"In this era, the world presents its broken fate to the world. Lies, hope, truth, faith, and history that has been deliberately covered up are intertwined and complicated, making it impossible for mortals to make a choice. Therefore, right and wrong are especially important and precious. "
This was a starry sky that was completely different from Wohnde. The horizon was like a pitch black sphere with nothing in it, and the vast starry sky was inverted on this sphere. The twelve moons were parallel to the sky, and with their own trajectories, they formed twelve star fields. In these star fields, countless stars shone. However, among the stars, some were brighter than others, and some were dimmer. They were constantly extinguished and lit up, just like the lights of the mortal world.
Knudell looked up at the starry sky, and her face shone. The starlight outlined the curve of her face, and her ivory skin. Finally, it sank into her light silver eyes. She was a bit intoxicated by the starry sky. She had been traveling for years, but her appearance did not change much. She was still the same as when she was in her thirties. She even had to use magic to make herself look more mature. Her long hair was like a silver waterfall, and a pair of amethyst earrings shone on her earlobes. Below the crystals, there were some fine golden tassels.
"Teacher." A fifteen-year-old girl appeared behind her. She then lowered her head deeply and bowed. The young girl looked ordinary, and her appearance could not be considered outstanding. However, she had a special temperament that made people feel unfathomable. She was very quiet, but this kind of silence could not be said to be cold. The young girl's emerald eyes did not carry indifference or arrogance. There was only quietness, as if she was always awake and rational. This magnificent starry sky was no different from a rock in her eyes.
"I said that you don't have to call me teacher. Sophie, I didn't teach you anything. Your inheritance did not come from me. You were born with this name, and it has been for generations. Even without me, you would have become the witch of the thirteenth moon." Knudell turned around and looked at the little girl with the gaze of an elder. Although she said this, she still smiled happily.
Sophie did not answer. She straightened up and asked, "Teacher, why did you call me here?"
"Did you get used to it?"
"I'm used to it. The climate of Tónigel and Tosankard is not much different. Under the influence of the same Order, and under the protection of the World Tree, the Senians there are not too affected by the outside world. I didn't encounter any difficulties —"
"That's not what I'm asking you." Knudell shook her head in dissatisfaction. "I'm asking if my Sophie has found someone she likes in the new environment?"
"…"
The girl sensibly shut her mouth and pretended that she hadn't heard the question.
"Alright, alright, don't be angry." Knudell knew her student's temperament well and smiled mischievously. "I called you here because tonight is especially important. Look at the starry sky. This is probably the last time you'll see such a starry sky. Sophie, take a good look. Tonight may be the busiest night in the Witch Kingdom since the War of the Holy Saints. Many interests and conspiracies will be staged here, and the stars will be extinguished and then lit up again. An old era has passed, and a new era will rise from its ruins. "
"The tide of magic … has begun." Hundreds of billions of stars were reflected in Sophia's eyes. Hundreds of billions of stars were burning fiercely, telling a long story.
The light of the Sirius Constellation began to dim, and in contrast, the light of the Narrating Star began to waver.
Lonely High Hill.
Mephistopheles sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and picked up his sword. His hand held the scabbard in the air for a moment, then he silently put it down. As a Sword Saint who trained hard, he did not pursue luxury. The room he requested was always small, simple, and without any unnecessary decorations. Although he had an exclusive training room, he did not live there. His room only had a bed, a desk, and a chair. He sat on the edge of the bed, and the shadow of the bed extended infinitely in a certain direction, projecting a boundless space. The walls of the room had long disappeared, and he seemed to be sitting in a boundless dark space.
This was the Kingdom of Shadow, the Lonely High Hill, the territory of the Golden Sea.
Two figures appeared not far away from the Sword Saint of Ash. They were like two masses of squirming ink dripping from the air. In the process of dripping, they turned into human figures, and then revealed their faces and facial features. Gradually, they shed their colors and formed two people, one in front and one behind. Mephistopheles looked at the person in front of him, his face as calm as water. In a sense, that was his mortal enemy — the Emperor of the Empire, the Silver Queen Constance.
But he did not make a move, because there was another woman standing behind Constance. The woman looked like a noble lady that could be seen everywhere in the Empire. She wore a low-cut dress, and her hair was tied up high, revealing the snow-white and dazzling scenery from her neck to her chest. A string of glittering crystal necklace hung on her swan-like slender neck. It was so complementary, and there was no hint of a nouveau riche aura. It was as if such luxurious accessories should be used to embellish her pride and beauty. The woman was extremely tall, even among men. She was nearly two heads taller than the Silver Queen. In comparison, she looked like a female giant.
