The wind is clear and the clouds are light.

The purple-red waves in the sky slowly dissipated, but countless clouds were still stirring and spreading around.

Morin stood in mid-air, his black and gold robe fluttering like a huge flag and sail.

Turning around, Morin saw the dazed crowd below. They seemed to be in a daze, and then showed a fanatical look.

"Holy Lord!"

"Lord Saint!"

At this moment, whether it was the noble knight, the Dragon Prison Warlock, or the Source Knight, they all shouted like crazy, constantly chanting Morin's name.

The shouts were deafening, and at this moment, Morin seemed to be the only one.

Morin stood quietly in the air, not confused by the scene before him. He thought about what happened when he killed Haslaine and the others just now.

"Asmonlai and Aked were almost killed by me." Morin narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was completely an accident that he disguised himself as Asmonlai and went to the royal city. Who could have thought that such a series of events would happen afterwards. The royal family was destroyed, but he not only received the infusion of the world's force and the love of the entire Purgatory world, but also vaguely glimpsed a corner of the ancient times.

"I used the Seal of the World to strengthen the seal. In addition, I previously drained the will of the Purgatory World and stored the World Force for a long time. Therefore, the entire Purgatory World will continue to weaken. It will not be until a long time later that the Purgatory races can return from the seal."

"The situation where Asmonlai and his ilk broke the seal like this and returned despite their limited strength will not happen again."

Morin stared at the direction of Asmonlai Royal City and said, "The royal family of the Purgatory World..."

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Morin killed Haslaine and the others. This was a huge incident. Even though they were far away, the remaining Asmonlai felt a huge sadness surge in their hearts the moment Haslaine and the others died.

They walked out of the room and gathered in the square, looking far away in the direction of the Holy City of Humanity with confused looks on their faces.

Some doubts.

A little confused.

I don’t know where the sadness in my heart comes from, but my heart suddenly hurts.

They were the old, weak and sick among the Asmonlei, and were specially placed by Haslaine in a remote but safe place. They usually had nothing to do and did not participate in any disturbances, so they hid away.

"Your Highness Bernice." The tall knight wearing flowing armor strode to Bernice's carriage. He knelt on the ground, trying hard to suppress sadness on his face.

"The worst thing has happened. The Great Elder and his men had an accident and can never come back. So, according to their final arrangements, you should come with me."

The voice of Asmonlai trembled. He was a member of the guard force arranged here and was also the strongest man left in Asmonlai.

Haslan told him something before leaving, so now, Asmonlai naturally knew what happened.

Morin rebelled, the great elders and others are dead, and now the hope of the entire Asmonlai lies on Bernis.

No matter what, Bernice is always a pure-blood among Asmonlai.

"Jaynes..." Bernice showed a timid look in his eyes. He shook his head and seemed to be having trouble making a decision.

"Your Highness Bernice, have you forgotten your father?"

Jaynes suddenly yelled.

"Well, I... let's go." Bernice's body shook suddenly, and then he nodded hurriedly.

Janes breathed a sigh of relief. They saluted Bernis, then asked a few Asmonlai to protect Bernis's safety and hurriedly left with their men.

He was going to tell all the Asmonlai to migrate to the place of Asmonlai's origin. This was the only place they could go now and it was also their only remaining hope.

"Hu~~" Bernice looked at the looming figure of Jaynes in the distance, listened to his vigorous roar, shook his head, and shrank back into the carriage.

He is a pureblood, and now he has fallen to such a state, which is really shameful.

As soon as he returned to the carriage, Bernice's eyes were attracted by the figure on the couch.

"Claire." Bernice exclaimed, and ran over quickly, saying, "How are you, my little darling, my baby?"

"Sister...sister...I'm...I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

Claire curled up on the couch, her face pale, with a look of panic flashing across her face from time to time, which made people feel heartbroken at the sight of her.

Bernice exhaled heavily, looking worried.

I don't know what happened to Claire. Some time ago, she suddenly fell ill. She was sleeping and waking up from time to time, looking groggy and saying some strange things. She didn't look as pure and attractive as usual.

In order to cure Claire, Bernice tried many methods and invited many Asmonlai who were proficient in treatment, but unfortunately, no matter what method was used, it had no effect on Claire.

"Hey, Claire, it's really hard for me to live without you."

Bernice sighed and began to miss the past.

In fact, the reason why he wanted Claire to be his fiancée was because she could bring him extreme physical pleasure. Now, seeing Claire like this, Bernice was really frustrated.

Bernice sighed and set her eyes on Claire.

His eyes began to light up.

