Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Five The Distant It Seeks IV
A group of people climbed up the hill, separated the dense clumps of ferns, looked down into the valley below, and saw the scene described by Luo Yu.
In the valley, a long team was running under the moon, like three long dragons, marching in a meandering way. Alfand looked at the costumes of those people and said with certainty: "They are sand bandits."
"It's not just the Sand Bandits." But Fang Pliance shook his head. He was sure that these people were the back men arranged by the blind followers. They might be the Sand Bandits, but they must also be Descartes' followers.
He raised his head and looked towards the mouth of the valley. The imaginary defenders there did not appear, as if they were just letting these sand thieves drive straight in. A thought flashed through his mind, thinking that this might be Babartan, the king of sand, who sent these Descartes
The plan to catch all the believers in one fell swoop is very bold, but if it fails, there will be endless consequences.
Both sides are bold gamblers, playing chess on this chessboard, but due to his understanding of the dark believers, Fang Plover is not very optimistic about the King of Sand.
The sand bandits in the valley were heading in one direction, where there were several white vaults standing above the tree crowns in the dense rain forest. Box looked at that direction and suddenly said: "We can get there before them."
Fang Yu looked back at him with some surprise. This middle school boy finally opened his mouth to communicate with others. This was an excellent phenomenon. It seemed that since he came back from the Daoud, the other party was a little different from before.
Already.
He turned around and asked:
"Is Babartan, King of the Sands, there?"
"That should be the only building complex in this valley." Alfond replied.
"Where's the Emerald Star?"
"It should be under the largest building."
Fang Yu nodded and said decisively:
"Go down the mountain, we must arrive before them."
…
Ethereal chanting echoed in the hall, making people feel sleepy——
The ceremony has reached its final stage, and everyone in the hall is watching the crystal mountain emit brighter and brighter green light.
In the green light, they seemed to see the emergence of a door invisibly, as if there was a voice whispering in a low voice, painting an extremely beautiful picture for them - there was something behind the door.
Everything they pursue throughout their lives - money, power or beauty -
It varies from person to person.
Babartan, the King of Sand, stood in front of the Crystal Mountain. The bright green light reflected his pale face, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.
But only the depths of the pupils of this man named King still reflected two blazing flames. The fire of life burning in his chest became more and more powerful, and the flames spread to his limbs and bones, as if they were about to burn out.
everything.
He saw more in that light, it was another world, not only the lush land that provided his people with a living habitat, but also a gentle voice calling him - that gentle voice,
It was like a dream that brought him back to his first meeting with that girl seventeen years ago.
It was a bright bonfire, with the same bright smile as the one beside the bonfire, and the light of the star ceremony that night was as bright as this moment -
"Babartan, come to me——"
The Sand King stretched out his hand as if to grab something.
But he could only touch the cold crystal, and the feeling in response was like holding a warm and soft hand.
"Afifah, are you there?"
"Have you seen the note you left, I realized it——"
"Everything you wrote down in your notes is true."
"But we have to wait a little longer..."
"I must avenge you."
among the crowd.
Only Seineman looked at this scene with a gloomy face, as if he was not affected at all. But in his deep-set eyes, two faint burning flames seemed to be ignited. He looked at the people around him and the frame.
With the sword on his neck, looking at the King of Sand standing motionless in front of the Crystal Mountain, a sarcastic smile appeared in his heart inadvertently:
"Go on, King of the Desert, and open that door."
He was fanatically encouraging in his heart:
"Go and see that new world and meet your master."
"Everything you want is there-"
"Even including eternity."
But no one could hear the voice of this servant.
The four warlocks stood around, completely integrated into the ritual, and could not notice any changes around them. Only Albany, who was presiding over the ceremony, noticed something unusual at this moment - he found that there were more people connected to the ritual.
The great warlock vigilantly searched his magic network, only to find that everyone in the hall was connected to the ritual.
It's just that they used magic, and the ministers dedicated their souls.
This discovery shocked Albany. If this spell continues, a large group of living dead will appear in the hall. And those are nearly one-third of the princes and ministers of Istania. Let these people die
Is that okay here? Besides, the King of Sand himself might also be in danger.
During the ceremony, the only person who was not affected, apart from the chosen ones, was about one person.
He held the staff and looked back in shock and anger, just in time to meet Seineman's bright eyes.
"Seineman, what did you do?"
Albany said angrily.
"What can I do?" Seeniman looked at the sword on his neck and smiled sinisterly.
Albany understood this person's identity and stopped talking nonsense with him. He turned back to the King of Sand not far away and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty, the ceremony must be stopped."
Babartan was slightly startled and turned around.
But even with his back to the Crystal Mountain, the green fire in his eyes did not fade away.
