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At this time, the dissipated chaotic gray fog had already caught up with him. Lin Nai used his spiritual magic to resist, but suddenly felt that the surrounding space began to fluctuate.

Those intertwined tree roots were like walls, cutting this underground space into small spaces. The scenes in those small spaces were changing rapidly. Linnai felt a gentle force enveloped the space where she was. It was Teacher Lilia. He used magic to protect her from being suddenly transferred to a strange place.

"This used to be the territory of the elves. The chaos should have triggered the defense mechanism here, so the surrounding space began to distort." Teacher Lilia's voice was a little weak, "I only had time to save the area you are in, but Uriel...I can’t make it in time.”

When Linnai turned around, he realized that Uriel was gone.

"Don't worry about Uriel. As a royal, he knows the changing laws of the space here." Cyril said, breaking away from Linnai's hand. "He should be here to pay homage to his mother."

"When the elves dealt with the chaos back then, they transferred part of the chaos to the light elves and dark elves and sealed it in their bodies. What I call face blindness is also the product of the chaos sealed in the body." Cyril's tone was very calm, "This world's All living things appear to me as moving mosaics, but at the same time, I can also see the hidden chaos."

Linnai, Linnai didn't know what to say, so he could only maintain his psychic magic and wait for Cyril's next words.

"You are the psychic mage, right?" Cyril suddenly raised his hand and touched Linnai's head. The familiar touch made him feel dazed for a moment, "Memory will lie to me, but breath will not."

"Those whose minds have been corrupted by Chaos, and this continent, leave it to you." Cyril patted Linnaeus' shoulder solemnly, and then took a few steps back.

Teacher Lilia's anxious voice sounded: "Linnai, he has taken away the control of the space here, be careful..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the land under Cyril's feet disappeared and turned into a cliff. Cyril showed a relieved smile on his face and jumped down.

Linnaeus:? !

Cyril was falling.

It was probably the revolving door before the creature died, and Cyril suddenly began to recall his life.

At the beginning, the world seemed normal to him.

It seemed that from the moment he accepted the inheritance of the light elves, the world in his eyes changed.

The appearance of all creatures was heavily mosaic. In his eyes, different creatures were just mosaic pillars with different lengths, widths and heights. Even the sounds heard in his ears seemed to be mixed with electric current, sounding vague and similar.

Later, even the color disappeared.

He could only sense the breath of his own blood relatives, and others... couldn't tell the difference.

The relatives around him have joined the battlefield to resist Chaos and defend their homeland. Some died in battle, and some had their minds corrupted by Chaos and could only be locked in special cages.

In the end, the only blood relatives he could sense were his sister Ophelia and his aunt's child Uriel.

Until one day, he suddenly caught a special breath among the chaotic and fuzzy atmosphere.

It was her original appearance without being mosaic-blurred by the damn chaos.

This breath was too special. Although he still couldn't see clearly the true appearance of the breath owner, just sensing a breath that was not contaminated by chaos was enough to make Cyril excited.

Ophelia said that she was a human elementary school girl in the school who was very talented. She was the first genius with a fully elemental physique since the end of the golden age.

She said that the elementary school girl is a psychic mage, and when she grows up, she can use magic to dispel chaos.

This war to defend their homeland is expected to reach a turning point, and those warriors whose minds have been corrupted by chaos in cages can also be purified and rescued.

How great, Cyril thought, he must protect the elementary school girl. To protect her is to protect everyone's hope.

But one day when he woke up and went to protect his elementary school girl as usual, he saw a strange existence.

His memory told him that the girl in front of him was the only psychic magician in the continent.

But he only saw vague chaos wrapped around this person's body, and her aura was also mixed with the people around him, and he couldn't tell it apart.

Not her.

But he seemed to have no energy left to solve the problem.

Chaos is sealed in the bodies of the light elves, but their power is not enough to purify the chaos. They can only wait until they can no longer suppress it, kill themselves, and die together.

Originally, with Cyril's strength and age, it was far from this time, but during the days when he was forced to follow the impostor, the chaos in the impostor had been invading his body pervasively, and now he was almost suppressed. Can't stand it anymore.

So he applied to the clan, saying that he wanted to go back to the Western Continent to see the clan land.

This is a euphemism.

"When an elf dies, his body will return to the earth, and his soul will return to the World Tree."

"The elves were born in the World Tree and will eventually return to their hometown."

From the beginning, Cyril was here to end his life.

As for finding that familiar aura here again that was not contaminated by chaos, it was an unexpected surprise.

Cyril relaxed and closed his eyes. He began to mobilize the magic power in his body, preparing to suppress the chaos that was about to move and die with the chaos that had tortured him for hundreds of years.

The falling feeling suddenly stopped.

A pair of warm hands held him tightly.

"Senior Cyril!" The man called his name anxiously, his voice even breaking because he was so anxious.

But that was not what Cyril was focused on.

He found that what he heard was no longer a sound contaminated by chaos, but a sound that was solid, crisp, and with personal characteristics.

Cyril opened his eyes.

His eyes widened in surprise.

Centered on the hands holding him, the bloated and thick mosaic was quickly fading away, and everything in front of him was quickly dyed with color.

They were still falling, Linnai recited several spells quickly, and several vines rose up from the ground, lifting them up as they were falling, and placing them safely on the ground.

Due to gravity, Linnai jumped directly into Cyril's arms. Cyril subconsciously raised his hand and caught Linnai steadily.

The world in front of me completely changed at this moment. The blurry scene contaminated by chaos became clear, all the mosaics disappeared, and the black and white and gray world was dyed with rich colors.

Linnai raised her head. Because she jumped down and fell freely, her eyes were covered with a layer of physiological tears. Those emerald eyes became the first touch of color in Cyril's eyes, shining straight into his heart.

It was as if she had thrown herself into his arms with all the colors in the world.