Elven History Song

Everyone returned to the church and sat back at the round table. Ruan Guixian sat at the top, Ling Aohan sat on her left, followed by Ling Aoyan, Xiao Zhaozhen, and Lin Shuangzhi, Sima Yiyan, and Ji Xiangli on the other side.

Ruan Guiqian's current codename is Tianzhiwedge, and the current third team captain Sima Yiyan's codename is Tianzhisuo. Ling Aoyan's codename was Cracked with his own consent, Ling Aohan's codename was Arbitration, Lin Shuangzhi's codename was Demon Envoy, and Ji Xiangli and Xiao Zhaozhen's codenames were the same as later.

Ruan Guixian winked at the priest beside her, who took out a sealed document, opened it and put it on the table.

Ruan Guixian passed this document to Ling Aohan, who read it and passed it to others in order. After everyone read it, they returned the document to Ruan Guiqian.

"Everyone, what are your plans?"

Ruan Guixian looked at everyone. Ling Aohan nodded.

"interesting."

"I have been in seclusion for so long. I don't know how much your strength has grown, but your tone has become much stronger."

"It's best to swallow your words, Wei. You are not worthy of being my opponent now."

Ruan Guixian's body shone with golden light, and countless magical weapons slowly appeared in the countless golden dimensional cracks behind her.

Sima Yiyan's hands shone with golden light, and two golden chains revealed their pointed ends. He stood up slightly and approached Ruan Guiqian. Ling Aoyan transformed into Hercules, with the giant soldier in his hand already lying across his chest.

Five magic formations of different colors appeared behind Lin Shuangzhi, with Ji Xiangli's scimitar in hand and Xiao Zhaozhen's ten-fist sword lying between the two sides. The scene has turned into the Ling brothers vs. Sima Yiyan and Ruan Guiqian. The three captains know that once the two sides fight, it may not be easy to stop them, and they may even get injured.

"All right."

The priest on the side stopped the two parties. Both parties knew that the priest was now the leader of the Purge Church. Even though Ruan Guixian was now in power, she was not the legitimate leader of the Purge Church, so she still had to listen to the priest's orders during the meeting. The roundtable meeting is the best proof.

The priest is looking for the next suitable person to purge the church leader. Because Ruan Guixian inherited a very resourceful and leadership king, the priest will let Ruan Guixian temporarily take power to test her ability.

The priest gradually discovered that Ruan Guixian was not suitable to be the person in power. Although it is not obvious yet, the priest knows that he will soon be able to see who is the suitable candidate. The upcoming incident will not only reveal everyone's problems, but also help him decide who is the real suitable person.

The seven captains all put away their posture of preparing to attack and sat at the round table again. The priest looked at Ruan Guiqian

"Don't take your power too seriously. You are weaker than Arbitration now."

The priest's words were a big blow to Ruan Guiqian, but what he said was true. Under the current circumstances, Ruan Guiqian's strength is indeed not as good as Ling Aohan.

Ruan Guiqian suppressed the anger in her heart and pushed the document in front of Ling Aohan

"Since you are so optimistic about your strength, then this task will be left to you. Do you have any objections?"

Ling Aohan finished the file, and the fire of his soul ignited from his palm, turning the entire file into nothing.

"nature."

The priest stretched out his hand to stop Ling Aohan who was about to leave.

"You can't go alone with your team. There are too many variables in this mission."

Ling Aohan gently pushed the priest's hand back

"no need to worry."

After speaking, Ling Aohan disappeared from everyone's sight.

At night, clear the forest outside the church. Ling Aohan stood under a tree with a cross sign carved on it.

"Come out."

As soon as Ling Aohan finished speaking, fifty figures appeared in front of Ling Aohan like ghosts, and they all knelt down on one knee.

"Captain, what are your orders?"

The person who opened the mouth was a woman, with a full and thick ponytail that did not reach the nape of her neck, and long strands of hair hanging down on the left and right sides of the bangs on her forehead. She looks to be similar in age to Ling Aohan, only about fifteen years old, but she is a pretty girl.

"Seravia, and everyone, thank you for your hard work. There is a very difficult task for us to complete here."

