Chapter 1 Blood King Palace

Blood King Palace. The blackness of the sky obscured all light, with only a blood-red moon acting as the palace's eye, gazing down upon this underground world.

"Go to hell, you wandering soul!"

Lashaer channeled all his magic, conjuring a blood-colored magic mirror before him.

The mirror reflected Lanchi's figure, yet with a subtle difference.

The Lanchi in the mirror had vacant eyes, an ashen face, and was shrouded in an ominous aura.

"Pope, this is the reflection of your inner self."

Lashaer sneered,

"On the surface, you are righteous, pure, and awe-inspiring, but within, you harbor endless darkness. You are no different from us!"

No matter how strong Pope Lante of the Holy Soul was, as long as he was hit by this move, he would begin to fight himself. At that point, Lashaer did not believe he could not break his defense.

If the Pope lost focus, the black pope in the mirror would emerge, becoming a summon that Lashaer could temporarily control.

Lanchi merely gazed at the magic mirror, a hint of naturalness even gracing his lips.

"Lashaer."

He said softly, the wind of Blood Moon City gently rustling through his dark hair,

"If you see a goat from the side, you can only say that the side you see is black, but you cannot prove that the side you haven't seen is pure white. What if there are half-black, half-white goats in this world?"

He stared at the blood-colored magic mirror, unmoved, not at all worried that the self in the mirror would walk out.

The next moment, the illusion in the mirror shattered in response, turning into specks of light and dust.

"..."

Lashaer's pupils contracted. He had already tried almost all of his magic, fighting with all his might.

But his opponent seemed to be playing with him.

No matter what ninth-tier spell he used, it had little effect on the terrifying white-robed man before him.

It seemed the only thing that had some effect was ordinary attack magic.

But this only made it seem as if the Pope was humiliating him even more.

Were all of his prized spells inferior to unskilled basic attacks?

"Why? Why?!"

Lashaer roared in anger.

"Tens of thousands of years ago, when I saw that the Horning Empire was already doomed, I discovered that all the people in the south were infected with the Second Progenitor's blood toxin. It was you who suppressed their demonization, and once you were sealed, the people of Horning would all become demons, and the Holy Soul Lante territory in the north would also suffer. Even though I knew all of this, I did not waver. Do you think your mental magic can still shake me?"

The emerald eyes beneath the white-robed Pope's mask seemed to be asking Lashaer—

Wasn't I the very evil spirit that you blood clansmen forged in that era?

"Are you really Lancelot?! You possess his power and memories, yet you have a flawless state of mind. Who exactly are you?!"

The plaza in front of the palace resembled a tomb, the walls and ground constructed of black stone, carved with twisted faces, the blood-red ghost fires flickering in the darkness, echoing Lashaer's shouts.

The outer walls of the palace, pieced together from countless rock cubes, reflected a cold light in the dimness, as if constructed from ordered chaos.

And Lanchi stood beneath this palace, his back to the blood moon, his white robe spotless, looking down upon Third Progenitor Duke Lashaer.

"I told you, I am Lancelot Saint Anastasius. I won the resurrection match and came back."

Lanchi's answer had not changed.

"…!"

The most certain proof Lashaer had that this guy was not Lancelot was his serious attitude when answering nonsense, always giving off the feeling of a kindergarten teacher teasing a child.

But now, no matter how he looked at it, Lashaer felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that they made Lashaer uneasy.

The black centipede brand on the right side of his face, which he had never seen before, was also so strange that Lashaer could not analyze its principles.

That spell was not Undying Eternal Punishment, yet it resembled it so much, even more lethal.

Suddenly, a trace of blankness flashed across Lashaer's pupils, as if he had sensed a change somewhere in Blood Moon City.

"Ulisses…!"

He gradually gritted his teeth, clenching his reddened fist.

He had already learned about the situation on the Gehenna Hall side. Maya had actually been rescued by the opponent.

A dignified eighth-tier progenitor couldn't even handle four seventh-tiers.

The excellent situation that had been heading their way, which could have ended this protracted war at any time, had now suddenly begun to be held off by the opponent, allowing them to continue dragging it out.

"I see."

Lanchi also heard Abigail's latest progress report from Gehenna Hall through his earpiece, and responded to Abigail with a sentence.

"Ulisses, a name to be missed. I have never forgotten any of my defeated opponents."

Lanchi once again began to tell Lashaer about the past.

This made Lashaer cover his ears.

