The black figure stiffened there, letting go of the palm that pinched Bernadai's neck, as if he was staring at the mysterious queen with his non-existent eyes.
A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:
home……
The voice was a little hesitant, a little confused, and a little bit of seeking confirmation, as if it was coming from another world.
The erosion that Bernadai encountered disappeared, and the connection between her and her seal was instantly restored.
Pale death began to make her die little by little again, which helped her fight against the gradual chaos of her thoughts and maintain her basic sobriety and rationality.
Just as she was trying to say something else, the black figure suddenly stretched out her palm again.
But this time, it was not about pinching Bernadai's neck, but pushed it hard.
With this push, the collapse of the hidden space was a voice with obvious pain, as if resisting something:
leave!
As the sound echoed, the black figure disappeared from the spot.
After an instant, it appeared on the high platform in the center and sat on the huge iron-black high-back chair.
Its face immediately cracked two gaps, as if two eyes were not symmetrical.
However, those eyes had no pupils, and were covered in blood.
Immediately afterwards, another gap cracked below the two eyes, filled with pure blood-red light.
This finally opened the black figure.
It faced toward Bernadai, and there was another sound of a clear sense of pain, as if it was resisting something:
Leave here!
After Bernarday was pushed out more than ten meters, he easily stood firm, but did not follow the command of the voice and left the black emperor's mausoleum. She stood there, staring at the central platform in a daze, looking at the black figure, and her expression showed sadness that could not be concealed or wanted to hide.
She could sense it, she could already be sure that the black figure was her father, the man who called herself Caesar, Rosel Gustav.
The next second, more cracks were cracked on the black figures, and they went down from their heads and bloomed blood-red flowers in different parts of their bodies.
This made Rossell feel like he was left with only a layer of shadow, wrapped in a blood-red thing that emitted pure glory.
When Klein, who was above the gray fog, saw this scene, he naturally thought of the red moon in the sky.
At this time, Rossell seemed to be transforming into a shadow, trying to cover the red moon, but was torn apart one hole after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.
When these holes are connected together, the black shadow will completely crack and create a brand new red moon.
At that time, something extremely terrifying will inevitably happen.
At this moment, Rossell's black figure became much more illusory, as if it had become a kind of illusion.
This made him look like he was isolated from another world, with an invisible barrier to reality.
Then, Rossel struggled to lift his shadowy right arm and pinched his forehead.
The frequency of blood-red cracks on his body suddenly decreased to the extreme, but the eyes that had existed before actually began to blink, one after another.
However, this did not have a bad impact on the surroundings. It seemed that it was just a simple change in order. The trend of rebirth was distorted to the original ones and gradually became active.
After completing this, Rossel raised his head and looked at Bernardy dozens of meters away, with a dry and hoarse smile:
You have really become a big shot in the mysterious world and can come here alone.
Come here and let me see what my little princess looks like now.
Bernadai's eyes suddenly turned red and he took steps forward.
Rossell laughed again:
When I was making picture books, compiling textbooks, and inventing various small games, you were only a little bit big, and now I can save your pretty old father.
I remember that when you were a child, you liked the various clothes I designed for you. Unfortunately, when you grew up, you can no longer wear cake skirts...
The emperor started to talk, as if he had arrived in his twilight years of life, and always liked to recall the beautiful pictures of the past.
Bernady walked faster and faster, and Klein, above the gray fog, frowned slightly invisibly.
Suddenly, Emperor Rossell's head was buried a little lower and he said very hard:
Stop!
His voice was filled with indescribable pain.
Bernadai was stunned for a moment, slowed down quickly, and stopped.
Her eyes as she looked at the black shadow gradually revealed an indescribable sadness.
Rossel raised his head again and coughed lightly:
Do you really want to ask why the order and guided fashion they have set outside the tomb of the "Black Emperor" is engraved with? In fact, this is not necessary. I just want the viewer to remember my greatness...
Before he finished speaking, the emperor held the handrail next to him with one hand, pressed his voice and said in great pain:
No, get close!
I'm contaminated...
The sadness in Bernadai's eyes became a little stronger.
Her guess just now was finally confirmed.
At this time, the bright red gaps on Rossell's face appeared in chaos, sometimes closing, sometimes opening, no longer having a unified will.
The emperor seized the opportunity, straightened his body slightly, looked at Bernardé, and shouted with difficulty:
Seal me!
Seal... Mysterious Queen Bernarde repeated the word silently, and his blue eyes quickly became wet, covered with a faint mist.
Even though she has lived for many years, even though she is no longer the little girl she used to be, she still cannot curb the changes in her inner mood at this moment.
