The group climbed up the hill, separated the dense clumps of sheep-toothed plants, looked into the valley below, and saw the scene described by Luo Yu.

In the valley, a long team was running under the moon, as if three long dragons were winding. Afangde looked at the costumes of those people and spoke confidently: "It's a sand thief."

"It's not just the sand thieves." But Fang Yu shook his head. He was sure that these people were the backup planners arranged by blind followers. They might be sand thieves, but they must also be believers of Descartes.

He looked up at the direction of the valley entrance, and the imagined defenders there did not appear, as if they were just letting these sand thieves go straight in. A thought flashed through his mind, thinking that this might be the plan of the king of sand Babartan to capture all these Descartesians in one fell swoop. He was very bold, but once he failed, he would have endless troubles.

Both sides were bold gamblers and played chess on this chessboard, but out of their understanding of the dark believers, Fang Yu was not optimistic about the King of Sands.

The sand thieves in the valley moved in one direction, where in the dense rain forest, several white vaults stood above the tree canopy. The box looked at that direction and suddenly spoke, "We can arrive before them."

Fang Yu looked back at him unexpectedly. The middle school boy finally spoke to communicate with others, which was an excellent phenomenon. It seemed that since he came back from the Dawude, the other party had been a little different from before.

He turned around and asked:

"Where is Babaltan, the king of sand?"

"It should be the only building complex in this valley," Alfonde replied.

"Where is the Emerald Star?"

"It should be under the largest building."

Fang Yu nodded and decided:

"Down the mountain, we must arrive before them."

...

The ethereal singing echoed in the hall, making people sleepy—

The ceremony has reached its final stage, and everyone in the hall is watching the crystal mountain emit brighter and brighter green light.

In the green light, they seemed to see the creation of a door invisibly, as if a voice was whispering in the dark, depicting an extremely beautiful picture for them - behind the door was everything they had pursued for their whole life - money, power or beauty -

Varies from person to person.

The king of sand Babaltan stood in front of the Crystal Mountain, and the bright green light made him pale, as if he had suddenly become ten years older.

But only this man named King had two burning flames deep in his pupils. The fire of life burning in his chest became more and more vigorous, and the flame spread to his limbs and bones, as if it was about to burn everything.

What he saw more in that light was another world, not only the fertile land that provided his people's life and habitat, but also a gentle voice calling him - the gentle voice, like a dream, brought him back to his first meeting with the girl seventeen years ago.

It was a bright bonfire, the same bright smile as the bonfire, the light of the star ceremony that night, such a bright moment—

"Babaltan, come to me-"

The King of Sand reached out his hand, as if he wanted to catch something.

But he could only touch the cold crystal, and the feeling he responded to was like holding a warm and soft hand.

"Afifa, are you there?"

"Did you see it? I've realized the notes you left--"

"What you write down in your notes is true."

"But wait a little bit..."

"I have to avenge you."

Among the crowd.

Only Seneman looked at this scene with a gloomy face, as if it was not affected at all. But in his deep eyes, two faintly burning flames seemed to be lit. He looked at the people around him, the swords on his neck, and the King of Sand standing in front of the Crystal Mountain, and a sarcastic smile appeared in his heart:

"Come on, the king of the desert, go and push open that door."

He was fanatically motivated in his heart:

"Go and see that brand new world and welcome your master."

“There is everything you want—”

"Even including, eternity."

But no one could hear the voice of this servant.

The four warlocks were separated by four sides, and they had completely integrated with the ritual and could not detect any changes around them. Only Abenni, who presided over the ritual, noticed a trace of abnormality at this moment - he found that more people connected to the ritual were becoming more. The great warlock vigilantly searched his magic net, and found that everyone in the hall was connected with the ritual.

It’s just that they use magic, while the ministers devoted their souls.

This discovery shocked Ebenni. If the spell continues, a large group of living dead people will be added in the hall. Those who are nearly one-third of the princes and ministers of Istaniya, would it be better to let these people die here? What's more, the King of Sand himself may be in danger.

During the ceremony, there was about one person who was not affected except those who were elected.

He held the staff and looked back in shock and furiously, just in time with Seneman's bright eyes.