He had had enough of this guy's recapitulation, from the history of the Blood Moon Broken World to the culture of the present-day Kriti Empire, he had never stopped from beginning to end.

"I have met many strong enemies in my life. Ulisses may be one of them, but to say the only enemy that gave me a headache."

Lanchi stopped there, lowered his head, and looked at the palm of his hand, as if he had remembered many things, and someone.

If he could do it again, Lanchi would still choose him.

"You're not still thinking about Ascazsan, are you?"

Talia suddenly asked him. She didn't expect Lanchi to still be thinking about that man even at the final battle.

"You know, I have no choice."

Lanchi replied to Talia telepathically.

"You might as well just go with your old Laosan teacher for the rest of your life!"

Talia wondered if there were no women around this kid?

"The peak produces false supporters, and the twilight witnesses true believers. Ascazsan's figure has long been integrated into my life. I have no reason to abandon him, and he really is like a ray of light, illuminating my boring life."

Lanchi sincerely reminisced in his heart.

"I've really had enough! Ever since I could hear your thoughts, I've realized that you've become a simp to the core."

Talia didn't want to talk anymore.

Lanchi didn't even keep the Black Sun Tyrant Perpetual Edict on all the time. He only turned it on when Lashaer attacked him. If he made a mistake, it didn't matter much. With his resistance, most of Lashaer's mental magic posed little threat to him.

Talia even suspected that Lanchi sometimes wasn't making a mistake, but deliberately wanted to take Lashaer's mental magic to the face to show off his fault tolerance.

Lashaer had long seen through his way of fighting, which clearly didn't treat his opponent as a human.

"Lancelot… no, you imposter, you don't think you can win this time, do you?"

Lashaer flung his fist away with a stern expression, and looked at the white-robed Pope opposite him, ready to send the Pope to his grave this time.

It was already different from the Horning Empire.

This time, their blood clan would not make any more mistakes.

As long as, as long as they could drag it out until the God of War's blessing ritual was over, they would have a complete victory.

This group of damned guys had already poured all their strength into Blood Moon City, but what the invaders didn't know was how many Gods of War on the ground were also under his control!

The other side had already fought so embarrassingly, almost collapsing completely. He didn't believe there were any follow-up moves left on the ground!

"Lashaer, you can run as much as you want, but you can't escape for a lifetime, and I will be watching you forever."

Lanchi adjusted his mask so that the empty eyes could see Lashaer more clearly.

"Lanchi, your speech is weird."

Talia had already come, and watching the battle was also idle. Since Lanchi said that she wouldn't affect the battle, then she would chat with Lanchi. Whether he paid attention to her was Lanchi's business.

"How is it weird? Do you find it strange?"

Lanchi asked Talia in his heart in confusion.

"Uh."

Talia imagined it.

If Lanchi told her, "You can run as much as you want, but you can't escape for a lifetime, and I will be watching you forever"…

The feeling of an overbearing general had returned, unexpectedly making her heart flutter.

"No, you still want to act out a second season with me, don't you?"

Lanchi read Talia's active thoughts, she was already like rehearsing a series.

"If we can win a complete victory today, it's not impossible for the teacher to reward you when we get back."

Talia paused and replied casually.

Abigail had been looking for actors for the Demi-Devil chapter for a long time. Talia had just not decided whether to agree to Abigail. If Lanchi still wanted to play with her, then she would try to consider satisfying Lanchi as much as possible.

"I can't say who wants it more."

Just thinking about the Grey Princess chapter of Holy War Romance made Lanchi's scalp tingle.

If there was a subsequent Demi-Devil chapter, then he would be a little overwhelmed, and the one who would suffer would definitely be him.

"I will destroy the entire Blood Moon City today. Without the protection of Blood Moon City, where can you blood clan progenitors escape to on the ground, no matter how you try to flee?"

He returned to the topic and spoke to Lashaer across the plaza.

"The one who should be running is you!"

Lashaer angrily clenched his fist and controlled the blood mist. Countless dark red tentacles stretched out from the mist, like venomous snakes, once again sweeping towards Lanchi.

...

The Faded Hall, on the northernmost side of the Void.

With the clash between the Ice Snow Witch Almis and the Withered Bishop Netochka, the air within several miles of the surrounding area had undergone earth-shattering changes.

The originally dilapidated courtyard was now a completely different sight.

Vines and thorns grew wildly, entwining and occupying the area, wrapping the broken walls layer by layer, like a boundless plant maze.

