God seal

The fact that the Elf Queen was able to tease them face to face made it seem that Archie's previous speculation was overwhelmed.

The mage apprentice seemed embarrassed for a moment. In fact, it is not a pleasant experience to speak ill of others and be pointed out in person.Fortunately, the queen seemed to have had enough of teasing them, and said seriously: "You guessed it right, we really don't need food. Even I haven't eaten normally for nearly a thousand years. However, this doesn't mean we don't need food. energy to sustain life."

Searle realized at once that she was going to tell him more secrets about the world.

Sure enough, only the queen sighed.

"As you can see, there is no food here that can satisfy the hunger of normal people. In this environment, even if we have not degenerated into Naga, we still have to make some changes in order to survive." She also brought some green Green eyes flashed, "We can only choose to eat in another way."

【We have to go. There are too many 'baits', and demons that we can't deal with will soon be attracted. 】

Hearing the reminder in his ear, Searle withdrew his thoughts from his memories. He watched the dark-skinned abyssal elves pick up white demon crystals from the ground, which were not only their weapons, but also the means to maintain their lives. food".That's right, they must feed on demons in order to survive-by absorbing the energy in the demon crystals, they grow and reproduce, and reproduce.No one can easily accept this shocking way of life.Searle also noticed that the abyssal elves around him looked gloomy and uneasy.They survived through this ugly method, but they were afraid of being disgusted and rejected by others.

[I will explain to them. 】

Searle glanced at the compatriots in the sea of ​​trees on one side, comforted the abyss elf, and walked towards Polis.

"I'm relieved to see you're fine."

Polis smiled at him, "I'm not troubled by this difficulty. You know, I haven't used my trump card yet."

The smile on the corner of Seir's mouth narrowed.He wanted to say something, but in the end he could only suppress the sigh that was about to blurt out, and said with a half-smile: "Really, it's a pity that I'm here, and I won't give you such a chance to show off."

"Master Salanduil!"

The young people came over like puppies. Searle didn't have time to rub their heads one by one, so he could only say hello and send another kid behind him to reunite with them.

"Archie! You're here too!" Hani said in surprise.

"Didn't you go back to be a good grandson of grandpa? Could it be that you ran away from home again?" Reid raised his eyebrows when he saw Archie.

"Thank you for your concern. I left this time openly." Archie shot back, "If it weren't for my help, some people don't know how long they would be stuck here."

"Hmph, I think you are here to drag Salanduil back."

"Hehe, it's better than someone who can't even change his original shape and is kidnapped by a fish."

"You two, stop arguing."

The relaxed conversation of the young people helped Searle loosen the tight strings in his mind.

"I'll take you out of here first."

"I'm afraid it's not that easy." Polis smiled wryly. "We have nearly a thousand people trapped here, and only two hundred Pegasus horses. The rest can only walk."

Obviously, relying on two feet alone, it is impossible to get rid of the thicker and thicker shadows of the abyss behind him.

Searle said: "I'll come to the queen."

"I'm with you—" Polis was interrupted by Seir before he finished speaking.

"We need someone to protect them and retreat." Searle looked at his old friend, "And here, the only thing I can entrust to you is you. Please, Pori, follow these abyssal elves to retreat, and they will take you to safety place."

Red, who was arguing with Archie, had ears sharp enough to hear their conversation.

"I want to stay and break the empress together!"

"What can you do if you stay?" Archie refuted him first, "Now Sarandir is the only one who can show his original strength here. Are you a minor who can't change back into a dragon shape? Do you want to stay here to hold back!"

Red's annoyed eyes seemed to be burning, but because he couldn't refute, he could only swallow this breath aggrieved.

Seeing that the Naga were gradually unable to cope with more and more shadows, Searle immediately urged: "Go!"

"Let's go!" Polis no longer hesitated, and told everyone to leave immediately with the abyssal elves.They know where they can safely hide from these demonic minions.

"I haven't asked you about Van En City yet!" Far away, Boris shouted to him from afar, "We have to kill that black-hearted God of Light together!"

Hearing his old friend's call, Searle smiled.When he turned around again to face the overwhelming shadows, there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

The Naga are no match for the black shadows, and their speed of devouring is completely inferior to the speed of more and more shadows devouring.Even though he repeatedly warned himself that he should not be soft-hearted, Searle couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he saw these Naga who were once from the same family were swallowed by the shadows and became walking dead one by one.

If he can't stop these devil minions here, will the companions behind him also become like this.

Searle closed his eyes, pulled out the long sword in his hand, and Yili's divine power slowly bloomed from his hand.

