In a mansion in the south of Su Ze, a blond girl as beautiful as a fairy held her chin in her hands and looked out the window blankly.
Her pupils were amber gold, and her waterfall-like glazed gold hair was about three meters long. It was tied into many thin braids from the neck, and naturally scattered on the ground and then spread out in all directions.
Under the morning light, it shines with a light that is not dazzling.
The one-eyed waiter walked lightly and brought the black tea to the window.
Looking at the girl's expression, he couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Your Highness?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then showed a sincere and gentle smile to the one-eyed waiter: "Scott, just put down the tea."
"...Are you thinking about the undead army created by the professor?"
Scott shook his head and said disdainfully: "They are just fakes. Natalia alone is enough to deal with them."
"You can't say that, my dear."
Anvilia pushed back the messy hair around her ears, gently took a sip of the black tea that shone with a warm golden luster, and then said: "That's not a simple undead, but dusk. If it weren't for me
Let An Ruosi go over to help, Natalia's life might be in danger."
"If she can't even solve these stupid things, she might as well die there."
With a humble and gentle voice that was almost arrogant, Scott said proudly: "That is my beloved disciple who inherited my eyes, my sword, and my swordsmanship. Her talent in swordsmanship is even better than mine."
Much stronger. Natalia is like a holy sword. Time cannot carve any rust on her body. Even if she is about to die, she will be sharp enough to cut off the bones of the false god."
"Then you are willing to take pictures of your talented disciples and put them at the forefront?"
Natalia couldn't help but joked: "Aren't you afraid of any accidents?"
"There can be no surprise, my highness."
After saying this, Scott paused: "Of course, if she really encounters an enemy that she cannot defeat anyway... I still have my eyes on her. That is almost all my strength."
"In the end, you still feel sorry for your apprentice..."
"It has nothing to do with that, Your Highness," Scott closed his eyes slightly and stood quietly behind Anvilia and whispered, "I'm just a little tired."
"You..."
Smiling softly, Anvilia once again moved his gaze to the window.
This time, Scott was truly at a loss.
"What on earth are you looking at?"
"Watching a friend's funeral, the death of a monster, and the renewal of the world."
With a hint of sadness, Anvilia whispered: "And, the birth of an emperor."
Suddenly realizing what Anvilia was saying, Scott fell silent.
In the small room, Anvilia suddenly whispered: "Scott."
"exist."
Without hesitation, he answered immediately.
Even if he gave up his origin power, he is an immortal undead after all. If nothing happens, he can still live as a waiter for a long, long time until he is lost in the future with the eternal Anvilia.
Until then, as long as Anvilia needs it, he will squeeze out his nearly negative vitality again and transform it into the strongest swordsman on earth who originated from the past. Then he will return.
Scott's sword blade will never decay due to the passage of time.
Are you going to help Roland kill the Twilight Species together? Or are you going to bring Natalia and An Ruosi back?
While he was thinking about the order that Anvilia might give, Scott heard a sentence that made him almost think it was an illusion: "Hug me."
After a period of silence, Scott responded in a low voice: "Yes."
Then, he walked forward and hugged Anvilia awkwardly.
He almost didn't know where he should sit, or where to place his hands. His whole body was stiff, as if he was preparing for the sharpest swordsmanship, and his whole body was stretched straight.
It is almost as soft as it was a thousand years ago.
This is Scott's first impression.
Anvilia put her hand gently on his shoulder, and miraculously, Scott relaxed quickly.
Just like the two of them were still a thousand years ago. Just like the two of them were still children.
"Anvillia..."
Uneasy, Scott called out Anvilia's name for the first time with a trembling voice.
After that, there was no response for a long time, but Anvilia's hug seemed to be a little stronger.
Just when Scott's worried palms began to sweat, he suddenly smelled Anvilia's sweet breathing.
"I always remember it."
She leaned into Scott's ear and whispered softly: "Always remember...our agreement."
"I...will not forget."
"I will never forget that you are the first great person I met."
