The three hundred and ninetieth chapters of its pursuit of the distance XXXII
It rarely rains in Istania, so the memory of rain is often particularly profound for the people who live here.
The raindrops will raise a layer of mist, which first flows along the gray-brown eaves, then flows to the ground, forming streams between the brown stones.
The dark gray stone tablet stood in the mist of rain, with a sentence engraved on it in Istanian characters:
‘751-790, Farian, may your bravery and enlightenment forever rest in the sea of sand’
The rainwater slowly flowed down along the ravines formed by the strokes, one after another. Babartan wiped off the water splash on it with his gloves, but he couldn't wipe it clean. After a while, the gloves were soaked with water.
Princess Afifa stood aside and silently stared at the words on the tablet.
After a while, she spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a nightingale, "Babartan, although Farian, Charab and Hutt failed to come back, at least more people survived... Although the empire
Powerful, but the Oshurs failed to succeed last time."
The upright, young and powerful King of Sand turned around, looked at his beloved woman, and nodded.
"I'm fine, Afifah."
"But you still seem worried, my love, you know? This worries me."
"I just thought of some things in the past," Babartan said: "Every day, I can't help but recall everything that happened at that time, what I saw and heard in that war."
"Three years have passed since that incident. Do you still think that prophecy is true? The evil star will come to our land, and Descartes will come back here and take away everything from the Istanians?"
"It may not be true, but the signs are there," Babartan frowned, "I have to treat it with caution. Outsiders think that my father's lineage has conspired to seize the throne of Istania, but it is really true.
Only when you reach this position can you understand the weight of responsibility..."
He raised his head and looked at the wisps of rain. "Afifa, if one day all this will really perish."
"They won't, Barbartan, I promise you; maybe one day, we will turn into dust, but some things will always exist, and together with the beliefs we pursue, they will exist for a long time."
"Afifah?"
"Babartan, that is our common secret, give us a little more time, okay?"
Babartan looked at his princess and nodded.
…
??Afifah on the steps of the temple was wearing a black dress, with the skirt hanging to the ground. A black gauze top wrapped her delicate body, revealing her weak shoulders. She closed her eyes tightly, and there was a kind of expression between her brows.
The charming expression comes.
??????She turned in this direction and said in a coquettish tone: "Mr. Ed, are you a little surprised to see me here?" The girl's voice was not loud, but it was just within earshot of every corner of the square.
clear.
??Although Afifa's face was on her face, it was almost impossible for the frail and introverted Mystic Miss to speak in such a tone. Fang Yu frowned, feeling something was wrong in his heart. He looked back at Ye Hua, who was aside,
"This is how the same thing?"
??Ye Hua also looked at the girl silently, and then answered: "That is the incarnation of Descartes."
??Fang Yu actually had a premonition in his heart.
But he was silent for a moment and then asked: "What about her and Miss Afifa..."
??Ye Hua turned around and said, "Do you still remember the dragon soul in Afifa's body?"
??Fang Plover was startled for a moment.
He then remembered that when he was at Kashan Palace, Xing said that only he, Ye Hua and the eldest princess could enter this world. At that time, he always felt as if he had missed something.
But now that I think about it, doesn’t Afifa also have a dragon soul?
Xingti didn't mention it either, originally thinking it was due to negligence. But when he looked up at the girl in the black dress, he seemed to understand something in his heart.
??"That dragon soul..."
??"The origin of that dragon soul is not simple. It has been a twin of Afifa since the birth. It is rumored that only Babartan, the King of Sand, really knows where it came from, but as far as I know... it actually
There should be some relationship with the late princess..."
The eldest princess raised her head and spoke in a soft tone: "My queen mother...?"
Ye Hua glanced at her and nodded slightly, "That dragon soul is actually the only relic left by your mother to your father. It was... shaped by your mother's soul."
Princess Rupert's eyes widened and she looked at him.
Ye Hua looked at Afifa, who was dressed in black under the temple. The mystic girl was standing among a group of believers, and she happened to be looking in this direction leisurely.
He then withdrew his gaze and said to the two of them: "No one can create a person who once existed out of thin air and has vivid memories and feelings. Even with the power of the Emerald Star, it is impossible to do this."
