People in the old man ring, join the chat group

Just after typing this sentence, I suddenly thought of that weird-looking young man.

Type again in the chat window.

The faded person who wants to save his wife: "Maybe I will need it in the future."

Fujiwara Chika: "Mr. Faded is so strong that he still needs help... But it doesn't matter, as long as you need help, you can just post the task in the group. I don't think everyone will be stingy with helping."

The Ancient King: "Hmph, for such an interesting thing, I will naturally get involved in it when the time comes."

North North North: "I will form fire support.jpg"

Tony Stark: "Uncle Tony can provide armor support if necessary."

Stark said that the armors have been developed for more than 50 generations now, and the extra armors can be used as dead soldiers to charge.

The leader of the Hall of Rebirth: "This leader can also help."

Aizen: "I can also contribute a small amount of strength."

Aizen, who was practicing calligraphy, split part of his thoughts and entered this sentence in the group, a gentle smile like a spring breeze appeared on the face of the seemingly good-natured person.

He had been waiting for his chance, for the chance to go to the junction where the faded ones were.

But now, this opportunity is finally getting closer.

In this way, his collapse of jade will be completed soon.

At that time, he will be able to ascend the throne of nothingness that has been empty for a long time in a complete posture.

Thinking of this, Aizen's gaze has already turned to the sky in the courtyard.

The fader who wanted to save his wife: "...Thank you all..."

Facing so many examples, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

I didn't expect that just talking about this question casually would blow up some diving guys.

Chika Fujiwara: "By the way, I heard that Asuna-chan seems to be in Mr. Fader's world now..."

Fujiwara Chika: "@阿斯娜, Asuna-chan, how do you feel? Is Mr. Fade's world very interesting."

Asuna: "Well...I don't know if it's interesting or not, but I'm very grateful for Mr. Faded One's help. After coming here, I feel like I've been transformed."

In the forest not far from the Sacrifice Bridge, Asuna felt the runes gathering in her body.

Even though her body was covered in blood, there was still a smile on her little face.

And in just these two short days, she can be regarded as thoroughly feeling what death is and what pain is.

There is no pain reduction mechanism like in the SAO game. An injury here is a real injury.

Although Miss Serolina followed and the Holy Grail bottle healed her, the feeling of her body being torn apart was deeply engraved in her heart.

However, it was precisely because of this that her self-pity and childishness faded away, and her whole person took on a new look, exuding a sense of heroism and iron-bloodedness.

She now realizes what it means - "Pain is the best teacher."

The faded person who wants to save his wife: "Really? It seems that you have realized the essence of the borderland, and work harder. After a while, someone will pass the test on you. I hope you can pass the test."

Asuna: "Thank you, Mr. Faded One, I will definitely work hard."

Looking at the news from the chat group, he closed the page casually, looked at the sky covered in gold, and murmured: "I hope so."

However, he has some guesses about the fact that the reincarnation cannot be detected.

Perhaps it was because these three people accepted the blessing of the border land, so they were considered to exist in the border land by default?

After all, he used to be an outsider, and there were many outsiders at the border.

For example, the old man came here through the fog.

And judging from the faded people of the Round Table who came back from the dead, if the guess is correct, these three people should have made some kind of deal or cooperation with Two Fingers.

"Tsk, what a goddamn bastard."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help cursing secretly.

The damned two fingers didn't know how much trouble he had caused, but he had no chance to clean up this group of damned things.

However, complaining is a complaint. For now, he still needs to have a little chat with Mengt. In this situation, he doesn't want to let the Samsara guys benefit from it.

Then, he came to the Golden Tree Cathedral located in the center of the royal city.

This is the center of Rodel King City, a church built attached to the Golden Tree.

I don't know if it has been left unattended all year round or for some reason, but the thick and winding branches run through the dome of the church.

He climbed up to the second floor along those branches, and walked across the road with countless corpses on both sides.

On both sides of the road and inside the previous church, there were countless finger-pointing old women, but for some unknown reason, those finger-pointing old women died in worship postures.

The direction of worship is the Queen's Boudoir in front.

This time, he did not encounter the black knife assassin's attack at the entrance of the boudoir, because the assassin here had already died suddenly in the Magic Academy.

I still remember that when he first came here, he was accidentally stabbed in the waist by this damn black knife...

However, he didn't pay much attention to it. After the queen's boudoir lit up and blessed, he didn't even stop, and went straight to the throne of Elden in front, stepping up the steps step by step.

The clouds and mist shroud the bottom, and the towering mountains can be seen on the left - Giant Snow Mountain.

And in front of him is the golden tree that pierces the heavens and the earth—the entrance to the Elden Ring.

Inlaid above the entrance is a stone tablet nearly tens of meters high. The relief on it depicts the past of the golden tree, from its former roots to young saplings, and finally grows into a big tree that can block out the sun.

But no matter what period, its roots are wrapped around the Eldon Ring.

--Da da da

Faint footsteps sounded quietly.

The golden leaves slowly fall from the sky, rendering the square in front of the entrance a layer of gold.

And in the center of the square, near the entrance of the Golden Tree, there are two figures.

