Chapter 281

The female demon tilted her head and said suddenly.

"More than two hundred years ago, he suddenly appeared in the Demon King's City. He destroyed a third of the Demon King's City with one blow, severely injured two of the Seven Bengxians, killed many Demon Generals and even wounded the Demon King before escaping. The mysterious magician——[Wanjian]"

"People of this era should have forgotten that person a long time ago, right? But I won't. After all, I was there at the time. It's really difficult to forget after witnessing such a touching scene... You Since you are an elf, you must have lived from that era to now, right?"

"My fighting style is a poor imitation of that one. In order to express my infinite admiration for her, I spent a lot of energy on this magic."

After listening to what the other party said, Qie felt calm inside.

"You guys really like to lie to people."

"Huh? No, what I said is from the bottom of my heart. I really long for the person who can even hurt the Demon King. I want to meet him in my dreams..."

"I'm tired of listening to your nonsense."

That's right, it's bullshit.

The demons are monsters that have no emotions and only know how to imitate humans. Even tigers, sparrows, and sheep can have emotions and have kinship... but the demons do not.

Pity, admiration, disgust, love... They don't have any of these emotions that humans can have.

Their actions are imitations of humans, and their words are deceptions of humans. They are worthless in Ashe's opinion. Conversations with them are a complete waste of time and saliva.

But now, it is obvious that Qi has no intention of wasting time.

"Okay, then as you wish, I'll let you see it."

"Offer your enlightenment, for here comes the rain of cessation, the blade of atonement, through which only the sinless can pass."

A sense of trembling enveloped me from the top of my head.

It is true that demons do not have human feelings, but they are instinctively afraid of death. In other words, demons will do anything to survive.

The reason why the Demon King can rule the Demon Race is because the Demon King is absolutely powerful. All the Demon Race must obey his rule in order not to be killed by him. The reason why the [Omniscient] Shurahad can command the Seven Bengxians is also the reason why the Demon King can rule the Demon Race. Because he is stronger than Qibengxian.

In a sense, this female demon didn't lie just now... She really cares about [Wanjian] very much, and attaches great importance to the powerful power that can even hurt the demon king... Although I don't know if this counts. It's longing.

Therefore, her eyes were widened now, her heartbeat was beating harder than ever before, and her eyes were filled with a strange light.

"Ahhhh..."

The exact same scene as in the Demon King's Castle reappeared at this moment.

The mirror-like lake replaced the sky, but this female demon knew that this unparalleled beauty would bring destruction and death.

No sound came out of her throat, and the female demon raised her arms as if to embrace the charming figure like a god in the lake.

‘Is this...what humans call touching? ’

No one could answer her doubts.

In addition to this female demon, her two companions also noticed the situation here.

The huge water mirror that seemed to reflect everything on this land, and the uncontrollable boundless fear of impending death, made both Levale and Graosam of [Miracle] change their expressions. .

As big demons who have lived for at least hundreds of years, they understood what it was the moment they saw the water mirror, even though they were not in the Demon King's City at that time and so did not see it with their own eyes.

Graosam wanted to kill Simmel and others, and even more wanted to get the information about the future in Fulian's mind, but Haita kept completely resisting with a protective shield, making it impossible for him to do anything.

Originally, the anxious person should be Haita, because the protective shield would not last long, but when the water mirror appeared in the sky, it was Graosam's turn to be anxious.

The blue lake water enveloped Qi's body, while Qi's singing echoed in the sky.

"The ideal country, the ideal king, gathered in the chalk city are the incorruptible and unparalleled knights, the birds write the fantasies that stir people's hearts!"

"Water Mirror——Maximum expansion! [Holy Sword Remains of Distant Dreams]!"

In the blue lake, water droplets fell like heavy rain.

As it fell, the rain turned into a silver sword shining with holy light.

There is nowhere to dodge or escape, just like a divine decree from the gods.

The dense silver swords poured down like a torrential rain, just like the stars shining down.

Then, these holy swords burst out with dazzling divine light, turning into a beam of light and rising into the sky, covering the stars in the sky and rendering the night into a dazzling silvery white.

…

When Fulilian and others woke up, they saw Ai healing Haita.

"woke up?"

Ai looked at Fulilian and Xinmeier with a smile, and asked warmly: "How are you? Did you have a good dream?"

"……certainly."

After understanding the current situation, Simmel smiled happily, "I had a very good dream."

"Yeah?"

Ai nodded with satisfaction, "That's great. My hard work this time is not in vain."

"Where are the enemies?"

Xinmeier looked at the mess around him and asked Xiang Ji.

In response to this question, Ai shrugged, "One died and two escaped. Leviale escaped at the cost of leaving an arm. Graosam of [Miracle]... I didn't expect that guy to return." With that kind of trick, he managed to save his life even though he was seriously injured. Can he be said to be one of the Seven Bengxians?"

