The people on the edge of the deep marshes also watched this scene, and the vision made both humans and other races tremble with fear. But in the next moment, the immense divine power spread out from the marsh, and countless small and large monsters emerged from their hiding places and fled in all directions. But the spread of the power was clearly faster than their escape, and those monsters that were almost escaping from the marsh were reduced to ashes by the powerful force in the next moment.
"Miracle!" No one knows who shouted it first. People knelt down and worshipped.
After being cleansed by such a powerful divine force, it would be a joke if any spirit could emerge. The commander of the coalition forces acted swiftly and set up camp at dawn, driving back to Rosemary. Now they have enough power to make the demons suffer.
The Pope stood on the high tower, feeling the chaos, his old body trembled slightly, not knowing what was coming next, LAN's breath of life had vanished completely.
The spirits around the besieged town of Pasas suddenly seemed to lose control and turned back into quiet bones, and excited people pulled out the fragile necromancer and tortured him to death, which people called judgment.
The divine radiance spread in waves, and the Pope knelt down devoutly, knowing that it was the power of the god of light.
Gasiah was trembling too, though the power did not harm him, it made him afraid that even the sparse and thin demonic blood could not hide the slightest bit.
"The God of Light, Venor, does no harm to anyone who believes in him." The Pope's voice rang in Gasiah's ears.
But that was clearly not what he cared about in his heart. Fear was an instinct to him, and what he cared about was whether the god of light, Vino, could really hear the voice of people's faith.
Long ago, LAN said he would not be a pawn in the war of the gods.
Garcia had no idea what was going on in his mind at the moment when LAN tore apart the order. He also did not know how they had returned to Rosemary, and the lively cheers in the streets had brought him back to consciousness.
It was a celebration of victory, and people cheered and threw flowers at the soldiers who had entered the city.
Gasiah was not interested in all this. On the contrary, he felt sad that the glory of victory would always belong only to the living, and that the soldiers who died on the battlefield would be forgotten.
What would LAN say if he were here? Heal the scar and forget the pain?
Gasiah saw Anita in the crowd. The girl accepted the congratulations with a gentle smile, but he could clearly see the hidden pain in her radiant eyes.
She must have known, right? LAN's death.
"LAN will come back." Garcia gave a bitter smile that he himself couldn't convince himself of.
"I accepted my sister's challenge." Anita Talia seemed reluctant to mention that name again, "I always thought she was above me in terms of vision, thinking, and even strength. But my sister admitted that she had lost, lost to my choice."
"Oh." Gasiah had clearly heard about the upcoming duel.
"The gods are still involved in the change of fate." Anita Talia suddenly said indifferently.
"The price of changing one's destiny is huge." Gasiah sighed.
Out of the noisy crowd, the two of them, in a rare tacit understanding, chose an unobtrusive corner and spoke calmly. This is not to say that Anita and Garcia have a bad relationship, but Anita is a quiet girl who is somewhat indifferent, and Garcia is accustomed to putting LAN first, so although they are good friends, they do not know each other well.
"I wonder why LAN chose this way in the end." The sudden sound made Gasiah and Anita eat it at the same time, because neither of them noticed anyone approaching.
"Miss Royal Moon Green." Gassia looked at the forlorn woman behind him, her usually radiant eyes now very dim, the general who was composed when commanding, the girl who was simply reverent in front of LAN, or the fragile but feigning strong little woman who could only let her tears flow quietly when order collapsed.
"If you don't mind, you can call me Sister Qing." Huang Yueqing gave a faint smile, with a hint of melancholy.
"Sister Qing... "Brother LAN..." Anita Talia wanted to say something, but she found that all the comforting words were so feeble, and she suddenly wondered what kind of feelings LAN had used to warm her heart with these simple words.
"Annie, I heard LAN say that he gave you a promise. Could you tell me what it is?" Huang Yueqing asked softly, "He once said that he would give a promise to everyone he liked."
"It was the first time I saw him," Anita recalled, "I had just escaped that terrible curse and I was confused, but I could see that the boy who rescued me had a good impression of me. That was my intuition."
"And then?" Garcia urged impatiently, and he was equally curious about that promise.
"Then I asked him to take me away because he would make me feel calm and let me not think about why I was under that terrible curse. Do you know? Every time I recall the past, a strong hatred Wells up in my heart and I simply can't control it." Anita Talia went on.
Reaching out to stop Gasiah's urging, Huang Yueqing signaled Anita to go on.
"Then LAN agreed." Anita, lost in memory, with the same sweet and happy smile on her face, said to me: 'I will give you happiness, peace, and the serenity you long for. '"
"Calm?" Huang Yueqing's expression was rather strange. According to what she knew, anyone who could be associated with LAN would never have peace, because that guy was simply a big magnet for trouble.
"Though life is not truly peaceful, the mind is peaceful." Anita, thinking of LAN's death, wore a sad expression again. "Just like now, even if I knew he was dead, I would only feel sad and not think about anything else."
This is very good. Huang Yueqing nodded. "In fact, he has always been a crazy fellow. Anyone who has been with him for a long time must learn to get used to a world without him, because we never know when he will show up or disappear."
