The distance described by humans was like a joke to Fagutar. In just one day, he found the city-state where the girl was.
Every time he appears, he will bring unspeakable fear to the local creatures. The seventh-level dragon is already at the top of the era. If Sayer and Vanessa are not considered, no race can stop him.
This time was no exception. He had a panoramic view of the crowds running around in fear, ignoring the warriors and magicians who mustered up the courage to take out their weapons and still stepped towards him despite the two-pronged battle. He let their bows and arrows fly.
, the spell fell on the body that seemed to be carrying Qun Sen.
His vision seemed to travel through time and space. Fagutar said that he only painted for a while among the crowds of people running like ants before he saw the motionless figure that looked like a stone, standing in the tide.
The girl became a girl, and the girl became a woman again. Her hair was now gray, but fortunately her eyes were still bright. The moment their eyes met, Fagutar recognized her, and even heard her voice again.
The song that echoed in the woods forty years ago rang out.
The sixth level magic [Tranquility] is activated.
Fagutar plunged the city into silence, except for her. He listened attentively, wondering what she would say.
"Just woke up?"
Spanning forty years, she smiled and found the most perfect excuse for Fagutar's tardiness. Maybe she was waiting for the moment when he appeared but was still missing, and every day during these long forty years ago.
This is how she excused Fagutar every time she recalled the past.
"As those of us who are most adaptable to magic, we are born to be extremely indifferent to love and love. It seems that it is a curse placed by the world on us who are powerful... But at that moment, I felt the pain in my soul." Fagutar slowly said.
I closed my eyes and seemed to be remembering something.
"I no longer make excuses. As a dragon, I found that I did make the wrong choice. I should have appeared that day..."
"I told her that I was hesitant and unwilling to admit that I was attached to her. This was the arrogance brought about by strength, and this arrogance ultimately brought me a long period of torture."
The girl's life has not been good for forty years, and her father's statement that he would find a home for her is actually a ridiculous statement.
At the end of Melias, the city-states' exploitation of the lower class people had reached a crazy level. Just like the major city-states on the Solon border now privately set taxes and opened up new ways to "get rich", the major lords completely turned their generals into slaves.
Driven by fanatical impulses, the major lords spent the entire late Melias period exploiting their people like an arms race.
Melias, who still firmly believes that he is at his peak, is no longer the giant owl that only spread his wings to protect the human race, but an evil beast that lies on the bodies of countless races and sucks blood.
While Fagutar was hesitating, the girl's village suffered from drought. For him, the weather was just a little dry, but for ordinary people, it was a nightmare.
The girl's family could no longer pay taxes and grain, so in order to prevent her from becoming a slave, they had to find a husband who lived in the city-state.
Although she wanted to refuse, she had to agree for the chance of "redeeming their normal identity" as her family called it. Although she had other ideas, at that time, the choice did not belong to them.
As Melias's corruption intensified, the weak but too-big-to-fail Giant Owl began to suffer from internal strife, which ultimately placed a heavier burden on more people who thought they could rest easy just by living in the city-state.
On the body.
As a dutiful wife, her husband died in the military draft, her children died of plague, natural disasters, and man-made disasters were rampant. She was finally left alone, and redeeming her family became a sad thought.
Fagutar went crazy for the first time. The majestic magic power was like a volcano erupting, and the fiery breath poured out of his body, but he heard her singing with a voice that was no longer clear and weathered. She was no longer a girl.
The songs from that time came up.
The anger that could destroy the city-state did not subside, so Fagutar picked her up and stayed with her silently for the next thirty years, witnessing her growing old little by little and then returning to the earth.
In the last days of her life, she did not resent anyone, but lamented that life was always so difficult and her fate was unpredictable.
"Why didn't she ask for your help?" Sayer asked.
"She doesn't know about the dragon or its rank. She only knows that...the dragon's anger is enough to destroy the world. In the songs passed down by mouth, our activities are always accompanied by destruction, flames, and killings, no matter what.
Whether they are third-rate bards or first-rate bards, our impressions in their stories are all the same. They are used to labeling us with easy-to-understand labels, so...she was afraid that I would misunderstand her request, which would lead to many deaths.
People." Fagutar said, "Innocent people..."
Sayer finally knew why Fagutar warned him and Vanessa when they first met.
They all met the gentlest soul who could change them, and all Fagutar could do was to end it all in advance when the torture came to Vanessa.
This is a suffocating curse.
Fagutar buried the girl in the woods on his back, but the curse did not stop because of her death. For a long time, Fagutar would always feel inexplicable grief and severe pain when he looked at the human villages in the distance.
He always has the desire to destroy everything, but that kind soul always curbs his madness in the end.
He began not to remember and chose to fall asleep. In his dream, he could correct his wrong choices countless times, do whatever he wanted, and listen to her endless talk.
"I want to try, help me."
As Sayer expressed his idea, Fagutar's dragon head was raised high, and its golden vertical pupils were like slits, as if it could suck the human spirit into it.
Accompanied by the sound of falling sand and stones, Fagutar asked tremblingly: "Do you know what you are doing?"
Sayer said: "It is very clear... I am willing to give everything for her, because she deserves to live more than me... As long as she lives, there will be a slight possibility of change in this world, even if... only a little bit."
Fagutar did not try to persuade him anymore. He seemed to see a shadow of himself in Sayer. He found information about several magic waves in his complicated memory, as well as his subjective feelings.
Sayer took out a scroll and said, "Here are some of my magic tricks. As knowledge... I give them to you. Please help me with one more thing."
"If...if my dye and the puppet are all out of control, please...stop them."
The scroll was blown back by Fagutar, and he said to Sayer, who was planning to continue to add more money: "My friend, trading is a blasphemy against me."
