Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

However, this time, she failed.

Against the backdrop of the celebration, the pain in my heart was magnified several times.

She lowered her head and her eyes fell on Athos again.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a simple sword tassel woven with ordinary silk thread, which is a little worn.

That was a work that Lord and Som had made when they were learning weaving. At that time, Celie said it was ugly and completely unworthy of Athos.

But the other party just smiled and said: "I think it's okay."

Celie's fingertips carefully touched the long-faded sword tassel.

A drop of cold liquid also slid down and dripped onto the scabbard of Athos and was absorbed by the vines, leaving no trace.

Chapter 109: Long time no see, Holy King Norn

On the hillside, the breeze is still blowing.

The cheers of celebration could be heard faintly in the distance, while the elf lady sat alone on the grass, holding the cold holy sword in her arms.

The slightly trembling shoulders reflected the other person's inner restlessness, and the emotions that spanned thirty years were also revealed.

In the end, Celie didn't look at the scene again, but just raised her hand to disperse the magic.

She stood up holding Athos and looked towards the west, the direction of the Land of the Fallen Gods, which was also the direction where Lord last disappeared.

Miss Elf has decided that if she can't find the other person, she will erect a tombstone for him, which is both her answer and a compromise.

However, I would come to look at the stone tablet every once in a while, until the passage of time diluted my pain.

Just as she thought when she first met him.

Thousands or tens of thousands of years later, you will remember that in the mythological era, there was a human being who made you suffer for thirty years.

Then her figure disappeared on the hillside covered with star primrose, leaving no trace.

the other side.

The celebration that had been noisy all day finally came to an end, and the bustling city finally fell into a tired slumber.

The moonlight was bright tonight, and Norn could see the road ahead clearly even without the help of a candle.

He dragged his heavy steps back to his room. The exquisite royal robe and crown had become a burden at this moment, and he just wanted to take them off as soon as possible. Even his body felt very tired as he relaxed.

When he opened the door, he found that the king's room was dark, without any lights on, and not at all magnificent.

Although some people advised him to recruit more maids for himself, it was not proper for a king to have less than two dozen maids around him.

But he was rejected by Norn.

If it weren't for maintaining the most basic etiquette, he wouldn't even want a maid.

Noen rubbed his brow and prepared to close the door, but just as the door was about to close, his movements froze.

Deep in the room, where the moonlight could not fully illuminate it, a figure stood silently by the window.

The other person was wearing a wide black cloak, almost blending into the night. The hood was lowered and his face could not be seen clearly. One could only tell from the appearance that he had a human body.

The other person just stood there quietly, as if waiting for him.

A chill suddenly ran through Norn's heart!

It's the demon clan! ?

There are also beings among the demons who look like humans, and Norn has even fought against them during his adventures.

Therefore, he subconsciously came up with this idea.

After all, the figure in front of him had a very bad aura in his perception.

The magic power in his body was very chaotic, and it also carried a hint of the dark aura unique to the demons. It was hard not to think that he was an assassin sent by the demons.

Norn almost instinctively tensed his body, and his right hand instantly pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The alertness of a veteran warrior overwhelmed all his fatigue.

Holding his breath, he locked his sharp eyes on the figure in the shadows, ready to deliver a thundering blow if the opponent revealed a flaw.

"Who are you?!" Noen tried to confirm the other party's identity while secretly paying attention to his movements.

The other party seemed to move slightly, extremely slightly.

Then, a voice that the Norn thought he would never hear again in his life, a familiar voice but with a hint of indescribable hoarseness, sounded softly.

"Don't bow your head, or the crown will fall off."

This sound!?

His hand on the hilt of the sword began to tremble violently, and he could hardly hold it.

The tense nerves receded like the tide, replaced by an incredible ecstasy and a huge sense of unreality.

Continuing to stare at the figure, he could even hear the violent beating of his own heart.

"Lo…Lord?"

Norn's voice was trembling, mixed with a hint of hope.

He took a step forward, and his old face, distorted by excitement, appeared in the moonlight.

The figure raised his pale hand, his movements seemed a little slow, and then he lifted his hood.

Under the same moonlight, a face that was extremely familiar to Norn appeared before his eyes.

His black hair remained the same, and his face was exactly the same as when he left thirty years ago. It was as if time had stopped for him, except for his black eyes which revealed a sense of age that was inconsistent with his youthful face.