"The Emperor... Sister Qing 'er, may I ask how long you have known LAN? Gasiah intended to continue using the title "miss", but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that it was likely to disrupt the harmonious atmosphere here.
"My sister and I are twins." Huang Yueqing said with a smile, "As you know, ominous twins, we were just born and abandoned on the divine Wind Prairie of the Four gods - undeniably, the blood flowing in my sister and me comes from this plane."
"Then we were adopted by LAN. It was the first time he came here. Lord Xilan said that when we were taken back by LAN, he was just a little little kid who was just born." At this point, Huang Yueqing laughed with great joy, "That was probably 180 years ago."
"One hundred and eighty years ago? "It's hard to imagine that this seemingly immature little woman and the entire childish LAN could be so old," Gasiah repeated, somewhat dullly.
"Well, maybe longer, but I'm sure it won't be more than two hundred years." Huang Yueqing thought the expressions of the two children in front of him were wonderful.
"Then what keeps you and LAN looking so young?" At the thought of LAN's age, Gasiah was at a loss, but when he recalled what had happened to them, it was possible that LAN was an old monster of that age.
"When magic and martial arts reach a certain level, one can maintain one's appearance. "But," Huang Yueqing sighed, "you may find it hard to understand in this magical plane, but the person who uses magic and martial arts in the plane where I grew up is almost a rare treasure. There is probably only one in about a hundred thousand people, and we call it a 'power user'."
"Why so few?" Anita Talia found it incredible.
"It's a kind of regression. People get used to something called technology, and compared to that, ordinary magic and martial arts are of no use at all." Huang Yueqing said indifferently, "Most of the people I have come into contact with who can use their abilities are orphans brought back from various magical planes. The organization has trained them, and they repay the organization with their own skills."
"Is it so easy to travel between planes?" The two kept asking questions.
However, what Huang Yueqing said was not something they could not understand at all, and LAN also expressed her willingness to give them some appropriate guidance.
"It's not easy. According to the rank of this plane, you probably need to have the power of both a warrior and a mage at level forty. If it's single, you probably need to reach level forty-five. Of course, I calculated it in the same way after level thirty-six." "Huang Yueqing explained.
"Even a god doesn't have such power." Anita Talia was clearly disappointed.
"Sister Qing, can you travel through planes?" Gasiah suddenly asked, apparently having found the key to the problem. Huangyue Qing left this plane and then came back.
"I can travel through any plane, but not because I have such power, but because of the special connection and ability between me and my sister." Huang Yueqing explained, "My ability is to tear through space, and my sister happens to have the ability to position space. But this ability can only be used between my sister and me."
When two people are in the same plane, the space that can be torn apart allows both to pass through, but when they are in different planes, only one person can pass through. Seeing the somewhat excited expressions of the two, Huang Yueqing had to explain again, "and the person passing through must be able to sense the passage, otherwise it will be cut into countless pieces by different planes."
Gasiah and Anita Talia had intended to see the other planes, but upon hearing what Huang Yueqing said, they immediately gave up the idea. After all, no one wants to die for no reason.
"LAN is gone, and my mission is over." Huang Yueqing suddenly smiled sorrowfully, "This is the second time I've heard of his death. I think, no matter how I insist, this time he's really dead."
"May I ask, did you also get LAN's promise? If so, could you tell me what it is?" "Suddenly, Gasiah asked.
"Did you see the vision of the sky that day?" "The various colors of light that descended from the sky," Huang Yueqing retorted.
Gasiah nodded.
"It's a ritual called return. Used for the death of the ancient deities and the neutral." Huang Yueqing sighed, "LAN's promise to me is, 'As long as I believe in him in my heart and never waver, then miracles will come into being. 'He has saved my life countless times in times of crisis, but it clearly doesn't make much sense now.'
"Why not try to trust him?" "Why can't you believe that he's going beyond the boundaries of life and death?" said Gasiah.
"Don't comfort me with words that even you yourself are convinced of." Huang Yueqing appeared rather stern, "Sister is already calling me. I must go."
A black plane appeared before Gasiah and Anita, flat, but one could sense the rampaging energy within it.
"But I still want to thank you, Garcia, because I can't believe that LAN is really dead, even if it's self-deception, believe that he will come back!" Before stepping into the plane, Huang Yueqing suddenly said.
Anita Talia suddenly smiled and looked at Gasiah beside her, "Let's work together. Even if it means deceiving yourself, believe that LAN will come back."
It's hard to imagine that the girl would say such a thing, but Garcia has returned to his former self. "I'm going back to the temple. LAN has left some things in the temple to give you, and some letters have also been left with the Pope."
"In the temple?" Anastalia repeated with a slight surprise, but soon it didn't matter. It seemed that LAN had no intention of getting it back on the day she left Rosemary.
"Well, he said it was a parting gift, wait for me here." Gasiah said, and a few rises and falls had already vanished into the revelry crowd.
"Just look at it... It will soon be a duel with sister..." Anita Talia sighed slightly.