Pillars of Ita

'Light is born from the darkness that cuts off everything;

In fire and song we raised our swords.'

The sluggish, dark power was like an invisible black river, slowly flowing into the abyss. With the elven bishop as its center, it was constantly pulling everyone's soul into it.

Fang He suddenly raised his head. He actually smelled a trace of the breath of the blind god Deca from that power, a once-praised existence who fell into the deep sea of ​​death and then resurrected, but their divinity had long been swallowed up and assimilated by the starlight of extinction.

He is no longer even an independent god, nor is he a member of the dark saints, but a synonym for the manifested shadow and darkness, the will of another dead world. He only leaves a pale, empty and lightless gaze, watching this group of people at the end of the abyss.

What kind of power is that?

It chilled people to the bone, as if it was injected with endless resentment and hatred, like a maggot on the heel. As soon as Fang He activated the power of the law in his hand, the dark power followed and climbed up.

He quickly forced himself to clear away the illusions in his mind, and when he looked down, he saw a layer of dark flame burning on the magic gloves.

Fang He hurriedly waved his hand, interrupting the power of the law of creation, and the flames went out, but a thick layer of black ice had condensed on the magical shell of the Lone King's Pride.

Behind her, Zuliana also let out a soft "eh", apparently realizing the extraordinary origin of this power, and they both drew their swords at the same time.

But the power of darkness also cut off the connection between her and the dragon soul at the same moment, causing the power of the law to fall into the void burned by the divine fire.

Laws are the first step towards the source of God, but they are not enough in the face of true divine power.

What's more, the breath of the dying god was extremely contagious. It seemed to have locked the space in an instant, making everyone unable to move.

Juliana looked at this scene with some surprise.

Elindor's face suddenly turned extremely bad.

Only the Sea Witch Mia disappeared immediately. But the bishop looked in one direction, and her dark eyes seemed to carry a real power, causing the wolf-like girl to appear from there and retreat backwards.

She covered her shoulder with one hand, and a rosy red color seeped out from between her snow-white fingers. It was obvious that she had been injured in this simple confrontation.

"You are not Selina," Fang He frowned and looked at the bishop in front of him. The three dragon knights on his side suffered a great loss in the initial confrontation. This was simply not the power of a bishop of a diocese.

What’s more, there is such an obvious aura in that divine power.

He had dealt with so many times with Roman, Aimaya and other Orin saints, and had personally experienced the divine power of the blind god Deca, Narsu's and other dark saints, so he realized something was wrong as soon as the other party made a move.

"——Who are you?"

Selina was obviously not surprised. Her calm eyes fell on the 'coin' in Fang He's hand. "I guess you rely on this, right?"

"She/He gave you this thing and made you move outside our sight, outside the chessboard, as she/He always likes to do."

Fang Yu was slightly surprised.

He was indeed waiting quietly, waiting for the Crown of Hylin to regain its power and lead them back to another point on the white tree branch.

At the moment when it all began——

But the woman's eyes seemed to see through this.

The other party's tone did not sound like that of a high priest of the Temple of Nature, nor that of a female bishop. Instead, it sounded like someone who was on an equal footing with that lady.

A Dark Saint whose identity is unknown.

What is her relationship with the alliance?

She had been guarding this place from the beginning and knew they would come here?

Fang He's heart sank more and more. He had guessed from Ms. Roman's words that there was a huge game behind the gray disaster.

It is the place where the plans of the Saints of Orin and the Saints of Darkness intersect.

But they relied on the Crown of Hylin to keep moving outside the timeline, but encountered such an opponent outside the Gray Forest.

The Holy Relic can turn back time, but only if it is not discovered by the other party. Otherwise, a dark god will definitely be able to attack him before he can activate the relic.

Selina's dark gaze had already swept over him, and for a moment he felt a chill all over his body, and an irresistible feeling arose in his heart.

Even the Cang Zhihui in his hand began to waver.

This was the first time that the pale green light showed such hesitation and vacillation, even though it had always acted like the nemesis of all dark creatures.

Even the Dragon Witch avoids it.

But now it seems more like it and the dark forces are mutually exclusive, with one gaining strength while the other loses.

At this moment, people on the other side of the live broadcast room heard a different scene. They saw Selina talking silently with the Dragon Alchemist, and Fang He's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Finally, only the following sentence is frozen in the picture:

"Who are you anyway?"

"What's going on?" people asked each other, "Is the communication between the two worlds broken again?"

"Communications have just been restored, so there may be some delays."

Like a footnote to this sentence.

Selina smiled and said, "This is naturally His/Her will. He/She has never left us, and your power is nothing more than a tiny glimpse in front of the Most Holy."

She said it in a way that made you think it was natural, Ms. Aimeya.

Alindor frowned and was about to refute. But the 'female bishop' looked at Zuliana beside her and interrupted:

"Ms. Juliana, you shouldn't be there, right? You should be here with us."

"Don't forget the orders of your club. Do you want to stand on the side of these stubborn rebels? Especially the Saint's Society, whose actions are actually bringing disaster to this land."

