The one who took the Wood Spirit vein was no one else, but Northen Collifer, the Prince of Black Thorns of the Black Forest Empire.

He looked down at the bottomless abyss under the crown with pity and contempt in his eyes, staring at the gray-black crown with regret, and finally left the underground ruins without looking back.

After Northon's departure, a brief tranquility came to the ruins.

The gunman quietly held the crown, waiting for the return of the great king of existence.

But after a moment of tranquility, a surging roar came from the distance!

The descendants of the Firestealers entrenched all over the world have set off a wave of eras to win the crown in the whole world!

Countless alien lords came in uncovering their ambition to annex the world.

They set off magnificent battles and turned the whole world upside down.

In this extremely noisy and chaotic world, the gunman's ears were silent.

Because the sound he was waiting for was not heard for a long time.

Times have changed, and the great king who is truly qualified to wear the crown has disappeared in time, and it will never return to that great era...

A look of loneliness appeared in his eyes, and he just sighed quietly and said nothing.

The past tens of millions of years and countless years of waiting seem to have turned into a blank space at this moment, and the great ideals and endless glory have become meaningless at this moment...

In a blink of an eye, the gunman's body finally drifted away like dust and turned into the past clouds and smoke.

The owner of the crown will never come back...

the    old     king            dead,long   live      king!

A new era is coming!

The monarchs of thousands of countries competed to win the crown and reached an unprecedented peak!

In the world on the surface, the heaven and earth are falling, the earth is shaking, destroying countless towns, making a low cry of surrender, and the violent wind swept across countless countries, making people who pass by express a sense of awe.

The waves roared wildly, and the 100,000-foot tide of turmoil covered the sky and made the sky of Hemisia shroud the suffocating shadows, taking away the voices of those fools.

The stars in the sky change in star positions, and the world is filled with ripples that shock the world. The whole world begins to be reversed in black and white, and it is easy to change the true and false.

"I can't go back, I can't go back..."

Digo's eyes showed endless sad expressions. He already understood that everything had already been settled and nothing could stop the waves of this world.

Thousands of people stealing fire compete to win the crown.

The prophecy in the Flame Monument has long recorded the arrival of this day. This is the choice of the world. The past can only be the past. The page you turn over can never be reborn.

Although he understood all the truth, he felt sorry for the passing era and hated those high-sounding thieves, he still understood his insignificance and powerlessness.

In this stormy waves, Fick only felt like an insignificant mortal world, and could not produce anything to it in the waves of the world.

The amazing battle fluctuations in the distance made his soul feel involuntarily awe.

But that spirit that once burned the world was igniting in his body, and a burning urge roared in his body.

He can't watch those despicable thieves dominate the world!

This world should belong to every inheritor of flame!

Just as the power source that was missing was restored, the blade Fick held in his hand became burning and hot.

The red light on the blade became more and more dazzling, like a shining star, which seemed to turn into a stream of light and disappear into his hands at any time.

It called Fick to fight and resist.

The light in Fick's eyes became firm, and the awe disappeared with the flames ignited in his soul.

A trivial Mars threw herself away unswervingly in the huge waves covering the world!

A red flame ignited on his body, and the scorching spiritual fire made Digo feel like he was looking directly at the sun in a trance.

The hot light shone on him, allowing him to feel the warmth of looking at the sunrise through dawn.

Taking firm steps, Fick was like a red fire meteor away in the stormy waves.

"you……"

Digo stretched out his hand and wanted to call Fick back and not have a meaningless battle.

This world is no longer something they can control.

This is the choice of the times.

People cannot reverse the wave of the times.

However, at this time, he could not catch up with Fick's pace, nor could he stop at his voice, so he could only watch his figure slowly fade away step by step.

Digo looked at Fick's back as he walked away and sadly discovered that he and he seemed to be people from two worlds.

He could neither understand Fick's thinking nor control his actions. All he could do seemed to be watching silently.

Although Fick's figure was getting farther and farther away, his back in Digo's eyes gradually became clearer and clearer.

The unconcealed bright light became brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire dark world.

Fick moved on alone in the spiritual wave that swept the world.

It was not darkness ahead of him, but endless light.

But there is no trace of temperature in this light, which is even colder than the ice.

It consumed the blood of Fick's body, calmed the impulses in his mind, made his consciousness extremely clear and calm, let him understand how insignificant he was, and let him know how meaningless everything he did was...

It is a magnificent and hypocritical narration of how beautiful and great this era is. It uses everything to make him understand how stupid his behavior is and how rebellious his behavior is...

Under the influence of this will, any creature will choose to retreat, quietly watch everything happen, and be a bystander who follows the wave and keeps pace with the times.

However, this was just a useless deed for Fick. At this moment, the meaning had burned out in his mind.

What is life? What does continuation mean? So what is alive? So what is dead? Time? Space? Eternity? Ultimate?

It's meaningless.

Only this hot impulse drove him forward.

The king's majesty produced by the battle between the kings has caused all lower lives in this world to lose the ability to act independently, and their proud brains also lost the ability to think.

In the face of this absolutely overwhelming force, all they can do is crawl on the ground, glad that they are small enough, too small to attract the other party's attention.

The white sun is gradually rising in the white-hot battle, the world laws of the new era are coming, and the whole world is wrapped in countless white lines, as if it is about to form a self-contained white cocoon, and in an unbreakable posture, it will continue to the end of the world's demise.

Fick's body was filled with fire, and he wanted to stop this scene from happening.

But countless dense white threads around him were intertwined, and cages like cocoons were trapped tightly in his actions. Under the rules of the world dominated by the invisible white threads, his body began to be out of control of consciousness.

In this cold world, all living things are beginning to be as cold as machines, and emotions, impulses, and independent thinking are gradually disappearing from the world.
Chapter completed!