Demon King Priest Chapter 302: Smile in memory (first update)

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In that battle, countless powerhouses fell, and even the three dark protoss who claimed to be immortal were wiped out and returned to the Temple of Heaven, greatly hurting Qiye's entire organization.

Other organizations are not much better. The Cardinal Group, which has mastered powerful attacks on the divine art, is also close to annihilation. The saint Euphy, who is in charge of the Scripture of Light, is severely injured and retired, and will almost never again. Never appeared on a formal occasion.

The "Shadow of the Sage" organization of the Wizards Guild was buried there, and the entire organization was almost renewed for a generation.

Many members of the Seven Wings were swallowed by different spaces and never returned. In the end, only three of them retreated.

Dragon Sword Emperor, the contemporary heir of the Dragon Sword Destruction Sword, died in battle, the leader of the Druid Organization, the Skyhawk, and the president of the Mercenary Union, Hailan Sword, died in a holy battle...

Too much blood, too much bones, this war that ordinary people almost don't know about, in fact, really affected the structure of the entire world. In the ten years since then, major organizations have been working hard to restore their vitality and train the next generation.

The sage of water Cavendish, the king of destruction, Nobel, the ruler of flames, Lavoisier, these seeds that were protected at that time received the full support of various organizations and the royal family and became new A generation of eight-level powerhouses.

Why did they become famous earlier than them, and even those strong men who were directly masters of these people have disappeared, because they have died in battle in that place of lament, and disappeared in history.

There were no flowers and no grand funerals. The war that took place there involved too many things, and ultimately everything was buried in history. It has become a taboo that no one will touch.

In the selection of those who participated in the war, the two who possessed special magic skills and became indispensable were the youngest//fastest text update, no pop-ups, no ads, and the most talented.

The two come from the same place, and are the core of the Supreme Cult's battle group.

Yufie in charge of the Scriptures of Light. She is considered to be one of the most outstanding holders of the Scripture of Light in history, and some people even think that she alone has a complete Scripture of Light, and can even do things like independently launching the sacred art, and is known as the son of an angel.

Another one is even better than Euphy. He is the most talented cardinal in the history of the Supreme Church. He has restored dozens of ancient magic arts that have long since disappeared at a young age. The soul blessed by the saints, the core of the cardinals. He is considered a certain candidate for the next pope.

However, because they can use special magic arts that even the Pope can’t use, the two people who represent the hope of the church’s future have to step on the battlefield where even the ninth-level strong cannot guarantee to retreat. The "that" that wakes up.

No one can imagine what a terrifying battlefield it is, perhaps its scale cannot be compared with the war of the undead three hundred years ago. But in the place of lamentation. Half of the core combat power of the various organizations that revived after 300 years of the Undead War was completely killed in just a few days, and relying on this half of the sacrifice, the remaining combat power successfully found the ultimate enemy and carried it out. A very tragic decisive battle.

In the final decisive battle where several people even participated in the ninth level, it was not the undead dark protoss that finally played the decisive blow. It was not the Dragon Sword Emperor who inherited the Dragon Sword Destruction Sword and was promoted at the final moment. It was not the Hermit from the Seven Wings, but the Cardinals and Hermits of the Supreme Sect.

In the end, almost all the high-level combat power of the mainland and overseas was assembled. Only a handful of less than a dozen people could escape from that place of lament, and the rest of the soldiers were all buried in that place. Even the bones cannot be retrieved.

At that time, she was the most outstanding sister of the witch family. Together, Mei Ya and Mei Sha, who can work together to perform some kind of forbidden law, also participated in the battle, and they fought until the end, seeing the true face of "that".

Everyone was wrong, and it was completely wrong. "That" did not come from the power of the necromancer three hundred years ago, and it had nothing to do with necromantic spells. The rudiments of undead natural disasters that appeared before are just disguise, deceiving everyone's disguise.

It was "that" that finally came to this world.

They can't actually survive. Even the Dragon Sword Emperor who used the forbidden technique to forcibly boost his strength to the ninth level did not escape the fate of final death. How could their two sisters survive?

At the end, what they saw was the familiar face smiling at them, and the brilliance of the sky full of stars.

It was their lover—no, it should be said that it was the last smile of the unrequited lover, who guarded their smiles.

Before that, no one had thought that the decisive battle would be so tragic, and there would be so many people who would fall without a last word.

I regret it. If I knew it earlier, Meiya would definitely give up those unnecessary self-esteem, treat him less harshly, let alone laugh at his always dumb expression at the end, and always treat love ambiguously. Qing attitude. Her heartfelt voice was never really spoken from beginning to end, and she really regretted it.

I regret it, if I know that it is the last chance, Meisha wants to confess to that person and tell him that she has always liked him.

I like his kindness, the way he looks when he reads, and the attitude that he never cares about any racial differences, whether he is a witch or a saint, can get along well. In his eyes, he could not see the discrimination and disdain of other people towards the witch and the dark race at all.

It's not politeness in disguise, but sincere gentleness. It is precisely because the witch family has suffered too many injuries in love, so they are more eager for such a person to be by their side.

It's just that they can no longer hold his hand, looking at his a little confused, but they won't refuse. Surrounded by him, asking him about the knowledge of ancient magic that even the witches had lost.

They who survived that battle lost something more important than life, the smile that once saved their hearts. That used to be the most important thing in their world, a treasure that they thought they could have together.

That person just left them like that and never came back. Only the last snow-like figure in white and a soft smile were left.

I thought that I would never see that unforgettable figure again.

Thinking that there will never be a chance to hold his hand again.

Until now, they have seen the white robe, the figure of the young man again. On him, they saw the person's shadow together.

Why is that white dress and that smile so familiar and so sad that people can't help but want to close their eyes and let the tears flow gently. (To be continued) RQ