"But Babartan, the King of Sand, used this dragon soul to convince the blind followers that they could use it to resurrect Her Royal Highness. Of course, more importantly, the blind followers do also need your mother's soul."
The eldest princess seemed a little dazed for a moment. She took a few deep breaths, and the corners of her eyes were almost red. She looked at the girl in a black dress in the distance, then looked at Ye Hua, hesitated several times, and there was no problem in her throat.
Get the sound.
Fang Yu seemed a little silent on the side, and many previous doubts seemed to be solved one by one, but he glanced at Her Royal Highness the Princess and still asked her: "Why?"
"Because the princess's soul imprint contains Descartes' divine power."
"This is impossible!" Princess Rupert replied flatly with tears in her eyes.
Ye Hua shook his head, "But it's all true, Your Highness Princess. This is also one of the root causes of the attack ten years ago. They should all be related to the notebook in your mother's hand; except for the King of Sand Baba
Except for Ertan, perhaps no one knows what exactly happened at that time..."
Fang Yu listened to all this silently, with an unusually calm look on his face, and asked: "So Afifa was the carrier of Descartes' resurrection from the beginning, and her dragon soul was actually just Descartes' divine fire?"
"
??In Aitaria, a god dies, or rather falls into an endless sleep.
In the dead world after the gods have gone to sleep, their divinity will not completely die out. The scattered fires are just waiting for an opportunity to resurrect.
Just like what Fang Plover met on Fenris Island, the lizard-man god.
The remains of divine power are also the fire of divinity. Under an appropriate opportunity, new gods will be born from the corpses of old gods.
The blind followers have recovered Descartes' divinity and reshaped it into a carrier with the help of Barbartan, the King of Sand. Now, they just need a chance to rekindle the fire of his divinity.
And this opportunity obviously also exists in this sea of sand
??A few centuries ago, alchemists discovered that the souls created using the power of the Emerald Star often contained a hint of divinity. At first, people didn't think much about it, thinking that the soul itself was divine.
, which is also in line with people’s cognition.
But then, the twisted divinity quickly created those terrible monsters called gods or abominations, which wreaked havoc in the world. After several murders, people soon woke up, and the mighty alchemy was created.
Movement, for a moment it disappears.
Just out of the desire for the ultimate pursuit of alchemy, creation, privately, the research on the Emerald Star has never stopped.
There is clearly some kind of divinity in the Emerald Star.
But people rarely understand what that means.
After Achilles captured Afifa, he handed her over to the blind followers. Seineman had already set a trap in the Fantasy Sea, causing the King of Sand Babartan to activate the power of the "falling star" there.
The purest dark divine power contained in the fragments of the misfortune star, from that moment onwards, poured into the dragon soul in Miss Afifah's body, or to be precise, into the incarnation of Descartes.
But is it really just a trap?
Since Babartan, the King of Sand, has long known the secret of the Emerald Star's power, wouldn't he be unaware of the clumsy plot of the blind followers?
He remembered the question he had asked before, but at that time, the other party did not answer him directly. Now he almost knew the answer to that question, but he turned around again and asked Ye Hua almost the same question.
The problem:
"So, does Babartan, the King of Sand, know all this?"
Ye Hua looked at him this time, and after a moment of silence, he nodded.
A flash of understanding flashed in Fang Yu's eyes.
Princess Rupert was startled for a moment, then almost stunned for the next moment.
"My...father knows all this, but why did he...?" She asked in a hoarse voice.
"The reason is here," Ye Hua looked around the square, "Your Highness, did you see that your father's original purpose was actually here."
Fang Yu said softly: "So he plans to solve the problem once and for all. Whether he is a blind follower or Descartes, he will eventually gather in this place at this moment."
"Because by this time, both sides have no retreat."
Princess Rupert took a deep breath and looked at Ye Hua's face, as if she wanted to find the answer to this question from his expression.
Ye Hua did not answer, but the silence said everything.
She was slightly stunned for a moment.
She thought that everything was just the result of her father being deceived by blind followers, but she didn't expect that in the end, all of this turned out to be his real purpose.
