The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 688 Three Acts. Influence
Rainbow Tower.

Inside the Purple Cloaked Tower.

Isaac Livingston is meditating. As a high-ranking mage, the man closest to the legend in the Rainbow Tower, he basically does not appear in the public eye on weekdays. Most of the time, Livingston will Staying in his mage tower to meditate, hoping to find an opportunity to break through.

But today's meditation didn't go well. He has always felt that the foundation of the law seems to be a little turbulent, like a tidal surge, and it is difficult to calm down. According to past experience, this is a sign before something big happens.

Looking up at the starry sky through the crystal dome, Livingston cast a prophecy spell, but it was even more strange to conclude that nothing happened tonight.

He closed his eyes slightly, ready to meditate again, but found a familiar wave of power coming from afar, and opened his eyes immediately.

"It feels like it is."

Livingston was a little unsure. He climbed up the tower and came to the observation deck, looking into the distance and the end of the horizon.

After repeated confirmations, Livingston was finally sure that it was the breath of Rosen who disappeared four years ago.

Compared with before, Rosen's aura is stronger now, mixed with some kind of mysterious feeling, even Livingston can feel the power contained in it.

"Golden rank?"

Undoubtedly, it was an aura that only the golden ranks could have. Simultaneously with Rosen's aura, there was another trace of Livingston's somewhat strange aura.

But that breath is fleeting, if a fallen leaf falls into the water, it will soon be silent.

A fight between two gold-level people?

Livingston soon thought that only such a battle would lead to disorder of the law.

Only two beings who can construct independent laws can achieve such a great impact by constantly overwriting and modifying the laws in a small space.

Looks like Rosen has won.

Livingston confirmed this, then raised his left hand and cast a communication spell.

"You really noticed it too."

There was a quick response from the other side, and the communication within the Rainbow Tower was relatively convenient. Livingston and other high-level mages were still more accustomed to communicating with spells rather than mobile terminals.

"The stars are falling, the gods are dying, the saints are dying, the long night is coming, the bell is ringing, the king has returned, should the next thing be the coming of chaos and the transformation of the world, Tahiriya, I think this world will remain We're running out of time."

Livingston whispered, those prophetic poems from the long past are turning into reality one by one at this moment, which is beyond the expectation of those who know this.

"The passing breath should be the leader of the cult, Graven Isarios."

On the opposite side of the communication, Tahiriya replied.

"he?"

Livingston thought for a moment, then quickly said again.

"From this point of view, the strength of the King of Ashes has really reached an unimaginable level."

"The incident four years ago seems to have allowed him to break free from his original shackles and reach a new realm."

Tahiriya said, lost in memory.

"Your Excellency Livingston, do you need to contact him?"

Just as Livingston was about to speak, he felt a throbbing from the east.

He was on the observatory and looked to that side, which was the direction of the Ramirez Cathedral.

"Haha, it seems that someone is more concerned about that person's situation than us."

Without continuing to speak, Livingston only saw a meteor across the sky, falling in the direction where Rosen appeared.

A few minutes ago, Ramirez Cathedral.

Erandall had just presided over the noon service, wearing the red dress of a high-ranking bishop, she looked solemn and solemn, with a sense of holiness, which made people feel respected.

A few strands of silver fell down, and Erandall's side face showed a somewhat melancholy expression, which made the nuns who served beside him feel pity. They didn't know what the young bishop was worried about.

"My lord, next there will be a meeting with the two responsible bishops from the region, and then there will be a regular discussion time with the Order Alliance, and then"

The nun was confirming her next itinerary with the document in her hand, but she found Eilandel stopped in the corridor.

"grown ups?"

Erandall did not answer, but looked in a direction.

"This is."

Whispering, Erandall had an expression that the nun had never seen on his face.

This nun has been with Elander for three years. The bishop she sees on weekdays is always indifferent. At most, she will smile a little when talking with people, and sometimes she will be a little melancholy like this. I have never seen Erandall angry or sad.

This young bishop is as reliable as a majestic mountain top, which makes people feel at ease.

But at this moment, Ellander's face was mixed with surprise, joy, melancholy and resentment.

"Finally, have you been waiting?"

"Sir Bishop?"

The nun asked tentatively, only to see Ellander turning her face away, and then said.

"All the reservations for a while will be cancelled, I'm going out for a while."

"Your Excellency"

The nun didn't understand what Ai Randall meant, but Ai Randall didn't explain.

She walked forward quickly, walked through the corridor, and came to the courtyard.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and everything seems to be full of hope.

Erandall looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he flicked the red dress on her body, and immediately flew up to the direction she was looking at before, like a shooting star, fleeting.

Only the nun was left alone, staring at the falling red dress, in a daze.

corner of the world.

The gray-haired man was lazily lying on a bench, with an unremarkable long sword beside him. The man was humming a little tune, looking leisurely and uninhibited.

At this moment, a subtle throbbing rose from his heart. The man first showed a puzzled expression, and then quickly realized it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that the time has finally come, and you did not disappoint me."

He sat up, nodded repeatedly as if he was listening to someone.

"I understand that everything is under my control."

The man said, then stood up and raised the long sword that was placed aside.

"Although it was just ashes that could no longer be ignited at the beginning, it seems that after tempering, it still has the value of being firewood, but I don't know how effective it will be."

He muttered to himself, then shook his head again.

"It's a pity that our fates are doomed to be opposite, otherwise we might be able to become close friends."

Sighing softly, the man took a step forward, and the void twisted for a while, as if he was swallowed by the world, he disappeared without a trace, even the traces of his existence disappeared.

Only a few fallen leaves fell back and forth in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)