People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Behind him was a large group of Kalia soldiers, as if they were pouring out of their nest.

Only Bols, who was in charge of defending the city in Kalia, did not come with them.

Even the royal family members never received such treatment when they died. They were hastily buried in the Kalia Royal Cemetery. The few remaining ones never showed up and stayed in their own territory without going out.

It can be said that without Lani's order, they would not come back.

The transport vehicle was also changed from mountain goblins to horses, which slowly pulled the heavy hearse.

However, despite the large number of people accompanying them, there were a few missing: Lance Shanks, Di Xi, Seren and Ariana did not show up.

The three of them had left earlier, and no one knew where they went or what they were going to do.

Inside the hearse, in this dim space, a few azure particles are gradually gathering.

Those particle light spots gradually gathered into a human shape, and Lani's figure gradually appeared. She sat aside and stared quietly at the sarcophagus in front of her for a long time.

But her heart was not so calm. Her eyes, which reflected the stars, seemed to show a look of struggle and hesitation, as if she was making some difficult decision.

But in the end, it all turned into a sigh.

And Lani's figure disappeared again.

A few days later, Kalia's team arrived just below the city of Stonewell, but to everyone's surprise, Greg let them pass this time.

There is absolutely no intention of stopping it.

In response to this, Blaze, who was in the lead, couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

Wouldn't it have been better if this had happened earlier?

Is it necessary to be rubbed over and over again so many times?

It is really embarrassing for Godwin to turn the good cities of Stonewell and Nimgfu into this state.

The current Stonewell City no longer has the glory it once had. It seems that anyone can take advantage of it. It can be said that Greg has completely squandered the little legacy left by Godwin.

Only a few followers remain, along with the title that is but a golden name.

However, the news of Reinhardt's death spread like a plague in the narrow space, attracting the attention of all forces.

Greg, who was sitting on the throne, sneered in disdain after learning that Kalia's funeral procession had left.

After several failures, Greg understood that he had to accumulate strength. The limbs that had just been connected to his body were proof of his accumulation, and the power surging in his body was his confidence. As long as he collected enough power, it would be easy for him to take revenge.

So, this time he was not so tough and let those people from Kalia go.

Finally, Kalia successfully placed the coffin in the drifting cemetery. When the heavy tomb door fell, everything returned to silence.

Inside the tomb, a pale spiritual fire burned quietly on the torch, and the white candles burning around it provided a faint light, making the tomb look not so dim.

The coffins carrying Reinhardt's bodies and Fia were placed on one side of the tomb.

Compared with other sarcophagi, his coffin is much more special, and the exquisite patterns on it show that he is different from other people buried here.

At this moment, an illusory figure slowly emerged and sat down on the coffin.

But because the figure was blurry, one could only vaguely see that the owner seemed to be wearing a white and smooth dress, and her delicate and tender hands were slowly and gently stroking the surface of the sarcophagus.

"Oh, Brother Rhine, you really scared Torina this time."

"I didn't expect Brother Rhine to be so serious. It really scared Torina."

Knowing she wouldn't get any response, Torina sat on the coffin lid, pouting and mumbling to herself. Then, she suddenly smiled.

"But thank you for helping Torina temporarily solve Marennia's problem..."

"So, in order to repay Big Brother Rhine, Tolina decided to wait until Big Brother comes back and give him a gift."

"Please stay tuned, big brother~"

"Be sure to come back early."

After saying that, the illusory figure disappeared silently, and the air was filled with a childish laughter as clear as a silver bell.

Around the coffin, a graceful lavender water lily quietly bloomed, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the spiritual fire.

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Da da da--

The hurried hooves of funeral horses could be heard from afar. The strong wind blew the knight's inky cloak, and bloodstains were faintly visible on the black armor. These were the Night Cavalry under the command of [King of Blessing] Mungert.

Although they are called cavalry, their bravery is no less than that of the tree guards in the Royal City of Rodel.

At this time, the Night Cavalryman was running along the Yatan Avenue towards the Royal City of Rodel.

The towering golden tree was within reach, and beneath the tree was a huge city with walls as thick and tall as mountains. In front of the gate were still many weapons and tents left behind, which were left by the coalition forces of kings many years ago.

The city walls were covered with banners of golden trees, and knights in heavy armor could be seen everywhere.

Although it has gone through the baptism of war, the Royal City of Rodel is gradually recovering and is expected to become as powerful as before soon.

The Night Cavalryman drove the funeral horse up the nearly one thousand white marble steps. Both sides of the stairs were filled with majestic soldiers. They stood motionless like statues, letting the breeze blow their long tassels.

However, when the cavalryman arrived at the city gate, he was stopped by the guards of the Golden Tree.

"What's the matter?"

There was no trace of emotion in the voice, just a mechanical question.

"The urgent military situation regarding Gaileed needs to be reported to His Majesty the King of Blessing."

Hearing this, the tree guard finally took other actions. He slowly turned his head and looked up and down at the Night Cavalry.

But that kind of look made people feel very uncomfortable, full of indifference and contempt, as if no one was taken seriously.

After a moment, he urged his elegant warhorse to make way for the enemy and said, "Go in."