It's really him!

Lord!

“It’s really you!!!”

Norn could no longer restrain himself, and the huge ecstasy overwhelmed all his reason.

He forgot the etiquette he usually maintained and his physical fatigue. He opened his arms and hugged the figure with indescribable excitement.

He wanted to give a reunion hug to this best friend who had disappeared for thirty years and whom he almost believed was dead.

However, before he could hug the other person, Lord quickly reached out to stop him.

"Wait, Norn." Lord's voice was still very soft, "This body is very fragile."

Norn's movements stopped abruptly, and he looked at the hand that Lord extended in astonishment.

The hand was pale without a trace of blood, and he could clearly see that the other party's raised arm was trembling slightly, as if it was under tremendous pressure. Just making such a simple blocking action seemed extremely difficult.

"Your body..."

Norn's excitement was instantly extinguished and turned into deep worry.

If the old friend in front of you is holding on to his last breath to see you, then this is not the reunion you want.

He looked at Lord carefully and found that although his appearance had not changed, his whole state revealed an indescribable fragility.

His face was so pale that it was almost transparent in the moonlight, and his breathing was extremely weak, as if a slight gust of wind could blow him down.

Lord slowly lowered his hand and smiled helplessly.

"I can't help it. I've only been in control of life for so short a time that I haven't had time to create a suitable body for myself." He whispered, his eyes sweeping over Norn's royal robe and the crown on his head. "It seems you've done better than I thought, Your Majesty Norn."

"Don't call me Your Majesty!"

Norn interrupted him anxiously, his voice choked with sobs. He took a step forward, but did not dare to touch him rashly. He could only look at Lord anxiously.

"Where have you been all these years? Miss Celia has been looking for you! We all thought you..."

He couldn't say what happened next.

Both he and Celie, who had been looking for Lord, had actually made preparations for the worst, but it was their obsession that made them unwilling to believe it.

Lord was silent for a moment, then began to explain, "The power of the Goddess of Fertility has a corrosive effect. This is why, even though the Goddess of Life had already killed her in the Land of the Fallen Gods, her body was still possessed by her."

The god who died in the Land of the Fallen Gods was the goddess of fertility, Igs.

This is the truth that everyone learned after going deep into the place where the gods fell.

Chapter 110 The Honored One Wears a Laurel Crown

In the war of the gods in the past, the goddess of life and the goddess of fertility, who had completely broken up, fought a great battle outside the world.

In the end, the Goddess of Life successfully defeated and killed the Goddess of Fertility with the blessing of the power of faith of the Tianyi people.

The opponent's corpse fell into this world and eventually turned into crazy divine power, forming the Land of God's Destruction, devouring all life that dared to set foot on this land.

This is the truth about the Land of God's Fall.

The Goddess of Life thought she could rest easy after killing the other party.

However, it was unexpected that even though the Goddess of Fertility had died, she still left a backup plan to corrode the body of the Goddess of Life until her soul was suppressed, her body was occupied, and she completely turned into the new Goddess of Fertility.

However, before the other party had time to completely occupy the body of the Goddess of Life, he encountered Lord and his group.

Then comes the battle with the gods.

Lord spoke slowly, "The final battle was far more brutal than I expected. The power of the Goddess of Fertility is a dark poison derived from the very source of life, powerful enough to corrode all things and pollute the soul. While I dealt her the fatal blow, my body... was also corroded."

However, in fact, Lord, you are not the only one who has been corrupted.

Noen hesitated, not knowing whether he should say this.

When the goddess was completely killed by Lord's sword, the crazy divine power that leaked out swept everyone. At the critical moment, Lord threw Atos to Celie and asked her to open the barrier to protect everyone.

Although Celiai deployed the barrier immediately, some people were still affected.

No one noticed this, not even himself.

It was ten years after he and the other party started their adventure again that Norn realized this.

At that time, he had been behaving very strangely, often talking to himself and occasionally showing a painful expression. I asked him about it myself, but he always said that he was fine, just a little tired.

Perhaps the erosion of the gods had already begun from that time.

Then, one morning, his best friend disappeared.

When he finally got to know the other party, he had already become Asmodeus, the first demon king of the demon clan, and brought disaster to the world again.