[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

The re-connected spiritual realm emitted a golden light, and the tightly entangled bond turned into a fountain of light. The surging spring water was like the water of life in the garden of Lorien, with the power of comfort and tranquility, cleansing the two elves The once broken spiritual realm.

Where the spring water flows, everything looks new.Even the breath of hell absorbed in Thranduil's body had to lie dormant under the pressure of this holy light, wrapped into a cocoon by the golden light.

Elrond woke up in the light, facing Thranduil's blue eyes.

Without words, the connection has already expressed all the emotions in each other's hearts.

The elf lord leaned against the sentinel's arms with some exhaustion, and the shock of encountering those things made him feel tired.

"What is that?" Thranduil looked at the blood foam on the ground. If he had only encountered a wild beast attack or a human being with malicious intentions, Elrond would never have done this. Kind.

"I don't know—I should have known," whispered Elrond, his brain still occupied by sharp pain, his gray eyes staring blankly ahead, and it was difficult to focus for a while, but there was nothing in his chest. There was a pain as if being burned, as if punishing, as if calling.

Thranduil stroked Elrond's head, and held the half-elf in his arms.

"Don't think about it." He said softly, "No matter what it is, you and I will face it together."

His words were soft, but firm, and as he finished speaking, a green sprout sprouted in Elrond's spiritual realm, which branched and stretched in the blizzard, covered with canopies, exuding The shining light engraved Thranduil's mark on the ice and snow wasteland that was used as an altar.

That emerald evergreen spring is the oath of never giving up.

"Thranduil." Elrond sighed softly, closed his eyes in the arms of the Elven King, and fell asleep in peace.

Thranduil's eyes flickered until he was convinced that Elrond was fast asleep.He lowered his head, kissed Elrond's eyebrows, and promised in a low voice: "I know what you gave up for me, and I know what you chose for me. One day, we will definitely return to Middle-Earth."

After finishing speaking, the Elf King suddenly raised his head, his sharp blue eyes looked at a corner of the forest, and the figure hidden in it slowly walked out.

It was a shadow.

It seems that it has just reached the elf's waist, just at eye level with the elf sitting on the ground.

But Thranduil knew that it was just a virtual phantom, the projection of a certain existence descending into this world.

"I didn't expect that you would be the one who remembered first." The voice was neither male nor female. Even though the tone was flat, it still carried a maliciousness that could not be ignored, as if the existence of this shadow itself was an aggregate of maliciousness.

"After all, he was the one who was marked."

Thranduil narrowed his eyes to mark this word with a strong sense of swearing sovereignty. The instinct of the sentinel made him deeply hostile to any existence that coveted the guide, and the instinct of the king roared in his body to refuse his rights to be trampled.

"Don't get angry, Elf." The black shadow stood still, "It's obvious that you invaded my toy box first."

The Elven King sneered: "Raising humans as bait for monsters—there is no darkness more creative than you."

They, the world he and Elrond entered, were but toys in the hands of an evil god.He used disasters to hone his soul, and the environment to hone his body, just to wait until the moment of harvest, bloody everywhere, wailing in pain.

Natural disasters, giant beasts, monsters who only know how to kill and eat...

Blood and fire finally destroyed the world.

"You have no right to insult me, Elf. I created those guys, of course I can inflict pain and death as I wish." Shadow took two steps back and forth on the spot, which made him look a little neurotic, and even his words were confused Get up, "Of course I have my intentions, but why should I tell you this?"

"By the way, the one in your arms has my mark on him. Give him to me as soon as possible. I don't want to come to this world. There are guys in this world that I don't like."

Red smoke gradually surrounded the area.Excited whispers can still be heard in the smoke, and the content is uniformly cruel.

The silver knife appeared in the elf's hand, and Guanghua forced the red mist back a circle.

Power roams through the body of the King of the Jungle, and the close connection with the guide makes him fearless!

But someone is faster than him.

"You and your pets are not welcome here." The cold voice made the red breath stagnate, and then death silently climbed up the red mist surrounding the elves. After a small scream, the red mist disappeared Exhausted, leaving a place of red powder.

