Fairy’s Box

Obelisk, under the Bastion.

Yale recovered from the shock, forcibly turned his eyes away from the vortex in the sky, and was about to continue the slaughter, but found that the prism in his hand suddenly shriveled.

Not only the one in his hand, but looking around, all the prismatic bodies on the entire land shrouded in the flames of war were shriveled, as if at this moment, the essence was extracted at the same time.

"Ah...!!!" In the dark, a terrifying cry similar to a woman's childbirth suddenly spread from the air, echoing in the hearts of every survivor.

The sky suddenly began to shake violently, and there was a dull low-frequency sound.

The moment before the time-space tunnel closed, a faint white light shot towards the earth, shining on the top of the obelisk, and it disappeared like lightning.

Benedict and the others saw Cromwell's burly figure returning here again. The old man had a few strands of silver in his hair, but with a satisfied smile on his face, he held Durand in both hands. Er, handed it to them:

"Since then, the old man has no regrets."

"Finally it's over." Eleanor had mixed feelings in her heart, her nose was sour, and she murmured with her hands covering her cheeks.

"No, our battle is over."

Dean Benedict took the holy sword with a dignified expression and put it back into the scabbard. The students who were ignorant and dazed below their heads, said indifferently:

"Their battle will continue."

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean, hasn't the Heretic God been defeated by the old general?" Jehain was startled and couldn't help asking.

"Mistertin is still alive." Cromwell stroked his gray beard, and there was still a trace of sadness on his brows, and said a little dejectedly:

"I'm older than I thought. If I don't absorb the power of the sea of ​​​​trees, I can't maintain my true body. I can only chase Angrit to leave this half-plane."

Hearing his words, Eleanor had an unbelievable look on her face, and said blankly:

"Obelisk is definitely not at this level. No matter how old you are, you still have the ability to destroy the world! How can you not solve the ghost of a mere evil god?"

"Even if he is dead, after all, he is the main **** who fought against the Lord of Flowers of the Seasons." Arbitrator Claudius sighed slightly, and patted his friend's shoulder at the same time, signaling her not to lose her temper.

"Misturtine is very weak. If you fight head-on, you can kill it with your backhand." The old duke stroked his beard in disbelief, and said with a dry expression:

"Ten years ago, there might have been a chance, but now I don't have the ability to make my real body like an arm, and I can neither reverse this half-plane nor attack it through the time-space tunnel... The future can only be handed over to these children. already."

"This is also called... destiny." Dean Benedict glanced at the holy sword in his hand, with a very complicated mood, raised his head and said:

"How's the tree sea world?"

"After getting rid of Mistertin's interference, I contacted His Majesty, and according to his wishes, I forgave the world. In addition to money, the blood debt was returned tenfold as usual."

Cromwell's expression was natural, as if he was narrating a trivial matter, which, of course, was not a big deal to him.

"That's all?" The old dean narrowed his eyes, his face full of suspicion.

"It seems that there are still mining rights for non-ferrous metals, magic stones, dead prismarine, spices, what else?" The old duke found that he was really old, and his memory was getting worse and worse, and frowned and said:

"It must be an old rule to pay tribute... I remember it! There are also fixed coordinates of the two realms and open trade."

"Hahaha, my emperor has eliminated a major problem, and the world of the sea of ​​​​trees will be difficult to turn over now."

Claudius felt gloomy in his heart, but he couldn't help laughing. Compared with Rosevia, the Aboriginal tribes of Ovidis didn't have any decent competitive products at all, and there was basically nothing to sell except for resources.

All kinds of high-quality daily necessities and luxury goods are shipped in the past, and the profits in exchange can be dozens or hundreds of times.

What? Is it inhumane to do so? Compared to killing most of the natives at every turn, robbing them of their land and resources, and leaving the rest to be slaves, it is very humane for the empire to do so.

The states of Anterasu, especially the Roselvia Empire, are keen on local expansion, and have little interest in cross-border colonization. They accidentally come into contact with the world of low-level indigenous people, and they only like to ask the other party to be a subject and pay tribute, and then hello I want everyone to do business well.

This is really a system problem, and it is not conducive to expanding the living space of the race. It is probably because the empire is vast, the national strength is strong, and the population is far from saturated.

If the day Rosevia enters the multiverse, it must be the peak moment of completing the unification, completely digesting the entire Anterasu, and the mainland has nowhere to expand.

around the ruins of the bastion

The students were stunned for a long time, only to realize that the battle seemed to be over. Although it seemed that a very powerful person had repelled the monster just now, the black fog outside the campus still hadn't dissipated, which meant that everyone had not been saved.

Therefore, they just put away their weapons, dragged the bodies of their companions in twos and threes, set up fires and burned them one by one, and began to close their eyes and pray with words. It was the only ceremony to console the dead.

On the attacking team's side, the big axe man Eves threw his friend's body into the fire, drew a cross on his chest, closed his eyes and muttered:

"Christ is above, Kevin, you can go in peace. At least someone will help collect the corpse, and there are still urns to live in. In a few days, it is estimated that there will be no such good thing. If you have a chance to go home alive, you The life of the old mother and the younger sister is all covered by me, and they will have no worries about food and clothing, so you must bless me in heaven..."

Clay stood on the side listening to him ramble, showing a look of crying and laughing, suddenly wanted to scold him, opened his mouth, but found himself unable to speak.

In desperation, the man shook his head, pretending that he didn't hear it, and continued to go to the debris pile of the prism, to see if there was any body of his companion.

Watching the hundreds of fires ignited on the ground, the gray smoke hung high in the sky, and was finally torn into many pieces by the wind.

With a wooden stick in one hand, Yale sat on a raised mound and watched all this quietly. Although he still had a small amount of physical strength, he did nothing.

It's not just him, Luya, Cleo, Nannet, Genevieve, and even Ellencia are the same. Strength means responsibility, everyone here has time to grieve, but they don't.

An hour later, the night that covered the earth became thicker and thicker, and in the light of the bonfire, there were whispers of prayers around the bastion, occasionally mixed with a sporadic sob or two.

The black-haired knight stood up and walked towards the center of the attacking team, preparing to reorganize the team. Above the dark night sky, Dean Benedict's voice amplified ten times through the loudspeaker suddenly came:

"I'm Benedict Davis, please gather all the students to the tower, and repeat, please gather all the students to the tower, I have something important to announce to everyone."

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