The ghost prince Brenas Tanshul watched an owl escape from the hunting and quietly swooped down against the night sky shrouded in the darkness of the ghost city.

A mouse that was coming out of the hole for food noticed the danger, but it was too late in the moment of lightning.

As the raptor's claws pierced its pocket body, the rodent squeaked in pain for the last time.

Although the result of death is very fast, the process is undoubtedly difficult.

"Beautiful job, little hunter."

Brenas sat alone on a bench beside the clear pool and nodded satisfied to the eating owl.

The fatal blow to the prey is always unexpected. Over the past years, Brenas has refined this experience, and so are the rest of the arcane masters in the Ghost City.

Then, he turned his eyes again to the manuscript placed between his knees.

This is the broken manuscript he obtained recently. Through the secret method and the history of Naserel, he carefully verified it and obtained an important piece of information.

This is a set of records written by the great arcane Opus, who lived in the ancient Naseril Empire and founded the Azuma Floating City, which was once the academic center of Naseril.

Although the contents of this broken manuscript are disorderly and nonsense, these things can be said to be nonsense compared to any other note.

But Brenas thought the record was valuable, and unexpectedly discovered that it recorded that in the last few days of the year of the Broken Magic Net, the great arcane Opus had shown a color-resistant scroll that recorded the knowledge of the construction.

It is said that in the library of Silver Moon City, a magic book left by the great arcane Opus during his lifetime is also stored.

If he finds this book, he can confirm the crash location of the floating city Azuma through tracking or prophecy.

In this way, you can find this color-resistant scroll.

Silver Moon City?

Brenas regressed when he mentioned this name.

Because with his strength, it is impossible to forcefully enter this city.

Besides, this is just a legend, and no one can guarantee that the information recorded by the Great Arcane in the library of Silver Moon City will be able to be stored until now.

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"Pain is real, but false pain is also easy to texture."

——The last record of the great arcane Opus

Real pain...

For some reason, when I saw these words, Brenas, a file scholar who had been searching for secrets and rumors of divine power for a long time, felt an inexplicable heartache.

He is a file scholar who explores the profound origins of the legend of divine power from adventure and archaeology.

But whenever he finds clues about the fallen floating city ruins, this inexplicable heartache will arise.

It always makes him involuntarily recall the history of the year of the Broken Magic Web.

After a sigh, the ghost prince stood up from the bench and looked at everything in the floating city in admiration.

He heard the chanting and praying of the pastors of the Lost Lady Shar, and the laughter and noise of children playing outside the high walls.

There was a moment.

He wished he could play barefoot with them outside, panting in tattered clothes, without a past or a future.

Once upon a time, the ground of the floating city of Sultansa was still a place where mountains and mausoleums were crisscrossed, flowers bloomed in plains, and deep rivers surging.

There are huge black towers towering among the magnificent gray and blue peaks, and cities with distinct flags floating in the clouds.

Later scholars called it the "greatest kingdom in human history" or the "arcane empire"!

Over the past decades, the territory of the empire has become a desert filled with wild sand.

Today, most casters in the City of Ghosts call it 'our land'.

This name is like a prayer, as if it can be realized as long as it is spoken by words.

"That is the land inherited by our Naserel Empire. Although it was destroyed by the conspiracy of Ferin Mokui, it will always belong to us and no one can take it away."

Brenas recalled the history introduced by the mentors in the Arcane Academy to the students, and involuntarily cursed himself.

As someone who once witnessed the destruction of the empire with his own eyes, he knew the truth of the entire incident.

During the period of the Naserel Empire, his father, the Supreme King Terramante, after long-term research, allowed arcaneists to gain a certain understanding of a new magical origin that did not originate from the magic net, and began to contact it.

Its origin is an unsolved puzzle, and the arcanes call it: Shadow Magic Net.

At that time, no arcane in the Ghost City fully understood the ins and outs of this substitutable magic source. They only knew that it drew unpredictable energy from the shadow plane.

In order to obtain these energy more widely and to promote the research of Shadow Magic Network, the Supreme King moved the floating city to the border between the material world and the shadow plane, and was located between the morning light and the twilight.