"I'm afraid we will meet again in the future, right? We can only wait until then to deal with them."

Afterwards, Ai and others arrived in front of the Goddess Monument.

Looking at the complete monument of the goddess, Fulilian knew that as long as she put her hand on it and recited the spell in her mind, she could return to the era that belonged to her.

Back to that time... when Simmel was dead.

In order to return to the original era, they have put in so much effort.

But at this moment when she was just one step away from the enemy, Fulilian hesitated.

Looking back, Fulilian saw those familiar figures imprinted in her eyes.

She felt that she should say something at this time.

Otherwise... maybe there will be no chance again.

At Simmel's funeral, when she saw Simmel, who had become a little old man, lying in a coffin filled with flowers, Frilian realized this for the first time.

The second time... was on the day of Haita's death.

Today is the third time.

However, there were too many things she wanted to say... but her mind went blank.

Thank them for always tolerating their own willfulness...

Thank them for being willing to travel with me…

Thank you for teaching me so much...

Thanks to them…

Of course, it’s not just gratitude…but also cherishment, regret, and grievance…and many, many more…

"Flillian."

Simmel spoke up.

It was like the spring breeze blowing over the face, gently wiping away the tears that had not yet fallen from the corners of the eyes... so gentle that it made people want to cry.

How do you do it, what kind of emotions do you have to have... to have such a gentle smile.

Like the rays of sunlight shining through the gaps between leaves, like the cool stream flowing between the fingers in the hot summer.

"When leaving, just say 'goodbye'."

"But……"

Hearing this, Fulilian instinctively wanted to refute something.

By that time, both you and Haita were gone...

"A heavy tearful farewell is not for us, Frillian... After doing that, neither you nor we will be able to travel as easily as before."

Xinmeier's eyes were slightly lowered, and his eyes as clean as the clear sky made it difficult to look away, "Moreover, as long as we are still traveling, there will always be a day when we meet again... Isn't it because you believe this, Have you just embarked on a journey again?”

The gentle and touching voice entered her ears, making Fulian slightly startled. Then, she turned her head and wiped the corners of her eyes. When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with water, and her face was filled with a smile that could make the sun in the sky eclipse. beautiful smile.

"Well... you're right."

After saying goodbye to each other, Fulian recited the spell to go back.

As a beam of light shot straight into the sky, the distortion of time and space was corrected.

The lost elves were sent back to the correct time and space.

…

"……here it is?"

It was like having a super long dream, but also like being in a daze for a short while.

After regaining consciousness, Fulian began to observe her surroundings.

Broken stone monuments, barren land.

"Looks like we're back to the future..."

"Lord Fulilian, what are you thinking about?"

Fulilian tilted her head slightly and looked at Fearon with a puzzled face, "Am I in a daze?"

"Um."

Fearon nodded.

"How long have I been in a daze?"

Florian asked another question.

Fearon was stunned for a moment, wondering why Fulilian suddenly asked this question, and couldn't help but subconsciously said: "What are you talking about?"

As a result, Fulian judged that only a short while had passed by her side.

‘Have I really gone back in time? ’

Frilian had doubts about this, and a feeling of unreality enveloped her whole body.

However, when she saw the brand-new carvings on the stone tablet and reached out to touch it, her doubts were completely dispelled.

'No, I must have gone back to the past... The magic power on the stone tablet has completely disappeared, as if it has completed its mission. The stone tablet here now is just a wreckage. ’

Seeing that Fulilian was in a daze again for no reason, Fearon and Houtalk exchanged glances.

Hugh Tucker suggested: "If we are going to stay here for a while, let's make preparations for camping first."

Fearon nodded, "Yes."

"No, no need."

The two of them looked at Fulilian, and then saw the faint smile of satisfaction on Fulilian's face.

"I've finished the investigation, go back."

Looking at Fulilian standing up on her knees, Fearon asked in disbelief, "Is this the end?"

From the perspective of Fearon and Hugh Talk, Frillian just put her hand on the stone tablet.

Traveling through time and space, going back to the past eighty years ago or something... Even if you say it, it's hard for people to believe it, right?

"Well, I've gained something."

"...That's it."

Fearon finally accepted.

But Hugh Tucker became dissatisfied.

"Could it be that we wandered in the forest for three days and three nights just for that short moment?"

Passing by the two, Fulilian simply said, "Go back to the pass," and then left without looking back.

As if he was used to it, Ferren said to Hugh Tark: "Forget it, Lord Hugh Tark, isn't Lord Fulilian always so casual?"

This sentence was inexplicably convincing.

On the way back, Hugh Tark burst into tears.