Chapter 216 Walpurgis' Dream (Please subscribe!)

It is late autumn, the sky is vast and looks like a crystal sapphire, and an eagle is soaring across the sky.

Gray looked up at the clear sky, feeling an incredible peace, but there was a hint of doubt deep in her heart.

Huh? Why am I here?

Wasn't I tested on the Brocken Peak?

Gray scratched her head, feeling as if she had forgotten something extremely important.

Looking around, Gray found herself in a field of wheat.

In the sunlight, each stalk of wheat is full of ears of wheat, gleaming like gold.

A breeze blew, and the golden ocean swayed in the wind, making a pleasant rustling sound.

Gray stood among the wheat waves, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the refreshing fragrance, a smile unconsciously appearing at the corners of her mouth.

"You're back?"

A familiar voice called out from behind.

Gray looked back in surprise.

In the middle of the endless wheat waves, there stands a small wooden house. A silver-haired boy holds a rice-washing pot in his hands and has a faint smile on his face.

"Wash your hands first, then you can eat."

“Yeah!”

Gray ran across the golden ocean and said happily, "I'm coming right up!"

As soon as I see Yeats, my worries seem to float away.

Although Yeats often teased himself, Grey did not take it seriously and instead felt happy about it.

Inside the wooden house.

Yeats was making a fire and cooking by the stove, with beautiful hands and a focused profile.

Gray stared at his profile unconsciously.

As long as I am with Yeats, I feel peaceful.

Because he is around, I don’t have to worry about anything else and I can encounter happy things every day.

Although he always likes to cook some weird food, Gray thinks Ye Zhi is very powerful. It seems that he can make any kind of monster delicious.

He had a charming fragrance on his body. Grey once asked Yeats where the fragrance came from. Yeats jokingly said it was the pickled spices.

But Gray was very sure that this lavender-like scent was unique to Yeats and could not be covered up by the smell of spices.

"What's wrong?"

The silver-haired boy glanced at Gray, who was sitting at the table with her hands on her cheeks and her eyes distracted, and asked with concern.

"Are we the only two having dinner?" Gray asked absentmindedly.

"Yes."

"Where are the other companions?" Gray lowered her eyes.

"There are only you and me in this house." The silver-haired boy said with a smile.

Gray's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The burning fireplace reflected warm light on her face, the firewood crackled in the flames, and the aroma of rice wafting from the pot, all of which made Gray feel extremely peaceful.

The fire... was so warm.

The small wooden house, with only two people living in it, was enough for Gray.

Gray couldn't tell whether it was true or false for a moment. She let out a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and looked into "Yeats'" eyes.

He was even more gentle and considerate than the real Yeats, as if he was constructed based on the image in her mind.

Sometimes, Gray felt that Yeats was so distant that he seemed to have come from another world. He would say some strange words, but he always had the ability to predict the future.

He was as deep and mysterious as the night. When she was reading quietly with him in the study, Gray would look at him under the pretext of reading the canon. She felt that he suddenly became very strange and distant, as if she were an insignificant star hanging in the night.

And in this warm little house, you can touch the "Yeats" in front of you with your hand.

This even made Gray feel a little hesitant and uneasy, fearing that he would quickly disappear like a burst bubble.

"What's wrong with you?" The silver-haired boy seemed to see what Gray was thinking. He sat in front of Gray and asked with a smile, "Is there anything sad?"

Gray shook her head. She felt very peaceful here, as if she was under a spell. She couldn't even think of a single sad thing.

"That's good." The silver-haired boy smiled slightly, "Wait a moment, the meal will be ready soon."

Gray stood up suddenly and walked quickly towards the tightly closed wooden door. Her body was shaking constantly. The moment she touched the door handle, she heard the almost pleading voice of "Yeats" from behind her.

"Are you going back?"

"I...can't stay here." Gray lowered her head, staring at the door handle, and said without turning back, "I...have to go somewhere."

"Isn't it good to stay here?" The voice said with affection, "Here, there is no danger, and there is no need to be afraid. Everything is the warmest."

Gray's grip on the door handle became tighter.

At the same moment.

Behind the window, the Red Devil stood calmly, his face cold and a sarcastic smile on his lips.

The third level of the Silver Oak Sword is the most difficult, because the devil has already grasped the inner thoughts of the trial-taker through the first two levels, and all he has to do is to continue to amplify this desire in the third level.