The desert king seemed a little hesitant for a while. On the one hand, it was his trusted ministers, and on the other hand, it was the voice that was calling him - the chaotic factors in his mind gradually gained the upper hand, causing him to slowly retreat.
He took a step forward and shook his head slightly.
The ceremony cannot be interrupted.
That was Afifah’s last hope——
"Of course we can't interrupt the ceremony," Seineman said with a sinister smile: "Once it is interrupted, all the previous efforts will be wasted."
"Where do you plan to go to find such a huge emerald star?"
"Shut up, Seineman!" Albany said angrily.
The latter smiled and said nothing, looking at the crystal mountain with wonder in his eyes.
This is what is called a gift——
The ancestors of the princess spent a lot of effort to preserve it intact and guard this secret for generations. But all of this is just for today. This is the power of the dark saints, and they can even hide it from the false god Olin who claims to be
The all-seeing gaze. And this is just the beginning, the world will surely end...
But Albany finally reacted at this time.
He realized that the King of Sand was also bewitched by the Crystal Mountain, and that the only hope left was the few Holy Chosen Ones. He immediately shouted to the other party: "Kill Seineman, immediately!"
Ye Hua and others had already noticed something unusual the moment Albany opened his mouth.
The young man holding the sword hesitated for a moment, but Ye Hua reacted decisively and drew out the dagger, stabbing it into Seineman's chest.
The latter screamed, clutched his chest and stumbled backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But Seineman fell to the ground, covering his chest with one hand, and laughed miserably: "Haha, it's too late, everything is over.
late……"
He looked at everyone with burning eyes: "Don't think that I don't know your plans, you smart fools, mortals trying to wrestle with the saints, it is just a dream after all... Haha, cough cough..."
The ministers in the hall were like wooden sculptures, as if they had not seen or heard this scene at all.
Albany looked at all this with a horrified expression.
It was clear that Seinemann was about to die, but the ceremony did not end as imagined.
What exactly is the problem?
The note was clearly left by the princess. Except for the King of Sand and Her Royal Highness, no one has read it. Moreover, even if they have read it, they have no chance to change the content——
He was thinking wildly in his mind, and even had a terrifying thought without any reason - could the princess also be a member of the blind followers?
But at this very moment——
A crisp voice came from outside the hall:
"Father, please stop the ceremony!"
Everyone in the hall who was still awake could hear that voice clearly.
They couldn't help but look in that direction and saw the little princess appearing in that place holding the wooden sculpture in her hands and with tears shining in her eyes.
She almost cried and begged:
"Father, I am here. I am Afifah. Have you forgotten me?"
This voice seemed to hit the heart of Babartan, the King of Sand.
He was suddenly stunned in front of the Crystal Mountain, and turned around stiffly. In his pupils shrouded in green light, the confused light dissipated slightly.
He recognized his daughter, and seemed to see a phantom appearing next to his daughter. The girl in the phantom smiled gently at him, and only he could understand the meaning of that smile.
Interpret the meaning.
He slowly looked back at the reflection in the crystal, and for a moment he couldn't tell which one was his true love. They were all so similar, almost identical, but there was a voice in the dark, telling him
Once he makes the wrong choice, he will be in doom.
He has already lost this world once, and he must not lose it a second time——
He looked at his daughter and then at the reflection in the crystal, feeling pained and confused for a moment.
Afifah bit her lip and tears kept falling. The man told her that her father would definitely answer her call, but why was he there motionless.
Doesn't he love himself anymore? Doesn't he love his sister? Has he forgotten his mother? Why should he abandon everyone to implement that illusory 'plan'? Could it be that the mother who has left this world is more important than the one who still exists in this world?
Every relative in this world is more important?
Even if the mother is still in this world, is she willing to watch her daughter lose her father again?
She thought about all this with tears streaming down her face.
Until a hand pressed on her shoulder.
Albany saw a group of people walking in from the entrance of the hall.
Fang Plover, Luo Hao, Xiang Xiang, Luo Yu, Jita, Papalar, halfling Alfand and Pasha following behind them.
Fang Yu quietly put his hand on the little princess's shoulder and said to her warmly: "Go on, Afifa."
The little princess nodded with tears in her eyes. She held the wooden sculpture carefully, her lips moving, as if she was brewing the emotions in her heart.
But the emotion finally burst out, and she almost burst into tears as she recounted:
"Father, my sister and I are still waiting for you to return."
"We need you, we need a father-"
"Please don't leave us."
"I beg you……"
That young, helpless voice was like a sharp arrow, hitting the hearts of everyone in the hall.
It also hit the heart of Barbartan, the King of Sand, and pulled him back from the dream. All the illusions disappeared, leaving only the real phantom - his helpless and crying daughter.
The wood carving in his hand, and the phantom of the girl standing next to his daughter.
He seemed to suddenly understand what he was really abandoning.