Zuliana was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. She just remembered that there was such a thing. She could help Fang He and his group deal with the Holy Forest, but she couldn't stand against the guild alliance.

Elindor also realized this and turned the sword in his hand towards her with a serious expression. It was not a good sign that a dragon knight was lurking between them as an opponent.

But at this time, Fang He calmed down instead.

The saints cannot interfere with the operation of Attalia.

Could the Dark Saints be enough?

If they could bypass the Saints of Orin and attack Attalia directly, then the outcome of the battle between the two sides should have been decided on this land long ago.

He raised his head, looked at Selina, and suddenly interrupted everyone: "I can consider cooperation, but Ms. Selina, I still have a question."

Elindor and Juliana looked at him at the same time, and the 'female bishop's' gaze also fell quietly on him.

Fang He raised the coin in his hand and asked her, "Ms. Selina, please answer me, what is this?"

Selina was slightly startled, and there was some uncertainty in her eyes.

But Fang He had already read everything he needed from that hesitation:

'That's her/his silver coin--'

'Only promised to those who are favored by fate, those whom she/he approves.'

'It puts the cost and gain on both ends of the scale, so it is called 'fate'. '

but--

It's just an illusion.

Selina's expression suddenly changed drastically, realizing that her hesitation had exposed something.

However, a sneer had already appeared on Fang He's face. "You keep saying you want it, but you don't recognize it, Ms. Selina."

If she was one of the Dark Lords, then there was no way she wouldn't recognize what it was, but she was mistaken, so -

The other party is not a true Dark Saint, nor a god.

The silver coin had already changed its shape in Fang He's hand. The scale engraved on it emitted a soft light. In that light, the crown on the other side of the coin was turning from virtual to real.

It is not a coin of fate.

Selina's expression changed drastically: "Halin Crown, this is..."

Fang He had already turned his head slightly and shouted in a low voice: "Do it."

A narrow beam of light entered everyone's sight, and Princess Alsana, who was standing aside unnoticed by anyone, had already drawn her sword.

The elven holy sword with pictures of stars, sun, moon, white trees and cuckoos was quietly held in the hands of the elven girl.

Its blade was painted with patterns, depicting everything since the Long Night;

The history witnessed by the two sacred trees——

The Elf Princess was holding the sword with both hands, the blade trembling slightly, but her eyes remained firm as she stared at the woman in front of her, without wavering.

It's like looking at the coming night and the coming dawn.

Like the poems and songs left behind after many long nights, she opened her mouth softly and recited the prayer:

"Please let us bring dawn to the long night—"

'Give courage to the dawn.'

'After that all-ending darkness, the first light was born;

In the midst of fire and song, we raised our swords.'

'And the people who lead the light come across the shadows and darkness, the azaleas and white trees fly high under the first rays of morning light. We are the children of light, the bones of light, the blood of light.'

"Please listen to the song in the long night——"

Alsana had pressed her fingers to the blade, cutting her fingertips with the cold metal, and the wine-red pomegranate juice flowed over the mirror.

The bloody flower dew was sliding down the blade of the sword.

'This sword is yours, and you will use it to clear away any obstacles in your way.'

The one who leads the light, the king who walked ahead of the world, handed the sword to the two men and motioned them to go forward with a gentle look.

Because the road to the future will be inherited by future generations.

After the era of the pioneers.

So after a long wait, hope will surely come.

That hope is like light and snow, pure without a single flaw. It is spreading across the space bound by darkness, as if breaking through the long night of deathly silence.

Bringing the first ray of light on the horizon.

The astonishment on Selina's face was turning into fear, and then into a sharp cry: "Oli——"

That is the blessing of the Lord of Saints, the Light of Lights, the King on the top of the mountain, the Master of Order, Oli.

Warm light fell on Fang He, and immediately dispelled the dark power attached to him like melting ice and snow. Fang He immediately held up the Hailin Crown.

But before that, a slender hand reached out from the side and took the crystal crown from his hand lightly and without any fireworks.

Fang He turned back in some surprise.

At that moment, Miss Dragon Soul came uninvited and suddenly appeared beside him. Tata Thumb Morning Star was looking stunned.

Look at the hand that appeared next to Fang He and its owner.

Fang He had almost never seen such an inappropriate look on his fairy lady's face.

But on the other side, Elindor and Mia did not notice what was happening behind them. When the pressure on them was relieved, they both turned around at the same moment.

The Lord of the Sun Shadow Land did not even attack Juliana who was standing beside him, but rushed directly towards the Bishop Selina who was not far away.

And Zuliana also did not attack Mia and Elindor. On the contrary, she drew her sword and immediately pointed the tip of the sword at "her own people".

"Juliana," Selina looked at the dragon rider from Rotao in disbelief, "You—"

"You have the aura of the Dark Saints," Zuliana sneered, "Do you think I can't see that you are not Selina at all? Who are you?"

As she spoke, she stabbed the bishop with her sword.