At the same time, the Ice Snow Witch's chill raged, freezing all the green, and the ice pillars of the branches were interlaced, reflecting a dark blue light.

The ground cracked, and bottomless ravines ran through the courtyard, turning into ferocious beasts, and even the water vapor would be instantly frozen, and then smashed to pieces by the vines in the next second.

"You can't cause any substantial damage to me, don't hit me."

Under the Ice Snow Witch's attack, Netochka walked out of the giant tree used for defense, stretched her arms, and said easily while stretching.

As soon as she finished speaking, a slender staff appeared out of thin air in her hand.

The top of the staff was entwined with vines, and the middle was inlaid with a green gem. Netochka waved it gently, and the vines wrapped around the Ice Snow Witch from the ground like arrows leaving the string.

The Ice Snow Witch reacted quickly, condensing an ice cone around her body, and cutting off all the vines that came at her.

However, more giant tree vines came like a tide, unstoppable.

The Ice Snow Witch had to keep dancing backwards, while condensing cold air to cast ice walls to resist.

The vines wrapped around the ice wall and quickly crushed it.

Netochka smiled, and with a wave of her hand, life-filled thorns sprang out of the ground, surrounding the Ice Snow Witch, and firmly imprisoning her.

The Ice Snow Witch struggled, and ice shot out, freezing and breaking the thorns around her body.

But Netochka just smiled leisurely, and the withered thorns revived again, more lush and tenacious than before.

These thorns would even absorb the Ice Snow Witch's vitality and feed it back to Netochka at the same time.

The night sky of the Faded Hall was as dark as ink, with dark clouds, and the originally cold blood moon was also covered.

Lightning and thunder flashed, shining with dazzling white light, illuminating the devastated courtyard.

A blizzard swept through, stirring up the sky with ice chips and dead leaves.

The Ice Snow Witch was forced to use the strongest environmental magic to quickly break through these thorns.

"Exquisite demonic magic manipulation, admirable."

Netochka sincerely praised,

"But in the face of life magic, everything will eventually return to nature."

As Netochka spoke, a warm current swept through the Ice Snow Witch's body, and the skin that had been scratched by the thorns miraculously healed as before, but at the same time, toxins began to make her own healing magic less effective.

"..."

The Ice Snow Witch was shocked.

This excessive treatment would repel her own healing magic, indirectly achieving a reduction in healing.

"Please don't doubt, I don't have any strange hobbies."

Netochka seemed to see through the Ice Snow Witch's thoughts, and winked playfully,

"I just think it's too boring to hurt you in one way. Prolonged battles are very boring. Don't you think so?"

She asked the Ice Snow Witch.

"..."

The Ice Snow Witch bit her lip, and re-condensed several crystal clear ice blades around her body, ready to cut open the newly pounced demonic plants at any time.

There was almost no hope of winning, but she must not be defeated in a short while.

"Since you have this interest, then I am happy to accompany you to the end."

The Ice Snow Witch stared at the Withered Bishop.

In an instant, a mountain-shaped ice cone filled with frost fell from the sky, and was bound by gravity to attack Netochka.

Netochka smiled slightly, turned lightly, and the vines surrounded her body like a shield, blocking all the icebergs.

Before the Ice Snow Witch could react, a green beam of light flew out from Netochka's fingertips and went straight into the Ice Snow Witch's chest.

The Ice Snow Witch only felt a warm current all over her body, followed by a piercing chill that quickly spread.

She realized that Netochka's wood magic had directly eroded her mana!

She tried her best to extinguish the magic seed that Netochka had buried in her body. If she was hit by too many such spells, she might not be able to last too long.

The vines and ice cones were staggered, the beams of light and cold air collided, the entire courtyard was fiercely fought but strangely quiet, only the occasional sound of broken ice and the sound of vines breaking through the air.

Gradually, the Ice Snow Witch felt physically exhausted, and the frequency of her breathing became higher and higher.

On the other hand, Netochka was still calm and interested.

"I haven't met such a gentle opponent like you for a long time. The battle itself is as easy as drinking afternoon tea."

Netochka sincerely praised.

"I don't think it's interesting to duel with you at all."

The Ice Snow Witch barely smiled coldly, and tried to maintain a fighting posture.

"Almis, don't worry, you just need to hold Netochka here, our situation has stabilized for the time being, and there will be a turnaround when Sigrid breaks through!"

Just when the Ice Snow Witch found it difficult to see hope, Abigail's voice came from the communication device.