Seravia is an orphan, and she doesn't know how old she is, but she knows that she and Ling Aohan are similar in age. She serves as the captain of the seventh team. Although she is also a child, her strength is already much stronger than that of an adult hunter.

Ling Aohan explained the specific tasks and laid out tactics. Everyone followed Ling Aohan's instructions and headed to an abandoned factory in the suburbs.

The old factory building is exactly as its name suggests. It is very dilapidated and looks crumbling. Rust and all kinds of weeds are everywhere, and moss has re-dyed the peeling walls with new colors. But from the appearance, we can infer that the goods originally stored here were very large. The factory building has two floors, but it is much taller than an ordinary factory building.

Ling Aohan could feel that there were people inside, but for some reason he couldn't sense the specific number. He didn't take it seriously. According to the original plan, he sent two of his best detectives to sneak in.

The two men were very skilled. They climbed up the wall twice and grabbed the glassless window on the first floor of the factory without making any sound.

The two quietly took out a black device that was as thick as a little finger and as long as a middle finger, similar to a periscope on a submarine, and slowly stretched it out to observe the situation in the factory. There are scattered old wooden boxes as tall as a person on the first floor of the factory building. In addition, dust and cobwebs can be seen everywhere.

After confirming that there was no one on the first floor of the factory, the two men gestured to Ling Aohan. Ling Aohan jumped up and jumped directly into the center of the first floor of the factory. When he landed, he didn't pick up a trace of dust or make a sound.

Seravia led the remaining people and jumped into the factory together. Everyone stood behind Ling Aohan, waiting for the next order to arrive.

Not long after, Ling Aohan raised his right hand slightly, and everyone immediately dispersed and walked slowly towards the inside of the factory.

Ling Aohan looked around with his eyes. He felt something was wrong. It was so quiet here that even his ears did not hear the enemy's movement.

The sound of bullets being loaded could be heard everywhere, it was his men. But Ling Aohan never issued such an order.

Footsteps came from the stairs, soft but very fast. Before Ling Aohan could give the order, gunfire rang out from behind him.

"what!"

The bullet passed through the chest of Ling Aohan's subordinate. The subordinate tried his best to suppress his scream and fell to the ground.

Gunfire rang out on the stairs at this moment, and Ling Aohan immediately ordered to hide. At this time, he realized one thing, but it was already too late.

The sound of bullets rang out one after another behind him, and several more team members fell. But the bullet did not come from the enemy, but from Ling Aohan's other subordinates.

Ling Aohan didn't pay attention to the initial gunshot at first, thinking it was someone who missed the shot. But at this moment, he fully realized that the shot did not miss the shot, but hit another one of his subordinates.

There is a traitor among his subordinates, or a spy from the opposite side. But at this moment, he had no way out.

The fire of the soul was ignited, and Ling Aohan transformed into Gabriel and flashed next to a traitor. The sword blade slashed down, causing a wave of blood.

Ling Aohan's current position is at the end, and he can clearly see who the traitor is. Apart from the ten people who died, five people including Ling Aohan still did not rebel. A bullet flew directly behind Seravia, and at this moment, no one except Ling Aohan knew that there was a traitor in his team.

The soul fire ignited, Ling Aohan appeared behind Seravia and blocked the bullet. Seravia was a little surprised by Ling Aohan's arrival. Ling Aohan took her clothes and flashed to a blind spot before she could speak.

"Listen, there is a traitor in our team. Except for you and me, there are still three people who have not rebelled. I will deal with everyone in the front, and the traitors behind me will be left to you."

"Yes, Captain."

Seravia's movements were also extremely fast. In an instant, she reached one of them and told him the truth. Then, he told the remaining two people the same news. The five of them turned around to deal with their former teammates together, and Ling Aohan had already flashed to the second floor and beheaded several of them.

Cold light flashed one after another, and the enemies gathered in front of the stairs were instantly killed by Ling Aohan. But as soon as he turned around, his dynamic vision allowed him to see the scene clearly at that moment. A huge explosion came from the second floor, and a black shadow flashed past everyone's eyes and hit the ground hard, bringing up layers of dust and a huge sound that caused everyone in the battlefield on the first floor to pause the fighting.

