Chapter 669 66. The Eternal King of Lost City
Annan didn't realize what the princess wanted to do, but he realized her last words, raised his head and shouted: "We don't need this... there are others Way! Think of the Siren!"
"We are different...only I can solve all this..."
The princess's figure and voice gradually faded, and she lowered her eyes. Looking at Annan like a god.
"Live for me..."
Annan, who realized something, turned around and saw another princess quietly coming to her side, looking up at her blankly.
Huh——
The blazing light burst out suddenly, turning into a dazzling beam of light that drilled out of the circular square and penetrated deep into the sky.
The fierce wind stirred Annan's black hair and robes, but only his raised face was gently caressed by the light.
Annan suddenly realized that the princess no longer suppressed the weirdness after that day not because of her own advice, but because she was accumulating strength...
Does she want to completely purify the strangeness of Lost City?
Annan was unable to stop her and could only watch the princess gradually turn into a ray of light.
At this time, changes occurred.
The silent sealed door slowly seeped out a rich sense of foreboding and coldness, like ink spreading in the circular square...
The light pillar transformed by the princess was infected by the darkness that seemed to be substantial, and gradually dim.
It's not enough... The princess cannot suppress the Sealed Gate and the entire Lost City.
Is she going to fail?
Annan looked down at the flowerpot, would throwing it in there stop it?
A gray shadow suddenly appeared when he hesitated. Annan wanted to grab the princess who rushed out, but his palm passed through her illusory body. Then he saw the princess still standing aside... but she had lost all her self except life.
The soul of the princess was thrown into the beam of light, like firewood dropped into a dying bonfire, and the light suddenly burst out even more blazingly bright than before!
The strong wind stirred up, causing Annan to raise his hands to block his face. The invisible heat wave passed through him, the scorched girl, and the weird people in the front hall, and spread in all directions.
Multiple screams came from countless towers, silence returned, and the filth flowing out gathered into a black river...
The royal city, the inner city, the outer city, the blazing light pillars Wherever the light passed, countless weird things let out short screams and disappeared.
Swan Lake seemed to be boiling, with terrifying huge waves rising, but after a brief moment, it became calm.
The Skeleton King in front of the tomb raised his head and watched the last sacred power spill out, nourishing and purifying this deeply polluted land.
The sacred power that fell on the skeleton of the Skeleton King turned into tiny flames, burning the Skeleton King as an undead creature, but it did not avoid it and still looked up at the distant royal city.
"Is this your choice..."
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Huadu.
As the celebration approaches, Istrat is decorated with flowers everywhere, and the floats that pass by at certain points will attract tourists to follow them.
Colette and Rosella walked together on the street outside the garden.
"The great fortune teller just now said that your father is still alive. What else do you have to worry about..." Rosella, who was talking
raised her head and looked at the sky in surprise. Called: "What is that!?"
Colette didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was just a trick to get her attention, but when she saw the light beam, she froze there.
The direction of the light beam is southeast...
"Wenwen City...there is Wenwen City!" Her friend's shout brought her back to her senses.
"Why are you so excited..." Colette tried her best not to show the same excitement.
"So far away, with such a powerful force, it must be good news...Uncle Valencia is coming back!"
"Whatever he wants...it doesn't make any difference to me whether he is there or not... .”
……
storehouse. Happy water, jointly promoted by nine major wine merchants, was a hit when it was first sold. Compared with wine, this slightly pungent sweet drink is more irritating to their taste buds.
All the happy water sold that day will be snapped up by the servants of the nobles before the morning, and there are still a lot of nobles rushing to get it
But this is not what Klein is doing. The reason here, at least not entirely...
Annan's portal anchor point is here.
The beam of light from Lost City made Klein, who was standing in front of the door like a sculpture, raise his head. The glimmer of light shone into the helmet at a coincidental angle, revealing a pair of light green eyes.
……
The City Lord’s Mansion.
The real fake princess, her gray hair looked sickly brown in the sunlight...
She looked at the distant beam of light, showing a hint of worry.
The princess hasn't been back for several days. That's Lost City... Could something have happened?
Crack——
The door behind her was pushed open, and the fake princess didn’t even look back: “Put it there.”
There was no sound to respond to her, alert. The fake princess suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a delicately trimmed goatee and a black cloak, who looked like a humanoid bat floating in front of her.
The fake princess showed a trace of fear and allowed the man's hand to hold her chin frivolously.
"Have you thought about it? Little Bat...betrayed that useless princess."
...
The bright light erupting from Lost City illuminated every inch of the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. Land, everyone raised their heads and could clearly see the beam of light that penetrated into the sky.
"That's the power of Lost City! We can go home... We can finally go home!"
The survivors who escaped from Lost City ran into the streets , with joy on his face.
Their celebration was quickly interrupted by worshipers rushing out of the church. They knelt down in the streets and prayed devoutly to the greatest miracle since the gods lost contact...
...
Annan raised his head and looked at the gradually dimming circular square.
As if a breeze blew by, the outline of the sealed door drifted away with the wind.
Ashes fall quietly like dancing snowflakes.
The afterglow of brilliance still reflected the circular square, forming a faint but firm light. The surrounding reliefs seemed to be given life, and their lips seemed to be moving, silently chanting poems handed down from ancient times:
The gray-haired and barefoot girl carries the weight of the Lost City on her back.
Tangled with thorns and painful to the bone,
In the grotesque palace that hides secrets, she confronts the beast.
Beared and bruised, suffering,
Her eyes still shone with determination, vowing to drive the beast away.
The will is the soul, the soul is the salary,
Giving the ring to the most trusted person, the gray-haired and barefoot girl sacrificed herself.
Her figure gradually dissipates like the morning mist, and her singing fades away like the evening wind.
She will immortalize her soul with the Lost City.
The last lingering sound dissipated in the air, and the circular square was once again immersed in silence and darkness.
It’s over...
The soulless princess is sitting on the steps, without any reaction to the outside world...only a body is left.
Annan gently put the flower pot aside. He walked up to the princess, knelt in front of the steps, carefully picked up her weak palm, and put the ring that symbolized the owner of the Lost City. Wearing it on her ring finger.
"You will always be the king of Lost City."
(End of this chapter)