Even Lorraine back then couldn't make it through the third level.

Originally, the Red Devil should have been free at that time, but he was forced by Lorraine to become his servant.

Thinking of this, the Red Devil was so angry that his teeth itched. He finally suppressed his anger and looked at Gray who was wavering. He sighed: "This time, I will finally be free!"

Inside the house, Gray held the door handle tightly and muttered to herself:

"I...I don't know."

"I'm not smart enough to think of complicated things." Gray lowered her head and whispered, "I don't know what will happen in the future... I think the current situation is already... pretty good..."

"Stay here." The voice urged again, "You don't have to think about anything, you don't have to fight anymore, you don't have to wander anymore..."

Gray stood there for a long time, holding the door handle, and then let go dejectedly.

The Red Devil let out a long sigh of relief.

Even Luo Lin couldn't pass the trial, so how could a dragonborn girl pass it so easily? In the whole world, the only one who could pass the Silver Oak Sword Trial was Luo Lin, who had already participated in the trial once!

"But Lorraine doesn't even have any fucking ashes left! Haha!!"

The Red Devil laughed wildly and said, "After so many years, I'm finally free!!"

However.

Just as Gray was about to utter the spell, she discovered that the entire wooden house began to shake violently.

"Huh?" Gray was startled.

BANG!!

The wooden door shattered, Gray's pupils shrank, and she saw an eight-legged divine horse breaking in through the door!

Boom! !

The whole house collapsed!

In the ruins.

Gray struggled to get up and looked up at the black-armored knight riding on the eight-legged divine horse with shock in her eyes.

"Ah, you are that one, that one..." Gray pointed at the black-armored knight, dumbfounded, and speechless for a moment.

"Just call me uncle." The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly.

"Ah?!" Gray said in surprise.

“W-What have you done——!!”

A heart-wrenching scream was heard.

Gray looked in the direction of the voice.

The Red Devil knelt in front of the ruins, holding his head and wailing, saying in agony:

"I was so close to winning... but you ruined the trial!!"

King of the Wild Hunt: "That's quite embarrassing."

Suddenly.

The Red Devil turned his head and stared at the King of the Wild Hunt with eyes full of distortion and hatred.

Clang! The Red Devil stretched out his hand and pulled out a shadow sword from the void.

Immediately, he rushed through the ruins and suddenly slashed at the King of the Wild Hunt! "Gray, turn around, quickly."

"Oh oh!" Gray turned around obediently and faced away from the two of them.

Facing the murderous red devil, the King of the Wild Hunt reached out and took off his helmet.

Plop! The Red Devil slid to his knees more than ten meters.

The friction between the knees and the ground produced sparks and raised a lot of dust!

With a clang, the Red Devil dropped his sword and rubbed his hands, saying, "I'm sorry, Master. I admit that I spoke a little loudly just now..."

The King of the Wild Hunt is the master of the Red Devil? Gray was surprised... Then why did he interrupt the trial?

I can’t figure it out... Grey shook her head, regained consciousness, and secretly said that this was a close call.

The illusion just now was too dangerous, and it was aimed at her weak spot. She felt like she was about to lose the trial! But it was forcibly interrupted by the King of the Wild Hunt. Did she pass the trial or fail?

Although she was curious about the true appearance of the King of the Wild Hunt, Gray did not turn around and heard the conversation between the two from behind.

"Thank you for guarding the Silver Oak Sword for so long, Malphite. From now on, you will follow me."

"Master, do you mean... I don't have to protect this treasure anymore?" the Red Devil asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes. From now on, the task of guarding this treasure will be handed over to the hands of that Dragonborn." said the King of the Wild Hunt.

"This is really... really great! Haha, master, you are so wise and powerful that even the apostles can't kill you!" The Red Devil flattered crazily.

"Hmph, give me the mistletoe."

"Okay, okay, it's in this ball of light. I dare not touch that thing. It can cost someone's life if it touches me!"

The sound of horse hooves gradually approached, and Gray heard the King of the Wild Hunt say, "You can turn around now."

Gray turned around and happened to meet the eyes of the eight-legged divine horse. She looked up at the man on the horse and said hesitantly, "Are you... also here to get the Silver Oak Sword?"

“No.” The King of the Wild Hunt said with a stern look, “I have lost the qualification to hold this sword, and you almost made the same mistake as me just now.”