He glanced at the crystal mountain beside him and felt strange and uneasy.
But why?
Isn’t this Afifah’s plan?
He turned around in a daze and faced his daughter.
It was at this time that Albany suddenly shouted: "Your Majesty, be careful!"
Afifah also covered her mouth and looked at this scene in shock. The wooden sculpture in her hand even fell to the ground.
The wooden sculpture broke into two pieces.
In the eyes of everyone, the moment Babartan, the King of Sand, turned around, a phantom appeared from the crystal behind him.
But it was not a shadow. It emerged from the dark green crystal, like a tall giant like a mountain, with three heads and four arms, holding a huge sickle, raised it high, and suddenly swung the sickle down.
It penetrated the gap between the crystal and reality, flashed with sharp light, and swung down——
Afifah screamed.
But among the crowd, only Fang Plover's eyes were calm, he took a step forward and raised his right hand.
Representing the identity of the alchemist, the gauntlet with a cold luster and a strange shape - the pride of the lonely king, seems to be reflecting the light of the aloofness under so many rays of light.
With that firm voice that represents young people:
"Orphando, Gemini, enter!"
There was a loud noise.
The wall on one side of the hall suddenly collapsed.
A spear broke out of the stone, followed closely by a tall and majestic statue that broke through the wall and burst into the hall - a majestic knight. On the armor that reflected light,
A bunch of long white feathers are fluttering in the wind.
It passed by the ministers and stabbed forward with a spear. There, the shadow holding a sickle was slashing down. In everyone's eyes, only Seineman's shrill laughter was echoing in the hall.
, seems particularly harsh: "It's too late, everything is too late, hahahahaha, cough cough..."
"You can't possibly..."
His laughter stopped suddenly, and the light in his eyes finally dimmed.
At that moment, the shadows of spears and sickles passed by each other.
Afifah fell to her knees with a grunt, completely paralyzed.
At that moment, the huge knight's spear hit the tall crystal mountain. In Seinemann's view, the Emerald Star should be indestructible. At that moment, a crack spread from it.
There was a loud 'click' sound...
The cracks snaked in all directions like spider threads.
A phantom swept across the Orphen Twins, like an invisible wind sweeping across the crystal mountain.
Few people have seen that the faint shadow is like a giant beast that spreads its wings to cover the sky and the sun. It turns around, and its golden pupils are like falling into the fire of the mortal world. The fire will burn everything and destroy everything.
Everything turned into dust, and the black smoke was lingering around that tall and arrogant creature.
It's a dragon.
"Black wings bring death..."
"Black wings bring death..."
"Sign of death..."
"Sign of death..."
In his dim eyes, Seinemann recited these words repeatedly, but no one could hear them clearly.
The incredible color in his eyes seemed to be frozen in that moment, and the last words in his mouth were stuck in his throat.
"but……"
"Why... in..."
A layer of dull paleness enveloped the attendant's pale, waxy face.
And at this moment, the crystal mountain suddenly collapsed and turned into countless tiny green fragments, falling to the ground.
The giant shadow holding a sickle swung past Babartan, the King of Sand, but like a breeze, it only moved the corners of the desert king's clothes and fluttered slightly.
Only then did everyone in the hall regain their clarity. They all recovered from their dreams, but they still remembered the scene that happened before. They stared blankly at the tall and majestic giant statue standing next to the King of Sand.
——The knight's spear still retains the same shape as the moment it hit the Crystal Mountain.
Everyone turned back and looked at the young alchemist.
But the eyes are completely different.
There was silence in the hall for a moment.
Princess Afifa, who was kneeling on the ground, finally couldn't help but cry, as if the feelings in her heart could not be suppressed at this moment.
Babartan, the king of sand, stood in the center of the hall, looked at his daughter, and then at Fang Plover standing aside, as if he had just woken up from a ridiculous dream. This man as a king,
At this moment, he even looked a little depressed. He shook his head with a wry smile, sighed, and then said to Fang Yu:
"...It seems that I did at least one thing right, young man."
But Fang Yu shook his head.
"The crisis is not over yet, Your Majesty."
The Sand King nodded slightly.
He looked at his ministers. Everyone in the hall had different reactions, but most of them had not actually reacted yet. Only Count Nuerman took a step forward at this moment.
But Barbarin stopped the latter from speaking.
He untied the cloak with one hand, threw it to the ground, pulled out the scimitar from the sheath, and held it in his hand. The sharp light of the sword reflected the king's face, as if it brought him back to that young man.
Time——
"Nurman, let us fight the enemy side by side again." The King of Sand said softly.
The count was startled for a moment and nodded slightly.
The King of Sand then turned around and looked in all directions, as if he had finally regained his stern air, and raised his voice:
"Where is my knight?"
Ed watched this scene and silently helped the little princess up from the ground.
