"When the moonlight shines on my face."
"I think I'm about to change..."
Inside the hotel room, Char was humming a little tune while activating his mental power to check the various things in his space pocket and soul contract space.
"The prop reserves have been confirmed to be correct."
"My mental state is still okay."
"Mechanical structure, immortal metal 'Dragon Snake Mercury', black knight machine, spirit particle fusion reaction array... confirmed." ”
"Ready perfectly."
It was still the same confirmation as before the final curtain call of the echoes of the history of the ancient country of Cang Ting.
After doing all this, Xia Ya slowly turned around.
...
...
Then, he looked at Aurora and Sylvia behind him.
"Well, let's get started."
Char's voice was flat.
It was as if what he was about to do was just an ordinary outing.
However, in the eyes of the silver-haired witch behind him, the weight of these words was so heavy.
Sylvia stared at the boy in front of her.
Black hair, black eyes, and a slender figure.
His handsome face had deep features and an indifferent expression, making it difficult to see what he was thinking.
The young man looked exactly the same as the one Sylvia saw in the burning ruins on the day when the ancient Cang Ting Kingdom was destroyed.
At the beginning, it was this black-haired young man who saved Sylvia from the endless darkness, gave her the courage to live, and became the most dazzling light in her life.
But it was different from that night.
Right now.
Sylvia knew clearly in her heart that the determination in the boy's eyes was not for herself, but for another woman.
Sylvia's lips moved slightly, but finally stopped.
She just felt the bitterness and pain in her heart.
After a long time, she finally felt a little better.
Once again, Char heard the ethereal voice echoing in his spiritual ocean.
"Brother Char, are you sure you want to enter the Reverberation of History again?"
But compared with the calm and indifferent clear voice of the past.
At this moment, Sylvia's words were filled with an indescribable tangle.
"The last time you came back from history thousands of years ago, you should have known how violent the river of time is today."
"Even if we went downstream and returned to the original node, Brother Xia, you almost got lost in the time rift."
"What's more, it's once again going against the current."
Sylvia looked into Char's eyes and said, "Brother Char, I know you still have a secret... If not for this, you would never have been able to travel through history and come to my side with your strength of the second or third ring."
"but……"
The ethereal voice of the Blue Silver Witch paused slightly:
"You should know that this time is different."
"Yeah, this time it's different."
Char nodded calmly.
Through his second soul contract, he has clearly received Shanshan's feedback.
With Shanshan's own strength alone, the road to the Remnants of History has been greatly blocked, and it is extremely difficult to enter again.
"That's why I need you and Xiao Ai to stay in the current timeline, Sylvia, and break through the long river of history for me."
"At the same time, the Holy Lance and the bond between us will serve as my guide and beacon when I return from the long river of history."
Sylvia's lips moved slightly.
"Do you really have to go?"
The words were still ethereal and clear, but with a little ripple.
"How should I put it..."
Char thought for a moment and spoke softly, "In fact, from an absolute rational point of view, there is no need for me to enter the remnant of history again."
This statement is true.
His second system mission has actually been completed... Although it was an accident, Char has indeed earned the eternal infamy of being a "troublemaker".
Most of the mission rewards have already been distributed. Even if you enter the remnants of history again, you can still get certain rewards, but the rewards are completely disproportionate to the risks they represent.
As for wrong history, there is no need to worry about it, as the Holy Grail of Knowledge says.
The fantasy belt will eventually be corrected by the correction force, all distortions and errors will eventually be corrected, and those who made the mistakes will be wiped out... This is the basic legal principle that has been imprinted at the bottom level since the existence of this world.
From the First Age to the present, this theorem has never been broken.
So even though Isadella performed such an astonishing feat, except for the Dawn Church that tried to intervene, almost all demigods and true gods sat on the sidelines and watched.
It is because they know that everything Isadela is doing now is nothing but a fantasy.
Since it is a bubble, no matter how prosperous it is or how flourishing it is, it will eventually burst. It is only a matter of time.
The lifespan of mythical creatures is so long that it is even long enough to span the changes of the eras... In their eyes, what Isadella did was just chasing after illusions and was completely meaningless.
He had lost his hard-earned throne in vain.
"But……"
Xia shook his head slightly.
He also looked into Sylvia's pale silver eyes without avoiding them.
"Unfortunately, as you can see, Sylvia, I am just that kind of person who chases after the unreal things."
Char smiled slightly.
"If I don't pull back the princess who has gone astray right now, then Char won't be Char anymore."
"Just like when I was in the ancient country of Cang Ting, both Norton and the Ancient God of Dusk invited me sincerely and earnestly. They were not just pretending to be nice to me, but really wanted to share power and the throne with me..."
"I will still choose to shoot them."
He gently stretched out his hand and stroked the head of the Silver Witch in front of him.
The long pure silver hair still feels so soft, just as I remember.
Noticing Char's actions, Sylvia couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes.
This action is so familiar.
In the beginning, she was not yet a legend, nor the Lord of the White Tower, but merely the naive and romantic daughter of the Grand Duke in a family mansion.
Brother Xia often touched her head and told her stories outside the Principality of Cang Ting.
It tells about the majestic grandeur of the Three Sages Snow Mountain, the boundless vastness of the Golden Plains, the romantic love of the mermaids singing on the rocks, and their tears condensing into pearls...
This is the most precious memory in Sylvia's heart. Even after five hundred years, it is still as fresh as ever and has never faded at all.
And they met again five hundred years later... although they both tacitly agreed not to mention it.