The demon shadows were stimulated by the dazzling light. They looked at the silver-haired elf who seemed to have light in the dark, put down the other prey in their hands, and rushed towards Searle roaring.Such a beautiful and pure light will only make the darkness want to infect and defile it even more.The black fish also put down the "food" that was half swallowed in his hands. Almost half of his body was swallowed by the shadow of the demon, and he was about to follow in the footsteps of other Naga.However, at this time, he had no time to take care of himself. He just looked at Searle, who was blooming with divine light, and let out a hurried voice of "hahahaha".

Searle uses divine power proficiently. He feels like he is waving his arm. I don't know if it is because he is getting more and more proficient. He has no stagnation in using this mysterious power.However, he has only one person, after all, he is outnumbered.In this place close to the abyss, more and more black mist poured in from all directions, enveloping Sir, layer by layer, until the bright light could no longer shine through.The black fish on the side couldn't help but get anxious, wanting to rush forward to tear away the thick, almost suffocating black shadow for Searle.

However, someone was one step ahead of him.

The black fish didn't notice when the man appeared. By the time he realized something was wrong, the demon shadows around him were already trembling and started to retreat.They wailed and disappeared into the air one by one, as if they had been melted by life.

Melting them was a figure in a black robe.

The figure was tall and thin, but his robe was in tatters. It was unknown how long he had wandered aimlessly in the wilderness.However, his goal at this time was very clear. He headed towards the very center of the shadow—the light surrounded by darkness.

Searle almost felt suffocated.The shadows of demons from the abyss were far more than imagined, but before he was sure that Polis and the others were evacuating safely, he could not back down, but had to use himself as a flame to keep attracting these moths that swooped in.But he's not a god, and excessive use of power can wear him out.

Even in the war against demons 300 years ago, Searle was never so tired. At that time, he had companions by his side, including Polis, Nanni and Bailey, and Olivier... But now, he has nothing .

The long-term contact with the shadow of the devil gradually affected Searle's mind, causing his emotions to shift negatively.The former companions left one by one, the elf king was gone, Olivier passed away, and he himself became an open enemy of the Temple of Light, and even dragged his companions into the abyss.Sarandir, the man who is called a hero is so ridiculous, incompetent and cowardly!

what can you do!Can you save the abyssal elves who have fallen into darkness?Can you bring your friends out of this lost continent?

So many people died for you!And you are still immersed in complacency, thinking that you can really save the world!

The black shadow wrapped around Ser's hand holding the sword and began to spread towards his heart.The most terrifying thing about demons is not their power, but their methods of demagogy.Searle began to feel heavy pressure.A voice whispered softly in his ear.

Rest, just close your eyes, none of this will exist.You will fall into the sweetest dream and never suffer again.

The voice gently surrounded Seer's consciousness, and it seemed that for a moment, it really took away the pain for him.

He watched his companions go to death, witnessed the Elf King turning into the rain that nourished the world but could no longer leave any soul behind.People around him always looked at him expectantly. He was born with everyone's expectations, so he didn't dare to get tired, and he didn't dare to show a little lack of confidence in front of anyone.He can only move forward.

But I'm so tired, and I'm also scared.

Olivier is gone, and my father is gone, who else can I rely on?Can't I take a break, I just want to sleep for a while.The young Searle said aggrievedly.

You can't rest!The adult Searle became anxious, trying to wake up the confused part of his consciousness.

Teenage Searle is angry and confronts his adult self.Why do I have to bear all this!No one, no one can help me!

His silver hair was gradually eroded by the darkness, and a black figure emerged from the background of consciousness, encircling the young Searle from behind.

I just want to sleep for a while, just for a while.Nestling in the arms of the black shadow, the young Searle gradually closed his eyes.

Holding the boy in his arms, the mysterious black figure smiled at the consciousness of the adult Searle.

[Searle, you can rest. 】

Searle was taken aback, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was just a part of his consciousness that was held in his arms by the black shadow, or himself.

In reality, the black air wrapped around his arm gradually spread to his heart.At this moment, a hand pierced through the black mist, grabbed Searle's sword-holding hands, and pulled him out of the sinking sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hooah!"

As if a drowned and suffocated person finally surfaced, Searle gasped for breath.

His mind was in chaos, and he felt that he was only about to be swallowed by some muddy abyss.At the very moment, someone pulled him back from that sinking dream.

who is it?

The man is still holding his hand now, somehow, Searle feels that this touch is a little familiar.

He looked up, his pupils suddenly constricted.

"Bossian!" Searle was taken aback.

The black-robed mage standing in front of him looked exactly the same as before.However, when he took off the hood, what was revealed was a head of brilliant blond hair.

——That's Dui's hair color.