My fans are all over the universe

Ye Cang admitted that he was a little bit evasive.

Compared to other worlds, whether it is Erga, Hull, or the King Guard of the Siren Clan, they all act as partners of Ye Cang's peers.

Among them, Ye Cang plays the role of passing the fire, entrusting responsibilities and hopes to the next generation, so that their country can develop for a long time.

But only on the side of the Demon Race, as a successor, he took over the torch that symbolized the future of the race from the hands of the previous generation, and then he "leaved"

— after a very brief tenure.

... What to do if you have a guilty conscience.

Fortunately, the existence of Nighthawk allowed him to temporarily find something to do.

As for what the person who is still squatting behind the door thinks about this, Ye Cang said that he must forgive him at this time (×)

The tool man somehow got the full hatred value from ** Nighthawk: ...? ? ?

Ye Cang, who was still in a dazed state, was following Ye Cang through the palace all the way. Ye Cang, who was walking ahead, was very calm about the complicated path like this maze. …He knows it like the back of his hand.

Surprised by this thought, Nighthawk shuddered, and his steps suddenly stopped. At this moment, Ye Cang suddenly said to him: "We have reached the core area on the first floor, and we are ready to fall."

...?

I still don't understand the meaning of this sentence, but the place like a cathedral supported by seven huge pillars was shattered into countless pieces like fragile glass.

Immediately, their feet were empty, passing through the ground with kaleidoscope patterns.

— is falling.

Consciousness seemed to be shattered along with the shattered temple, and when Nighthawk woke up from the trance, what Ye Cang said before appeared in front of him——

A whole new world.

They landed on the top floor of a tall building.

This building is like an ancient relic, it is already very dilapidated, the walls have been scorched black by the flames, but it has accumulated the vicissitudes and thickness of a long time, and it still makes Nighthawk feel the silent shock.

And when Nighthawk looked at the whole land, the shock immediately multiplied by more than a hundred times.

burning.

The sea of ​​flames spread all over the land, and the sparks continued to rise, flying in the sky.The sky is also dyed golden red, more magnificent than sunset, warmer than blood, like the last swan song of a world, this color should be kept forever until death.

Those remaining buildings that were annihilated in the sea of ​​fire can vaguely reveal a corner of a huge civilization.

In the distance, the goddess statue with its wings burned off and its train shattered still stubbornly raised its arms high, as if announcing to this desperate doomsday that it exists here.

"This is..." Nighthawk didn't even realize he was speaking.

"This is the 'history' of this planet."

Ye Cang stretched out his right hand towards the sky, as if to receive something.

Afterwards, Nighthawk saw the golden-red sky, and countless stars suddenly appeared in response.

In the dazzling starlight, a star first fell towards Ye Cang without hesitation.

—The stars can be picked by hand.

This absurd scene that only appeared in myths and legends actually happened in front of Nighthawk, and he completely forgot to breathe.

Naturally, the falling star cannot be a real "planet". When the starlight dissipated, what appeared in Ye Cang's hand was a strange-looking weapon.

It was very similar to a sword, with strange scarlet patterns attached to the blade. Even if he didn't hold it in his hand, Nighthawk could still feel the evil, sharpness and power of this sword.This sword has definitely killed more than one person, and it was even tempered from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

This time Ye Cang didn't need to ask Ye Ying, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and said: "It's actually the weapon of the Demon King..."

The spiritual power of the demon race is unique among the many races that Ye Cang has experienced. He will not admit his mistake. In addition to the power from this sword, it proves that the former master is at least king level.

Nighthawk stared: "Demon, Demon King?"

Ye Cang looked at the sword in his hand, and said: "You have seen this messy land, right? Speaking of its background—"

As I said before, the black abyss is filled with the spiritual power of those who died. Most of the spiritual power will be assimilated by the black abyss, but occasionally there will be a few special existences. They still maintain a clear consciousness and wander in this space inside.

But these consciousnesses that can survive are undoubtedly the masters who were strong enough and even stunningly talented. For details, you can refer to Herteres who survived in many ways.

In the same way, just as Hull's sharp gun can be preserved, so can their weapons, and this sword is obviously it.

However, when Ye Cang was in the infancy of the demons, he had been to the second floor several times, but today was the first time he saw this sword, no wonder he felt strange.

Not to mention, if it really was the sword of some demon king, why would he answer his call so easily?

And I don't know if it's Ye Cang's illusion - he always feels that the spiritual power emerging from this sword is a little... familiar.

He suppressed the bad feeling in his heart and continued.

"There should have been a big battle here. One of them was the Demon Race, and the other was a crusade army united by at least ten races. The two sides fought for several months, and in the end both sides suffered losses, and the Demon Race won miserably."

Nighthawk's heart skipped a beat: "...how do you know?"

Ye Cang smiled slightly: "Guess."

Nighthawk: "..."

This is not to say that Ye Cang deliberately teased him, but that Ye Cang really didn't know, after all, he had never experienced this "history" that happened at an unknown time.It can only be pieced together from some clues.

Ye Cang looked at the long sword with a dark purple luster in his hand, and suddenly raised his hand towards the distance, and waved it lightly.

The world stood still for a moment at this moment, and then, the overwhelming roar submerged everything.

A deep crack no lower than the black abyss tore the ground, and the sea of ​​fire retreated where it passed, and the rising air waves mixed with endless pressure, rolled up a hurricane of burning flames, and shattered everything into nothingness.