Gray was slightly startled, remembering that she almost lost her mind just now, and immediately asked: "Why are you helping me?"

Gray knew that there was some kind of collaboration between the King of the Wild Hunt and Yeats.

However, the King of the Wild Hunt has no relationship with her, so even if he wants to help, he would help Ye Zhi. Why would he come to support her?

The eyes under the helmet of the King of the Wild Hunt were fixed on the familiar face, but it was not Irina after all.

But... at that time, no one could help me.

And now, it is my turn to help my adopted son and daughter-in-law who are in the same situation.

"There's a saying... Because you've been caught in the rain, you should hold an umbrella for others."

The King of the Wild Hunt said calmly: "Ye Zhi and I are of the same mind. Helping you is only part of my plan to help him obtain the Silver Oak Sword."

"I see!" Gray suddenly realized and said sincerely, "Thank you, King of the Wild Hunt! You are so gentle!"

The King of the Wild Hunt coughed twice and said:

"I just forcibly ended the trial, and the last level of the Silver Oak Sword trial has not yet ended."

"I will place the Silver Oak Sword into your body, and you will take it to Ye Zhi, and he will take the final test."

Gray thought of the difficult test and couldn't help but worry about Ye Zhi: "But..."

"Trust Yeats." The King of the Wild Hunt sighed, "I am full of hope that he can pick up the Silver Oak Sword that I couldn't pick up before."

The eyes of the Wild Hunt King flickered under his mask... He can complete my unfinished business.

Immediately, the King of the Wild Hunt took out a crystal heart from the black fog, revealing the pure aura of the dragon clan.

"This heart is the heart of a dragon?" Gray asked in surprise.

The Heart of the Dragon is an excellent enhancement material for Dragonborn. It not only strengthens their physique, but also has a higher chance of awakening the "Talent·Heart of the Dragon".

The King of the Wild Hunt nodded and said, "The Mistletoe Sword will take root in the host's heart and absorb the host's blood."

"You haven't yet gained full recognition from the mistletoe. Without a strong heart, you won't be able to hold on until the moment you bring this sword to Yeats."

The King of the Wild Hunt looked at the crystal clear dragon heart in his hand and said:

"Come to think of it, this is the first time I have officially met you. Consider this dragon's heart as my gift to you..."

"Giving such an expensive gift as a meeting gift?!" Gray was shocked. "This is not good!"

The King of the Wild Hunt smiled and said, "Nothing bad."

The dragon heart in his hand was shrouded in black mist and gradually floated up. Under a flash of brilliant white light, the heart dissolved into Gray's body.

Cold sweat flowed down Gray's forehead, and all the blood in her body rushed to her heart to digest this majestic dragon power. Faint black scales grew on her neck and then gradually faded away.

Boom! In an instant, Gray's soul power broke through the shackles and reached the fourth ring under the stimulation of the dragon's heart! The King of the Wild Hunt nodded slightly and said, "It will be even more painful next. The mistletoe will temporarily take root in your heart. You must be patient."

A small ball of light slowly floated towards Gray.

In the light ball, there was a small section of mistletoe... Gray murmured, "It was such an insignificant plant that killed the God of Light?"

"The weak and the strong can transform into each other."

The King of the Wild Hunt said, "Pass this sword to Ye Zhi. Let him, who is still a fledgling, endure this final test!"

The Red Devil's eyes flickered.

In his eyes, he reflected the dragonborn girl, whose face was in pain because of the mistletoe taking root in her heart.

In a fairy tale, in order to make a rose turn red, the nightingale needs to place its heart against the thorns of the rose and sing loudly when the thorns pierce the nightingale's heart. Only in this way can the nightingale's heart blood dye the rose red.

Gray is the nightingale, and now she is bringing the rose to Yeats.

The Red Devil crossed his fingers, recalled the girl's hesitation, determination and weakness during the trial, and smiled slightly.

In the deepest part of her heart, Yeats's name appeared repeatedly...Yeats must owe her a lot.

*Brocken Mountains.

The battle between Lilith and Sariel continues.

Ye Zhi stared at the fight between the two under the moon, and saw that Hilde beside him suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the air.

Clang! The space was trembling.

A devil with red skin barely avoided the sword wind, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and shouted, "Spare his life!"

"Hmph, the devil still dares to cause trouble!" Hildreth's sword continued to chop down.

"Wait, Hildreth, listen to what he says first!" Ye Zhi stopped him.