During that period, the floating city, which was continuously suppressed by gray tones, had not seen the clear sunshine of the material world for several years.

Living in the darkness has not caused much inconvenience to Brenas. He only regards this as a small price. After all, they have gained their uniqueness in the field of magic.

Of course, Aidona's idea was the opposite.

His lover hated the darkness of the city, and if it weren't for Brenas, she would have abandoned it long ago.

She seized every opportunity to beg him to use magic, teleporting them to the great plains below which were soaked in the sun.

There, she was free to run and play among the rolling green waves and purple flowers.

When he thought of her long hair shining in the sunlight, he couldn't help but smile...

Without a pre-warning, the once familiar magic net was suddenly erased from all traces.

Brenas still remembers that scene deeply.

Empty occupied his body.

Although he still felt the existence of the Shadow Magic Net in vain, the disappearance of the Magic Net-its original owner-teared it tore half of its essence apart.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! That morning, the spell prepared by Brenas disappeared from his memory and was completely erased.

He opened his mouth and screamed, but he only let out a difficult breath. His ears buzzed and his eyes sucked, as if there was a piece of red charcoal inside.

He knelt on his head and knelt on the ground, trying to pull it off his neck to stop the death-induced pain and fill in the void brought by forgetting.

The secondary trick of maintaining the ecology in his yard was immediately paralyzed after a few bangs. The gorgeous dripping fountain ended the perpetual gushing under the support of magic.

He worked hard to make red and green gemstone flying dragons carefully made for Aidona, and also planted them into the lawn, and the artificial light source that illuminated the pasture suddenly became dim.

In one thought.

He found that all the magic that relies on the material world and the magic net were invalid.

To put it more clearly, except for the magic effect triggered by the Shadow Magic Net in the experiment, the rest of the magic spells in the ghost city are collapsing.

How could this happen? He wanted to shout, but he could only whimper.

At her feet, the mountain at the site of the Yinhun City began to collapse, and Brenas's stomach was shaken and the afternoon tea was not in her throat.

He swallowed it back, and during this time he tasted a bit of bile.

Birds of all kinds of feathers rushed out of the treetops, and the ferns in his yard flew around in pieces. The voles discarded the sinking ship of the Yinhun City to save their lives and escape.

Exclamations and screams resounded throughout the city, and even in the secluded courtyard of Brenas, it could be heard sincerely. It sounded that screams had become the only melody in the city.

The ghost city is almost over...

Brenas was seized by pain and fear, and was quietly waiting to end their final blow.

After a few minutes of heart-wrenching palpitations, the collapse of Yinhun City gradually became slower, and finally stopped completely.

Brenas felt nervous again, but he was still panicked and couldn't figure out what was going on.

Shadow magic!

The disappearance of the magic net did not affect the operation of the magic net. His father saved the ghost city from the doom of crashing.

When he realized this, Brenas's spirit even peeked at the other floating cities of Neserel, falling to the surface with the failure of the floating magic.

Their doomsday disaster will occur under the shining sunlight, and the remnant life of the Yinhun City will come in endless dimness.

Success is the magic net, failure is the magic net.

The rest of the Aerial City, witnessed by the great power of the Arcanist of Naserier, was in the end just a bone-burying hill for millions of creatures.

The city began its second round of settlement, and this time the speed slowed down, and Brenas's satisfaction suddenly disappeared.

Obviously, Shadow Magic Network itself is not enough to support the entire city.

Brenas speculated at the time that the Supreme Palace had been constantly connecting enough shadow magic to maintain the floating state of the Ghost City.

Brenas stopped his frustration. If he could do it, he would have joined them long ago, thrown away the spider web above his head, bear the loss of losing the magic web, and use his considerable magic skills to help them.

But when the magic net collapsed, his teleportation spell was also forgotten, and it took half an hour to cross the city with his feet.

When you get there, life or death will be a sure thing.

The city is still sinking, and its speed is gradually increasing, and it may have dropped by a thousand feet.

