No, maybe after this time, the other party will realize something.

For the first time, 'Abu Maduo' felt a little regretful. It seemed cheap to choose this man. The dark magic power he produced and the sustainable magic power he produced were also very stable, but the inherent impression of this man who was too useless in the past was very It is easy to make other familiar people have other feelings.

"The matter of Barbard must begin as soon as possible..."

The group of believers was wiped out by an unknown raider, and 'Abu Mador' had no good solution for the time being, so he could only ask for some support from the people above.

"If it can be successful, perhaps, it will be able to complete the battle."

No matter how strong the raiders in this world are, as long as the ceremony is completed and the Heavenly Father is brought to this world, any strength is nothing but a joke in front of the Heavenly Father.

"Hope, it's really the last time."

He stood there, silent for a long time. He lived from a distant era to the present era. He betrayed the king he served with his relatives and friends, and experienced countless wars with those alien races that he looked down upon. To be honest...

He is very tired.

Even, some regretted the decision back then.

He thought of some people, those who once floated in the night sky, those who shared their ideals together, those who practiced magic together on the plateau

"Hilde, if it goes well this time, I can bring Fran to you in advance."

Thinking of those years, the people who sacrificed themselves in Almatolan to lead the coming of the heavenly father, the man whose real name is Ysunan closed their eyes. They resisted Solomon and gave everything.

But now, there is no feeling of happiness at all, and what is left to them is only endless sorrow.

Fran, who hated Solomon for taking her husband away, set off wars in various countries time and time again, trying to let the flames of war destroy this land, but created the miracle of this world with his own hands, Sinbad.

For some reason, Ysu Nan suddenly felt that those who stayed behind might become stepping stones for certain people and purposes, just like Fran.

They are old and no longer suitable for this era.

For Ysnan, the reason for him to pray to the Father is no longer to seek true freedom, nor is it to seek endless revenge against King Solomon.

but simply

complete a mission.

then.

You can sleep peacefully and you'll be fine.

preferably...

The kind that can never wake up again.

ps: Let’s finish writing this volume first. At present, you suggest that there are... Devil’s High School, Nanoha, and Godslayer. You can continue to mention more, as long as you don’t jump directly to the scripts of Majin and Hakoba. In theory In other words, things like Blood Devouring Strike are also possible, but how about Blood Devouring Strike... It feels like a tower defense game, a bit boring.

Chapter 772: The black that drowns the light, the light that pierces the black. (Chapter 4K)

Chapter 772: The black that drowns the light, the light that pierces the black.

Leaving the Barbad Palace, although in the end I didn't figure out exactly what was being prepared in the Barbad Palace.

But at least, through the known information, it can be confirmed that something is indeed brewing inside the palace.

"Maybe it's the same as it was during Magnostad's time."

Su Mo recalled the part of the story of Magnoth Ted, the country of magicians, which divided human beings into three, six, and nine classes of existence. The lowest level of foolish people is the unit that is locked in the dark underground and contributes magic power.

The second is merchants and craftsmen with labor force and productivity.

On top of that are the politicians who maintain the national system and manage the country, but above the heads of these politicians.

There are also higher-ranking people named Magisters who possess the supreme status. The concept is that they treat low-level people as livestock, producers as slaves, and politicians as sheepdogs. They are A god-like existence aloft.

The extremely strict class stratification, from the beginning of a newborn's aptitude to check whether there is magic power at the beginning of birth, determines the destination of a lifetime, and striving for anything upward is nothing but empty talk in this country.

This extreme class struggle breeds a lot of resentment, hatred, endless chain

In the underground of Magnostat, the magic power bred by the domesticated magic power providers was easily soaked into pitch black, creating a huge source of pollution equivalent to the sum of the magic power of hundreds of thousands of people.

Through this source of pollution, the group of people on Bafangxing had the confidence to lead Heavenly Father from that world.

"The situation here seems to be not far behind, and I'm afraid Yisu Nan's purpose is exactly the same."

In the final analysis, the ultimate goal of Bafangxing is to let the fallen heavenly father completely devour everything and return the world to its original origin, although it is impossible to understand the special meaning of pursuing death one by one.

However, it is obvious that these people are terrorists in the true sense. They are not afraid of death, and they will do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals.

The most troublesome enemy is this.

"It's more trouble than fanatics."

The belief of the fanatics is to desire the most fanatical rewards. They are eager to go to the residence of God after death, to the kingdom of God for those who yearn for them, and to praise and reward their pious life, just like excellent employees of enterprises waiting for the end of the year Review general concepts.

But the people of Bafangxing are different. From the beginning to the end, their purpose is just to let Bafangxing come, destroy everything, and bring the world back to its original state.

in other words

They don't ask for anything in return, they are just fanatics who simply pursue their beliefs.

This kind of guy, nothing can threaten them.

If I have to describe it, yes, it's like the smell in the toilet. You want to stay away from them, but you will eventually get close to them.

"Next, we need to speed up the pace."

Bafangxing already knew of his own existence, and there was nothing to hide next. It was time for the revolutionary army to swallow the Barbad Palace.

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