The Ice Snow Witch dodged Netochka's magic and glanced at the scene of the Gehenna Hall sent by Abigail.

A light flashed in her light blue to almost silver eyes.

"Hyperion, I knew you could do it."

A gratified smile appeared on the corner of the Ice Snow Witch's mouth. Since her disciples were working so hard, then she, as a teacher, must not be afraid of powerful enemies.

"..."

At the same time, Netochka also seemed to have learned something through the blood clan's communication.

Netochka frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and incomprehension flashing on her face.

"Impossible, how could my holy son betray me."

Netochka muttered in a low voice, the vine magic was still unsolvable and difficult.

The entire courtyard was intertwined with ice and snow and vines, and thunder and lightning roared.

The Ice Snow Witch vaguely realized that Netochka's mind was no longer on the battle. The news from the blood clan that the Withering Holy Son had betrayed was like a stone thrown into the originally calm lake in the Withered Bishop's heart, causing ripples, and she could no longer hide the confusion in her heart.

She mechanically waved the staff, the vine magic was gorgeous and precise, but it lacked the previous passion and joy.

The Ice Snow Witch's attacks came one after another, but Netochka just blocked them instinctively, and the confusion in her heart grew deeper and deeper, and she began to avoid the Ice Snow Witch.

"Isn't the goal of his joining the Rebirth Church my bishop himself?"

The Withered Bishop Netochka covered her forehead and retreated in confusion, thinking while fighting the Ice Snow Witch.

"..."

The Ice Snow Witch finally twitched the corner of her eye after hearing the Withered Bishop's murmur clearly.

She was now a little skeptical of the Withered Bishop's personality.

How could she be a love brain.

Netochka had calculated everything, but she had not calculated that her holy son's intention was just the wine.

...

The Crimson Abyss, not far from the Gehenna Hall.

In the collapsed ruins, the life-and-death battle between Hyperion and Ulisses had entered the most tragic stage.

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a bloody storm.

Ulisses had completely fallen into a state of frenzy.

He was surrounded by a blood-red magic vortex, and every inch of his skin was exuding a chilling aura.

As Ulisses recalled the power of the blood eagle and blood bear, the blood energy around him turned into sharp blades, slashing towards Hyperion like a storm.

Hyperion moved like a ghost, avoiding Ulisses's attacks, and using offense as defense, she backhanded a claw, and went straight to the progenitor's throat, trying to fight to the death.

"Damn it!"

Ulisses used telekinetic magic to shake Hyperion away, but his neck was still cut by Hyperion's dagger from the air.

Bright red blood gushed out immediately, which was particularly dazzling on his pale skin.

The Gehenna Hall had just been breached, and Ulisses, who was about to go crazy with anger from the betrayal of the Withering Holy Son and Hyperion's obstruction, was now on the verge of going berserk.

The mad flames were burning in his scarlet eyes, and the invisible magic around him was surging.

"I want you to die!"

Since he no longer needed to care about the Gehenna Hall, he could also go all out to kill this damned scorpion-tailed witch!

Ulisses roared, and telekinesis spread from his body in circles, and the ground shook, and countless suspended buildings collapsed, turning into powder.

"Duchess, you succeeded, but you will also die here as you wish!"

Ulisses was hysterical, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, revealing a near-collapse madness.

He recalled all the power he had given to the blood snake. When the blood bead cut through the void and returned to him, Ulisses's magic soared, and the blood-colored telekinesis was like a materialized blade, slashing towards Hyperion like a storm.

Wherever the telekinesis passed, the void was distorted, the material was broken, and a terrifying pressure that destroyed everything was emitted.

At this time, Hyperion had also reached the point where she was exhausted.

Her body was covered with scars, the corners of her mouth were constantly overflowing with black poisonous blood, she barely supported her tottering body, clenched the scorpion-tailed dagger, and tried her best to avoid Ulisses's frenzied offensive.

"Hyu wumming..."

She could hardly hear what Abigail's communication was saying.

But none of that mattered.

She knew that she had successfully held Ulisses back and prevented Ulisses from successfully returning to the Gehenna Hall.

And as long as they continued to drag him on for a while, they could win.

In the face of Ulisses's soaring magic, Hyperion was like a flat boat, swaying and bumping in the stormy waves, in a precarious state.

She soon couldn't hold on, and was shaken away by the aftermath of Ulisses's telekinesis, and slammed heavily into the broken wall of a floating castle.

"Cough cough."