However, she did not ask the reason, nor did she hesitate. She just struggled a little, and firmly raised her right hand without wavering, pressing it on the pale metal mask.
She made a very calm decision as she had faced all the major events that Factor Dawn had encountered over the years.
Pale Death Surface, the metal instantly softens, reorganizing a new face, with pairs of black eyes.
In the dark eyes, pale lines highlighted, outlining extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbols. They are like a bird with abnormal feathers or a feathered snake with its body coiled up.
The symbol absorbed the light around it and quickly became physical. Then it left Bernardé's eyes, stretched out its body, and flew towards Rosel Gustav on the iron black seat.
Along the way, this strange symbol made the surroundings dim, causing the floor tiles and stone walls to weather and decay again, just like the god who was in charge of death made the final judgment.
The falling gravel and the rising dust followed the physical symbol and came to Rossell, then coiled up, wrapping the rather illusory black figure that seemed to be located in another world.
During this process, Rossel was unable to control himself several times and tried to leave the iron black seat, but then sat back without fighting against the seal imposed by Bernardé.
As the symbol merged into his figure, he suddenly became connected with Pale Death, saw the illusory gods standing high above countless undeads, and saw the swollen body wandering in a dark river like a water ghost.
Rossel's breath disappeared, and the cracked bright red slits closed one after another.
Waiting ahead of this emperor was a peaceful sleep as dark as night.
And that symbol will solidify in Rossel's figure, always exerting influence until the Pale Death no longer responds to it.
In the blink of an eye, several blood-red gaps grew on Rossell's body. After his breath declined to the extreme, it gradually rejuvenated and fiercely fought against the substantial symbol.
Seeing this, Klein sighed, clenched his fist and pressed his mouth.
The curtain on his body suddenly rose up, and the entire Source Castle showed obvious boiling.
Silently, Rossell's breath that had just gained a new life began to disappear again.
After disappearing to a certain extent, it gains rebirth again, and then continues to disappear by the influence of pale death.
Klein used the extraordinary characteristics of the Mysterious Waiter and the power of the Source Castle to directly graft new life and death together, omitting the intermediate process.
In this way, Rossell's pollution cannot be restored to the extent that he can break through the pale seal.
Then, Klein stretched out his right hand, mobilized the power of the Source Castle, and outlined the mysterious symbol behind the high-back chair of the Fool, which consisted of half an eye without pupils and half a twisted line.
The symbol absorbed the breath of the Source Castle and quickly became an entity. With Klein's wrist, he fell into the prayer spot representing Bernardé, and fell into the black figure of Rossel, and merged into his body.
Whenever that kind of grafting is about to disappear, the symbol that directly connects Fool and Source Castle will attract new powers to complete grafting again.
In the state of passing away and rebirth, Rossell's pure shadow-like face had a contour of facial features. Then, he looked up at the top of the mausoleum, as if looking at the infinite heights.
He then withdrew his gaze and looked at Bernadai, smiling with an unusually weak voice:
This seal is good, I can sleep quietly...
Speaking of this, he frowned slightly and asked in a change of tone:
How do you dress like this? Who taught you?
Bernadai was in a daze when he heard this, as if he had returned to his youth.
At that time, whenever she dressed up to attend the dances of other nobles, Rossell would ask a series of questions with similar expressions and similar tones.
The mist in her eyes suddenly became obvious, and she could no longer control herself, and shouted in a low voice:
dad……
Rossel's face, which had only facial features, became soft in an instant, and then he stood up and said sternly:
Let's leave.
Never come back!
Bernadai opened his mouth and wanted to say something. It was already dark before his eyes, as if he had seen the shadow of order.
The next second she found herself back to the edge of the pristine island.
Bernadai stared at the mountain peaks in the middle of the primitive island for a few seconds, slowly turned around and walked towards the sea.
This time, she no longer stubbornly turned around and every few steps she would pause and turn around and take a look.
Soon, she returned to the Dawn, walked into the captain's room, and opened the room dedicated to collecting.
At a glance, Bernadai saw a picture book, stack of textbooks, clothes, skirts, and chess. He saw only a few people in the world who could play chess, and saw neatly stacked building blocks and toys.
She leaned against the wooden door, slowly shrank down and sat on the floor.
She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the captain's window, pinched her lower lip with her right thumb and index finger, and whistled a melodious, gentle, and calming melody with a faint sadness.
As the melody echoed, drops of water fell from Bernadai's face and dripped onto the surface of the floor.
