[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

When Linde regained control of his body, this side hall had already melted.

"Melting" is not an exaggerated description or a reference—centered on the young man's body, arc-shaped ripples are inlaid on the white jade floor tiles and spread around.Those floor tiles were melted into a sticky and soft liquid like milk by the hot golden flame like a dragon's breath, and then a surge of water vapor rose up the moment the flame suddenly went out, and they returned to solid solidity.

However, the momentary form of water waves that seemed to be at rest perfectly restored the battle situation just now. The ground under Linde's feet seemed to be wiped away by huge pressure, and fell extremely deep. Behind him, there were three small potholes surrounded It is on display, but there is no one on it.

The moment Oswald was distracted, he solved most of the enemies, but it also overdrawn Linde's divine power.The young man could feel the astringency caused by the inconvenient turnover of divine power in his body, so he could only let his palm, which was almost glued to the Anjaka scepter, tightly hold the only and also the most beneficial weapon.

——In the extremely harsh temperature environment, there is another person who survived.The woman against the light could barely stand with the giant sword at the moment, and the subtle angle of turning her body was just enough for Linde to see her face clearly, a mediocre face.But Linde is very familiar with it, because he had a good time with this middle-aged woman. Later, the young "Delin" handed over her portrait to the gray organization named Gear.

Sicastle's most personal servant, but her strength cannot completely block the wrath of the gods.

Longwei is an unknown person, and since the day she joined Longwei, she has been an illusory "person".She doesn't need a name, let alone an identity, and lives by glory.But Linde saw the shadow of the past from this illusory person.

His father was not a gentle man, Sicastle had no talent for raising children, and the young Lind had to have a nanny...a young woman with a plain face.

Now that this woman is old, she is holding a sword and standing on the other end of the confrontation with Linde.The blazing karma just now burned her body surface with ferocious red scars, and her sword inevitably melted, even without a blade.But it seemed that it wasn't just the blade that was melted—the Dragon Guard's expression softened, and there were a few wrinkles on his relaxed face. "Your Highness," she called Linde the way she used to, as if the sword in her hand was harmless, "Your Highness, why don't you take off your mask?"

Linde was a little dazed—the soft attitude of the other party seemed to turn back the time before the disaster, and all his hatred undoubtedly came from nostalgia for the past.As long as it is a person who has participated in the past, Linde can clearly remember the friendly appearance of the other party.The halo of those old days surrounded him, stretching out tentacles to bind his thoughts firmly.

He couldn't help softening his heart for a moment, and hesitantly took off his mask.

Linde clearly saw the corner of Long Wei's mouth curled down, as if some heavy thoughts oppressed it.The delicate and bright light floated in the woman's eyes, and he seemed to capture the forbearance and deep sorrow.

sorrow?Linde looked back in confusion, but saw that the other party sighed softly, as if he wanted him to fully taste every bit of entangled emotion in this breath—"Your Highness," she said, "I hope you still have a Fast enough knife."

After saying this, a cluster of flames ignited her hair, and it burned crazily.Under the silent gaze of the young man, the last blocker was reduced to ashes.

The sunlight crawled slowly from the other side of the temple door, and the beam of light seemed to contain many flying dust.When the warmth finally touched the toe of Linde's robe, the young man finally came back to his senses.His exhausted body has been completely exhausted, but the blade used for judgment is still firmly held in his palm.

He heard someone humming.

……

Sicastle, holding a pair of light silver scissors, was planting a potted plant. She seemed to be in a happy mood, humming an old ballad from Oswald.The saint stepped on the dance steps with bare feet, and the white skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air. These warm tones dyed her eyebrows and eyes, as if she was putting on makeup for a young girl.

Restricted by the white jade and the dragon's heart, the current Sicastle is as fragile as a butterfly.

But Linde just stood three steps away from her and stared.

Maybe it was because the bloody aura from the youth was too strong, and this breezy atmosphere quickly dimmed.Sicastle turned sideways——she was half a head shorter than Linde, and there were not many age marks on her face. She looked as gentle and holy as before, and even her eyes had something that made Linde feel uneasy. kindness.It was the look a mother would have.

The saint opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say, "My child." But after blurting out, "You are here."

Linde remained silent.

Sicastler wanted to say something else, but the tired Linde interrupted her: "Your Highness, there is no need to pretend." He took a few steps forward, and the black robe touched the sunlight, covering those The dazzling silk threads are completely swallowed up, and the growing lines are also silent, but it does not prevent those dazzling colored streamers from illuminating this place into a gorgeous secret realm.

"...I know that you ignited the Dragon Grass, hoping that the words of the Dragon Guard and the hallucinations can prevent my coming." Linde's voice was very steady, and he gently put the mask back on his face as he spoke, "Maybe I used to do that, but now—”

The cold voice stopped abruptly, and the young man didn't seem to intend to continue talking.He thought of Sears, and instead of wasting time explaining to this dying traitor, it would be better to end the trial earlier, after all, these also involved the safety of the emperor.