Although Claire was drowsy and looked unconscious, she was curled up at this moment, and her body naturally formed an attractive curve. Just a look at her back made people feel restless and full of fantasies.

“Although you are sick now, Claire, please make me happy.” Bernice murmured to herself with a look of fascination in her eyes.

As she spoke, Bernice wanted to bend down and reach out to touch Claire's body.

But when Bernice just stretched out his hand, a shadow-like figure suddenly appeared in front of him and blocked Bernice.

The figure didn't say anything, but the aura on his body kept surging. At the same time, his palm blurred and he grabbed a cross sword that looked like a shadow.

"Oren!"

The look on Bernice's face immediately darkened.

"Claire...Claire, I will protect you...I will protect you..." Oren did not move, but intermittent strange voices came out of his body.

"Damn it!" Bernice cursed.

Normally, Oren and Claire were inseparable, which made Bernice feel deeply resentful. This time, Oren dared to stand up and stop him. Just thinking about it made Bernice feel furious.

"You want to stop me from dying? Fine, go ahead!"

Bernice roared and rushed towards Oren.

Although his strength was not strong, he was still a royal family after all, and was simply incomparable to ordinary creatures. Not long after, Oren fell to the ground covered in wounds.

"Oren, no one can save you this time, just die!" Bernis's face was ferocious, and his palm changed into Asmonlei's claw. With just a movement, it turned into countless afterimages whistling with the sound of wind, and grabbed Oren heavily.

Oren no longer had the strength to resist and just kept gasping for breath on the ground. Bernis watched this scene and kept sneering. He seemed to see the next scene where his claws pierced through Oren's body and killed him completely.

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

A bright flower suddenly appeared in front of Oren.

That's a poppy.

The poppy is very red and beautiful, like a thorny rose stained with blood.

"Oren." Claire woke up at some point. She floated and landed in front of Oren. She reached out her hand and stroked Oren's cheek.

She was calling Oren's name softly.

Bernice was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.

"Claire, you..." He wanted to say something, but the next moment, countless bright red poppy flowers blossomed around his body.

Bernice's features were distorted and a look of fear appeared on her face.

Poppies bloomed in the air, and Bernice disappeared completely.

Claire stretched out her hand, and a tiny poppy blossomed between her fingers. There was a drop of dark red blood in the pistil, like a pearl or colored glaze.

"The blood of the pure-blooded Asmonlai..."

Claire exhaled softly, and the poppy flowers disappeared. Claire turned her head and quietly looked at Oren who was in her arms.

Oren stared at Claire in a daze. He looked a little dazed, confused, and bewildered, but he couldn't hide the deep love and omnipresent concern he saw for Claire.

Endless tenderness seemed to overflow from his eyes.

"Oren." Claire looked at Oren and smiled, but tears rolled down her eyes.

"I've been through so much, but I didn't expect that you would always be by my side, Oren."

Claire said softly, a smile that broke the ice slowly spreading across her face.

It was like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

Her eyes changed and intertwined, as if flashing through the pain and joy of all living beings, and endless forms of all living beings appeared.

At this time, Claire remembered many things.

"Sister, sister... Alessia, you probably think that I have been knocked down by you and lost in the endless planes and worlds. And Aldene, sister, I am sorry for you. If I hadn't helped Alessia, you probably wouldn't have died."

She thought that her loss in the purgatory world was an accidental experience. She reached out her hand and slowly stroked her heaving body, and suddenly she laughed crazily.

She held the injured Oren in her arms, resting her thigh on his head, lowering her eyelids, looking at him quietly, and whispered, "It's over, it's all over. I'm awake, Oren, I will make you recover. Let's go to the starting point, where the Purgatory world was born and where the royal family originated."

"With Asmonlai's blood, I can do a lot of things."

"The most special purgatory world."

"Sister, are you hiding in the time layer, or in the void cracks that fill the chaotic star realm, or... in the purgatory world?"

Claire reached out and gently stroked Oren's face.

Screams continued to be heard, and blood-red poppies bloomed one after another on the bodies of the Asmonlai outside. The sounds soon subsided, and all the Asmonlai were dead.

Countless blood-red poppies spun, swayed, and bloomed in the air.

Then disappear.

They combined together to form a bright red road with countless poppies blooming.

The horse pulling the carriage let out a long neigh and quickly changed. There was a huge explosion from its body, and then black flames began to burn all over the horse.

A faint red light appeared on the surface of the carriage.

The horse kept running, pulling the carriage on the road where countless poppies were blooming, running farther and farther, and finally disappearing in the distant sky.