I don't know how long it took, a sound like a pressing in my throat sounded in the captain's room:
dad……
A dry, hoarse voice echoed in the hidden space:
home……
The voice was a little hesitant, a little confused, and a little bit of seeking confirmation, as if it was coming from another world.
The erosion that Bernadai encountered disappeared, and the connection between her and her seal was instantly restored.
Pale death began to make her die little by little again, which helped her fight against the gradual chaos of her thoughts and maintain her basic sobriety and rationality.
Just as she was trying to say something else, the black figure suddenly stretched out her palm again.
But this time, it was not about pinching Bernadai's neck, but pushed it hard.
With this push, the collapse of the hidden space was a voice with obvious pain, as if resisting something:
leave!
As the sound echoed, the black figure disappeared from the spot.
After an instant, it appeared on the high platform in the center and sat on the huge iron-black high-back chair.
Its face immediately cracked two gaps, as if two eyes were not symmetrical.
However, those eyes had no pupils, and were covered in blood.
Immediately afterwards, another gap cracked below the two eyes, filled with pure blood-red light.
This finally opened the black figure.
It faced toward Bernadai, and there was another sound of a clear sense of pain, as if it was resisting something:
Leave here!
After Bernarday was pushed out more than ten meters, he easily stood firm, but did not follow the command of the voice and left the black emperor's mausoleum. She stood there, staring at the central platform in a daze, looking at the black figure, and her expression showed sadness that could not be concealed or wanted to hide.
She could sense it, she could already be sure that the black figure was her father, the man who called herself Caesar, Rosel Gustav.
The next second, more cracks were cracked on the black figures, and they went down from their heads and bloomed blood-red flowers in different parts of their bodies.
This made Rossell feel like he was left with only a layer of shadow, wrapped in a blood-red thing that emitted pure glory.
When Klein, who was above the gray fog, saw this scene, he naturally thought of the red moon in the sky.
At this time, Rossell seemed to be transforming into a shadow, trying to cover the red moon, but was torn apart one hole after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.
When these holes are connected together, the black shadow will completely crack and create a brand new red moon.
At that time, something extremely terrifying will inevitably happen.
At this moment, Rossell's black figure became much more illusory, as if it had become a kind of illusion.
This made him look like he was isolated from another world, with an invisible barrier to reality.
Then, Rossel struggled to lift his shadowy right arm and pinched his forehead.
The frequency of blood-red cracks on his body suddenly decreased to the extreme, but the eyes that had existed before actually began to blink, one after another.
However, this did not have a bad impact on the surroundings. It seemed that it was just a simple change in order. The trend of rebirth was distorted to the original ones and gradually became active.
After completing this, Rossel raised his head and looked at Bernardy dozens of meters away, with a dry and hoarse smile:
You have really become a big shot in the mysterious world and can come here alone.
Come here and let me see what my little princess looks like now.
Bernadai's eyes suddenly turned red and he took steps forward.
Rossell laughed again:
When I was making picture books, compiling textbooks, and inventing various small games, you were only a little bit big, and now I can save your pretty old father.
I remember that when you were a child, you liked the various clothes I designed for you. Unfortunately, when you grew up, you can no longer wear cake skirts...
The emperor started to talk, as if he had arrived in his twilight years of life, and always liked to recall the beautiful pictures of the past.
Bernady walked faster and faster, and Klein, above the gray fog, frowned slightly invisibly.
Suddenly, Emperor Rossell's head was buried a little lower and he said very hard:
Stop!
His voice was filled with indescribable pain.
Bernadai was stunned for a moment, slowed down quickly, and stopped.
Her eyes as she looked at the black shadow gradually revealed an indescribable sadness.
Rossel raised his head again and coughed lightly:
Do you really want to ask why the order and guided fashion they have set outside the tomb of the "Black Emperor" is engraved with? In fact, this is not necessary. I just want the viewer to remember my greatness...
Before he finished speaking, the emperor held the handrail next to him with one hand, pressed his voice and said in great pain:
No, get close!
I'm contaminated...
The sadness in Bernadai's eyes became a little stronger.
Her guess just now was finally confirmed.
At this time, the bright red gaps on Rossell's face appeared in chaos, sometimes closing, sometimes opening, no longer having a unified will.
The emperor seized the opportunity, straightened his body slightly, looked at Bernardé, and shouted with difficulty:
Seal me!
Seal... Mysterious Queen Bernarde repeated the word silently, and his blue eyes quickly became wet, covered with a faint mist.
Even though she has lived for many years, even though she is no longer the little girl she used to be, she still cannot curb the changes in her inner mood at this moment.