The dust dispersed, and in the deep pit left by the huge impact on the ground, Ling Aohan trembled and tried to get up, but his body was almost embedded in the ground. He tried to move his body, and all the bones in his body felt like they were broken. He was in agony.

The remaining four subordinates immediately protected Ling Aohan and shot at the traitors to push them back. The fire of life slowly ignited as Ling Aohan tried to heal his injuries.

A figure appeared on the broken staircase connecting the second floor to the first floor. Silver light flashed and he fell steadily to the ground on the first floor.

It was a man with brown-red curly hair like a lion, and noble armor made of silver metal. Compared with these, what is more dazzling is his silver right arm. Just by looking at his sterling silver right arm, his identity is already obvious. Coupled with the sword of victory, Klausolas, that he held in his hand, his true name was ready to be revealed, Nuada, the god-king of the Dannu clan.

His blue eyes looked at Ling Aohan like he was looking at a stone on the roadside.

"I don't know what the priest who purged the church thought, but he chose a group of children to be captains. I don't like to instigate rebellion, but that guy is very good at it, and he is very successful."

The traitors also walked out from behind the bunker. Seeing the former captain in such a mess, there was only a look of gloating in their eyes.

Ling Aohan's injuries had been largely healed. He slowly sat up from the ground, already knowing that he was surrounded by enemies.

He tightened his grip on the sword. He has not fully mastered Gabriel's power, and is not on the same level of strength as those who have fully inherited it, even if the heroic spirit he inherited is extremely powerful.

"Even the sword in your hand can't save you. There is an essential gap between you and me."

The sword of victory is waved, bringing out the most destructive will. Ling Aohan raised the sword in his hand to resist.

There was a huge breaking sound, not just of stones and cement, but also of bones. Ling Aohan reluctantly knelt down on one knee to support his body, blood sliding down the corner of his mouth.

The bones in both of his legs were completely broken and he couldn't even take a step. The sword blade symbolizing glory in his hand lowered slowly, and he knew very well that he was going to die here.

With the sound of a series of gun sweeps, Seravia quietly loaded the gun in his hand and looked for the right moment to shoot at the traitors. Those people had no time to react, every shot hit perfectly, and no one survived.

Nuada was indifferent to Seravia's actions. He seemed not to care about those people at all, just like he did to Ling Aohan, because their life and death were already in his hands.

Seravia's eyes were full of anger. She had no idea that these people would betray them at such a critical moment, nor did she expect that Ling Aohan would be defeated.

"You've already cleared out all the extra people on my side, so it's time to take my place."

The Silver Arm was raised, bringing strong winds to roar past, and blood sprayed everywhere. Except for Seravia and Ling Aohan, the other three subordinates who did not betray Ling Aohan were pierced through the heart by Nuada with his silver arm, and their heads were also shot away.

"Next, arbitration, what are you going to do?"

Nuada looked at Ling Aohan, who slowly stood up and clenched the sword in his hand again. Before, Ling Aohan had used the fire of life to heal his legs and other injured places. It was only just now that most of his injuries were healed.

Seravia looked at Ling Aohan with some worry. Ling Aohan almost fell when he stood up. Seravia wanted to go up and help him, but she raised her hand slightly and put it back down. She couldn't do that. If she did, Ling Aohan's dignity would be lost.

Nuada smiled. He looked at the unyielding young man in front of him and smiled.

"Why are you so persistent? Is it for the girl behind you?"

"Do not."

Ling Aohan looked directly at Nuada with a blazing fire in his eyes.

"For my dignity."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Aohan disappeared. Nuada turned slightly sideways, and Ling Aohan's sword blade fell off his armor without hurting him at all.

The Sword of Victory stabbed behind him with his backhand. Ling Aohan pulled away to dodge. The blades made slight contact and the trajectory of the General's God Sword deviated.

The soul fire ignited on the sword, and three sword lights struck Nuada's neck, chest and lower abdomen almost simultaneously. The sound of metal colliding was clear and distant, bringing out huge airflow and causing dust to rise all around like fog.

Nuada held the sword blade upright in front of him and easily blocked Ling Aohan's fatal slash by swinging it left and right.

