The Melancholy of the Holy Maiden

Hanging Garden Babylon, reincarnation of the holy city of Vatican.

Her face was a little less immature and more majestic, her blond hair was curled up to reveal her thin white neck, she was wearing a suit shirt and short skirt that were incompatible with this place, and the badge representing the "Great Magician" on the girl's collar was shining brightly— —The strength shown by the badge has been outdated for a long time, but no one in the seat dares to make a noise.

The girl sitting on the throne in the posture of a human race is the master of this place and the king of this place.

——Grace Delante, the pearl of Eterna, the only princess of the Kingdom of Eternity and Glory.

Sitting on another throne beside her is the Fairy of Flowers with transparent wings and pointed ears. She is now a member of the Kong Clan and the king in charge of the Kong Yu Clan, Fu mulberry.

Yawei, the only emperor of the Kongyu clan, never took any action, and only expressed his opinion on Grace's "stirring an internal war" at the beginning, so all decision-making power is in the hands of the two.

The Kong Clan and the Yu Clan don't like each other, and they used to fight each other, but the relationship between the two is very harmonious, so even if they are in the same room, they will not fight each other again.

The temperature in the room was surprisingly high.

Grace's face was solemn, her eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were full of gloomy anger.

The Yu Clan youth half kneeling in front of her tried his best to restrain his wings, his body trembling slightly: "Yu Wang..."

Fusang lightly covered Grace's palm on the armrest, and when the skin touched it, it was as hot as the opponent's strength.

Her Royal Highness tilted her head slightly, and the cold palm of the other party calmed down a little bit of anger in her heart. Fusang looked at her gently with those big eyes without whites, which gradually calmed down the bit of anxiety hidden in her heart. .

Grace's eyes widened, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Why are you trembling? Am I going to burn you?"

The girl's voice was sweet and lovely, but it sounded like a devil's whisper in the ears of the Yu clan youths.

He trembled even more, his wings and ears were tightly attached to his head, and even the tips of his wings were trembling: "Yes, it is because of my ineffective supervision that caused the information of 'those' to be stolen by spies from the demon race. Willing to be punished..."

"Oh?" Her Royal Highness held Fusang's palm with her backhand, "The glorious Valkyrie, the saint shepherdess of the Ice and Snow Temple, the night-maned dog of Itenna, the twin Dega brothers of ghosts, the rose of the silver dragon... "

Every time she called out a person, Yuzu's head sank even more.

"Even my father, the sleeping wild lion, my lost and found brother... Even I was lucky enough to be a member of the stolen information. It seems that the demons also think that they should attack these people first."

Yu Clan sweated profusely, his throat was dry: "It's my negligence..."

"Who knew that the demons would hollow out their bodies to pretend to be her? Right. Who would have expected your data department to do such a good job, right?"

The Yuzu youth dared not speak any more.

"It's mere dereliction of duty, but it may cause Lantia to suffer a crushing defeat." Grace said without emotion, "Get up, and accept the punishment yourself."

The Yu clan looked ashen and defeated, and took the order to leave.

"Heh." Grace held Fusang's hand and stood up, looked coldly at all the Celestial Clan in the room, and turned around, "We will launch a counterattack with our allies in three days, I don't want this kind of thing to happen again."

"If there is a next time."

Above her original seat, a group of blue flames suddenly appeared, "You guys just wait to become roasted bird people."

The figures of the two kings disappeared, and the trembling atmosphere in the room finally eased.At this moment, Her Royal Highness has entered her room with Fusang.

As soon as the door was closed, the expression on Her Royal Highness's face immediately collapsed. She hugged Fusang's arm and complained, "It's too hateful. These damned bird people are just trying to trick me!"

Fusang patted her head skillfully, and comforted her: "It's okay, if you find it early, you can remedy it."

"So where did the damn information come from?! I remember I said I told those Yuzu people not to be so serious about their work? But that guy didn't take it seriously where it should be!"

Her Royal Highness, who is already the king of feathers, wanted to put down the burden every minute, and today she was as resentful as ever.

"It's all Yahweh's fault. I just burned that birdman to scum, and made me want to replace him..."

As she was talking, she began to complain in bits and pieces: "Who knew that the birdman who killed Jieli was so deadly? Can you blame me?"

Fusang: Touch your head, touch your head.

Finally, Grace stopped complaining, but let out a long sigh, repeating what she would say every day:

"Oh... when will Lulu and Beibei come back..."

The holy mountain of knights, the island in the middle of the lake.

The silver-white giant wolf squinted at the slime hanging on the Nightmare Horn not far away, and scratched its paws on the ground rather depressingly.

On the branch above its head, the two-meter-long vulture is unusually taciturn.

After a while, the giant wolf finally couldn't help complaining: "It's fine for that little guy to stay, after all, he is Urick's junior."