But so many people died, Questac was almost reduced to ashes, and now everyone in the entire city was hanging on by a thread. What was the purpose of all he did?
Revenge for her mother and the person she loves deeply?
But is it really worth it?
Her Royal Highness the Princess burst into rare tears: "But my father, how could he..."
But Fang Piao asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell us all this earlier?"
Ye Hua sighed softly: "Ed, the Southern Alliance is just a participant in this plan. In fact, Star and Delan did not tell me the truth at the beginning."
"... Delan, like his brother, is loyal to the Penelope royal family, or rather, to the 'Her Royal Highness' who has passed away in his heart for many years... As for Xing, he probably only has revenge in his heart.
, finding out who was behind the scenes is probably his only purpose in this world..."
"So it is understandable that they hide this information from me."
"And Barbartan, the King of Sand, made his decision from the very beginning. When I left Kashan Palace, I once thought that he had given up on the investigation of the Emerald Star and planned to catch all the blind followers there, but I didn't expect
Eventually I came back to this.”
He looked at Fang Plover: "Of course, in fact, I roughly guessed this result when we boarded the ship in the Sea of Illusion. But I didn't tell you the reason for all this at the time, so you must have guessed it."
"Because when you brought Afifa back to Questac, everything was already doomed. The blind followers used the sand pirates to set up a second game here, but compared with the one in the fantasy sea, this game is
In fact, it’s not inevitable.”
"It's just...will you really choose that path?"
Fang Yu couldn't help but be stunned.
He actually already understood what the way to avoid all this was.
That is to give up Afifa. Without the carrier of the mystic girl and the dragon soul in her body, it is naturally impossible for the blind followers to summon Descartes from Questac.
But will he do this?
Ye Hua looked at the two people, paused for a moment, and then said again: "Actually, I only learned all this from Xing and Delan not long ago. But at that time, I had an arrow on the string and had to shoot it, so at that time, I
I didn’t have time to ask your opinion.”
His eyes stayed on the two of them one by one: "But at this moment, I still want to ask you one more time. Miss Afifah actually already knows all this from Delan and Xing."
"She..." He sighed slightly: "She is willing to sacrifice herself for the lives of more people..."
The girl's tearful eyes suddenly appeared in Fang Yu's mind.
In fact, he had already given the answer in his heart.
"But," Fang Yu did not answer the question directly, only looking at the main hall in the distance and the girl below the main hall, "Babartan is so confident. Hasn't he thought about it, if he loses the bet?"
If so, what will be the consequences?”
Ye Hua then cast his gaze on the eldest princess beside him: "This is exactly why Xing brought you here, Princess Rupert."
Her Royal Highness the Princess raised her head in a daze: "Me?"
"Do you remember what I once told you?"
Ye Hua's voice was slow and steady, "In this world, there are three types of power that are the most stable. One is the power of the owner of this dream, the second is the power of Cang Zhihui, and the third is the power of the soul."
"The power of the soul and the power of Cang Zhihui, in the corresponding spiritual world, are certainly not as overwhelming as the power of their master. The master of this world is Descartes, but how can it be the other side?
It’s not Miss Afifah’s dragon soul.”
Ye Hua said word by word: "That is your mother, Her Royal Highness the Princess. In this world, you are the only one who can hurt Descartes."
He raised his head and looked forward, no longer asking Fang Plover and Rupert for their answers: "So in the next battle, Ed and I will cover you to attack the incarnation of the evil god. You must
Seize the opportunity yourself.”
Princess Rupert looked down at the sword in her hand, was silent for a moment, and finally nodded slightly.
At the other end of the square, the mystic girl kept her eyes closed, looking in this direction with a slight smile on her face, and said nothing. It was as if she didn't care at all about the discussion between them.
Ye Hua then raised his head, patted the two of them lightly on the shoulders, and then took off the long bow from behind. Fang Plov also took a breath, looked at the control glove on his left hand, and then asked:
"What should we do?"
"It's very simple," Ye Hua replied: "Send it back to its hometown and completely destroy this spiritual world, thereby cutting off the connection between the blind followers and their gods."
"This time," he whispered, "Istania will be at least peaceful for a hundred years."