Hyperion only felt that her internal organs were dislocated and disordered under the violent impact, and the black blood she vomited corroded the ground, and her consciousness began to become blurred.

"Hahahaha... you've reached your limit, haven't you."

Ulisses laughed wildly, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes,

"And I haven't reached my full strength yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ulisses pushed his hands forward violently, and the blood-colored telekinesis turned into a blood hand that covered the sky and the sun, and in sync with his hands, it grabbed towards the weak Hyperion, trying to crush the girl's entire body into meat sauce.

Hyperion struggled to get up, but found that all her strength had been drained, and she didn't know whether her bones were broken or she was backlashed by Melogaus's toxins to the limit. She didn't know if she could dodge it, so she tried her best to drive the muscle tissue on her body that still had sensation.

Everything became quiet at this moment.

It turned into blank space.

Only blazing light, and darkness.

Was it going to end in the next second?

She didn't know.

But she still wanted to drag it out for a while, and the longer she held Ulisses back, the greater the chances of her companions winning.

This time, she had already decided to bet everything to protect them.

This was the meaning of her surviving to this day.

However, the tearing pain that she had expected to force her limbs and bones to move again did not come.

In the hazy vision, a slender and tall figure appeared in front of her, blocking Ulisses's unstoppable telekinetic blood hand for her, like an unshakable fortress.

"..."

Hyperion suddenly opened her eyes wide, but she saw pure dark currents blooming around her body, turning into an immortal barrier.

Looking at this dark color, you will find that it is not simply dim and obscure, but contains the ultimate beauty. It is pure and ethereal, holy and flawless, like the first ray of dark light when the heaven and earth first opened, with the mystery of chaos and the vitality of vitality. It hides the twinkling of the galaxy in the dark depths, which is the micro-light falling from hundreds of millions of light years away into the mortal world.

This pure-colored divine darkness is more like a gentle and considerate mother, tolerating everything, nourishing all living beings, so that everything is brewing and fermenting in a dream, and when the time is right, it will reveal its fragrance and bloom its brilliance. It is the foundation of creation, the embrace that breeds everything.

"Original Stone Tablet Dark..."

Hyperion stared blankly at the dark current barrier in front of her, and a surge of unspeakable throbbing rose in her heart.

This light made her eyes sore, gradually turning red, and finally the clear tears shamelessly replaced the black corrosive tears, and flowed down her eyes.

"Hyperion, you can actually come here..."

The man slowly turned his head, his face was gaunt, he looked at Hyperion crawling on the ground, with a trace of doting apology, his face was half happy and half sad.

"Ah ah..."

Hyperion looked at the man in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes, her lips trembled, and it took a long time to choke out a sob.

That familiar magic power, and that familiar dark stone slab brilliance, she hadn't seen it for a long time.

She once thought that she might never see it again in her life, but she never thought that one day, she would actually see her father who had escaped from his imprisonment.

"..."

On the other side, Ulisses stared at the black shadow that suddenly appeared, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes, which was immediately replaced by滔天的anger.

Ulisses's face was terribly gloomy, his fists were clenched so tightly that they creaked, and his nails were digging into his palms.

This cardinal bishop who had broken free from the seal had blocked his chance to kill Hyperion as soon as possible!

Above the ruins of the void.

Dark silk threads had turned into warm and full magic power, covering Hyperion's body, the feeling that her bones were about to break was relieved, and her injuries began to slowly recover.

This was Micah's dark puppet sewing, a healing dark attribute magic.

Duke Micah not only mastered all the attributes, but he could also improve all kinds of magic into his own dark magic, so that it could be blessed by the [Original Stone Tablet - Dark].

The girl trembled, and all the thoughts and grievances turned into tears.

The moment the too long dream really came true, she still felt unreal.

Maybe it was the pain in her body, maybe her spirit and will had already reached their limit, her vision became blurred, and there was only the dim light in Blood Moon City.

In an instant, she seemed to see a lot of things.

"Don't worry, I, the law-abiding little pioneer, will not act you."

That was on the top floor of Eklyte Academy, he looked at her with a sunny and cheerful face and said to her.

If she lost that exam, she might be found dead in the streets outside the school.

...

"If we don't set off now, we will never be able to set sail! So trust me, let's go."

In the classroom.

That voice was clear and seemed impatient to take her on a magical journey.

...

"Don't talk about the danger of provoking the demons, there may also be good guys in the demons, Hyperion, don't discriminate against the demons."

The earnest voice of persuasion echoed in the corridor of the Purgatory Corridor Academy.

