Seeing Shorahat disappear in front of him, Luke was silent for a moment and continued to move forward. Directly opposite him were the mountains of Barum. Although it was summer and not like the snowy scene in his memory, his photographic memory allowed him to accurately find his destination. Omniscient magic was activated, and Luke felt that his consciousness was split into two. One of them controlled his body to move forward little by little, while the other's sight rose uncontrollably. The complete magic can not only explore the recorded past, but also rise to a new dimension in the efficiency of obtaining information and observation. Luke felt that part of his consciousness jumped out of the shackles of the world and came to the rushing river of time. Ahead, countless possible branches unfold before your eyes, as blurry as a kaleidoscope. Behind him, a blurry light spot flickered to guide him, which was the timeline recorded by Shorahat. Part of Luke's consciousness turned around and began to observe retrograde time to see the truth of everything in full view. At the same time, his true body also walked into the mountains and used flying magic to fly to his destination. Time kept going backwards, and in the ever-changing light and shadow, Luke saw Shorahat erecting a tombstone for the Demon King not far from here, holding a bouquet and placing it in front of the tomb.
"The demons will not perish, just as we will always be hostile to humans, but this meaningless situation will come to an end. I will abide by the agreement and realize your long-cherished wish." The picture changes and time moves forward. In the early morning when the brave team set off, a soft and melodious voice sounded in the waiting coachman's heart. [I've been waiting for a long time, so let's go, everyone is here. 】 The impatient coachman waved the whip in his hand, and the horses galloped according to the owner's wishes, driving the carriage and blocking Florian's words. The scene continued to change. After witnessing the peace treaties signed by the monarchs of various countries, the brave man of the south suddenly felt an early warning in his heart and looked straight in one direction with his sharp eyes. "Todd, the Saint of the End, is a great demon left over from the previous generation. She has spent hundreds of years brewing the curse of the planet..." He did not hesitate and set out directly to defeat the Last Saint, but there was nowhere to place the curse. He could only accept the curse in its entirety. [Your story can come to an end. Finally, please help me persuade him. 】 Tormented by the curse, the Hero of the South's abilities suddenly went berserk. His future vision was activated over and over again, and his perspective got closer to God little by little until it was completely changed. Although he is still a kind-hearted hero, his thinking has been completely changed. "There can be no conflicts. Everything is the best arrangement." With slightly mechanical words in his mouth, the brave man of the south endured the erosion of the curse and stopped on Lu Ke's road. … Luke, who was high in the air, stopped in front of a mountain, looking from top to bottom, and finally landed at the entrance of a hidden and narrow cave. That's where he was born. The omniscient magic continues, and the scene keeps moving forward. Taking Simmel, who was still a boy, Fulian pursued something all the way to the trading city of Barum, with a slightly surprised tone. "Follow the source of the fluctuations and find it, then go round and round and come back here."
"Sure enough, Barum is the key location? Luke has been being watched by a certain entity. I should warn him." [I don’t care about your pursuit, but you are not allowed to tell him. 】 A narrator-like voice delivers judgment. Fulilian was in a daze, "Oh, by the way, I'm here to send this child back to the orphanage." She took Simmel's hand and walked in the direction of the Campbell mansion in her memory. … Luke approached the cave little by little. It was not suitable for human habitation. It had hardly changed after more than two hundred years. The picture moves forward to the climax of the war between the nations. A bloody history unfolds. The war breaks out, countless people lose their lives, and the sound of crying echoes throughout the land. [I am tired of watching the same life, and I can start a new story to pass the time. 】 The monarchs of various countries declared war as if they were possessed by evil spirits, and their desire for war became more and more intense. Although peace had just ushered in, no one was willing to be satisfied. For the sake of power and status, they began to attack other countries, and they would not stop beating them until their heads were bloody. In this bloody storm, a young man who longed to become a magician looked desperate as he looked at his family members lying in a pool of blood. At this moment, his eyes suddenly shined with light, and he saw his future self defeating powerful enemies, conquering goals, and finally bringing peace to the world. "I, I am the Brave of the South?" The young man murmured, his eyes became firm, then he stood up, picked up the sword, and walked away step by step. Moving forward, Luke cremated Terela's body in a sea of flowers, took away some of the ashes, and set up a protective barrier. "I'll come back to see you." He said and left with his suitcase. The field of vision moved and enlarged. A figure whose appearance was unclear and had no sense of existence was watching all this on the top of the mountain not far away. It seemed that some emotional changes had occurred and there were subtle fluctuations. A moment later, Fulian, who had been practicing the magic restraint skills for thousands of years, came after her with a trace of confusion on her face. "Who is it?" The screen moves forward, inside the Demon King's Castle. Luke held the wisteria wood staff against the chest of Mahat in the Golden Land, and the demon-killing magic gathered a dangerous light. "Shut up and activate your magic!" The curiosity of the strongest Qibengxian reached the extreme, and he couldn't help but said, "Tell me, tell me." [If you want to know so much, dig out your heart, and you can get the answer you want to know. ] An unknown voice sounded in his heart. As if bewitched, Mahat's right claw turned into gold, and then pierced through his chest, dug out his heart, and looked at the expression on Luke's face.