Fagutar's voice became softer: "I believe in you, you will complete it...Unlike me who can't make changes, Vanessa may come back to you. If she can witness such a miracle, she will also
Will you be happy?"
One person and one dragon reached a silent promise.
Fagutar disappeared into the clouds and mist again, and Sayer set out on his way home.
The data is ready, all you need to do is adjust the puppet's sensitivity to magic, and you're done.
Sayer could feel that his magic power was dissipating uncontrollably, and he solved his heart disease by changing his heart, but he was unable to solve other problems caused by his aging body.
Feeling that he was about to die soon, Sayer did not go to the surrounding continents, but collected the materials needed for the last step in Mela. His rank dropped to eighth level, which made him speed up his actions. He remained anonymous and disguised.
He purchased the three most critical materials for making dolls through barter. After packing everything, he returned to the island as he was approaching the seventh level.
The signal that life is approaching the end is getting stronger and stronger, and he is only one step away. Now he only needs to extract the essence of the materials and use them in a condensed way to exert super-standard effects, and he is done.
If everything goes well...
The remote island welcomed uninvited guests. This area, which had never been reclaimed by any clan, was originally unable to be observed in detail because of Sayer's magic circle. However, after his rank fell, Sayer could no longer maintain an overly large area.
The magic circle is running, and he doesn't know when it will start. This is already a heavy burden for him.
The wonderful magical atmosphere on the island attracted the attention of the sea monster, but the sea monster stayed away.
Immediately afterwards, Ling also noticed this place. The dangerous aura did not make them retreat, but instead strengthened the idea that "there is a strange treasure on the isolated island".
Five races, including dragons, spirits, members of the Melias Mage Tower, the dominant vampire race, and the demon fox, shared information by chance and formed a team of dozens of magicians to start a joint exploration.
Sayer noticed the strange movement and hurriedly ended the carving of the puppet circle, intending to activate the barrier again to buy time.
However, even as powerful as Sayer, he is no match for aging. His rank has slipped to the seventh level, and he cannot even control the huge magic circle due to the drag of his body. His magic power is too weak to cause the slightest resonance with the magic circle deployed at his peak.
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The search team pressed forward step by step, and the restrictions that could easily kill them were cracked open in laughter. They laughed at the incompetence of the owner of the restrictions, and were amazed at how such a powerful magical aura could be protected by such a weak magic.
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The butterfly is halfway into the sea when the giant is half way. Sayer completed all the characterizations for the giant at the last moment. He only needs to separate his consciousness, become the root of the infection, and enter the giant's body, and everything will be completed smoothly.
The violent magic exploded next to Sayer, and fifth-level magic splashed on his body. The severe pain caused his spellcasting to be interrupted.
Facing the menacing invaders and the shock and greed in their eyes when they saw the giants and butterflies, Sayer's eyes were cold.
Wearing a mask, he only murmured when anyone asked: "There is only one step left, really only the last bit of magic... Why do you want to interrupt..."
"Why are you forcing me to go on a killing spree?"
The seventh level but the ninth level magic was released. This was the final bloom of Sayer's broken body.
Dozens of top magicians from all races tried their best to fight, but they were still defeated.
They had never imagined that they would encounter such a terrifying magician on an isolated island, with corpses everywhere.
At the critical moment, the dragon crossed Sayer and attacked the giant and the butterfly - they saw that Sayer was very nervous about the two dolls.
Sayer, who was rescued, fell into a trap. Under the influence of his declining rank, he released the monster that was supposed to be locked in the cage.
"Dip dye!"
With Sayer's loud shout, dark thoughts surged out of his body and quickly swept through the scene. After being stunned for a moment, all the magicians laughed wildly and attacked their companions. The dragons even struggled with each other.
The sharp claws tore at the opponent's flesh and blood until the bones were exposed.
As if the last breath of his body was released, Sayer's vitality quickly dissipated, and his body became limp little by little.
Having lost all his strength and unable to control his magic power, he glanced at a puppet not far away. Instead of driving it, he gritted his teeth, eyes red, and supported his body on trembling knees.
With his magical power, he could have resisted the filth at this last moment, but for some reason, he seemed to have remembered something, drank a bottle of magic potion for himself, and used his body like a deflated rubber ball to burst out like a flashback.
The magic power will destroy all the contaminants.
Sayer held his head and kept howling, but his feet still headed towards the sea.
Finally, looking crazy, he threw himself on the butterfly, laughing wildly and murmuring, completing the final painting.
The moment his body fell into the seawater, he put the last bit of consciousness he thought was "clean" into the core of the giant.
"Please...resurrect Vanessa."
The first person in the history of Mela Continent to reach the ninth level, the talented great magician Sayer Lucamia muttered Vanessa's name over and over again before he died, and then his thoughts were accompanied by his body.
The giant and the butterfly fell into the whirlpool and were swept into the deep sea.
Decades later, Melias's unpopular rule finally ignited the fire of rebellion, and the magic tide sent the east wind to fuel the fire.
Just when the giant owl should have been able to rely on its foundation to continue to survive, just when the rebel army was retreating steadily, the giants and butterflies rising from the sea quietly stepped onto the land of Mera.
Sayel's tainted will spread from the doll before he died, sweeping through the entire Mela like a plague.
Fagutar, who was on the top of the mountain, woke up from his deep sleep. When he looked at the horrific distortion of the earth, he looked up to the sky and howled sadly.
Vanessa, Sayer, and her name kept being mentioned.
In grief, Fagutar used flames to cleanse his dead friend, as promised.
He knew that there would be no Sayer or Vanessa in this world.
He also knew that he had finally lost his last friend, and in a long time, every time he woke up, he would no longer have expectations.
With a desperate decision and several attempts, Fagutar knocked the giant and the butterfly into the deep sea again.