Hildreth forcibly retracted his sword and glanced coldly at the Red Devil, signaling him to speak quickly if he had anything to say.

The Red Devil glanced at the red-haired beauty who had a very different personality from Gray, secretly thinking that Ye Zhi was very lucky, and cleared his throat and said:

"I am here to convey the will of my Lord. Ye Zhi, are you willing to accept the trial of the Silver Oak Sword?"

Ye Zhi was slightly startled and quickly asked back: "Isn't your master Lorraine? Is he still alive?"

The Red Devil looked normal, but was surprised. How did he know? !

"That's not the point." The Red Devil smiled, "Don't you want to know where Gray is?"

Ye Zhi's eyes fixed, and he thought quickly in his mind.

"Don't think about it." The Red Devil interrupted, "Gray has passed the first two levels of the Silver Oak Sword test, but is trapped in the third level and can't get out."

"If you can pass the third test, Ye Zhi, you can not only save Gray from danger, but also obtain the Silver Oak Sword!" said the Red Devil with a smile.

"Don't believe the devil's words!" Hildreth said coldly, "The trial he mentioned is definitely not that simple!"

The Red Devil shrugged and said, "I have learned a little about you through Gray, Ye Zhi... Even if you give up the Silver Oak Sword, you won't give up her, right?"

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

Ye Zhi was silent, then said, "So, if I fail the trial, what will the price be?"

"The price is to stay in the illusion forever instead of Gray."

The Red Devil bewitched, "Whether you pass or not, you can save Gray. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

"Indeed." Ye Zhi looked deep in his eyes and said, "It was the King of the Wild Hunt who ordered you to do this, right?"

The Red Devil was surprised, this kid is really difficult to deal with!

"Make a decision quickly." The Red Devil avoided the question and continued, "Time is very precious."

Yeats took a step forward.

Hildreth held his hand.

Ye Zhi squeezed her palm, signaled her with his eyes to rest assured, and then walked towards the Red Devil and said:

"I am willing to accept the trial."

The Red Devil looked into Ye Zhi's deep eyes, and a smile gradually appeared on his face:

"Then the deal is done!"

"I will show you your deepest desires, and if you are not satisfied by that, you will pass the trial!!"

A hallucinatory light enveloped Yeats.

Ye Zhi emptied his body and felt his consciousness sinking into darkness. At the end of the darkness, a white light appeared.

"My heart's desire?"

Even Yeats himself didn't know what he longed for.

With a hint of curiosity, Ye Zhi walked to the end of the white light and came to a long corridor.

What came into view was actually a modern aquarium.

Yeats was in the underwater corridor of the aquarium. Colorful ornamental fish swam over the glass above his head, and he could see beautiful red anemones through the glass beside him.

Seahorses, jellyfish, sharks...

Yeats walked slowly through the underwater corridor and looked at the familiar Chinese characters on the introduction board, feeling a sense of familiarity.

Yeats liked staying in the aquarium, especially when passing through the underwater walkway. The mottled light and shadow fell on the quiet corridor, as if he was in the deep ocean. Although lonely, he was surrounded by warm sea water.

The corridor seemed to have no end and became wider and wider. Yeats even saw a magnificent blue whale swimming over his head.

The blue whale's body instantly blocked out all light. In the darkness, Yeats heard a gentle broadcast voice:

"The aquarium is about to close. Please leave from the exit in an orderly manner. Thank you for your cooperation..."

Then, the melodious sound of saxophone sounded.

Ye Zhi suddenly realized that he was taking advantage of the holidays to visit the aquarium.

As long as you leave from the exit, you can return to the familiar city. Comics, computers, new episodes, novels... everything familiar is waiting for you in the air-conditioned room.

It's time to leave, Ye Zhi thought, but... did I forget something?

He looked back at the underwater corridor that was so long that he could not see the end, and there was nothing behind him.

Ye Zhi felt indescribably sad. Standing in front of the gate, he took out a crumpled ticket from his pocket and handed it to the faint green fluorescent light...

"Yeats——!"

Gray called out.

Ye Zhi was slightly stunned and looked back.

Grey was standing under the underwater corridor wearing a modern girl's sailor uniform, a white shirt, a pleated skirt, and small leather shoes. She looked very beautiful.

A beautiful and lonely blue whale swam over her head, and the mottled light and shadow shone on her through the waves. She touched her red eyes and said:

"Are you going back?"