The female giant held a black object in her hand. Black liquid-like smoke constantly flowed out of the object. Wisps of smoke fell from her snow-white palm like a waterfall, merged into the ground, and converged into this boundless Shadow Sea.
That was the most famous magic tool of the Witch Clan — the Heart of Darkness, the heart of the Lone Wolf Golden Sea. In the Twilight War, the 13th generation of Despair Witches killed the Lone Wolf Golden Sea and used her heart to make a magic tool. This was the Heart of Darkness. Relying on the power of this magic tool, the witches of the Eternal Dark Moon were almost the strongest in the Kingdom of Witches, except for two eras.
In this era.
There were three strongest in the Kingdom of Witches, and this generation of Despair Witches could only be ranked second.
"Constance," Mephisto didn't have the intention to make a move, "Do you want to die?"
"In front of me, don't even think about touching my king," the female giant behind the Silver Queen spoke. Unexpectedly, her voice was very pleasant, but it was full of a strong sense of disdain. Seeing Mephisto look at her, the woman introduced herself, "Katrina, Witch of the Eternal Dark Moon, believer of the Lone Wolf Golden Sea."
Mephisto didn't have much interaction with the witches, but he had already learned about them from Brando. He frowned, "The power of the Extreme Realm, but there is already a faint aura of the Holy Realm?"
The female giant still wanted to say something, but Constance had already reached out a hand to interrupt her. The supreme of the Empire calmly looked at Mephisto and smiled, "Grand Duke, although I have heard of your name long ago, this is the first time I have seen you in person. I have long known about the grievances between you and the Empire, but if it wasn't for Anwei's message, I really wouldn't have known that you were by the side of Darius' grandson. No wonder he could grow to this point. "
She stretched out her hand again and stopped Mephisto from saying, "Don't worry, this is the Lonely High Hill, within the Kingdom of Witches, this is the world of dreams. You can't kill me, and of course, I believe that Katrina can't kill you either. I didn't come here today to find you to settle the grievances between the Empire and the Empire. The Empire has its interests, and you have your justice. Who is right and who is wrong, I believe it can't be said clearly with words."
"In that case, why are you still here?" Mephisto replied indifferently, "Is it because Her Majesty is too lonely and wants to find someone to chat with, or is it because she wants to find a new lover?"
Even with the self-restraint of the Silver Queen, she couldn't help but feel a trace of anger when she heard this sentence. This guy had been wandering outside for too long, she was afraid that he had forgotten the etiquette of nobility. She took a breath and replied coldly, "Of course, it's to stop you."
"Stop me?" The Ash Sword Saint raised his eyebrows, "I understand, you want to attack my student?"
"The legendary Ash Sword Saint's reaction is not as fast as expected." Katrina's sharp voice ridiculed.
Mephisto pretended to pat his cheeks and sighed, "But I still don't understand. Constance, you are the ruler of an empire. It doesn't seem worthwhile for you to attack a child personally. He's just a Count of a small country that you don't even care about. I really don't understand why you would mobilize so many people."
"You don't have to trick me, Mephisto. Speaking of the identity of Darius' grandson, I really don't need to pay so much attention to him. Even if it's the inheritance of the Dark Dragon, I'm not very eager to obtain it because I'm the Dark Dragon, and the Dark Dragon is me. Those inheritances are actually just external things to me at this moment."
"My Queen descended to the world, ruled the world, and knew the world —" The Golden Sea Witch lowered her head deeply, her face full of reverence.
"But everything that happened today was arranged by someone else," the Silver Queen continued, "She is the ruler of this country, and I have to carefully consider her opinion."
"The Queen of Witches, why?"
"Because she wants the stars to fall and establish a new, earthly country."
"The ideal of a lunatic." Mephisto shook his head disdainfully.
Constance put away the anger on her face and looked up at the starry sky that had unknowingly covered the sky, "This magnificent scene is rare to see. If you're not in a hurry, Mephisto, why don't you sit down with me and watch how it's played out?"
Mephistopheles gently shook his head and stood up from the side of the bed. As soon as he stood up, the pitch-black world beside the bed was naturally dispelled, and a lifeless gray slowly spread out in all directions with his feet as the center. He stretched out his hand, and the sword on the bed automatically flew into his palm. "In that case, I can't leave my student alone. I might have to fight with all my strength."
Atatrice seemed to have expected him to say this. She took a step forward and stood in front of the Silver Queen, "The Ash Sword Saint, I've long wanted to meet you. I don't know if you live up to your reputation."