But Selina just sidestepped and avoided the attack from the three dragon knights. She looked at them in shock and anger: "Do you think you can resist me with the power of a mere mortal?"

On the other side of the live broadcast room, the picture was cut off as soon as the battle began.

People were watching the closed live broadcast in confusion. The live broadcast came out of nowhere and the only proof was that the sacred forest was indeed related to the gray disaster.

But how could the Guild Alliance be in that place, and confront the Dragon Alchemist? The other party seemed to be working for the Saint's Order, but Bishop Selina had no evidence to prove her accusation against the Saint's Order.

What's more, Princess Lian Alsana drew out the holy sword, which was the holy sword of the elves, the sword of the Lord of Light, Quevenlar, and it had the double blessing of Aimaya and Mirella. Doesn't that mean that the Lady of the Forest is still on the side of the Holy Maiden Society?

Everyone was confused and didn't quite understand what was going on.

Just at that moment, someone suddenly felt a slight ripple on the ground beneath their feet.

At first, only a few people realized this, and some even asked each other in the live broadcast room. From Norishen to Emerald Castle, from Sanshak to Linoril and Silverwind Harbor.

Even as far away as the Silver Mountains and Ravenrell, in the mountains of the fairies, people noticed this slight earthquake:

"Wait, did you feel that?"

"earthquake?"

"where are you?"

"I'm in Fortier."

"I'm in Oak Hills. Is there an earthquake somewhere? Noresian, Sylvanar, is there anyone replying?"

“We feel it here, but not as strongly.”

While people were guessing where the source of the earthquake came from, a second, even more violent ground shake occurred.

Almost the entire Giant Tree Hill felt the shaking of this earthquake equally. Only in the areas close to the Silver Mountains, the Holy Forest and the Gus Disaster Zone did the shaking seem to be more intense.

There was chaos in the live studio, and almost everyone realized that something big was happening. But in some areas, this feeling seemed to be more direct.

Silver Wind Harbor.

The sailboats in the harbor had stopped operating at the time of the first earthquake. The sailors lowered their sails and looked at the situation in the harbor with some doubt.

On the dock, workers were standing still, staring in amazement at the direction of the port lighthouse and the cape. The lighthouse that had once stood there was collapsing.

Rubble and debris sank into the sea of ​​clouds.

The roots of the sacred tree reached down into the clouds, forming hills and mountains over thousands of years, forming this floating land, but now - this land is reviving.

The soil above it is being lifted up little by little, and gray branches are growing from underneath, then growing in a manner visible to the naked eye, gradually forming a forest.

The ash trees intertwined with each other and grew taller, rising into the clouds and then spreading their branches and leaves to form a canopy that blocked out the sun.

However, the treetops did not appear vibrant, nor did they reflect any lush greenery in the sunlight. Instead, they appeared gloomy, like a gloomy cloud.

Then a second ash tree rose from the ground, directly lifting the stone floor in the harbor and forming a bunch of disaster branches in the foggy and windy area.

In just a few moments, the disaster branch grew and became a towering tree. Gray thorns sprouted from the bottom of the tree, instantly covering several nearby blocks.

Then came the third and fourth trees. Countless disaster trees grew directly into a disaster forest in Silver Wind Harbor. Countless insects crawled out from under the tree trunks, and then flew to other areas, covering the sky and blocking the sun.

That scene was like the end of the world.

Everyone seemed to have seen the last moment of the Giant Tree Hill. The Holy White Tree was turning into gray as a whole. Next, it would become the disaster itself.

Everyone in Silver Wind Harbor had fallen into a brief daze.

The guards who were in charge of escorting the Holy Maiden Society fled in panic when they saw this doomsday scene. After all, they were just working for the parliament and there was no need to risk their lives for it.

As the port was about to fall, they had to go find their families.

So only the unicorn girls were left there.

Many elf girls couldn't help sobbing when they saw this horrific scene. Although they were maids of the forest, they were just ordinary people.

Only Fanny had experienced the battle in the Misty Wind Zone and was able to remain calm a little, but her face was still pale. She was not thinking about herself at this moment.

But it’s Meryl and Ailuoya. Where are they and are they still alive?

But I might have died in this place.

But then she saw an elf dressed as a scholar appear at the entrance of the alley. He threw the rapier in his hand, which flew over them and hit a gray tree man that was rushing towards them, nailing it to the wall behind it.

The withered tree man waved his claws in vain, making a hoarse sound from his mouth.

The elf scholar walked past it and came to their side. He scanned them one by one and asked, "Excuse me, who is Miss Funi?"

Fanny was slightly startled, and looked at the other person involuntarily with surprise.

Kalandir noticed the gaze of the unicorn girl and looked over as well. "You are Merrill's assistant, the lesser saint of the Saint's Association of the Wind and Mist District, Fanny Lowenthal?"

"..."

That gentle look involuntarily made the elf girl feel at ease, and she nodded slightly.

"Come with me," Kalandir said, "I will take you to a safe place."

...(End of chapter)