In the sky, countless stars were swept down by the sword wind, causing a meteor shower.

Those who fell into the black abyss were not only demons, but the creatures who had been defeated by this sword wandered here with their vague wills.

The hem of Ye Cang's clothes fluttered with the violent wind. He stood on the high tower and looked at the distant horizon. There seemed to be thousands of troops, including demons and aliens.

Those troops were all awakened by this sword, and the soldiers of the Demon Race looked up at Ye Cang's direction. Their eyes were not clear, and the fanaticism that had lasted until death was still clear.

The foreign races lowered their flags, put away their weapons, and made a gesture of complete surrender with different etiquette, bowing down.

Ye Cang's eyes fluttered violently as he half-kneeled on the ground at some point, his eyes reflected Ye Cang's fluttering clothes and the galloping horses that briefly appeared in the distance.

Carve this scene into eternity.

"Good sword." Ye Cang sighed, and whispered softly, "I'm a little interested in your master."

This is definitely the most convenient sword he has ever used, and its power is completely up to expectations.

Ye Cang admired it carefully for a while, and then regained his composure, "Okay, although the first responder was a great weapon, but this sword..." He glanced at Nighthawk, "Let's just take a look."

You can only look at it, you can't touch it, let alone take it away.This is not a warning, but a conclusion.

Ye Cang sighed: There is no way, you are so weak, how can he be willing to let the sword be covered in dust.

Nighthawk: ...

No one doesn't love babies. It should be said that all the people who entered the black abyss originally wanted to make a fortune by risking their lives, a standard gamble for money.

However, Nighthawk is very self-aware.

If the target you are after is only a few meters higher than you, then try to jump, and you may be able to reach it by a point or two.But if the goal itself is listed in the cloud, then everything is wishful thinking, and it may cost a life.

And I don't know if it's Nighthawk's illusion——

He felt as if he was being targeted.

As Ye Cang let go of his hand, the magic sword did not return to the sky, but continued to hang in the air by his side, in a strange, waiting and guarding posture.

The lines that flashed across the sword were as gentle and steady as breathing, but it gave people the illusion that it was just dormant and would explode at any time.

Ye Ying, who was next to Ye Cang, almost thought that this sword had become a spirit. After all, humans in the interstellar era knew very little about the weapons built by spiritual power. They only knew about artificial intelligence, but this sword obviously did not belong to it. This kind.

But Ye Ying only looked at the sword for a second, and a creepy feeling suddenly enveloped him.

He seemed to see a pair of dark purple eyes flashing away from the blade of the sword. Those eyes were staring at him with a half-smile, but they were so cold that they didn't look like they were looking at a living person.

"what happened?"

Ye Cang's sudden disordered breathing made Ye Cang look sideways.

Nighthawk's breath was stagnant, and he raised his hand hesitantly: "This sword..."

Ye Cang looked stunned, and said, "Don't you like it? Indeed, strictly speaking, it doesn't conform to aesthetics."

Although the devilish and treacherous style of painting has a different personality, but the killing spirit is too heavy, Ye Cang is not very fond of it.

Nighthawk: "..."

No, he really didn't mean that!

The dark purple long sword hummed like a bird weeping, and then Nighthawk felt that the inexplicable killing intent shrouded in him became stronger, and he couldn't help but gasped.

But Ye Cang, who was very close to him, didn't feel anything, and even felt a little comfortable.

Nighthawk:? ? ?

Ye Cang had already summoned the sky again, and the weapons that responded this time were undoubtedly much more normal. There were even a lot of flashy knives, decorated with beautiful gems and pearls, which could only be used for performance and had no attack power.

But these are precisely the things people dream of.

Ye Cang glanced back at Nighthawk who was still trembling for unknown reasons, and said: "Just treat me as a reward for helping me in a slum, and take me to experience the life of a mercenary. I allow you to choose a few as a souvenir." .”

These words were spoken in the tone of the owner, as if he was the owner here.

Or rather, he originally was.

Nighthawk is not stupid, he has always been a kind of unspoken guess, which seems to be acquiesced by Ye Cang's words.

He suddenly calmed down, his fingertips clenched into fists due to unbelievable emotions, his veins tensed up, and then quickly let go, after the extreme impact, he ushered in extreme calmness.

He could no longer lie to himself.

"No, it's no longer needed."

The voice was dry and hoarse.

"If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to survive this time. You saved me, right?" This is not a question, but an affirmation. "The skeleton knight who suddenly appeared earlier has something to do with you too, right?"

Ye Ying didn't care about Ye Cang's silence, and looked up at him: "Can I know who you are?"

Ye Cang looked at the emotion in his eyes, and found that those eyes were still clear, so the corners of his lips curled up.

However, before he could say anything, the unspoken words stopped on the tip of his tongue and stopped abruptly.

Ye Cang suddenly looked up at the sky, and Nighthawk made the same movement as him.

——A huge door appeared in the sky.

The golden-red clouds reflected it, coating its originally dull surface with a layer of bright red, and the luxurious and complicated lines exuded a beautiful luster.

The sword in Ye Cang's hand suddenly buzzed, and the aura that was only vaguely familiar at first suddenly became extremely clear at this moment, making Ye Cang figure out who the sword belonged to.

In the next second, the door burst open.