"So he would show this expression." He was a little satisfied, but also a little regretful. He obviously wanted to see more, so why did he choose to eat the main meal now? But forget it, it's good this way. Mahat's body turned into pure magic and disappeared on the spot, leaving Luke looking at the next door in despair and anger. The picture moved forward, and Luke, who was activating the future vision, frowned and explored the possibilities of the future. In addition to the obsessed and crazy self, the self who chose to accompany, and the self who believed in himself, he also saw a possibility. if-9304 This possibility of Luke believed in the goddess, interpreted the complete holy book, and finally took off the mirror lotus ring in his hand, destroyed the two statues of Trela and himself, and walked towards a new path and started a new life. Goddess, goddess! The scene moves forward, Luke is sitting on the roof of the old Campbell mansion. He looks at the moon, his vision becomes blurred. Next to him is Amir, who is lying on a small table, gradually losing his breath. "Parting is a compulsory course for elves." Luke gently laid his friend's body flat, combed his hair, straightened his clothes, carried him down from the roof, and then notified his two relatives. In the distance, a figure whose figure could not be seen clearly and had no sense of existence was also watching this scene, and also produced a slight fluctuation, but the elf who was in grief did not notice it. A few days later, Flyllian, who had been chasing all the way, came again, frowning. "Who is it?" The scene moves forward, the first day after Luke and Trela got married. Flyllian, who said that she had left for something temporarily, returned to the mansion. She changed her previous laziness and indifference, with a puzzled face, looking at Luke and asking a question. "Luke, do you know who your biological father is?" Luke shook his head in confusion, "I don't know, Lanis never mentioned it to me." Flillian: "You didn't ask?" Luke: "I thought elves were emotionally indifferent. She probably met a male elf and lived with him for a while, and then gave birth to me after they separated." "Elves are indeed emotionally indifferent and have low desires, but since they can have children, they shouldn't be separated easily." Flillian hesitated for a moment and gave up thinking. The scene moved forward to the wedding day. Treila, wearing a starlight wedding dress, kicked open the door of the dressing room and looked at Luke in a groom's suit. Her face turned red, and then became stern again. "Remake him up, make him darker, and make his facial features tougher!"