"The aquarium is closing," Yeats said. "I have to go home. I have a cat at home and I have to go back to feed it..."

"I know that your home and relatives are very far away!"

Gray suddenly spoke loudly, then gradually lowered her voice, tears welling up in her red eyes, and whispered:

"But could you... not leave?"

"Just think of it as being for me."

Gray forced a smile and choked up, "Can you stay?"

Ye Zhi opened his mouth and looked past the gate to the corner of the exit.

From around the corner came the sound of quick and chaotic footsteps.

Ye Zhi's heartbeat suddenly became rapid, and he quickly looked back at Gray.

Behind Gray, at the end of the long corridor, countless pairs of eyes opened in the darkness.

A strong sense of fear surged in Ye Zhi's heart.

“Gray!!”

In the Brocken Mountains, the Evil Eye Apostle sensed the divinity of the Silver Oak Sword and directly abandoned the battle with Lilith. He descended in front of Ye Zhi, who was leaning against a tree unconscious, and opened countless eyes on his wings.

Hildreth confronted the Evil Eye Apostle in the sky, holding a huge sword and looking determined.

“Get out of there!!”

Yeats shouted, "Come to my side!"

"I can't do it, Yeats." Gray pursed her lips and said in a trembling voice, "You can only stay."

Ye Zhi threw away the ticket and ran towards Gray: "Stay there and don't move!"

In the Brocken Mountains, hundreds of lasers shot out from the eyes of the Evil Eye Apostle at the same time, passing over Hilde and blasting towards Ye Zhi behind the tree.

A thousand shadows stretched out from the darkness of the corridor, reaching toward Gray.

There was a gleam in her tearful eyes: "You...are not leaving?"

"It's too late, Gray!" Ye Zhi reached out to Gray who was about to be swallowed by the shadow, "Come closer to me!"

"Yeats——"

Gray wiped away her tears, burst into laughter, and said, "You are so beautiful, please stay for a while!"

Brocken Mountains.

Time stood still, the gaze attack hovered in mid-air, and even the hideous face of the Evil Eye Apostle was motionless.

The King of the Wild Hunt rode on an eight-legged horse, carrying the unconscious Grey on his shoulders, walked past the apostles and placed Grey next to Yeats.

"Master, is it really okay to use such a powerful spell on these two little ghosts?" asked the Red Devil.

The King of the Wild Hunt used black mist to swallow up the gaze attacks from all over the sky, stared at Ye Zhi for a long time, and sighed:

"After all, he calls me godfather..."

“Master, Michael is coming to attack us again from the divine realm!” The Red Devil’s face changed drastically. “It’s been hundreds of years, and this guy is still chasing you!”

"Let's go. It would be bad if we continue to go around in circles with the Archangel and let Him affect this battlefield."

The King of the Wild Hunt casually tore off his cloak and threw it on Yeats and Grey as a blanket, then his figure was shrouded in black mist and disappeared.

Aquarium, Yeats's movements are stilled.

Gray wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand, walked to Ye Zhi who was still reaching out, and stared at his face.

Immediately, she pursed her delicate lips and felt her heart was about to jump out.

Mustering up her courage, Gray stood on tiptoe and pecked Yeats lightly on the lips.

In fairy tales, kisses always carry powerful magic.

The prince always kisses the sleeping princess, and then the princess wakes up, and everyone is happy.

Gray's cheeks flushed, and she thought, Yeats, let this kiss help you pass the test! Time passed again.

In the Brocken Mountains, Yeats opened his eyes and looked at Gray who was nearby. She had also woken up.

"Ye Zhi, I..." Gray's cheeks were flushed with shame.

"I heard the call of the Silver Oak Sword. It recognized us."

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered, and he whispered, "Where did you put it?"

"Um..." Gray's cheeks turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

Immediately, she stretched out her hands, took Ye Zhi's hands, and placed them on her chest.

Ye Zhi was slightly surprised.

Gray's chest was enveloped in a ball of scorching white light, and her arms could even penetrate directly into her body through the white light.

"Put it in there," Gray said in a trembling voice, "at the position of the heart... and then..."

"Draw your sword, Yeats!"

Here it comes.

Ye Zhi's body trembled.

This middle school-like feeling of drawing a sword from the chest! The background music has already sounded in my ears. I suspect that the King of the Wild Hunt deliberately arranged it this way. This guy is always in the second dimension! Ye Zhi took a deep breath and slowly put his hand into Gray's chest.

