Gardevoir was tired, and Luther was tired of maintaining this elegant posture. Only Philomeni, who had been following behind at a high speed, still seemed to be at ease.
The phone still had power, so Luther looked at the time, which was six-twenty in the morning.
There was no electricity at night in ancient times, the surroundings were pitch black, and the activities of a large number of nocturnal elves were very noisy, which is something that is not often felt in modern times.
Along the way, Luther wanted to go into the nearby forest and enjoy the night activities of ancient elves.
But he can't.
The direct consequence of Dialga being severely injured was that he had serious problems controlling the accuracy of teleportation.
The time error was acceptable, at least the difference was only half a day, and there was still one night left to prepare for the meeting with Arceus the next day.
Some landmarks are also acceptable and can be reached as long as you are in a hurry.
But the problem is that Luther's landmark is too far off.
Dialga tried his best to say sorry to Luther, and then he woke up Luther who was following Gardevoir.
By that time Luther had already realized that something was wrong, because they had been walking for almost an hour along a road that was obviously traveled by many people, but there were less and less traces of human activity on both sides of the road.
This is impossible. No matter how vast Midina was back then, it cannot be exaggerated to this level.
Dialga's apology made Luther quickly realize that he had been sent to the wrong place, but Dialga could no longer answer the exact distance.
To put it another way, it would be a waste of money for Dialga to maintain their activities here.
Luther found a hunter who was hunting in the mountains at night. With the help of this kind hunter, he deeply understood the impact that Dialga shook violently when he landed.
If I had to give an intuitive description, Luther is now like a person leaving Water Vein City, rushing to Black Gold City.
Of course Luther doesn't know yet, but this is actually Dialga's superb performance.
Because when he landed firmly at the end, Dialga was hit by the aftermath of Arceus' skill, so much so that he almost threw Luther further into the timeline.
If this is the case, what Luther complained about was not distance, but time.
Gardevoir's strong mental strength could not withstand the long journey, and she collapsed from exhaustion just after passing through the area near Xinqi Lake, which was ruled by a small city-state in ancient times.
Philomeni looked at the panting Gardevoir calmly, just smiled but said nothing.
Gardevoir knew that he could no longer be angry. Luther came to this era and had more important things to accomplish.
She took the initiative to get into the elf ball and was blind to the scene that was about to happen.
Luther sighed: "Leave it to you."
Philomena didn't say much, picked up Luther with his slender arms, and started running in relay.
Luther wanted to refuse this gesture that was similar to a princess hug, but he couldn't refuse. He could only miss Qixi Blue Bird, Wind Speed Dog and Darkrai in his heart.
This is a race against time. Philomeni must take Luther to climb mountains and wade through rivers to arrive as soon as possible.
However, the city-states encountered on the way were very interested in Luther, a person who suddenly appeared, so much so that the guards bent their bows and arrows to shoot Luther and Philomena, and even threw a large number of spears to attack.
They were probably trying to figure out what kind of strange creature this was, Luther couldn't help but think.
After Luther once again caught an Orion and asked for directions, he finally confirmed that he had arrived near Midina.
At this time, the sun was already high in the sky.
"Dialga, when you recover from your injuries, I will definitely scold you..."
Dialga still didn't respond to Luther.
After traveling all night, both Luther and Philomena were extremely tired.
Luther was okay, he even dozed off for a while in the arms of the very stable Princess Philomena.
Philomeni had a lot of hard work. She almost didn't stop at all, and she galloped the whole way. Along the way, she also dealt with some wild elves who tried to intercept her with their skills.
The Philometella's body has turned a strange rose-red color, and a few parts are turning brown, no longer the milky white color before.
This was a sign of physical exhaustion. Luther had already called Philomena twice to put him down, and he decided to release Gardevoir, who had rested all night, to take over.
However, Philomeni refused. She seemed to want to persist to the end, or simply wanted to prove her strength to Gardevoir.
When the outline of the Midina city outline appeared in Luther's field of vision, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The solar eclipse hasn't come yet, so you still have time!
He forced the Philometrium to stop. He had never touched the Philometella before and stretched out his hand to gently pat the Philometrium.
"Thank you for your hard work. Without you, I would never have been able to catch up."
Luther didn't know how much Philomeni could understand, but she hoped that Philomelis could feel this recognition.
After Gardevoir came out, she was shocked when she saw the state of the Philometrium. She could clearly sense with her mental strength that the aura of the Philometrium was extremely unstable, almost crumbling.
