The fire was burning, and the ground was covered with blood.

Miracle people were killed, and even the powerful Miracle body fell to protect its master.

Under such circumstances, even if the dignity is as weak as the Lord of Miracle.

‘Flower God, are you still here...’

The boy leaned on a withered ancient tree and pressed his left arm, but there was no flesh and blood there, only empty broken sleeves.

'hateful!!'

The severe physical pain was not unbearable, but the self-blame in the heart almost made the boy fall into despair.

The miracle creature will not die, and as long as he lives, she will be resurrected.

But others, other people.

But they can't come back.

'Why?'

‘Why attack us!’

The boy asked this question: 'Who are you and who are you?'

In front of the boy, a figure dressed in a pitch-black hooded trench coat, completely hiding his face and body in the unknown, looked at him.

And in the man's hand, a deep night, flashed with countless stars, as if a giant sword with two hands hidden in the universe brought unimaginable pressure to the boy.

It was this thing, it killed his flower god.

‘Don’t you understand the difference between you and me?’

The boy's eyes were still sharp, he was very scared, but as the king, he could not retreat.

Even if he is going to be killed on the spot, he will never kneel down and beg.

‘Want to know why it kills your miracle?’

The other party put the sword in front of him: "Since you are the Lord of Miracles, you must be familiar with the name of this sword."

‘It is called Su Ye Liguang.’

It is not a camp name, but itself, it is called Su Yeliguang, and this camp is named after it.

‘Shu Ye, Li Guang.’

The boy thought of a possibility, and his face turned pale: 'It's, it's the most...'

Even if he exhausts his life, even if he develops his miracle to the extreme and reaches its peak, he will never be able to compete with it, and he will not be able to avenge his other party.

‘I will come to you again.’

The other party's figure disappeared, just like he attacked himself inexplicably, and disappeared without warning: "I hope you can become stronger next time I meet."

‘Stop being like today’, the voice echoed in the boy’s ears, but brought him a huge fear: ‘I’m only looking for a bunch of waste.’

"They are not waste!"

Earl of Thorns stood behind the huge metal door, and beside him was a stunning beauty, the miracle body "Flower God" who turned into a human form.

However, her miracle name is not the "Flower God" and has nothing to do with flowers.

【covering original bedding】

Type: Miracle creature

Level: Lower

Faction: Rule and Heavenly Choice

Covering the original bedding, this is the real name of the Flower God and the beginning of her miraculous power.

Because Count of Thorns believed that "bedding" refers to plants and vegetation, she turned into the appearance of a flower god.

But in fact, the sky, the sea, and the earth are covered with primitive bedding.

A miracle that can wrap everything and cover everything is the essence and essence of the flower god.

"Shun you, are you really going out?"

The Flower God and the Earl of Thorns are not just husband and wife, but more like mother and son, siblings, and she has always taken care of him like an older sister.

The two depend on each other and love each other.

The only shame is that as a miracle creature, the Flower God was unable to nurture offspring for the Count of Thorns, and even if the two of them were working hard all the time, it would be useless.

"them."

Count Thorn asked, "Have you arrived?"

"I've informed," said Hua Shen: "we're all waiting outside."

"Open the door."

The voice of the Count of Thorns was trembling, the shadow of that man, the despair brought to him by the sword, had tortured him all the time over the years as a nightmare as a torment of him.

No matter how well the territory is developed or how many people he cultivates, he will eventually leave him one by one.

‘Is anyone still alive?’

He was seriously injured, but the boy ignored his injuries and instead went crazy looking for survivors in the corpse. He shouted loudly and prayed with all his strength: "Is there anyone alive?"

‘Ahem.’

The cough was very light, but to the teenager, it was like a life-saving straw.

‘Saya! Saya, you are still alive!’

It was a 6-year-old girl named Shaya, who was an orphan he rescued from the slave trader.

'Very good.'

The girl was not his miracle son, but the boy hugged her tightly in his arms: 'It's great...'

'You will be fine, you will be fine!'

Blood spilled all over the ground, but the boy ignored it. He held the girl and ran in the forest: 'I'll take you to see a doctor now, hold on, hold on!'

The Flower God fell, and although the young man was still powerful, he did not have any healing ability and could only rely on mortals.

"Boom~~"

The door slowly opened, and a woman in a queen's dress woven with flowers showed joy.

"His Majesty."

Her name is Helshaya, and she is the Queen of Spring among the four pillars of the Count of Thorns.

After ten years, when he saw his master again, Helshaya cried with joy: "You finally, finally..."

"His Majesty..."

Standing behind Helsaya was a young man in a white jacket. He combed his black hair into extremely long braids. Under his bangs, tears flashed in his pair of black eyes, and he was excitedly looking at his master who had not seen for a long time.

"Can this be done?"

The woman held the book, and she was quiet, but she was praying for the Count of Thorns in her heart.

Queen of Spring, the Adaya Fist Saint, and the Desolate Autumn, three national pillars under the command of Earl of Thorns, except General Dong, gathered here.

"It's worrying you."

The Count of Thorns stood behind the door, and it was obvious that it was just walking out. It was a very simple thing, but his legs were trembling.

In front of the door is a bright garden, but behind it is a lifeless inner hall, the cage that he has been trapped in for many years.

"You, you shouldn't force yourself."

Helshaya knew what happened to Count Thorns, and she saw the incident with her own eyes.

Therefore, Queen Spring feels very sorry for the Count of Thorns.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Earl of Thorn raised his hand and grabbed the door frame. He took a deep breath, fighting desperately against his inner fear.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing that the Count of Thorns was breathing violently, Helsaya hurried forward to support her.

"Need not."

However, the Count of Thorns gave her a relieved smile: "I have asked you to wait too long."

"I have to go to Yaton."

As he said that, Count Thorn mustered up the courage and finally took a step: "You can't let Lixue's corpse be there, I have to take him home..."

After many years, the dazzling light fell on the face of the Count of Thorns again. He raised his hand and subconsciously blocked part of the sunlight.

“So warm.”

The Count of Thorns looked at the ministers in the garden and said, "I have worried you all these years."
To be continued...