"You're still so annoying." Shadow looked at Death who appeared behind Thranduil, "I just want to take what belongs to me, this is within the rules, you must not interfere with my rights."

"Don't think I don't know about those little tricks you play." Death expressed enough contempt and disdain for Shadow, "Those toy boxes, bodies and environments of yours do belong to you, but the soul in the body does not belong to you ——Your power has long been skewed and out of balance, and your world can no longer produce any souls."

Death's last words angered the shadow, and the sharp red light rushed towards the death knight, leaving a bloody shadow on his pale cheek.Immediately afterwards, the surrounding trees seemed to be furious because of this, stretching and twisting their branches, trying to tear the shadow to pieces.

"Stop." Death frowned.

His power is death, and the act of animating and attacking these trees is obviously outside the scope of the rules he controls.

God appeared beside Death, without a smile on his face, but looking at the shadow warily.The trees assigned the mission of attacking did not recover, but they did not continue. They just hung over them, ready to continue attacking at any time.

"It really makes me unhappy." Looking at God and Death, and then at Thranduil holding Elrond in his arms, Shadow's tone sounded very, very depressed.A black aura emerged from around the shadow, as if it would turn into a terrifying attack at any moment.

But his real body can't come to this world. Without his real body, he can't even defeat the elf from another world, let alone the master of the rules of this world.

Shadow looked at Thranduil.

"Don't let me take your chances, elf."

After speaking, the shadow turned into ashes and disappeared.

God turned his head to look at death, the rule of death is absolute, if he wants something to end, it must die at the thought of it.That shadow has been under the deterrence of death for so long. If it is not that the power of the death knight has declined due to the seal, it is that the other party really has a lot of ability.

Either way, it is not what God likes to see.

Death did not heed the eyes of God.

He walked up to Thranduil and Elrond, and the aura on his body made the elves, who were naturally keen, put on a guarded posture.

"He has the mark of that Fallen Angel on him." Death stopped three steps away from them, looking at Elrond with a hint of interest in his eyes.

"Fallen Angel?" Thranduil frowned.

"Twisted and depraved rule master." Knowing that the guy behind him was listening, he explained indifferently.

Fallen Gods, in simple terms, are the fallen Supreme Gods who distorted their original responsibilities during the long years in charge of the rules, and even devoured their souls to make themselves stronger, distorting fate and rules arbitrarily according to their own wishes...

When the gods fall, the world controlled by the gods will no longer produce souls. The existence of souls is the driving force for the existence of the world. If there is no soul, the world will be destroyed together with its gods.

After the fall and before the destruction, some fallen angels figured out a way to allow themselves to continue to exist.That is the toy box that Shadow mentioned earlier.

Shaping false worlds, shaping false human forms, pulling into his world souls born of other worlds.

After being tortured in various ways, the original engraving of the soul is worn away and becomes one's own property.And when the soul engraving disappears, it is time to harvest souls to fill the fallen angel's world, so that the fallen angel can continue to exist.

The imprint of the soul is the most difficult to wear away, and only extreme pain can distort the soul, so the final fate of each "toy box" is extremely cruel.

Death knows this Fallen Angel, because a long time ago, there was a soul from a toy box that wandered into this world. As the master of all souls, the Death Knight once confronted the Fallen Angel who came to him.

Judging from the other party's aura, no matter how much it was delayed, the fall of God was already imminent.

So... the other party is obsessed with this elf from another world... Maybe it's because...

Death's cold eyes fell on Elrond, and he didn't express his guess. He turned around and disappeared.

"You can't stay in this world for too long."

"I know." Thranduil hugged Elrond, and the elf's mysterious arm made the god smile with great interest.

"So, the existence of elves is indeed very similar to that of angels, but they are more perfect than angels. I am a little interested in your gods, but it seems that they cannot communicate with each other."

The god nodded and disappeared in place.

Thranduil hugged Elrond and left this place where some kind of weird sacrifice seemed to have been carried out.