She didn't even have the strength to argue with herself, so she adjusted her breathing to prevent herself from fainting.
It's rare that Gardevoir admires this tough-talking guy, even though he still doesn't like her...
In the Midina Palace, Chisin once again confirmed the preparation status of his men's tools.
More than one person under Qixin expressed opposition to the decision to melt a large amount of silver ore.
Although there are silver mines in Midina, melting so much silver at one time still has a great impact on the entire Midina.
"The elders prevented the melted silver water from being delivered here and ask you to give a reasonable explanation." The messenger knelt in front of Qixin and said respectfully.
Qixin was not Damos after all. If it was Damos who claimed that he wanted so much silver water, those elders would just do it without even asking a question.
The encounter with Arceus made Damos' authority flourish.
The elder's doubts made Chisin's ambition even more uncontrollable. His desire for power and possession of power forced him to use "for the eternal prosperity of Midina" as an excuse to kill gods with peace of mind.
The self in another time planned poorly and eventually died.
This time, I have the correct answer, and I will definitely not miss it again.
It's just silver water. As long as Arceus dies, his power is in his own hands. Damos's prestige is no longer there, and he will be the master of this land.
Giving the remaining power of Arceus to this land will bring prosperity to the people, and the people will be grateful, forget about Damos, and turn to themselves!
"Tell them that Damos asked for it in order to sacrifice Arceus."
Seeing the messenger leaving, Qixin clenched his fists.
Acting under the guise of others' authority will end today!
After a while, under Qixin's watchful eye, a large amount of silver water and stones were transported one by one to the hidden compartments of the temple that had been prepared.
The shackled elves were driven into the temple one by one, each occupying a position.
In this temple structure that looks like a stage, when every elf releases a click, he can see the figure of Arceus falling into the silver water and unable to struggle.
The moment they personally killed their own god, they were firmly bound to Qixin.
Conquest requires countless forces, and from now on, Qixin needs to plan.
Everything was ready, Qixin walked out of the temple, looked at the sun in the sky, and smiled.
Not far away, Xina walked into the temple with a solemn expression and her intention to expose the crimes of her ancestor Damos and to exterminate her relatives.
The stargazer's calculations were very accurate. Almost as soon as Qixin was ready and Xina entered the temple, the sun hanging high in the sky began to become incomplete.
Qixin was about to return to the temple and prepare to give orders, but suddenly he saw several messengers running towards him in a hurry.
"Lord Qishin, something serious has happened. A man dressed strangely suddenly broke into the outside of Midina Palace."
"A few of our guards tried to stop him, but were knocked down by him. Please decide how to deal with it!"
Qixin narrowed his eyes and thought of what Xiaozhi said happily to him when he thought he would be entertained and was taken away.
"I still have a friend who I don't know where. When he comes, please bring him with us."
"That silly boy's friend?" Qixin was a little irritated by the unstable factors that suddenly appeared outside of his plans.
He waved his hand: "Arceus is about to arrive. Breaking into the temple at this time is tantamount to blasphemy. Catch him."
Seeing the messenger about to leave, Qixin shouted: "Wait a minute."
"If he insists on having his own way, kill him."
All accidents must be nipped in the cradle, and your plans must not be ruined.
The guards Luther encountered were very difficult to deal with.
The guards in this era have a lot of elves per capita. They use enslavement and brainwashing to make these elves fearless of death and constantly fight against Luther.
It is a real fight, life and death.
The numerical advantage caused Gardevoir, Miaomiao, and Dream Demon to disperse a large amount of their mental power.
Gardevoir's physical strength was exhausted, and he could only stand beside Luther for defense.
Fortunately, Luther has a powerful weapon to fight in this situation.
Bankilas' thick, hard body was pressed directly in front of Luther. Facing the invading elves, he flicked his tail and a large number of elves flew out.
No, the speed is still too slow.
There are too many elves. Even if you can penetrate them, it will take time to rush to the temple!
"Whoever blasphemes against God will be killed without mercy!"
"No mercy, kill without mercy!"
"Sacrifice is ordered, and those who blaspheme the gods will be killed without mercy and without mercy!"
The voice that suddenly spread among the crowd was cold and heartless.
The guards who originally only used elves to fight began to poke their heads out of the nearby turrets, bending their bows and preparing arrows.
All the arrows were aimed at Luther, the man who was obviously in charge of all the warcraft.