He despaired of West Cassler.

Linde really didn't think that Sicastler was thinking about how to deceive him even at the last moment - the burning dragon grass can cause hallucinations, but these low-level methods naturally cannot distract him from Oswald in his body. make an impact.He had already seen through Long Wei's hesitant expression and the atmosphere deliberately created by the saint just now.

All thanks to the knowledge Sears gave him, and the God Envoy gave him the Eye of Reality.

Thoughts haunted for a moment, then disappeared quickly.Linde unsheathed Anjaka's scepter, then patted the robe lightly to smooth out the wrinkles.

Sicastle changed color slightly, and she wanted to say something, but a mysterious force restrained her limbs and taught her not to move.

The turbulent and mournful bell came from the other side of the sea, it came from the distant Oswald, passed through the dense roaring crowd, and passed beside Quina holding the huge sword - it came to Linde and Sika In Sile's ears, it rang in this vast hall.Accompanied by bells like thunder, the saint was crucified on the cross of nothingness.

The hall made of white jade is still peaceful, but it can no longer resist the will of the gods.No spectators, no braziers, no prayers from others.Linde didn't care, he approached the woman whose voice was silenced by the gods, lowered his head and counted, twice, three times...

At the fourth sound, Linde suddenly raised his head and took a step forward.He seemed to be back in the huge hall of the Dragon's Nest, surrounded by the bitter winter wind.He swung the blade like his father had taught him, his black pupils were only cold.

He became the purest black in the world again, and Oswald's disciples sang with him——

"My fair lady, lay aside those costly robes,

Glory no longer in your pride,

Say goodbye to your flesh, your useless pleasures,

I'm calling you tonight.

Say no more, you'd better keep quiet,

There's no time for pointless arguments,

Thy opulence, gold and clothes, jewels shine

Your scepter, and glory, will surely be illuminated by a new master. "

Linde raised his head suddenly, his eyes were facing Si Kasler's faint eyes.But he didn't hesitate, and tried his best when delivering the knife that stabbed the heart.

"Amen." With the last bell, Linde closed his eyes and said softly.

When Linde woke up again, he was lying in a familiar carriage. The robe and mask he had changed were packed away by someone, and only the Anjaka scepter, which no one else could touch, was still at his waist.Linde wanted to get up, but the chaotic pain in his mind overwhelmed him, so he could only climb the window sill with his weak arms and stare out of the car with his upper body straight.

The carriage was passing through a street full of melee.The sky over the sacred capital was cloudy, and the flames stubbornly eroded the houses in a corner of the noble district.The personal army, led by Binhuo, combined the gears—the boy named Bilu rode on the back of the two-person Pohida, and the pitiful swordsman Yao Nie assisted at the side—fighted against the knight warriors belonging to the three veins lump.

With a scorching wind blowing against his face, Linde finally remembered something: After the trial, he who found Longxin only escaped for a short distance and was exhausted... Fortunately, the one who once lived in Yao Nie together Stoun, who was studying under him, found him and brought the youth out.

The other party seemed to be an undercover agent who had penetrated into the three veins.Thinking of this, Linde's eyes couldn't help but darken, and he fell back.

——They were about to separate again before they met each other.

Under such negative thoughts, Linde was no longer interested in paying attention to the movement outside.He knew that the carriage would pass directly through the gate, back to the glory of his Oswald, and then there would be another hard fight.I don't know if the Andre family's attack is effective, but now it is a must-win situation, not only for the return of Shenhui, but also for the re-emergence of the Bran family and the safety of Sears...

The carriage stopped abruptly.

"Catch the heretics in the car alive!" Linde heard someone shouting, and the sound of chaotic and heavy footsteps approached the car.He frowned, and pulled out the Anjaka scepter at his waist again with tiredness - there was a beautiful gemstone inlaid on the handle of the knife.

We must pass here, Linde thought.He lifts the curtain on the front of the car—but an arm from outside the car grips his wrist, enveloping him with a familiar aura.

Sears hugged Linde, who was about to fall, into his arms, and kissed his face.

"Congratulations on our brief reunion." The envoy who took off the golden mask showed a not-so-easy smile, "Dear Delin, I'm back."

Behind him, the first raindrops fell from the heavy sky.The Holy Army who returned from the frontier resisted with a blade in hand, and the armor that looked embarrassed reflected the cold iron-colored light.More and more rain fell, drenching the fighting people and extinguishing the flames.

But Linde ignored them.

He hugged the man in front of him back, a light shone from his black eyes.He seemed to want to smile, but this unsatisfactory body wanted to cry even more.So Linde held back, and hummed lightly.

"Welcome back."