu tried a few more running and jumping movements and nodded, while Lunde also transformed himself into a middle-aged man. He touched the real Mediterranean Sea and was equally satisfied.
"Everything is ready now, there is only one chance left."
Bai Shu gave a thumbs up: "When we enter the Forest of Hatred of Flesh, let's all work together to destroy Chaos' mother! When I become the talker, I will give you a planet to play with, and let everyone become the planetary governor!"
"Oh oh oh!! Fuck Mother Chaos!!!"
Rayleigh and his group started making noises and were excited, like monkeys who had grabbed a banana...
that's all.
Until half a month later.
When Kirill, who was carrying the double-headed eagle warhammer, led the recruits through the magic lock and entered the Forest of Hatred Flesh, the man suddenly frowned.
Just now, he sensed changes in the Chaos Puzzle.
Someone used a teleportation spell to sneak into the Forest of Flesh while the lock was unlocked.
"What's going on?"
He said to the person in charge on the other end of the headset: "An unauthorized mage has also sneaked in. Do you know his identity?"
"They disappeared too quickly."
The person in charge of the headset was sweating profusely. He looked at the picture on the surveillance screen with a look of disbelief on his face: "Sir Kirill, they were teleported directly into a lake. Before our camera could record it, it was dripped by water.
It was shattered. Now, the stationed mages speculate that they have been teleported deeper into the Forest of Flesh... There, the instruments are affected by the Dark Mother Tree, making it difficult to monitor the specific picture."
"You are really a magic genius who can teleport so far. Why do people like this have to enter the association's trial site for the murder blade?"
Kirill shook his head.
He knew very well that the reason why the Forest of Flesh was raised to sequence three was because of the prophecy about the murder blade Gardel.
The Dark Mother Tree and the corrupted creatures it gave birth to can only provide some cheap sublimation materials at best, and are not worthy of such a high-level containment sequence.
"Forget it, I'll deal with them for you." Kirill turned off the headset: "Don't send anyone in to disturb the newcomers' training."
"Lord Kirill, are there any outsiders invading?"
Beside him, a group of newcomers were commotion, with faint excitement on their faces.
"It's not an invasion. This forest of flesh and blood has no value of being invaded." Kirill continued to walk forward.
"Well, that's just a ridiculous prophecy, child. If Gardel was really lost in the Lela Mountains, it would have been destroyed by the Lionheart Kings of the past generations, and the Chosen Gods of Chaos would not let it go and let it continue to sleep.
."
Kirill looked at this group of young faces. The faces of the boys and girls still had childishness and a beautiful longing for the future. They had not experienced pain and had not been baptized by the war of blood and fire.
Before it was too late, I despaired of the dark fate of this universe.
So good.
Kirill sighed inwardly.
"I guess those outsiders are either tourists who want to come here to witness the legend of Gardel with their own eyes, or they are just a group of petty thieves..."
Kirill made a little joke: "You know, the core of the mother tree can be sold at a price on the black market. It may be a group of wild species that have naturally awakened. They want to come here to gather the materials needed for the next advancement.
"
The newlyweds were all laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of them."
Kirill weighed the heavy war hammer and said with relief: "I guarantee that they will never interfere with your actual combat training."
"No, Lord Kirill."
A clear voice from the crowd responded to him.
She wore the same combat uniform as everyone else, and had beautiful long golden hair, neatly pinned back with a butterfly-shaped emerald hairpin.
The girl obviously has not grown up to the age that can be called a girl. She is petite, somewhere between a child and a girl, but at this time, she has already revealed her breathtaking beauty, with that plain white face.
The small porcelain face exudes peerless brilliance and grace, making people dare not look at her.
She was born and raised in a greenhouse, and was carefully cared for by horticulturists. Every move she made was delicate and pitiful.
"Miss Charlotte Heinrich." Kirill nodded lightly.
Not only Assyria, but also Frederick...
The brothers and sisters of the Heinrich family really inherited the beauty passed down from their ancestors.
He thought to himself.
"Lord Kirill, please let me come and give me the power to deal with those outsiders."
Although the girl with stunning beauty has a soft and melodious voice, her eyes are sharp and cold, like a cat that has found its prey:
"I promise that they will get the ending they deserve, in the name of Heinrich."