In the direction that Anvilia was looking at just now, in the stubborn oak locks in the southwest, a man wearing a white robe with an unclear face sat on his huge eyes and whispered softly: "Then, you will be me
The last great one killed."
Unexpectedly, the huge eyes stared at him very quietly. In the seemingly fragile film, countless pure white snakes crawled comfortably.
In terms of its own volume, the part that protrudes from the surface is just a skin.
Rather than actively attacking, it was more like it was pinned to the ground and its body was directly embedded in it.
This is also true.
Lords are noble people with golden blood flowing through them. In terms of combat power alone, they are undoubtedly higher than saints.
And if a saint becomes a lord, he will be able to exert great power close to that of Orm.
But that's theoretically impossible.
Farns, the [Petri dish] established by Orm in order to extend the time of his own universe, has the highest authority that can only be obtained by the golden species.
It is for this reason that the saints sealed all the golden seeds into the coffin of the sleeping teacher.
The only one who can surpass common sense and possess the ultimate combat power of Fauns is the monster created by the Everlasting Mentor himself, which has all the abilities of the Kabala Tree, and the only king who can have the right to rule the abyss.
Holding the highest authority of Farnes, when Higgs thought the abyss was empty, Roland easily captured him and suppressed him in the abyss.
The process in the middle does not mean that it is not a thrilling battle. It is just that Roland closed the door after Higgs entered, that's all.
Then, Roland entered Higgs' body.
As a mortal, he tried to swallow the dusk transformed by a saint... In other words, as a newly born dusk species, he ate another dusk species, that's all.
The knowledge, wisdom and talent that belonged to Victor, as well as all the history of eighteen hundred years, were completely swallowed by Roland. The broken soul of the Twilight Species burned Roland until less than half of his soul was left to make up for it.
Just like what he said to the professor.
From that moment on, Roland could no longer be called a human being.
Roland, the species of dusk, has the appearance of a human, holds on to the obsession of becoming a human and saving humanity, and lives in a twisted way.
What Natalia and An Ruosi defeated was not Higgs's Twilight Familiars. It was just that the blood splattered from Higgs's body dripped on the undead and the surrounding valley, so they
Twisted into a monster.
Listening to Roland's whisper, the eyeballs under him gradually melted into some kind of light. Then they merged with Roland, leaving a complete ground.
Sitting on the eyeball, he is quietly suspended in the air, as if he is sitting on a transparent chair.
Just looking at Roland's statue, just whispering his name will be polluted by his spirit and transformed into the perfect human being that Roland hopes.
Crazy people will not go crazy a second time, and things that have been contaminated once by dusk will not be contaminated a second time.
Being contaminated by Roland's spirit means that the Farns are no longer afraid of the Dusk. As long as Roland himself does not become alienated, the Farnes will become the cornerstone of countless cosmic counterattacks against the Dusk.
Spread the name of Saint Laurent among countless survivors. Vigorously promote the name of Saint Laurent, praise his miracles loudly, and then desire your own evolution.
There is no more pure human being than Roland. There is no more pure monster than Roland.
The monster named human, Emperor Roland.
From the time he devoured Higgs, he could no longer hear human voices. Because there is no more pure human being in this world than him.
All he can hear is his own voice; all he can see is his own reflection.
The whole world is silent, the whole world is nothingness.
"Only in this way can we save Faines."
In Roland's ears, Elucard's face emerged from the void and said softly: "Emperor, you don't have to be sad. At least I am still with you."
"You will die with me, Elucard."
Roland whispered.
"That would be my honor."
Just like before, Elucard answered with an extremely gentle voice for the first time.
A pure smile bloomed at the corner of blind Roland's mouth: "Let's go, Elucard. Let's go back to the abyss while I'm still awake."
"Hold me up, let me sit on the throne that belongs to me, and let me be sealed on the throne forever."
Until the Fauns leave this universe and until all dusk is defeated, Roland can be liberated from above.
Finally, Elucard repeated in an extremely gentle and confident tone: "You are absolutely right, Emperor."
"I am...the Emperor of the Farnes."
Chapter completed!