Everything will end. When it hits the ground, no one can escape. Even if the disaster fails, people will die in subsequent sudden disasters.

The surface of the top of the half-side of the Yinhun City is uneven, so even if you try to slow down the sinking speed, it is impossible to land smoothly: the city will tilt greatly, and countless people will be killed by collapsed buildings and walls.

Brenas was eager to see Aidona.

If he has to die, he will also be with his beloved.

"Edona!!!..."

A shout that came out of nowhere, like a tornado whistling from the south, drowning his voice.

The force of this sound hit the Yinhun City like a big hammer, like a storm destroying a lonely boat in the ocean.

Brenas fell into the grass and cursed in panic. He could still remember the sound of Karthas.

"Misriel! I want to take over your power!" Karthas's rumbling voice came, his words were like the sound of heaven.

Although the Yinhun City is still sinking, its shaking has become weaker.

Brenas, who was lying on the ground, held his hands and feet and looked up with difficulty.

"Kalsas, go ahead and you arrogant idiot!" he cursed hatefully.

The doomsday of Neseril was facilitated by Karthas.

Kalsas's voice broke through the air like thunder. This time Brenas only heard Kalsas' sob and endless despair.

For a moment, he suddenly understood him a little...

Like lightning flashed, Karthas's crying stopped, and the whole world seemed to be waiting for it.

There was no sound ever since.

The ghost city still fell toward the surface.

Brenas remembered his love, and he jumped up and ran towards the room.

Before he could run to the room, Adona ran out of the house by herself.

Her long red hair danced behind her, her skin was pale, and Brenas had never seen her turquoise eyes with her green eyes.

When she needed even a little comfort, she didn't even have a little basic shadow magic. "Brenas, something happened to the Magic Net!"

He ran closer to her and hugged her with his arms, "I know."

She moved aside, stared into his eyes and said, "Then this city..."

He shook his head sadly, and her eyes changed at this established fact.

"So...we are dead? What happened?" Brenas was reluctant to answer her first question, nor could he answer the second one.

Karthas must have done something...

Aidona always stared into the distance.

Thinking of the many days they spent in the Violet Flower Gardens in the plain below, today's burial place, his eyes were filled with tears and he hugged her again.

"We will meet those flowers, my dear. We will, I promise." She sobbed and threw herself on his shoulder, Brenas tried not to let the tears flow.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The ghost city continues to fall.

Brenas didn't answer anymore, just hugged his sob lover.

He knew that they had little time, and he wanted to tell Aidona how much he loved her, and to quietly tell her that it was her existence that made the bleak life in the twilight tolerable.

But he couldn't say it, and even such a situation could not be spoken.

Silently, he stroked her long hair and hugged her tightly.

Finally, Edona took her arms away from his arms and looked straight into his eyes, and the tears on her smile were clearly visible in the darkness.

Aidona was about to speak, and silence suddenly came, as if their ears were filled with wax.

The dark sky became darker, and the air seemed to be filled with charge.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice scattered.

She took out of Brenas' arms and looked west, and out of curiosity, he turned to look west.

Above the city, the sky was curling, and the twilight of the ghost city was cut open by a darker background, and the black and brown spiral rings rippled in the sky, expanding towards them.

A large number of small tornadoes formed, rushed in front of the black sky, forming a loyal advance team of destruction.

They were a little big enough to destroy the house, some of the roofs were lifted off, and they flew into the air.

Brenas immediately understood what was going on.

They dragged the city completely into the shadow plane.

Storms are vortexes of planes, and they are widely present at the borders of planes.

At the same time, he realized that the Ghost City was no longer descending.

Moving towards the depth of the shadow plane must have strengthened the power of the Supreme King Shadow Magic, and the city has been temporarily preserved.

He happily took Adona into his arms.

The shock on her face made him stalemate.

"No." She said, taking a step back from him.

"I can't live like this." She looked at the empty void and pointed to all the scenery in the ghost city.

The dark, colorless curtain approached, and a strange sound came first, not silence, but a passive sound.

Even the destruction storm processed by the rampant plane hurricanes became dull.