After she left, Flillian, who was ready to be a bridesmaid and give the two rings during the ceremony, suddenly moved her eyes and stuffed the ring to Luke. "You guys can exchange rings later. I have something to do and can't go." The vision was extended. The nameless figure looked at the wedding scene indifferently and majestically from a high place. He seemed to be in a trance and unconsciously revealed a trace of undetectable fluctuations. A few seconds later, Fulilian, who used flying magic, rushed to the scene and looked at the pointed ears of the figure with a surprised tone. "Who are you?" The moment she opened her mouth, the figure woke up from a dream and disappeared on the spot like bubbles in the sun. Only Fulilian, whose face gradually became solemn, said, "It is impossible without any magic leaking." "The elves who will appear at Luke's wedding..." The picture moved forward, and Lanis said goodbye to Luke. "The lifespan of elves is almost infinite. You will soon find that this continent is very small. We will meet again one day." Luke behind him hesitated, "Be careful on the road and take care of yourself." He added the name, "Mother." Lianis, who had her back to him, paused. The view turned to the front. The beautiful face of the elf was slightly distorted, but all emotions were perfectly controlled. She raised her hand and waved, and continued to move forward. The scene moved forward, and Luke, who was still a child, lay weakly on the bed, his face was abnormally flushed, his breathing was disordered, and his clothes were wet with sweat. Lanis took back the useless healing magic in her hand, walked out of the door and watched all this expressionlessly, frowning and saying nothing. Amir, who was looking for Luke to play with with a wooden sword, rushed into Luke's room. When he saw that he was so sick, he was scared and cried loudly. "Luke, hold on and don't die! I'll find a monk for you!" He cried and ran straight to his mother's room. After a while, Ms. Royne, who was extremely anxious, hurried to the room with a monk. Under the treatment of the monk, the blush on Luke's face gradually faded. Lanis watched all this quietly, neither stopping nor helping. The scene moved forward, in darkness. Luke, who had not been fed for two consecutive days, was in a trance and dying. He felt that he was about to start over again. Sitting outside, Lanis tossed the fruit in her hand back and forth, and walked into the cave when she felt that the time was almost up. She tried her best to stay alive, and the baby who was in a semi-comatose state made her look a little disappointed and relieved. "It's not dead yet..." She looked at the elf cub with closed eyes, and her tone was a little complicated.
After pulling Luke back from the brink of death, she smiled. "I brought you food, but it seems that the cub can't eat the fruit yet, so I have to do it for you." The screen moves forward for the last time. The elf cub stared blankly at the beautiful woman with pointy ears and short green hair in front of him, then looked down at his chubby little hands and legs with confusion in his eyes. Then, he heard the sighing voice of the person in front of him. "With jet black hair and brown eyes, he doesn't look like an elf at all." The magical light illuminated the cave, and Lenis smiled at him. "But they look quite similar." … The magic of omniscience ceases and the two consciousnesses become one. Luke stopped at the entrance of the cave, his body trembling due to violent emotional fluctuations, and his humanity began to recover little by little. He had known for a long time that there was something wrong with Lenise. One day after the wedding, what Fulilian said had already made him realize that something was wrong. Carefully recalling the clues in daily life can also reveal the problem. The most obvious one is the battle in Demon King's Castle. When Miracle Graosam, one of the Seven Collapse Sages, constructed the dream, everyone was present except Lenis. When he took the initiative to ask, it directly caused the magic to collapse. When the nearly miraculous Qibengxian magic couldn't bear the appearance of a false person in the dream, he knew that there was something wrong with Lenis, but he just kept this question in his heart because of the past relationship. Unexpectedly, everything was a lie from the beginning. If there are levels of betrayal, being betrayed by someone close to you is undoubtedly the highest level. Endless anger surged, and when the emotion brewed to its highest climax, Luke felt as if his consciousness had broken through a layer of shackles and kept rising. It was a completely different feeling from future vision, as if being soaked in a hot spring and returning to the most primitive self. A gray fog and several hazy figures suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. This is probably the power that Shorahat thinks he can fight against the goddess, right? "If it's a golden finger, it's a little too late." Luke took a deep breath, and a rosewood staff appeared in his hand. He calmed down and walked toward the mysterious space. Stepping into the space, two figures appeared next to him. One was muscular and had a strange posture, and the other had yellow hair and looked casual in home clothes. A young man of about fourteen years old looked at the three of them, his eyes shining as if he had seen some rare treasure, and he rushed towards them with his teeth and claws bared. … Luke opened his eyes, feeling the various surging powers, and slowly walked into the cave.
The magic light in my hand illuminates this place, just like before. In the intertwined shadows of light and dark, a figure slowly emerged. "Shurahat really likes to do little tricks, but I don't blame him. After all, he is the holder of omniscient magic. The more he knows, the easier it is for his brain to be damaged." The familiar elf turned around and gave him a bright smile. "Long time no see, Luke." "Like I said, we'll meet again one day."