Immediately, in the shining white light, the hilt of the Silver Mistletoe Sword was gradually drawn out! The soul power in the body rose rapidly under the stimulation of the mistletoe.

Ye Zhi felt that even the curse in his body was melting away under this light.

In just a short moment, the soul power has reached the peak of the third ring.

And, as the Silver Oak Sword was pulled out bit by bit.

The insurmountable bottleneck between the low ring and the high ring was also gradually broken through! In the sky, Lilith looked at the divinity revealed from Ye Zhi, with deep surprise in her eyes.

This aura is... the Silver Oak Sword? !

How is it possible?! Even gods cannot pass the test of the Silver Oak Sword.

How could this young man be recognized by the Silver Oak Sword? The birth of a legendary weapon is always accompanied by a terrifying and shocking momentum.

Lilith's red hair fluttered in the wind, and fanaticism gradually emerged in her eyes!

Forming an alliance with this little guy was the right choice! ! The eyes of the evil eye apostles all widened.

Seeing Ye Zhi pulling out the Silver Oak Sword, everyone's pupils shrank rapidly! The legendary weapon actually appeared here? !

What a coincidence, it was taken away by this human! ! He was afraid of strong light, especially the strong light with the power of the Holy Land. The Silver Oak Sword was stained with the divinity of the God of Light and could release unparalleled brilliance.

At this moment, the Silver Oak Sword was emitting dazzling light, but the Evil Eye Apostle did not dare to close his eyes, for fear that Lilith would take advantage of this opportunity to launch a sneak attack!

This is simply impossible!

The more the Evil Eye Apostle thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed to him. How could humans actually compete with gods?

"Ye Zhi, give it a sword!!" Lilith shouted excitedly.

As long as Ye Zhi uses the Silver Oak Sword to inflict some damage on Sariel, the balance will be broken, and she will be able to defeat Sariel! "That's exactly what I meant!"

In the dazzling light, Ye Zhi raised the silver oak sword in his hand high with a stern look.

The Walpurgis night, scenes flashed back in Yeats's mind.

Gretchen dancing in a pool of blood in front of the cathedral, and Hildurde rushing thousands of miles to slay the devil;

Circe, who lived and died with Kendra, and Grey, who passed the test at all costs...

This moment.

The aura on Ye Zhi suddenly broke through the fourth ring!

Under the reflection of the Silver Oak Sword, the silver-haired boy holding the rapier became the focus of the entire battlefield.

Cersei gradually woke up, and with Kendra's support, they looked towards the mountain top in the distance.

"That is..." Circe's eyes were filled with shock, "The legendary holy object?"

Kendra's eyes were as shocked as Circe's. He had seen the young man holding the Silver Oak Sword. It was his student Ye Zhi! How could Ye Zhi be here? How could he have such amazing power! Thousands of words converged into Kendra's stunned tone: "That's... my student."

Cersei was stunned and sighed, "You really... have a good student!"

“High Priest!!”

Clan and Gretchen appeared on the hillside behind them. She stumbled over and hugged Cersei.

With a motherly tenderness on her old face, Cersei stroked Gretchen's head and asked Crane, "Why did you bring her to such a dangerous place?"

Clan smiled bitterly and said, "When I saw Lilith show up, I thought there was no safer place than by your side, so I..."

At this moment, a surging white light suddenly spread out on the battlefield!

The scorching light slashed down.

The Evil Eye Apostle's eyeballs suddenly shrank.

This sword was completely unable to break His defense, but the light divinity remaining on the blade made Sariel feel deeply fearful, which gave Lilith an opportunity!

Ye Zhi looked up at the sky, only to see Lilith completely crushing Sariel, laughing wildly and devouring His divinity.

There is no need for me to intervene on the battlefield over there anymore.

Yeats felt exhausted, lost his balance and fell backwards.

Boom! Gray and Hildreth helped him steady at the same time, their eyes met, with an indescribable subtlety.

Ye Zhi smiled silently.

In this situation, Yeats couldn't help but think of the last paragraph of the poem "Faust".

There is a saying that——

All impermanent things are nothing but a metaphor; most of the time things are not as we wish, but now we have achieved what we wished for;

Fantasy is hard to describe in words, but it becomes an article; the eternal woman is always there, guiding us upward! ...

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