The sound of wind in the woodland, swallowing up the last breath, brought real peace to the entire college.
Met looked up at the traceless fireworks in the sky, pulled out his hand from the body of the last mermaid in front of him, and suddenly fell to one knee on the ground. He wanted to steady his body with his hands, but he no longer had the slightest strength to mobilize his body.
His body could only let gravity push him down into the fading black tide, letting the calm and smiling face sink wantonly, watching the group leader who was leaning quietly against the rock wall follow the tide.
The direction went away, and I quietly closed my eyes and let go of my last consciousness.
The dazzling light arbitrarily carved out an obvious gap in the unsteady black tide water surface. A hand suddenly grabbed downwards, and the moment he lifted Mate, he cut off the quagmire that last worried about him, but it was still not completely
Release his assimilation with the Kuroshio.
His ankles have turned into a quagmire, dissolved and slipped into the black tide, and the trend of assimilation has not stopped yet and is still slowly spreading towards his body.
"Pastor!! Get ready for recovery!!"
"Yes! Lady Miranda!"
Under a dazzling light, Mate's legs were cut off by a horizontal knife. The moment he lost his source of life, he was assimilated and flowed into the black tide.
The wind element stretcher was immediately deployed, and the brown [Earth] elemental light and [Life] ectoplasm also began to mobilize and converge towards his legs, but they could only stop the bleeding but could not restore the newly lost legs. p>
"Ms. Miranda...."
Miranda's eyes flickered slightly, looking at the black tide that gradually faded away, she guessed something and smiled, because she knew that the person involved, Matt, could not have been unaware...
"Send him to the school hospital...don't feel sad, this is the most glorious moment in his life..."
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Vanderheiden was leaning against the wall and no longer had the strength to raise his head. Although he noticed Jennifer's figure starting to move in his blurred vision at this moment, he still couldn't feel at ease. This tranquility was too empty... It was terrifyingly empty.
The roar just now made him uneasy.
"Have we...really succeeded..."
His vision tilted but was caught by the person next to him. A pair of warm hands hugged his head tightly and gave him a sobbing whisper.
"We... survived, President..."
The familiar voice calmed his last anxiety, and he accepted the groggy calm.
"That's great..."
Whispering softly, Vanderheiden completely lost consciousness.
.............
Bellota left the window invisibly, no longer monopolizing the bright moon, but giving it to the warm space.
Bellota floated in the mysterious fog, raised his head and looked in the direction of the light tower, not paying any attention to the figure that was gradually dissipating because Vanderheiden fell into a deep sleep.
Instead, he quietly watched the aerial interception of the raise in pieces, watching the late bet continue to move forward, his tired eyes dissipated into the night sky with a chuckle.
.............
In the calm night sky, three lines of fate flashed, breaking through the obstruction and rushing directly into the fate of Teller's body. They wanted to give him the misfortune of death, but at this moment, they found that he had no chance of survival, and
Their existence only makes this death more fragmented.
The restless element has actually exceeded the limitations of his body. If the dean hadn't helped him maintain an extremely delicate balance, his body would not have collapsed and he would still be acting as a medium.
But at this moment, as this gift from afar is delivered, as there is no longer any connection between Teller and the formation, and as the top door opens again, the balance of this space is quietly broken. p>
The elemental fluctuations in the space began to agitate, rushing into a wider space, flying madly towards the door. The strange elemental surges directly faced Iser and Wilson at the moment the door opened, but failed to stop their footsteps.
It also failed to block what they could see.
It was supposed to be a rare and beautiful scene in this world. The cold moonlight passed through the strange silver on the glass, shining out a stream of fantastic light in the space. The holy light source at the top of the light tower was not as dazzling as imagined.
It is gentle and elegant, warming everything in this space.
At the intersection of shadow and light, a figure is romantically dissipating.
The golden hair became part of the world in that radiant light. His young and tender face in the memory was now like a dilapidated building that had not been comforted for many years. The structure on his face fell off piece by piece and disappeared in the space without knowing where it went.
, the blue pupils have long lost their sparkle but still shine in the light, showing off his achievements at the moment and his no regrets...
"Trel!!!"
Iser's hoarse roar failed to get any reply from Teller, but instead summoned a gust of wind that came from nowhere and blew away his last figure!
"No...no, no!"
Iser suddenly ran forward in the direction of Teller, but gradually slowed down his pace and finally stopped in place, his hands hanging down helplessly and standing blankly in the illusionary light.
Having lost its final direction, Teller has drifted away in the wind.
Wilson stood at the door, staring blankly at Terrell's figure until he finally disappeared.
The trembling of my fingertips returned with the light grip. I took off the single eye piece and wiped it gently, trying to calm the restlessness in my heart.
He is the professor of this college, the consultant of Ethereal Flower, and the successor of the Diloc family....
But...he is also Telaire's teacher! He once swore an oath to the goddess! But now...
His fingertips suddenly grasped the precious monocle tightly, but even with all his strength, the lens did not move at all. He gritted his teeth hard and changed his usual gentle and humorous attitude.
"Fuck you!!!"
"Trel has been part of your plan from the beginning!! Dean! Answer me!"
Wilson once doubted the Light Tower, but he never doubted the dean of this college, or the dean who once taught him, even though he had long forgotten the appearance of his mentor and his name.
But now he has to doubt it, because what is happening now cannot be described as coincidence. It is like a precise gambling game, and Teller is the college's insurance in this game.
Insurance for wanton sacrifice at critical moments...
A voice appeared in the minds of the two of them as Wilson shouted, but instead of answering his question, he said indifferently.
"No one died in the light tower. Terrell died in the hands of [Lover] and was finally burned up by the flames. The person who saved the formation was Isel Tris, and the witness was Dirock Wilson.
."
"What do you say again!! Are you crazy! Just now Terrell..."
Iser roared like crazy, but the words in his throat were suppressed by an inexplicable pressure.
"This is Osman Teller's last will and testament..."
The pressure was removed invisibly, but Wilson and Iser still stood there blankly. That sentence was wandering in their minds, until the light flashed across their pupils and interrupted their thoughts.
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They raised their heads and looked at each other with a wry smile, only to realize that the flowing light at this moment was not only beautiful and mysterious, but also complicated and confusing, hidden in a hollow darkness...