Then the face gradually changed, turning into a burning shadow, a majestic gaze burst out from the shadow, piercing into the depths of her soul.

Selina screamed—

An unbearable tingling of division seemed to come from her soul, and the gray flames seemed to split her into two, and a shadow rose from it.

The scattered and unparalleled divine fire drifted around, and some of them even flew directly to the pilo.

The unpredictable shadow floated in the air, forming a cloud covering the sky. There seemed to be thousands of gazes hidden in the shadows, and countless consciousnesses and souls struggled and screamed.

And the owner of the shadow was converging every gaze to the square pulp below.

The Thousand Eyes Demon Lord, the Master of the Immortal Soul, and the Lord of the Soul-Devouring Lord - Amatus. Fang Rong was not surprised when he saw this dark lord. In fact, he had long known that the Dark Saints could not allow a young pawn to ascend to the gods. They themselves covet the divine fire and stared at this place at all times.

It was just that Selina didn't realize this. She was watching the scene in despair, and then she realized that her fantasy was just a dream from the beginning.

"You... lied to me..."

"We have never deceived you, nor did we want to deceive you," a cold voice came from the shadow. "It's just that you are not strong enough and not cunning enough that you cannot take away what should belong to you from us."

"You can't bully others yourself, and realize that power is false, that the world is always just, and it treats everyone equally."

Amatus replied coldly, then it faced the pilos: "What about you, young man, what is your story?"

"My story," Fang Yu raised his head and replied, "Defeat you."

A sharp laughter came from the shadows.

The gray flames were flying all over the sky, floating to both sides equally, but Fang Zhu was not in a hurry. He knew that the competition was not about who first or who came later.

But all destiny has long been decided, and from the beginning of the story, the end of the story is destined, and now the only one who decides all of this.

It is the story they wrote at the beginning of the story.

Will the one he found from the branches of thousands of fate lead to the path to success in the end and rewrite the fate of the giant tree hill?

Now, fate has given his choice.

Fang Zhu gently stretched out his hand to the flame.

"Ed!" When his fingertips touched the ashes, he heard Miss Etira calling his name worriedly.

But Fang Yu turned around and smiled at the Elf Miss, then his fingertips sank into the flame, and read everything about the past from the flame.

It's like a stone throwing into the sea of ​​light.

Ripples arise over the sea of ​​light.

The ripples spread in circles until they pass through every node in the world. The resonance of the Ethereal Realm seems to indicate the birth of a god.

Just like a storm rising above the new sea, fate hangs down the green branches, the ancient Su Sheng and the cycle of death are back on track again.

From the ancient shadows, a fate has just passed through the beginning and the end.

The entire giant tree hill was shaking violently, and the gray branches everywhere seemed to be revived and began to grow wildly, occupying every inch of land.

The resisting people watched in despair as the boundary of disaster spread forward, the port turned into ruins in the gray waves, and the civilized world was entering the last dusk.

But at that moment—

A ray of sky light crossed the sky, and in the middle of the twitching branches, dazzling light bloomed in the air, and the stars like raindrops fell from the sky.

Countless gray matter creatures died in the meteor shower.

"It's the Dragon Knight!"

"The Dragon Knights are here-"

The military and civilians of Yinfeng Port looked at the stars appearing in the air in despair, and the already desperate faces shone again with the brilliance of hope.

"Mr. Karandil," Fine's voice was excited outside of Silver Wind Harbor, "It's the Dragon Knight!"

Karandil reached out to stop her, and he had actually recognized that it was the Dragon Knight of Eternal Night - Wyrm.

And the other person in the air, Ericson.

He turned around, drew his sword, and said to the unicorn girls: "You hide it here, I'll go back."

"Mr. Karandil, are you going?"

"I'll go fight."

The hometown of the fairy, Rotchel—

Ming was watching the land of fairy that had turned into a sea of ​​fire in the air. She raised her hand and light doors opened behind her one by one.

The goblins flew into the air and chattered around the war lord, the number one of the ten kings, thanking her for helping them.

"Don't argue with me." Ming said to these little guys helplessly.

"Okay, OK," the little goblins were still optimistic at this time, and only regarded the fire as a joke. "Ms. Ming is our friend and the best human being!"

But not everyone can be optimistic about the setting sun of civilization.

As the hill of giant trees was stepping into the night from the long day of the day. Before the long night, its residents were watching the last sunset on the land.

The Paparals looked up and watched as the darkness gradually enveloped the earth. The firelight in the distance became more and more obvious in the night. The attacks in the gray area rushed forward, and the army of the insect king Karsak had appeared on the front line.

The world of death was tearing a crack from the hill of giant trees, and a large army of darkness continued to emerge from it.

He swallowed, feeling a little overwhelmed for the first time. The name of the Nightingale King seemed not so easy to use at this moment.

But Parker suddenly realized that the first thing he thought of at this moment was actually a smile.

That woman, will there be nothing wrong with her?

The Paparals showed a few worried expressions and turned around to the direction of the Elf Court - the person that those guys believed.

What is he doing?

Will a miracle happen again?

He didn't want to have such thoughts, but it is undeniable that the Paparals realized that they were willing to believe it at this moment.

The center of the elves.

In the hall where the king was, there was no one here at this moment, and the eldest princess Melfina had already brought the son of Ruguang to put out the fire everywhere.

There was only a lonely king above the throne. Aloris was slowly taking off the seal ring from his hand and putting it on the handrail beside him.

He sat quietly in the darkness, as if he had returned to a certain moment in the past, the silver hair on his head was rapidly turning gray and wrinkles appeared on the elf's face.

And in that dream, he finally saw the face he had been thinking about day and night:

"Zoya."

“I did something wrong.”

In the holy woods, the great saint of Hemwall seemed to feel that inspiration at the same moment, and she silently looked into the air-

A cloud was covering the entire giant tree hill, and Amatus was forcibly projecting himself into this world through the door of the holy tree.

Millions of eyes are staring at the earth.

But the Great Saint also took off a ring, then turned around and looked at Arsana who was struggling to support her: "Your Highness, please support me, the fate of the giant tree hill is connected with you and me."

She gently threw the ring in her hand into the door. The big saint's body was getting smaller and turned back into the appearance of a dragon soul.

Then she closed her eyes and turned into a crystal and fell from the air.

But Lian Alsana could no longer feel this scene. In fact, she could no longer hear any voices from outside.

The elf princess always held the holy sword in her hand tightly. One end of the holy sword was inserted into the land under her feet. She looked pale, but she kept keeping the door open.

Her hands and part of her body have almost become the same gray branches as the door.

Zukur looked at this scene silently - the lord of the Sun Shadow Land had already left and devoted himself to the battle of the gray tide.

At this moment, the young dragon knight also chose to turn around and walk backwards.

"You're not guarding me?" Zuliana looked at his back and spoke.

"Zulianna, please do it yourself."

The dragon knight left a word.

In the holy woods, a sword saint was also taking off the ring from his hand and watching it fall into the soil and gradually turning into ashes.

With the memories of the two stars of that era, everything turned into dust.

He pulled out his sword, looked at the disaster branch in the sky, and then turned into a stream of light and flew towards that direction.
Chapter completed!