Chapter Five Hundred and Ninety-Four: The Queen of the Evernight Palace One Hundred Years Ago
Light like a waterfall fell from the sky, fell beside Fangran, guarded his figure, and shook away the huge black and terrifying gluttony!
Warm heat spread over Fangran's body, and the severe pain subsided like a tide. His black eyes widened incredibly. Fangran felt that he had regained a lot of strength and could raise his arms to support his fallen body.
Then the moment he subconsciously raised his head in confusion, he saw the refraction of light, inserted into Gluttony's body like huge glass shards, a hollow sound like an abyss, that light was not stable when it was just born, and everything was not yet ready.
The moment they completely merge into one, the effect of the 'magic weave' that connects everything inside is dispelled,
The darkness dissipated, and the gigantic gluttony, which was hundreds of meters in size, disappeared like a phantom mist in the ruined town. An unimaginable beam of golden light lit up in the dark night sky.
At the moment when the witch disappeared due to gluttony and looked dazed, Fangran was shocked because she couldn't believe it,
Her shadow falls in the light...
He slowly landed next to the figure with blue eyes that had lost their sparkle, picked up her floating body, and took a look at the huge five-pointed light that was slowly shrinking in the ruined town.
There was a touch of sadness in her eyes, and all the sounds about this figure rang in her ears little by little, as if opening up the memory of the past.
'Miss, I've prepared black tea for you...'
'Please don't force yourself anymore...'
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'Can you tell me...'
'I will always follow you...'
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'I've prepared it for you...'
'Why do you have to bear it all yourself?'
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'What, you want to leave...?'
'Eh? You want to give me the title...'
...
The young and restless country girl who had always been by her side finally turned into a beautiful woman as majestic and noble as a white rose.
At the end of her memory, she remembered that it was in the glory of the early spring morning.
Wearing a white aristocratic dress, she stood in the morning room, her blue eyes unwilling to waver but still slowly and firmly as iron, using aristocratic etiquette to assure herself softly.
-'Your Excellency, please believe that I will fulfill this honor for you.'-
She showed a look that couldn't be fully described as if she was looking at a battlefield. She gently pressed her cheek against the figure in her arms and called her name softly and sadly.
"You have already done it, Alleria..."
The figure that lost its own spirit, the eyes without any sparkle seemed to widen slightly, and then slowly recovered, as if they had heard this good night.
But at this moment, on the other side of the town, contrary to the light, the source of darkness and chaos lies...
"My... is gone... gone... gone gone gone gone!?!?"
With her crazy thoughts, the moment she realized that the important thing she had just obtained was gone, the witch felt that in her heart, the heart that could no longer be harmed,
It hurt suddenly.
That's what I finally got...a child who can talk to me...
Disappeared.
The darkness raged in an instant, and the 'black lake' at the witch's feet began to boil silently!
Her figure was unsteady, as if she was swaying in despair, her violet-colored pupils were swaying, and she looked towards the opening where the figure's voice had lost all color.
I couldn't tell whether it was begging or being cold.
"give me back..."
In the light, she raised her eyes and looked at the dark witch in the black dress. Her expression showed a complicated look, and she spoke in a low voice to this unknown word:
"Sorry, I have to face this war first."
She raised her hand, and the teleportation pentagram that Alleria set up at the cost of losing her soul and ability lit up under her power, and then began to shrink at a speed far exceeding its original speed!
Then at the same time, almost pure light condensed into fragments and rushed towards the witch's location. It seemed that due to the continuous use of large-scale abilities, the translucent black film barrier could no longer withstand attacks of this level.
It didn't last long before it was cut open, leaving a huge hole!
Several rays of light were shot sharply towards the Godless Hollow, the witch who didn't care and knew nothing about it.
Seize her weakest and most powerless moment, and the seal at the cost of serious injuries can last at least nearly a thousand nights. Looking at this scene, she whispered while holding Alleria:
"Before that, I can't let you mess around."
The light flew and magnified in front of the witch in Wushen's black dress with violet halo eyes open!
It will hit in the next second...
Then the darkness on the burning clothes was like an engine igniting, noisy and boiling, the night parade was liberated in an instant, and the dark figure roared through the ruins of the town and rushed into the hole of the black film!
A white wall of light lit up, blocking the light.
In his eyes filled with violet halo, there was a sluggish look as he was suddenly hugged tightly, as if he was worried that he would be injured... there was an incredible...
A feeling that the witch has never felt before.
During the battle, a fleeting feeling of familiarity awakened from the broken mask, and her crazy thoughts subsided slightly. The long-lost reason made the witch subconsciously turn her head and look at the profile of the young man she wanted to kill just now.
Hearing his weak struggling voice, he reluctantly spoke in a low voice:
"Go quickly..."
Then her chest lit up, and a card was activated before the pentagram was teleported. The feeling of space distortion gripped the witch's body...
etc!
Wait a moment!
It also made her anxious for some reason. The moment her body was released, she felt reluctant and resistant. She stretched out her hands randomly to catch the figure in front of her, and her eyes searched with all their strength, thinking and praying.
who are you!?
Show me your face!
As if trying to wake up from a hazy sleep, the crazy violet halo dissipated slightly. Before the figure disappeared, the look in the witch's struggling eyes was desperately trying to see clearly the young man wearing a dark cloak in front of her!
But all I could see was a blurry silhouette of his face covered by the darkness.
Subconsciously, I felt that he was smiling to himself.
Then the witch who caused the disaster and darkness in this border town tonight disappeared from this battlefield.
"Cough...cough cough cough...!"
After finally regaining a lot of strength, Fangran had exhausted most of it. The uncomfortable feeling of being exhausted and the vague resurgence of severe pain made Fangran couldn't help but cough.
But he quickly stopped forcibly, and then stood up straight. Under the darkness of the night parade, his figure stood here looking tall and formidable, and he slowly turned around without relaxing.
He has not forgotten the figure he still needs to face. He originally thought that he would only meet the light and shadow again when he returned to the ice sea. Fangran did not expect to meet her again in this era.
Slowly turning around, the ashes of the jet-black cloak swayed slightly, and flicked the broken silver dragon tooth in his hand, which was still in a liberated state. The dark shadow of the young man stood in the ruined town, facing directly the light that could not be described in words at night.
The Queen of the Nightless Palace a hundred years ago...