The giant wolf Fenrir glanced at the branches above his head, but passed Garuda, and looked deeper into the canopy: "But what about those elves? Aren't they not allowed to go to the island and can only move around in the forest?" ? Why are there two majestic ones going up the tree?"

Slime abandoned his furry body and threw himself into the arms of Nightmare, and vented all his grievances on the two elves on the treetops of the lake island.

"Cecil—Ulric—thoughts! Use your empty mind—think about it!"

The voice was still sharp, but Garuda lowered his voice a lot, fearing that the two outsiders on the treetop would hear him.Although it's no big deal to hear it, it will always be a little embarrassing.

The trees on the island in the middle of the lake are extremely thick and towering. Standing on them, you can see far away, and you can also have a panoramic view of the Holy Knight Mountain.

In the forest and on the treetops of the Holy Knight Mountain, the elves were sitting or standing, cleaning all kinds of weapons with solemn faces.

On the treetops, the elves who were being talked about by the two phantoms were also talking.Or rather, a one-sided conversation.

With long hair like new leaves, eyes like mead, and only a simple catalpa bow on its back, this elf should be a gentle, elegant and artistic guy, but at this moment it has no image at all.

He was lazily sitting cross-legged on the branch, still chattering about how many fights broke out recently, how many intelligent creatures died, and how many demons were driven back.

This elf is David, the son of nature, the elf with the highest status in the elves.

Ever since the monster that occupied his body was driven away by Lucini and the others, he became more and more noisy.

The person he was talking about tightly pursed his lips without saying a word. He was standing on a branch. Unlike his lazy partner, he stood upright like a pine.The elf's eyes, one dark blue and one blood red, looked at all the places they could see.

In the sky behind them, a huge island floating looming, is a hanging garden that moves to the territory of Eterna.

But a transparent light curtain loomed on the horizon in front of him. The black and purple mist outside the curtain was almost condensed, and the light curtain drove all of them out.

The blood elf with black hair and different eyes finally ignored his partner's muttering, and said with a cold face: "We didn't come here to let you play, David."

"I know, I know, it's to prepare for the alliance's counterattack in three days' time!" David smiled and waved his hand, "You're just too nervous Renato, we'll just fight together when the time comes. Afraid of him being a demon?"

But what they have to deal with is not only the demons, but also a large number of undead that are united with the demons.

Demonic dragons and bone dragons, demons and undead, monsters and skeletons, these are by no means one plus one equals one.

Renato didn't speak, but his frown revealed his thoughts.

The Radiant Temple, which has the strongest lethality against both the Demon Race and the Necromancer, has never sent a Radiant Saintess to meet the enemy, and will only refuse to say that the other party is retreating.

What the hell is that Pope thinking!

This is not a matter of the human race, but a matter of all intelligent races in the entire Lantia continent.

However, he could only bury these worries in his heart.Indeed, a large base and high short-term potential are incomparable advantages of the human race.The human race does have many outstanding talents, but other races are not cowards.

Renato's eyes drifted to the guy who could be said to be the crown prince beside him...

The handsome blood elf looked away in disgust.

Forget it, God perish my elves...

Similar scenes also appear in different places.

Imperial Academy of Eterna, Academy Stele.

All the students in the academy came to the square. On the platform, the head of the academy was mobilizing with impassioned speeches.Beside them, the instructors of the academy had different expressions, but they were equally determined.Students and teachers from different races put aside all prejudices and unwillingness to listen together.

The holy altar in the imperial capital of Kode, the frozen country.

The brown-haired girl smiled and stabbed the long sword into the ground, her long braids and skirt fluttering together.Behind her, a woman with pale blond hair floated expressionlessly.Above her head, the silver dragon hovered with the little girl on its back, and the silver dragon let out a long cry.Everyone in the audience clasped their hands and their expressions were frenzied.

The Emerald Forest of the elves, the sanctuary.

Under the tree of life, the prophet and the elf queen stood side by side, looking gently at the compatriots who stayed behind in the forest.The Prophet Yinyue spoke with a smile. The elves had firm eyes, pressed their hands on their chests, and lowered their heads to mutter.

In the wild land of Bructan, each altar.

In the city-state-like tribes, altars were lit with flames, and shamans sang and danced.In a certain integrated tribe, the orcs with strong physiques became even stronger after the shaman's prayer war song.

Dragon Island, Atlantis, the pearl of the sea, La Puyard, the capital of Itenna, the border army station of Itenna, the capital of a small country on the border of Kod...

And, completely covered by the black and purple mist and shrouded in the shadow of the demons, only the land captured by the sleeping wild lion was spared, Flynn, the land of thunder and fire.

Amidst the tumbling mist, a glimpse of the land of black fire was revealed.

Hui, Yao, and Guang hung high for three days, staring indifferently at the people on the land.