Chapter 402 401 Retribution, the Crime Is Deserved

Chapter 402 401. Retribution, deserved punishment

The distance mentioned by humans was like a joke to Fagutar. In just one day, he found the city-state where the girl was.

Every time he appeared, he would bring unspeakable fear to the local creatures. The seventh-level dragon was already the pinnacle of the era. If Sayer and Vanessa were not considered, no race could stop him.

This time was no exception. He took in the crowd running around in fear, ignoring those warriors and magicians who had the courage to take out their weapons and still stepped towards him despite their trembling legs, and let their bows and arrows and spells fall on the body that seemed to be carrying the forest on its back.

His sight seemed to be able to travel through time and space. Fagutar said that he only drew for a short while in the crowd running like ants, and then he saw the figure that was like a stone, standing in the tide, motionless.

The girl became a young woman, and the young woman became a woman. At this time, her hair was white, but fortunately her eyes were still bright. The moment their eyes met, Fagutar recognized her, and even the ballad that echoed in the forest forty years ago echoed in his ears again.

The sixth-level magic [Silence] was activated.

Fagutar made the city-state fall into silence, but exempted her. He listened attentively, wanting to know what she would say.

"Just woke up?"

Across forty years, she smiled and found the most perfect excuse for Fagutar's lateness. Perhaps the moment when she waited for him to appear forty years ago but did not see his figure, and every time she recalled the past forty years ago, she excused Fagutar in this way.

"As the most adaptable to magic, we are born indifferent to love and affection, as if it was a curse placed by the world on us who are powerful... But at that moment, I felt the pain in my soul." Fagutar slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling something.

"I didn't make any more excuses. As a dragon, I found that I had made the wrong choice. I should have appeared on that day..."

"I told her that I was hesitant and unwilling to admit that I had an attachment to her. This was the arrogance brought by strength, and this arrogance eventually brought me long-term torture."

The girl has not had a good life for forty years. Her father's claim that he would find a home for her is actually a ridiculous statement.

The oppression of the lower classes by the city-states in the late Melias had reached a frenzied level, just like the major city-states on the border of Solon now privately set taxes and opened up new ways to "get rich". The major lords had a fanatical impulse to turn their subjects into slaves. The major lords spent the entire late Melias period in the arms race to exploit their subjects.

Melias, who still firmly believed that he was at his peak, was no longer the giant owl that would spread its wings to protect the human race, but a vicious beast that lay on countless races and sucked blood.

While Fagutar was hesitating, the girl's village suffered a drought. For him, it was just a little dry weather, but for ordinary people, it was a nightmare.

The girl's family, who could no longer pay taxes, had to find a husband living in the city-state so that she would not become a slave.

Although she wanted to refuse, she had to agree for the opportunity of "redeeming their normal identity" in the mouth of her family - although she had other ideas, but in that era, the choice did not belong to them.

As Melias's corruption intensified, the weak but big giant owl began to consume internally, which eventually put a heavier burden on more people who thought they could rest assured living in the city-state.

As a conscientious wife, her husband died in conscription, her children died of plague, natural disasters and man-made disasters were rampant, and she finally lived alone, and redeeming her family became a sad thought.

Fagutar went crazy for the first time. The majestic magic power was like a volcanic eruption, and the hot breath surged from his body, but he heard her, who was no longer a girl, singing the ballad of the past with a voice that was no longer crisp and weathered.

The anger that was enough to destroy the city-state did not fall. Fagutar took her away and accompanied her silently for the next 30 years, witnessing her aging little by little, and then returned to the earth.

In the last days of her life, she did not resent anyone, but just lamented that life was always so difficult and fate was unpredictable.

"Why didn't she ask for your help?" Sayer asked.

"She didn't know about dragons, nor about their ranks. She only knew... the dragon's anger was enough to destroy the world. In the songs passed down by word of mouth, our activities were always accompanied by destruction, fire, and killing. Whether it was third-rate or first-rate bards, our impression in their stories was the same. They were used to labeling us in easy-to-understand ways, so... she was afraid that I would misunderstand her request, and that... many people would die." Fagutar said, "Innocent people..."

Sayer finally understood why Fagutar had warned him and Vanessa when they first met.

They both encountered the most gentle soul that could change them, and what Fagutar could do was to end it all in advance when the torture fell on Vanessa.

This was a heavy curse that was suffocating.

Fagutar buried the girl in the woods on his back, but the curse did not stop with her death. During a long period of time, Fagutar would always feel inexplicably sad when he looked at the human village in the distance. The intense pain always made him want to destroy everything, but that kind soul always curbed his madness in the end.

He began to stop recalling and chose to sleep. In his dreams, he could correct his wrong choices countless times, do whatever he wanted, and listen to her endless chatter.

"I want to try, help me."

As Sayer spoke of his ideas, Fagutar's dragon head was raised high, and his golden vertical pupils were like cracks, as if they could absorb people's spirits.

With the sound of sand and stones falling, Fagutar asked tremblingly: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Sayer said: "It's clear... I am willing to give everything for her, because she deserves to live more than me... Only if she is alive, there will be a slight possibility that the world will change, even if... only a little."

Fagutar did not persuade him again, as if he saw his own shadow in Sayer. He found information about several magic tides and his subjective feelings in the complicated memories.

Sayer took out a scroll, "Here are some of my little tricks in spiritual magic, as knowledge... I give them to you, please help me with one more thing."

"If... if my immersion and the puppet are all out of control, please... stop them."

The scroll was blown back by Fagutar, and he said to Sayer who was going to increase the stakes: "My friend, trading is a blasphemy to me."

