A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
The sound of weapons clashing could be heard from time to time, and two figures, one in red and one in black, moved back and forth in the hall. The originally snow-covered floor was now in a mess, with all kinds of scratches and scattered snow everywhere.
Although Edren's original strength was only Sequence 6, with the blessing of several royal relics, he is now not weaker than a Sequence 7 transcendent, and may even be better.
A pair of blood-red crescent moons appeared in his pupils, and then bright red magic power rose in the hall like endless fireflies, then danced and gathered.
The crimson magic was woven into broad wings, crystal-like armor, and a narrow sword. After being fully strengthened, Edren floated in the air. A huge virtual red moon gradually emerged on the dome of the temple, blooming with a sacred and dreamy color, dyeing the white snow on the ground into a gorgeous bright red.
[Blood Moon Zhuserberg] (Holy Creation): At the end of the 'Sun of Divine Wings', a holy creation created using fragments of the Crown of God, possessing partial powers.
Attribute: Bloodline - Demon
field:
[Red Moon Manifestation] (Greatly enhances the abilities, skills, and strength of the Demonic Order, making it an extremely convenient and comprehensive ability)
[Red Descendant] (Can grant the body a terrifying regenerative ability. Unless it evaporates instantly and dies, almost all injuries can be repaired in a short time)
In addition, while he was fighting, an ancient oil painting slowly unfolded in the hall and then transformed into the scene of this palace, making people feel as if they were standing in a golden field in autumn.
[Yuanye Arolisha] (Holy Creation): A holy creation created at the end of the 'Sun of Divine Wings' using fragments of the Crown of God, possessing partial powers.
Attribute: Space-Time-Scroll
field:
[Endless Wilderness] (After unfolding the scroll, a golden wheat field depicted in the oil painting will be embedded in the original world. Non-owners who enter the wheat field will be lost in the endless wilderness)
[Vision of Fertility] (If the appropriate magical power is injected, the wheat fields in the scroll can be made to mature and produce ears of wheat. However, after using this power several times, the relic will become dormant.)
In addition to these two holy objects, there is another holy object kept in the temple, but at present, activating these two is already the limit of Edren.
"Turn into ashes..." Edren looked at the tiny boy below, swung his sword, and countless bright red light particles floated towards him and turned into burning flames.
As if with a loud bang, a sea of fire spread out in the world of rolling wheat waves, drowning the young man who was running in it.
Elio swung his sword, trying to cut through the wave of fire, but the suffocating heat engulfed him the moment it made contact.
In the twisted red flames, everything became blurred, and then the flames dissipated, leaving only a charred figure lying in the wheat field.
Looking at this horrifying scene, the nobles watching from afar were horrified and even a little bit unbelievable. Could it be that the future emperor of the empire died here?
Fortunately, the silver-purple maid still stood there calmly, preventing them from losing their composure.
In the sea of embers and black ashes, the charred figure suddenly moved and then stood up.
Seeing the 'corpse' that had clearly been burned by him standing up, Edren frowned deeply.
He aimed his palm at the young man, and then fired the crimson spear like rain, piercing the fragile body again and again, bringing up a large cloud of blood mist, and finally forming a bloody 'hedgehog' on the ground.
But this time, before he could relax, the 'corpse' hanging in the 'hedgehog' melted like snowflakes, turning into ice mist, and then condensed in the wilderness, forming the intact Elio.
He raised his head slightly, and ice mist condensed in his palm, then turned into a silver-white sword blade.
'The Eternal King of Rime'
This is not only the title given to Elio by Kornos, but also represents the noble blessing given to him by the witch, allowing him to transform into ice mist and be reborn countless times.
The battle continued again. Elio's figure flashed, avoiding the rushing red torrent, like a white ice mist spreading upward from bottom to top.
A thin layer of white frost began to cling to the sacred red moon, dimming its brilliance, while tiny shards of ice began to float in the sky.
The silver sword formed by ice mist and the blood-red long sword collided in the air, and bursts of crisp sounds rang out in the air, never stopping.
During the battle between the two, Edren killed the young man dozens of times, but he was still able to revive and condense again like ice mist.
Gradually, Edren began to be injured, and the edges of his armor gradually began to break.
However, with just a single glimpse of the red moon's light, the wounds on his body disappeared and his armor returned to its original state.
The two men were locked in a long and bitter battle, unable to defeat each other.
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When the nobles' private army and the Dark Moons captured the Rose Palace, a noisy sound was heard from the rear. A warrior with blood-stained clothes rushed forward with a sharp spear in hand, broke through the palace gates one after another, and began to move towards the deepest part.
Behind him, soldiers covered in scars also rushed forward. They were well-trained and fired in formation, using various alchemical tools. As soon as they came into contact with them, they attacked the Dark Moons in red clothes with a fatal blow.
The sound of gunfire continued. Some of the Dark Moons in red were shot into sieves before they could get close, and fell to their knees in the rain. The already chaotic palace was filled with more corpses, and dark red blood flowed quietly along the ravines.
Looking at the palace ahead that was gradually becoming quiet, Sifley felt anxious. He had a vague premonition of the worst and could no longer endure such slow progress.
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