One of the figures was wearing a shabby cloak, with a hunched body, sitting on a large throne and sleeping like a monster guarding treasure.

The twisted and twisted horns of the ominous sprout almost occupied half of his face, both the hair and the hair on his body were gray and white.

He was once imprisoned in the sewer without seeing the light of day, but ran out of the sewer after Malika disappeared to shoulder the burden of defending the city.

But beside him, there was a fader.

The armor on his body has traces of melting and twisting, as if it was twisted after being burned by some kind of flame, and he held a slender battle spear in his hand, which was covered with rust stains from old blood stains.

He is the [quasi-king] Vic who was imprisoned in the Snow Mountain Prison, but for some unknown reason, he now follows Menggot like a guard.

Meng Gete seemed to hear the footsteps coming from the front, slowly opened his eyes, and stared at the entrance of the King's Stairway with those eyes with golden blessed brilliance.

However, Vic beside him made the move first.

Raising the spear in his hand, he liberated the yellow epileptic flame sleeping in it, and Dang even prepared to stab there.

"stop."

Boom!With a bang, Meng Gete slammed his cane to the ground.

Vic, who was charging, was like a machine that received instructions. He suddenly stopped moving, then slowly retracted his spear, dissipated the madness on the spearhead, and once again stood on the side of the throne.

At the same time, the figure of the faded person also appeared in Menggot's field of vision.

"O unblessed fader——"

The dull voice echoed between the false thrones, and Menggot quietly watched the approaching enemy and said tolerantly:

"Come to the throne, what's the matter?"

PS: An anxious heart leads to numbness of the brain....

To put it simply, I just don’t know how to write an article.

Everything after that can be written according to what I originally thought, and it will be fine as far as I can write.

No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, I will finish this book.

All in all, I'm a piece of shit.

push the book by the way

The witch's daughter, who was reincarnated and died, faced the fate of being killed by her mother a month later, how to reverse it

266. The Demigod Who Hopes for Love

The fallen leaves fell slowly like starlight.

In front of the throne that once belonged to King Elden, there are six illusory seats.

Those seats used to belong to the demigods entrenched everywhere in the junction, but now they have become traitors in the eyes of Mengerte, betraying the golden tree, trying to seize Elden's ring in vain, and become the king of Elden.

"O unblessed fader——"

Meng Gete sat on the seat of the king of Elden, Gu Jing calmly watched the faded person walking towards him step by step.

He is not the King of Elden, he only guards the entrance to the Golden Tree, stops the young people who try to seize the Ring of Elden, and protects King Rodel from being invaded by other forces——

Known as the King of the Last Generation, he is actually the guardian of the Golden Tree.

Therefore, he did not wear the crown on his head as arrogantly and arrogantly as Gregor.

The crown that belonged to him, or King Elden, had long been returned to the Golden Tree by him.

Unable to see the Elden Circle, he is not entitled to wear the crown.

"Come to the throne, what's the matter?"

The dull voice echoed among the lonely and sad throne.

This slightly gentle tone made the faded person who came to stop, with a little surprise on his face.

Normally, Menggert would denounce the ministers in front of him every time, and in this reincarnation, he not only killed Menggett's two trumpet vests, but also created a blockage for the opponent...

This was fine even without drawing out the cursed sword and slashing at him, but not only was the other party's tone not irritable, but he was still sitting on the throne and talking to him nicely.

While thinking about why Montgomery behaved so weirdly, he inadvertently set his sights on the guard next to the throne.

"Vic?"

Slightly surprised, but expected.

I didn't see Vic in the round table team next to the reincarnation before, but I didn't expect to appear here...

So where is Anastasia from [Devouring the Faded]?

He subconsciously glanced around, but didn't find any intrusion.

Think about it, this is the throne of Elden, the territory of the demigod Mongotte. Although that woman joined the Royal City of Rodel, she is not crazy enough to dare to be arrogant in front of her master.

"Why don't you speak?"

"...Do you want to declare war on this? Or let me engrave the name of [the last king] Menggot before your stupid epitaph!"

"Epitaph or something, you should keep it for yourself."

The faded person waved his hand indifferently.

He had heard these words countless times, but never once did Montgomery succeed in leaving something on his epitaph.

"As for what I need from you..."

He made his way to the last of the phantom seats that surrounded the throne.

That seat was obviously smaller than the others, and it was Lani's baby seat.

However, although it looks illusory, it has an unexpected entity, and it feels no different from the texture of ordinary chairs.

So, he took advantage of the situation and sat on it, and the baby seat that belonged to Lani suddenly solidified.

"I just want to chat with you, [Blessing King] Mr. Menggot."

"Hmph, a predator toyed with by the fire of ambition, a faded man bewitched by two fingers, a lackey who has been given the gift of a twin, you are the same as those traitors who don't obey. There is nothing to talk about!"

Boom!With a bang, Mengerte slammed his cane heavily on the ground and made a muffled sound.

Although he said he didn't want to talk, he actually had no intention of seeing off the guests or planning to take action.

"Eh? What you said is wrong."