Fagutar's voice became softer: "I believe you, you will complete it... Unlike me who can't make changes, Vanessa may come back to you. If she can witness such a miracle, she will be happy, right?"

One person and one dragon reached a silent promise.

Fagtar disappeared into the mist again, and Sayer set out on the way home.

The data is complete, and all he needs to do is adjust the puppet's sensitivity to magic, and everything will be done.

Sayer can feel that his magic is dissipating uncontrollably. He solved his heart disease by replacing his heart, but he has no way to deal with other problems caused by his aging body.

Feeling that his life was coming to an end, Sayer did not go to the surrounding continents, but collected the materials needed for the last link in Mela nearby. His rank dropped to the eighth rank, which made him move faster. He concealed his identity and disguised himself, and bought the three most critical materials for puppet making through barter. After packing everything up, he returned to the island, which was close to the seventh rank.

The signal of life approaching the end was getting stronger and stronger, and he was only one step away. Now he only needed to extract the essence of the materials and make them exert super-standard effectiveness in a condensed way, and then he would be done.

If everything went well...

The remote island welcomed an uninvited guest. This area that had never been cultivated by any tribe was originally unable to be observed in detail because of Sayer's magic circle, but after the rank dropped, Sayer could no longer maintain the operation of the overly large magic circle. I don't know when it started, this has become a heavy burden for him.

The wonderful magical aura on the island attracted the attention of the siren, but the siren avoided it.

Then, the elves also noticed this place. The dangerous aura did not make them retreat, but instead strengthened the idea that "there are strange treasures on the isolated island".

The five races of dragons, elves, members of the Melias Mage Tower, dominant blood races, and magic foxes shared information by chance and formed a magician team of dozens of people to start joint exploration.

Sayer noticed the movement and hastily ended the depiction of the puppet magic circle, intending to activate the barrier again to buy time.

However, as powerful as Sayer was, he could not resist aging. He fell to the seventh level and could not even control the huge magic circle under the burden of his body. His magic power was so weak that it could not resonate with the magic circle arranged at his peak.

The search team pressed forward step by step, and those restrictions that could easily kill them were cracked in laughter. They laughed at the incompetence of the owners of the restrictions and were surprised that such a strong magic aura was protected by such weak magic.

The butterfly and the giant were halfway into the sea. Sayer completed all the carvings for the giant at the last moment. He only needed to separate his consciousness, become the source of the infection, and enter the giant's body, and everything would be completed smoothly.

The violent magic exploded beside Sayer, and the fifth-level magic splashed on his body, and the severe pain interrupted his spellcasting.

Facing the aggressive invaders and the shock and greed in their eyes when they saw the giant and the butterfly, Sayer's eyes were cold.

Wearing a mask, he only murmured to anyone's question: "Only one step away, really only the last bit of magic... Why did you interrupt..."

"Why do you force me to kill?"

The seventh level released the ninth level magic, which was the last bloom of Sayer's broken body.

Dozens of top magicians from various races tried their best and fought hard, but they were still defeated.

They had never imagined that they would encounter such a terrifying magician on an isolated island, and corpses were everywhere for a while.

At the critical moment, the dragon passed Sayer and hit the giant and the butterfly directly - they saw that Sayer was very nervous about the two puppets.

Sayer, who came back to rescue, fell into a trap. Under the influence of his declining rank, he released the monster that should have been locked in the cage.

"Immersion!"

Accompanied by Sayer's loud shout, dark thoughts surged from his body and quickly swept the scene. All the magicians laughed wildly after a moment of stagnation and attacked their companions. The dragons wrestled with each other, tearing each other's flesh with their claws until the bones were exposed.

Level 7, Level 6, Level 5, Level 4…

Just like releasing the last breath in his body, Sayer's vitality quickly dissipated, and his body went limp bit by bit.

Having lost all his strength and unable to control his magic, he glanced at a puppet not far away, but did not drive it. Instead, he gritted his teeth, his eyes red, and supported his body with trembling knees.

Being proficient in mental magic, he could have resisted the filth at this last moment, but for some reason, he seemed to remember something, and drank a bottle of magic potion for himself, using his body like a deflated ball, like a flash of magic, to eliminate all the contamination.

Sayer hugged his head and kept howling, but his feet still headed towards the sea.

Finally, he pounced on the butterfly like a madman, laughing wildly and muttering, completing the final carving.

At the moment when his body fell into the sea, he threw the last bit of consciousness that he thought was "clean" into the core of the giant.

"Please... revive Vanessa."

Sayer Lucamia, the first great magician to reach the ninth level in the history of the Mera continent and an extremely talented one, murmured Vanessa's name over and over again before his death. Then his thoughts, along with his body, were swept into the deep sea by the whirlpool of giants and butterflies falling into the water.

Decades later, Melias' unpopular rule finally ignited the fire of rebellion, and the magic tide provided the east wind to fuel the fire.

Just when the giant owl should have been able to rely on its foundation to continue to survive, just when the rebels were retreating step by step, the giants and butterflies rising from the sea quietly stepped onto the land of Mera.

Sayer's polluted will at the end of his life spread from the puppets, sweeping across Mera like a plague.

Fagotar, who was on the top of the mountain, woke up from his sleep. When he looked at the terrible distortion on the earth, he looked up to the sky and howled sadly.

Vanessa, Sayer, and her name were constantly mentioned.

In grief, Fagutar, as promised, used fire to cleanse his dead friend.

He knew that there would be no more Sayer and Vanessa in this world.

He also knew that he had finally lost his last friend. In the long time, every time he woke up, he would no longer have expectations.

With the determination to die, after several attempts, Fagutar knocked the giant and the butterfly into the deep sea again.