However, she did not ask the reason, nor did she hesitate. She just struggled a little, and firmly raised her right hand without wavering, pressing it on the pale metal mask.
She made a very calm decision as she had faced all the major events that Factor Dawn had encountered over the years.
Pale Death Surface, the metal instantly softens, reorganizing a new face, with pairs of black eyes.
In the dark eyes, pale lines highlighted, outlining extremely complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbols. They are like a bird with abnormal feathers or a feathered snake with its body coiled up.
The symbol absorbed the light around it and quickly became physical. Then it left Bernardé's eyes, stretched out its body, and flew towards Rosel Gustav on the iron black seat.
Along the way, this strange symbol made the surroundings dim, causing the floor tiles and stone walls to weather and decay again, just like the god who was in charge of death made the final judgment.
The falling gravel and the rising dust followed the physical symbol and came to Rossell, then coiled up, wrapping the rather illusory black figure that seemed to be located in another world.
During this process, Rossel was unable to control himself several times and tried to leave the iron black seat, but then sat back without fighting against the seal imposed by Bernardé.
As the symbol merged into his figure, he suddenly became connected with Pale Death, saw the illusory gods standing high above countless undeads, and saw the swollen body wandering in a dark river like a water ghost.
Rossel's breath disappeared, and the cracked bright red slits closed one after another.
Waiting ahead of this emperor was a peaceful sleep as dark as night.
And that symbol will solidify in Rossel's figure, always exerting influence until the Pale Death no longer responds to it.
In the blink of an eye, several blood-red gaps grew on Rossell's body. After his breath declined to the extreme, it gradually rejuvenated and fiercely fought against the substantial symbol.
Seeing this, Klein sighed, clenched his fist and pressed his mouth.
The curtain on his body suddenly rose up, and the entire Source Castle showed obvious boiling.
Silently, Rossell's breath that had just gained a new life began to disappear again.
After disappearing to a certain extent, it gains rebirth again, and then continues to disappear by the influence of pale death.
Klein used the extraordinary characteristics of the Mysterious Waiter and the power of the Source Castle to directly graft new life and death together, omitting the intermediate process.
In this way, Rossell's pollution cannot be restored to the extent that he can break through the pale seal.
Then, Klein stretched out his right hand, mobilized the power of the Source Castle, and outlined the mysterious symbol behind the high-back chair of the Fool, which consisted of half an eye without pupils and half a twisted line.
The symbol absorbed the breath of the Source Castle and quickly became an entity. With Klein's wrist, he fell into the prayer spot representing Bernardé, and fell into the black figure of Rossel, and merged into his body.
Whenever that kind of grafting is about to disappear, the symbol that directly connects Fool and Source Castle will attract new powers to complete grafting again.
In the state of passing away and rebirth, Rossell's pure shadow-like face had a contour of facial features. Then, he looked up at the top of the mausoleum, as if looking at the infinite heights.
He then withdrew his gaze and looked at Bernadai, smiling with an unusually weak voice:
This seal is good, I can sleep quietly...
Speaking of this, he frowned slightly and asked in a change of tone:
How do you dress like this? Who taught you?
Bernadai was in a daze when he heard this, as if he had returned to his youth.
At that time, whenever she dressed up to attend the dances of other nobles, Rossell would ask a series of questions with similar expressions and similar tones.
The mist in her eyes suddenly became obvious, and she could no longer control herself, and shouted in a low voice:
dad……
Rossel's face, which had only facial features, became soft in an instant, and then he stood up and said sternly:
Let's leave.
Never come back!
Bernadai opened his mouth and wanted to say something. It was already dark before his eyes, as if he had seen the shadow of order.
The next second she found herself back to the edge of the pristine island.
Bernadai stared at the mountain peaks in the middle of the primitive island for a few seconds, slowly turned around and walked towards the sea.
This time, she no longer stubbornly turned around and every few steps she would pause and turn around and take a look.
Soon, she returned to the Dawn, walked into the captain's room, and opened the room dedicated to collecting.
At a glance, Bernadai saw a picture book, stack of textbooks, clothes, skirts, and chess. He saw only a few people in the world who could play chess, and saw neatly stacked building blocks and toys.
She leaned against the wooden door, slowly shrank down and sat on the floor.
She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the captain's window, pinched her lower lip with her right thumb and index finger, and whistled a melodious, gentle, and calming melody with a faint sadness.
As the melody echoed, drops of water fell from Bernadai's face and dripped onto the surface of the floor.
I don't know how long it took, a sound like a pressing in my throat sounded in the captain's room:
dad……
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