"We can't do anything, Aidona, I love."

He stretched out a hand toward her, and when she retreated again, he could only try his best to suppress the sadness in his expression and voice.

"Otherwise you have to die. Don't do anything randomly, Aidona."

A certain force in her body seemed to burst out. Her eyes were filled with sadness as she spoke, and her voice was filled with solemnity of holding back the tears.

"I don't care, Brenas, don't you understand? I can't stand such a life anymore, I'd rather die. I stayed for you, just because of you, we have lived in the dark for too long, I..."

Suddenly, both of them felt the return of the Magic Net.

Magic Net is restored!

Brenas's soul was enriched again, and the previously exhausted magic flow has now flowed into his body like a torrent.

He grinned.

Aidona also laughed excitedly, recited a group of spells, and ascended from the ground into the sky, "We are saved, Brenas! Oh, thanks to the goddess of fate!"

At this moment, the ghost city under his feet suddenly shaked unsteadily, and the sky was completely covered by darkness.

Brenas looked up from afar, and the dark and bleak curtain of the shadow surface had already unfolded.

Although the magic net has been restored, the Supreme King is still pulling the Yin Soul City into the shadow plane.

Brenas believed that this explanation was more reasonable, because in the moment, the darkness surging between the two planes accelerated and the hurricane became more and more violent.

Under the raging wind, the entire building flew into the sky.

"Edona! Enter the room and stay in the wine cellar, hurry!"

"Adona, look! Look!" Brenas pointed at the surging plane boundary, "Down, this is our only chance!"

"I can't do it, Brenas," she cried in the rising cyclone: ​​"I can't stand such a life anymore, I'd rather die. I stayed for you, just because of you, we have lived in the dark for too long, and I don't want to stay in the shadow plane forever."

She looked at the flowing darkness, her face turned pale.

A strong wind blew, blowing her towards the eyes of the wind.

Brenas' throat choked and he squeezed out the spell of flying magic from his mouth.

However, Aidona quickly stabilized her figure.

"I love you, Brenas, I will always love you. But, I can't stay here anymore."

Brenas didn't want to let go easily, so he flew towards her, "Wait, Adona. Please, my dear. Don't leave me!"

She distanced him from him and didn't want him to get too close.

Another gust of wind came, and this time the wind was even stronger, and she was blown to drift horizontally.

"Edona!"

He followed with the maximum effect of his spell, and she was being rolled helplessly into the tide of darkness.

She screamed in panic, and could hear it clearly even in the storm of the plane.

Before she could touch the darkness, a plane hurricane mixed with gravel of destroyed buildings caught up with her, and her figure disappeared in the wind pillar.

Brenas chanted her name in vain, circled around the hurricane as close as possible, and tried his best to keep it hanging in the whistling wind.

Darkness enveloped him, but he didn't care at all.

His perception became numb, his hearing became dull, and his vision became blurred.

Apparently, they entered the shadow plane.

The Vision was lifeless, but the pain of his loss of Adona was unprecedentedly sharp.

The migration to the shadow world ended, and the plane hurricanes also disappeared like their rapid generation.

The wood chips fell to the ground, and Edona.

Brenas flew to her.

He chanted her name over and over again, but could not make her make a sound.

Her body was bent by the terrifying power of the hurricane and scratched by the fragments of the building. She lay on the ground, without an inch of her skin being intact.

He picked her up with his arms and cried loudly.

…………

"Pain is real, but false pain is also easy to texture..."

Brenas opened his eyes and unconsciously recalled the painful memory, and couldn't help but burst into tears.

After a long silence...

He put away the broken manuscript and subconsciously looked towards Mokou Town.

He watched yesterday's battle from beginning to end, and he had enough reason to doubt the lord of Mokou Town named Brian.

He originally wanted to go to Mokou Town to try to get in touch with the other party.

But when you think of the remaining manuscripts of the great arcane Opus, as well as the ruins of Azuma's floating city and a possible color-resistant scroll about the knowledge of the construction.

He decided to go to Silver Moon City.
Chapter completed!