...

"If I can find your father back, I will have a big backer."

On an ordinary morning, he listened to the Original Stone Tablet class and decided that he would definitely help her find her father.

...

"Hyperion, don't worry, with our detective and lawyer by your side, the gangster can't do anything to you."

At the Saint Hall banquet, those two always extended a helping hand when they saw a companion in need.

...

"You think you can hurt her?"

Facing the killer sent by the Destruction Branch in the wooden restaurant, the gray-haired witch hugged her and said every word she said to the killer as if she was scolding garbage.

...

"No matter what the result is more than a month later, when I see you again, I will arrange a boat back to the Southern Continent for you, so come back safely, may the goddess bless you."

In the North Continent Temple, the Ice Snow Witch's devout prayers were heard by her.

...

"Apologize to the two ladies, what if Count Milford's key vote leads to Mr. Ascazsan's failure, how will you be responsible?"

At the Rock Confluence Station, the difficulties of the Silent High Priest were countered by her invisible guardian.

...

"I love you to death, I'm actually the Duchess's friend, and there are still some aristocratic playboys from the Hutton Kingdom who dare to bully you, you see, when we meet them next time, whether or not Sinatra and I will agree is all that matters."

On the car back to the Southern Continent, she had more and more friends.

...

"Miss Hyperion, leave it to me, please rest assured."

On the night of the fall of the Southern Vantina Territory, the housekeeper Hans saluted her and assured her.

The old man believed in her and was willing to let her follow her own judgment and do the right thing.

...

"Why did you come back?"

When the two of them shared weal and woe and were about to die together.

Talia wanted to roar at Hyperion, push her away, but she couldn't make a sound as if she was choking.

...

"Today, Princess Hyperion belongs to the Great Demon McCarthy, even if your First Progenitor comes, it's useless."

The Fallen Qing Kaliella resolutely protected Hyperion on the throne and was ready to personally go down to fight.

...

"But have you noticed? Reality is approaching your sweet homeland, which means it can still be achieved."

On the night of Nekaris, Lanchi suddenly asked her,

"You see, now there are probably not many people from the Hutton Kingdom who will come to bully you, and there is also a clue about Duke Micah, and Antanas and the others may be able to help us find Miss Ifatia, in short - no matter what dream you have, I will help you realize it."

Lanchi looked at her, raised the wine glass in his hand, and grinned and promised.

...

"Will the blood clan really lose?"

Sigrid's small figure lay in her arms, looking up at her, as if she was comforting Hyperion, and as if she was seeking her comfort.

She used to read the newspaper every day, and she tried hard to read even if she couldn't understand it and didn't see hope, just like Hyperion clumsily.

...

"You are not allowed to hurt her -"

At the last moment of dreaming back to the ages, watching Melogaus's terrifying poisonous thorns attack again, silver starlight scattered in the dark night, and the illusory and fairy-like witch had appeared in the air, her white skirt was elegant, her posture was graceful, there was no smile on her angelic face, and the hand with bulging blue veins grabbed Melogaus's scorpion tail.

...

"..."

The principal's shadow reflected on the glass was silent.

Even if the stars outside the window were dark, the shadows of the young men and women on the glass were still clear, reflecting the undead in history.

It was as if they had returned to the moment when they challenged the Purgatory Corridor Academy together.

...

"Hyu, Hyperion, are you calling me mom...? Don't you hate me?"

At the moment of seeing her mother again, Ifatia mechanically hugged her back, and tears also wetted her hair uncontrollably.

"I...I..."

Ifatia choked, unable to breathe, and couldn't explain her words.

Whenever she remembered those Eklyte words, she would reach out to the old days, the happiness that she once had but could no longer find.

It was always difficult to understand some words alone, this feeling of missing was unspeakable, panic, and extremely pity.

...

The beautiful dreams that she once dared not imagine came true one by one.

"Hyperion."

"Hyperion meow."

"Hyperion!"

Her mind was full of the voices of her friends calling her name.

From one, to many.

Until the end.

At this moment, under the light of the Original Stone Tablet.

The voice of her father clearly calling her name.

"Hyperion."

Micah's eyes were full of guilt and relief. Even if he had more to say, he couldn't tell his daughter for a while.

"Well, I found you."

She closed her eyes, and excited tears fell along her scarred face, and she sobbed in a dreamlike voice.

The long journey so far, thousands of words have converged into this sentence, making Hyperion's tears of dreams come true continue to fall.