Mephisto didn't answer, but there was a strange expression on his face.
… …
Country of the Dead, south of Bunosson, a lifeless forest.
Two witches, one old and one young, were looking up at the starry sky in front of a small wooden house in the forest. The stars were burning faster and faster, emitting a light that was thousands of times brighter than usual. These lights intertwined with each other, as if a massacre and war were playing out. The Sirius constellation was dim and lightless. The moon of the sword was actually shrouded in a huge shadow. The light of the Narrating Star was on the verge of collapse. A meteor streaked across the star field she was in. That was her companion star, and it had already disappeared into the endless darkness.
In the twinkling starry sky, small patches of emptiness began to appear, as if the universe had burned out, leaving behind only ashes.
… …
"Krull, you're courting death!" An Wei let out a miserable and furious howl that was like a she-wolf that was on the verge of death. Her face was covered in blood as a wound wound wound down her face and took away one of her eyeballs, whereas, the other wound was on her chest. That place was badly mangled now, and only a deep hole was left. The ice-cold corpses of a few young witches were strewn around the tent. The traces left behind by the previous battle had deeply changed this area. After the magic power dissipated in mid-air, it plowed out crisscrossing ravines on the ground.
An Wei suddenly laughed out loud as if she had gone crazy. "Hahaha." She pointed at The Shire, Babasha, and the sugar jar. She pointed at Krull and shrieked, "You want to put me under house arrest? That's impossible. You don't understand, don't understand the significance of this day to us. We will wash away the shadows of the past and support a true king. A new Witch Empress will be born, and just like the arrival of a king, this is the establishment of a new country. Everything of the past will be washed away. "
She took in large breaths, and her face revealed a sacred expression. She looked up at the empty night sky and said, "Death isn't scary. Come, death is just a new life. That benevolent and nearly foolish overlord of yours will never understand this."
The Shire looked at this scene with a complicated expression. He sighed and said, "But you still failed. Why do you insist on seeking death?"
"I failed …" An Wei gasped for breath. She stared at Krull who was behind everyone with a gaze of extreme hatred and complexity. Even though the witch of Moon Sword didn't suffer any injuries, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper. The mysterious magic power that symbolized witches was receding from her body like a tide. She quickly became old and weak, turning into a true ordinary person. But even so, Krull still had a cold expression. She didn't look over at all, as if everything that was happening before her eyes had nothing to do with her.
It was precisely this attitude that made An Wei feel hurt and angry. "… It's because of betrayal. I don't understand what possessed all of you. In order to destroy our king's plan, you actually didn't hesitate to use such a forbidden technique. You gave up your identity as an inheritance witch. Krull, are you willing to accept this?"
Krull finally turned her head back.
She looked at her former companion as if she was looking at a dead dog. "This is fate, An Wei."
An Wei widened her eyes.
It was as if she had died with a grievance.
The middle-aged witch silently turned around. With her back facing The Shire, she said weakly, "I'm no longer a witch, Mr. The Shire. From today onwards, the inheritance of the witch of Moon Sword will be transferred. We're no longer in control of her fate because the Witch Nation has been completely rebuilt. This kind of battle isn't only happening here, but also in many other places. From today onwards, the Bunosson will no longer be the Bunosson of the past. "
She paused for a moment. "The tide of magic … is descending. I can feel its majestic pressure."
"Are you leaving, Miss Krull?" The Shire was startled for a moment before he asked.
"I'm no longer a witch. It's no longer suitable for me to stay by the king's side. I'll choose the place where I'll be buried, alone."
The Shire extended his hand to stop this woman. "Miss Krull, since you're no longer a witch, then you don't need to follow the fate of a witch. Right now, you're an ordinary person, a citizen of Erouine. I believe that our Lord won't let a citizen fend for herself just because she's too old and weak. Moreover, you've also made outstanding contributions for us."
Krull was slightly startled.
She raised her head, and the gloomy gaze in her sunken eyes stopped on this young man.
"Anwei is right about one thing. Your Feudal Lord is too softhearted."
She said.
In the night sky of Bunosson, the Sirius Constellation had already been burned to ashes. The Star of Narration had shattered into pieces. The two stars had turned into countless rays of light that scattered into the pitch-black sky. However, at the place where the two stars had fallen, there was a slender new star that was slowly rising.
…
That night, in Arreck's Eagle City, a little girl named Mikaya dreamed that she had picked up a golden scepter from a pitch-black forest.
The name of that scepter was Qaath — Ancient Runes, Supreme.
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