Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 129 The End of Salvation

Although the life forms in front of her almost blocked her way to the throne, after the identity change, they became an important combat force under her command.

The origin of Yongye is ancient beyond imagination, and the birth of every powerful life is the result of chance and coincidence.

As the Night King, Uffia has the responsibility to safeguard the interests of Evernight.The joyful feeling of power suddenly rising cannot shake her sobriety, if she gets lost in the power, she will become a puppet of the Throne of Eternal Night.

Before Wei Miao's eyes, this scene was finally frozen.Surrendered beings, floating darkness...

Her consciousness was slowly withdrawn from her body, her field of vision was vast, and she turned to the perspective of God.

Underneath, Yuffia showed a pitiful smile and waved away the kneeling subjects.

The nun wearing the crown of thorns and iron sat quietly alone.

The surviving fire transmitters were safely transported out of the Eternal Night Realm. Ximen looked back at Eternal Night, his golden eyes transformed by the power of the fire were stained with a rare smile.

Wei Miao knew that Ximen had already changed the core.

Years of wind and frost have changed, and the son of the flame and the fire passer returned to the imperial capital, telling the two religions that the nun of the eternal night will sit in the domain of the eternal night, and he will also step down as the son of the flame, and travel to various places where the fire .

After meeting Migler and Pablo and explaining some things, they disappeared immediately.

The two religions lost their top combat power. The princess and the eldest prince didn't express much when they heard about the upheaval. They restrained the two churches and waited and watched.

Pale Tinder was taken away by Ximen, and the members of the royal family lost the pressure to survive, but were not in a hurry.Anyway, the throne is there, and those who can live there.

This wait is several years.

After Pablo died due to physical reasons, he actually chose the second prince who had always had a weak presence as his successor.

He inherited the royal family's personal guard, and he used ruthless means to suppress the two churches intentionally or unintentionally.Seemingly without the support of any forces, he secured the throne, forcing the princess and the eldest prince to live in peace.

He is the best candidate to balance the forces of Yong Ye and the Holy Fire. Whether it is the eldest prince or the princess, any party taking the throne will cause the power behind it to expand.

Miggler has not lost his research madman qualities.

He once asserted that when this world is freed from the imprisonment of Shenyan and Yongye, it will usher in a new life.

The sacred tree ceremony will be held as usual.

For a time, the empire fell into a period of steady development.

At the same time, interested people discovered that the Eternal Night Domain in the extreme south no longer shrank into a corner, but spread to a nearby small fire-filled area, suppressing it by virtue of its magnitude.

It seems that there is also the figure of the former son of the flame.

Wei Miao witnessed with her own eyes the tall and straight Ximen standing in front of the fire at the core, with slender chains tightly wrapped around her body.

Yongye surged around him, suppressing the lava flowing beside the fire.

He stretched out his hands in the shape of holding objects, and the power of the divine flame flowed out, enveloping the core fire, and slowly guiding it into his body.

At that moment, an inexplicable wave of air lifted the corner of the robe, the chain tightened as if alive, and black light flowed.

Ximen knelt weakly on one knee, clenched his fists, and the veins on his neck bulged.A few wisps of golden flames flowed in and out of his nose with his breath, and he exhaled a little, and a beam of flames spewed out.

After a while, he regained his strength, got up slowly, and left step by step.

Yong Ye then receded.

Not long after, this fire-smeared land unexpectedly fell into eternal icy silence.

The rejoicing civilians were full of hope, thinking that the calamity of the Divine Flame had begun to reverse, and brought a wave of reputation with the two churches.

As for the real contributors behind the scenes, Uffia and Simon, bearing their own hardships, cooperated tacitly.

After watching a period of historical development, Wei Miao's consciousness suddenly fell, and she stood in front of the Throne of Eternal Night in the image of a gray rabbit phantom, facing Uffia face to face.

Calm yet sharp, Yuffia has been on the throne for a long time, and Yuffia is imposing. Facing her, ordinary people will unconsciously feel awe and be overwhelmed by her majesty.

"Time will prove everything. I know that I am destined to be born. There have been countless paths before me. Although no one forced me, I still chose the most difficult and dangerous path. Even if I repeat the choice thousands of times, I still Will take this path - because I was born with compassion."

"I once slashed the endless flames, thinking that killing all the flame demons is the way to save the world."

"Alade was supposed to stay out of the world and be driven as the sharp blade of the church. It wasn't until I accidentally learned that I was the doomed one that I escaped the shackles of Sister Eternal Night."

"This is my innate mission, and no one can understand it except me. Strange traveler, thank you very much for crowning me! The one who enjoys the throne of eternal night is actually not me, but you."

She hasn't spoken for a long time, her voice is slightly hoarse, and the corners of her mouth are raised.

"Misery is the toughest temper. My will is as solid as a rock and can withstand the wear and tear of endless years."

"My mission will end one day in the future, you and I will meet again, and leave this new world with the old eternal night."

"It's a pleasure traveling with you."

Wei Miao couldn't make a sound, couldn't move, and could only listen to her quietly.

The actor and the actor looked at each other across the world and time and space, her dark pupils seemed to see through everything, showing a genuine smile.

Like the first time we met.

The picture in front of him suddenly shattered, and the surroundings fell into complete darkness.

A simple floor-to-ceiling mirror with a gray frame appeared in front of her, about two meters high and one meter wide.There are dark red tentacles wriggling on the frame, and the four corners of the base are anti-jointed sheep's feet.

It emits a soft white light.

In the mirror, Wei Miao saw herself as Mr. Gray Rabbit, well-dressed and smiling.

The next moment, the picture in the mirror changed.

Against the pitch-black background, a dark red meteor was burning with fire, and its tail light was gorgeous, falling into an arc shrouded in black mist.The scorching air wave lifted the surrounding black mist, revealing the black soil where not a single blade of grass could grow.

The small fragments of the flowing fire fell together, pierced through the black mist, and scattered all over the place.

Wei Miao realized: "This is... a world?"

A curved world beyond common sense, and a dark starry sky.

Since then, the lifeless and cold world has warmed up.

There are sparks in the darkness, among which the deep red light is particularly eye-catching, like gems on the soft black cloth.

It's bright and extinguished, but it burns unceasingly.

Hundreds of silver and white meteor trails crossed in a short period of time, and the stars moved.

I don't know how many epochs have passed. One day, a figure covered in mosaics broke into the mirror.

Wei Miao:? ? ?
She widened her eyes, but she couldn't see the real appearance of the mosaic anyway, which made her very curious.

One can only distinguish the intertwining of silvery white, deep purple, and jet black on His body, and the end of the long robe is billowing gracefully.

He stopped outside the world, seemingly looking at it for a while.

The frame shifted, moving in front of him, giving him a close-up of a hand—if that was indeed a hand.

Above the "hand" of the mosaic, a fluorescent blue tree species is quietly suspended.

(End of this chapter)