"Seneman, what did you do?"

Ebenni said furiously.

"What can I do?" Seneman smiled gloomyly as he looked at the sword that was erected on his neck.

Abenni understood the identity of this person, so he stopped talking nonsense with him. He turned around and said in a deep voice to the King of Sand not far away:

"Your Majesty, the ceremony must be stopped."

Babartan was slightly stunned and turned around.

But even with his back to Crystal Mountain, the green fire in his eyes had not subsided.

The King of Desert seemed a little hesitant for a moment. On the one hand, it was the minister he trusted, and on the other hand, it was the voice calling him - the confusion factor in his mind gradually gaining the upper hand, causing him to take a step back slowly and shake his head gently.

The ceremony cannot be terminated.

That is Afifa's last hope-

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Of course, the ceremony cannot be stopped," Seneman also smiled sinisterly: "Once it is stopped, all previous efforts will be wasted."

"Where are you going to find such a huge emerald star?"

"Shut up, Seneman!" Ebenny said angrily.

The latter smiled without saying anything, and looked at the crystal mountain with awe in his eyes.

This is what is called a kind gift—

The ancestor of the princess took so much effort to preserve it intact and protect this secret for generations. But all this is just for today. This is the great power of the saints of the dark, and it can even hide from the pseudo-god Olin's claim to be omniscient in everything. And this is just the beginning, and the world will surely belong to...

But Ebenni finally reacted at this time.

He realized that the King of Sand had also bewitched by the Crystal Mountain, and the only hope left was the few Saints' Chosen. He immediately shouted to the other party: "Kill Seneman, immediately!"

Ye Hua and his friends had already noticed an abnormality the moment Abenny spoke.

The young man holding the sword hesitated for a moment, but Ye Hua reacted decisively and pulled out the dagger and stabbed Seneman's chest.

The latter screamed, covered his chest and stumbled backwards, spitting out a mouthful of blood. But Seneman fell to the ground, covering his chest with one hand, and laughed bitterly: "Haha, it's too late, everything is too late..."

He looked at everyone with a burning gaze: "Don't think I don't know your plan. The self-righteous fool, the mortals are trying to fight with the holy people. It's just a dream... Haha, cough cough..."

The ministers in the hall were like wooden sculptures, as if they had not seen it at all and had not heard this scene.

Abenni looked at all this with horror.

Seneman was almost dead, but the ceremony did not end as expected.

Where exactly is the problem?

The notes were clearly left by the princess, and no one had seen them except the King of Sand and His Highness the Great Princess. Moreover, even if you have seen them, you have no chance to change the content above--

He thought in his mind, and even a terrible thought that had no roots flashed through him - was the princess also a member of the blind follower?

But it is this moment—

A crisp sound came from outside the hall:

"Father, please stop the ceremony!"

The sound was clearly heard by everyone in the hall who was still awake.

They couldn't help but look in that direction, watching the little princess holding the wood carving in her hand, and the eyes were filled with tears.

She almost cried and begged:

"Father, I'm here. I'm Afifa. Have you forgotten me?"

This sound seemed to hit the heart of Babaltan, the king of sand.

He was stunned in front of the Crystal Mountain, and turned around stiffly. In his pupils covered by green light, the confused light slightly dissipated.

He recognized his daughter, as if he had seen a phantom appear beside his daughter. The girl in the phantom smiled gently at him. The meaning of the smile was the only one in the world who could interpret the meaning of it.

He slowly looked back at the reflection in the crystal, and couldn't tell for a moment that one was his true love. They were all so similar, almost exactly the same, but there was a voice in the dark that told him that once he made the wrong choice, he would be doomed.

He has lost this world once, and he must not lose the second time-

He looked at his daughter and the reflection in the crystal, and for a moment he was both painful and confused.

Afeifa bit his lip and tears kept falling. The man told her that his father would definitely respond to his call, but why did he remain motionless there?

Does he no longer love himself, does he no longer love his sister, has he forgotten his mother? Why did he leave everyone behind and implement that illusory "plan". Is it more important for a mother who has left this world than every relative who still exists in this world?

Even if her mother is still in this world, would she be willing to look at her daughter and lose her father again?
To be continued...