The Night Riders nodded slightly and immediately headed towards the city.

Now is a special period, so it is normal to screen people returning from outside.

Therefore, he didn't say anything on the surface, but he had already started cursing in his heart.

He was obviously a cavalryman directly under the King of Blessing, and should be no different from these tree guards, but he was stopped in this way.

But in fact, the status of these tree guards is much higher than his. They are appointed by Marika and have the capital to be arrogant. Even Mungert is not qualified to command these guys.

They would only take action if something threatened the golden tree, otherwise they would only occasionally help with some patrol missions, like now.

This group of guys can be said to be the last line of defense to protect the Golden Tree, except for King Elden.

The leaves of the golden tree slowly drifted down. Between the thrones of the Elden Ring, a hunched figure in a tattered cloak stood there, gazing at the huge golden crown in a daze.

His face was covered with curved, hard horns that were considered ominous, but his eyes were full of desire and determination.

"Your Majesty the Blessed King."

"Yeah, tell me."

Mungert didn't even turn his head, still looking at the towering golden tree, as if the tree would disappear from his sight if he looked away.

He didn't look away until his men presented him with a parchment scroll.

Mongert slowly unfolded the scroll in his hand. The contents on it made him frown. He closed it casually and ordered:

"Okay, let's go down."

"Yes!"

The Night Riders left without looking back, and Mungot looked up at the golden tree again.

The scroll recorded the entire Gallid War. He already knew about Marennia's defeat. He had previously allowed the noble knight Finlay to pass through the Royal City of Rodel.

But it actually said that Reinhardt, whom the Golden Tree regarded as the biggest rebel, was actually dead, and died at the hands of Latarn?

He felt very abnormal.

He had already noticed the scenery that day.

With such a powerful force at his disposal, how could Star-Breaking General Latarn be his opponent?

He felt that there must be a big conspiracy here, and it was closely related to the god of the golden tree, his mother Marika.

"Mother... beloved [Eternal Queen] Marika, what on earth are you planning? You actually made the Golden Tree reject everything..."

At the same time, the news also spread to the distant snow-capped mountains.

In the howling cold wind of the Samir ruins, a figure was rolling in the snow in pain.

"Ah!!! My dear Lord of Mad Fire, Reinhardt, how could you pass away like this?! Have you given up on us loyal followers of Mad Fire and betrayed Lord Three Fingers?!!!"

"what--"

The shrill wails echoed in the valley, scaring away those creatures who did not yet realize that they were dead.

But the crying came and went quickly.

Suddenly, Chapolili stopped rolling and stood up as if nothing had happened. With a faint smile and a hint of flattery on his face, he stood there and muttered to himself:

"It doesn't matter if you die. I believe that when the Fader is recalled, you will embrace Master Three Fingers again."

"But in the meantime, let's first look for a few guys with potential, haha."

"May chaos remain in the world forever, may chaos fill the world!!!"

PS: Today is my little loser’s birthday, so I’m going to finish all the updates of this part in one go!!!

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"...fallen leaves tell a story:

Beyond the fog, in our hometown, the "Junction", the great Elden Ring has been broken -

Today, Malika, the "Eternal Queen," has vanished from view.

On the night of the Black Knife Conspiracy, "Golden" Godwin was the first to lose his life.

Soon, Marika's descendants - the demigods - got the fragments of the Elden Ring, but the power led them astray, drove them mad, and triggered the Fragment War...

This is a war without a king.

A war abandoned by the great will, resulting in the abandonment of all.

Oh, go forth, O faded one—

The dead, yet still living faded ones.

The blessing we lost so long ago calls out to all of us.

The lost blessing once again returns to the unknown and faded one.

Heading towards the other side of the fog, reaching the narrow gap, and meeting the Elden Ring -

Become the King of Elden!"

The eternal and melodious chanting echoes in my ears.

The faded ones who heeded the call returned through the fog gate, and the dead heroes crawled out of their graves, leaving their traces in this narrow space again.

As if it were a borderland that had stood still for a thousand years, with the return of the faded ones, the wheel of history began to turn again.

Drifting Cemetery.

In the long-sealed tomb, the candles have long since burned to ashes, but the spiritual fire still floats.

The piles of eerie white bones on the ground have been weathered and corroded, and the knife of time has left clear marks on the bones.

The owners of these bones were tomb robbers who tried to gain benefits here, and they were all buried here.

During these long years, no one knows who has been guarding the tombs here to ensure that the dead are not disturbed by outsiders.

But today, the tomb once again welcomed a new guest.

Da da da--

Suddenly, the slow but rhythmic sound of horse hooves was heard, and the pale spiritual fire from the torches hanging on the wall flickered. In the distance, an unknown creature that looked neither like a horse nor a cow was seen slowly walking out of the tomb passage.

There was a person sitting above the creature, but the body was tightly wrapped in a robe, and the appearance could not be identified at all. One could only tell from the sideways sitting posture, the hem of the skirt exposed from under the cloak, and the pair of delicate little leather boots that it was a woman.

Carrying the woman who was trying hard to hide herself, the mysterious creature came to a sarcophagus, crushed a weathered skull with one foot, and stuck its head down into the sarcophagus to touch the person lying inside.