But in reality, the once ignorant girl has become the king who reigns supreme... Along with the transformation of her identity and status, there is also a reversal of the two people's power. Sylvia found that there was still an implicit barrier between herself and Brother Xia.
This was not something that either of them did intentionally. Neither Sylvia nor Char was the type of person who cared too much about identity and status... but this gap did exist, making it impossible for their relationship to return to its original state in the Brunstadt family mansion five hundred years ago.
That was why Sylvia was so obsessed with letting the white cat that she had transformed into her spirit act coquettishly and cutely, and she didn't care even if she risked being discovered and socially disgraced. It was because Sylvia had discovered that only with this identity could she get close to Char with ease.
But at this moment, Sylvia clearly felt that the unnatural feeling between the two of them had melted away like ice and snow.
She is no longer the high and mighty Lord of the White Tower, but is still the naive daughter of the Grand Duke.
Squatting in a corner of the courtyard in the afternoon sun, the boy's slender hands rested on his head, with a faint warmth.
"Open the time channel, Sylvia."
The black-haired boy's words were still so profound, as if everything was under control.
"Trust me, I'll be back."
"good."
Sylvia nodded gently without hesitation.
Just like she would unconditionally believe whatever Char said.
Sylvia's slender white fingers tapped lightly in the air.
The next moment, an illusory river of time spread around the Blue Silver Witch.
From a short trickle, it continued to expand and extend, turning into a raging river or sea.
And at the very upper reaches of the raging river of time.
Xia saw a shining golden sword and a shadowy figure holding the golden sword.
The pale golden glow around her transformed into a country, cutting off the flow of history.
Xia's thoughts moved slightly.
Immediately afterwards, ancient shadows like tree rings also emanated from his surroundings, slowly harmonizing and synchronizing with the illusory river of time.
And Xia's figure began to fade slowly, moving upstream at a very slow speed.
This was an experience completely different from any of Char's previous historical remnants. Every step forward was met with great obstacles, and even with Sylvia's help, the progress was still extremely slow.
"What's wrong, Xiao Ai?"
Char's figure faded slightly, and he looked at the blonde girl on the other side of the room.
From the beginning, Aurora never spoke a word, but just stared at him with her beautiful sky-blue eyes that were as indifferent as ice and snow.
"Are you sulking because I'm going to bring Her Royal Highness back?"
"Although my return trip may only be a blink of an eye for you, from my physical sense, the time I spent there may have been counted as years."
Xia smiled at the girl in front of him and opened his arms: "Before we part, why don't you give your boyfriend and fiancé some benefits?"
Airola blinked and moved closer to Char.
However, she did not give him a farewell kiss or a hug as Char had guessed.
Aurora just gently extended her little finger.
Then, he carefully placed it on Char's little finger.
Xia couldn't help but be slightly startled.
He was very familiar with this action. After all, it came from his memory as a time traveler... However, the last time Xiao Ai did such a move with him was on a snowy day in the north eight years ago.
"You're lying."
Airola spoke into Char's ear in a voice so small that only they could hear each other.
Xia was stunned.
“You never say ‘trust me’ until you are truly sure of something. ”
“You only use “ready perfectly” and “believe me” repeatedly to emphasize your lies because you don’t want Miss Sylvia and me to worry. ”
"I know you're ready to never come back."
The two people's little fingers were hooked together, with a cool touch.
Airola looked directly into Char's eyes with her beautiful blue eyes.
“So, this is a new vow.”
"We will never abandon each other or betray each other along the way, whether alive or dead, rich or poor."
"And the deadline is no longer 'no change for a hundred years', nor is it a thousand years, or ten thousand years..."
"But, forever."
Xia Ya was stunned for a moment and was about to speak.
But the next moment, the illusory river of time between Sylvia's fingers suddenly surged, as if breaking through the barrier of the holy sword.
Char's figure quickly disintegrated and flew upstream in history.
That was the country once called Esgania, and it was also the time when the old era and the new era changed.
It's not for a superficial reason like the mission reward, but simply because of my own will.
Thus, Char arrived at the end of the Golden Kingdom.
It is also a thorny finale.
…
Sacred calendar, year one.
Esgania, the thousand-year-old city.
This is a dark and cold ancient city shrouded in the curtain of eternal night.
It does not stand on the earth, but is among the stars, in the ocean where the stars gather.
On the land of Esgania below, the Knights of the Round Table, who had already eliminated Vortigern and the monsters of the abyss, were leading their soldiers and patrolling the entire territory in full swing.
They were carrying out the orders of the Knight King, vowing to pursue the enemy bravely and wipe out all the aliens from this land.
However, everyone, whether they were knights, princes, nobles or the Church of Dawn, tacitly avoided this city hanging high in the sky.
This is the will of the Knight King.
It is precisely because of this that, although they are in the same place, this dead silent city shrouded in eternal night and the war-torn yet vibrant territory below seem to be separated into two worlds.
There is no starlight, nor the brightness of the sun.
Only the occasional bright light of the silver moon shines through, adding a touch of desolation to this ancient city.
Thousands of silver-white coffins were piled up in this ancient city, but there was not a single trace of living creature.
Deep in the city, there is a quiet garden.
The moonlight was cold and bright, illuminating the only living being in the garden.
The girl in the black skirt raised her head slightly.
As if she had noticed something, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in her eyes, which were shrouded in shadows and night.
This place is like a dead city.
After a long time, the first visitor other than her arrived.
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