In the fog, the black-haired boy stared at the blood-red name that suddenly changed the environment. Although he couldn't see the person clearly due to the fog, just the name alone was enough to cause a huge impact on Luo Ya.
Roy Akat.
This was an unforgettable name for the Akat family. It represented one of the most prosperous periods of the family.
Vincent's era was too far away from the present. In the past few hundred years, the Akat family leaders had tied the glory of the family to Roy, the chosen one. Luo Ya could be said to have grown up listening to Roy's stories since he was a child.
Luo Ya, who understood Roy's journey, naturally knew that this ancestor had also studied at St. Freya Academy. However, there were no records of the specific situation in the Akat family. As for encountering such a thing during the opening ceremony, Luo Ya thought about it before, but he didn't care.
There was no other reason other than the probability was too low.
St. Freya Academy had been established for more than nine hundred years, and the number of Ringbearers was estimated to be more than a thousand. The possibility of encountering a family member was negligible, and it was still unclear whether Roy was an Ringbearer or not.
From a certain point of view, Luo Ya's thoughts were correct. He didn't encounter Roy through the normal channels, but it was obvious that the current situation was abnormal. The return after defeating the Ringbearer didn't trigger, but instead seamlessly connected to the hills and plains.
Recently, there were strange fluctuations in the mysterious realm.
Chris's words echoed in the boy's mind, and Luo Ya immediately became alert. The mysterious realm only had one effect on the night of the devil, and that was to nullify death and injury. Then, after the fluctuations, would this function still exist?
Luo Ya didn't know the answer to this question, and he didn't want to use his life to verify it. He stared at the blood-red light that represented the killing intent, and almost reflexively, the curse power exploded. Sensing the threat from the outside world, the Gulan Daer and Pei Tela had already made their move.
"This feeling … It's also the [Crown]."
"Little guy! Get behind me! "
A hoarse and dignified voice and an anxious female voice came one after another. Gulan Daer's huge body appeared at the forefront, and the giant snake made of rocks used its body to encircle the youth. The two ancient gods looked forward at the same time, and under everyone's gaze, the fog that covered the figures finally dissipated slowly.
Under the fog, a young man with long black hair appeared. He was tall and slender, wearing an old-fashioned suit from a few hundred years ago. He wore boots, and there were a few medals of honor pinned on his chest. His long cape and black hair fluttered in the breeze, and his golden eyes shone like stars, adding a layer of dignity to his slightly weak face. It even gave him a feeling of finishing a dragon.
So beautiful.
When the fog dissipated, Luo Ya felt the most direct and truest feeling in the bottom of his heart.
The black-haired youth was stunned. He never thought that Roy Akate, the ancestor of his family more than three hundred years ago, would actually kill him at first sight in this unknown secret realm. His black hair fluttered in the fog, and a strong sense of danger and a weak face complemented each other. This sharp contrast and unique temperament brought Luo Ya a shock that was almost comparable to Ai Lisi and the others.
From the medals on the chest of his clothes, when Roy obtained the shadow, he should have been attending a grand ceremony in the academy, so he didn't bring any weapons. This was undoubtedly good news, but with the bloodline of the Akate family, whether or not he had a weapon didn't affect his combat strength much.
Luo Ya stared at the figure in the distance with a myriad of thoughts in his heart. As if sensing Luo Ya's gaze, the black-haired youth raised his head slightly.
The moment the golden eyes met, Luo Ya's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly had an extremely wonderful feeling. At the same time, Pei Tela's shout suddenly sounded.
"Not good! Don't look at his eyes! "
Mother Earth reacted quickly, but it was too late. The moment he looked at Roy's eyes, Luo Ya's consciousness seemed to float out of his body, and there was a sense of unreality. His movements and expressions seemed to freeze at this moment, and his curse power rapidly decreased. The light on his body was extinguished visibly.
The shouts of Gulan Daer and Pei Tela could not reach his ears. The bodies of the two ancient gods disintegrated as Luo Ya's curse power contracted. When the breeze blew again, there was nothing around the youth on the hill. On the other side, the black-haired youth also stepped forward and strolled in the direction of Luo Ya.
Illusion, this was an ancient curse that had existed since ancient times. But with the passage of time, the ancient fantasy creatures gradually died out, and this terrifying curse gradually declined as it was lost.
The scariest thing about illusions was that they were silent and hard to break, especially when the enemy was alone. The ancient illusions were the curse of death, burying the enemy in the blink of an eye.
Ranks were meaningless in front of this ancient curse, and the effect of bloodline was minimal. Illusion was an examination of one's heart. Whether it was a high and mighty god or a mediocre mortal, they were all equal. At this time, Luo Ya had fallen into a long dream.
At this time, Luo Ya was sitting in a seat in the cinema, staring at the constantly changing screen in a daze.
The soft seat made him feel very comfortable, the surround stereo sound had a sense of sophistication, and the fragrance in the air was relaxing. Luo Ya's mind was blank, like a disk waiting for content to be recorded. The constantly changing image in front of him was the data, and the youth naturally began to watch it.
It was a short but long story that belonged to the youth alone. The realization of his own fate, the pursuit of the cultists, the mountains of corpses on the streets of the Holy Capital, the blood on the deck of the ocean, the destructive disasters and unknown enemies, and difficulties appeared one after another, as if there was no end to them.
Looking at the busy youth, Luo Ya could not help but think:
This should be enough, right?
How long more do I have to work hard?
It's almost time to rest.
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