A very powerful kick hit Ling Aohan's lower abdomen. The huge impact and the overwhelming feeling made Ling Aohan temporarily lose his ability to judge. He only felt the continuous collision and friction from all parts of his body. came, his eyes gradually blurred, and the last thing he saw was the silver combat boots slowly walking towards him.

"You are not allowed to take another step forward!"

The roar woke Ling Aohan from the edge of coma. He saw Seravia standing in front of him, the gun in his hand trembling slightly.

She was afraid that the person in front of her was unbeatable. Even her captain had fallen, so what could she do. But she refused to give up, and still raised her gun to point at the slowly approaching God King. She wanted to protect Ling Aohan's last dignity.

The fire of life pulsed slowly, and Ling Aohan healed his injuries again. Nuada looked at Seravia who was trembling all over, but actually stopped.

"You are respectable, so I didn't kill you just now. You have earned your captain the dignity he deserves. Come here, your subordinates should not continue to stand on our battlefield."

Ling Aohan stood up slowly and gently patted Seravia's shoulder to signal her to step back. Seravia looked at him helplessly, but Ling Aohan smiled at her. She knew what that smile meant, their mission was over, it was over.

Seravia turned around and stood aside, quietly watching his captain go to death.

Black mist rose from the three pairs of wings behind Ling Aohan, which was all his will to die. He showed all his strength without reservation, but he was still far from Nuada.

"I owe you the highest respect."

The silver arm shines, and the sword of victory shines with colorful light. This was the last collision between the two, and everyone present knew the result.

The will of death and the light of victory tear, collide, and devour each other. The will of death gradually wears away, but it is still struggling stubbornly.

The soft chanting was caught by Ling Aohan's ears. Nuada seemed to see something and looked behind Ling Aohan with angry eyes.

The will to die suddenly completely dissipated, and at the last moment, Nuada forcibly deviated from the path of the slashing attack. All objects on one side were destroyed by the Sword of Victory, and even the debris was wiped out. There was still a clearly visible rift abyss on the ground.

Ling Aohan knelt down on one knee holding the sword in his right hand. He didn't know when a penetrating burn as thick as a finger was left on the back of his heart. The surrounding skin was completely scorched, and even the blood vessels in the heart were intertwined but did not interfere with each other. Burnt and stuck together. The blood was thick and black, slowly sliding from the wound.

"what are you doing!?"

Nuada pointed angrily behind Ling Aohan with the sword in his hand. A man slowly walked out of the darkness, with a disgusting smile on his defeated face.

"Don't be like this, I'm doing it for your own good."

He was wearing a purple-black magician's robe, and his voice was strange and unpleasant, with the pitch rising and falling.

"Nonsense! Get out of here now!"

"Okay, don't be so cruel. But there is an order from above to assemble you, so I came to intervene. I am not as noble as you. It is the nature of us magicians to be despicable."

His eyes looked at Seravia.

"This little girl is pretty good. If you don't want her, I'll take her away."

Seravia's gun was pointed at him instantly, and his finger on the trigger was already depressed. The bullet came out of the gun and shot straight at this despicable scumbag.

A light blue magic circle was instantly generated in the trajectory of the bullet, easily blocking it. He still has that disgusting smile on his face

"Don't be so nervous. If you don't want to, then I'll leave."

A light blue teleportation circle appeared at his feet, and he disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Nuada didn't know what kind of expressions were intertwined on his face. He just looked at Ling Aohan and raised the sword in his hand.

The sound of the sword piercing the body was heard, and Seravia looked ahead in shock, as if she didn't believe that this scene really existed.

Nuada stabbed herself through the heart with her own sword. Ling Aohan raised his head and saw this scene, with a smile on his face.

"Stupid, you could have easily taken my life."

"If we take your life so easily, it will damage the supreme glory of both of us. Can we continue, the king of nowhere?"

"It is a great honor. Here, I would like to state my name. I am Gabriel, the angel who announces death, the chief of all angels."

"I am Nuada, the king of the Dannu clan."

The silver arm shined again, and the soul fire also ignited on Ling Aohan's sword blade. The two of them dragged their seriously injured bodies but still rushed towards each other without hesitation or showing any signs of weakness, just to protect their dignity and glory.

The sword blades collided with each other. At that moment, the fire of the soul and the light of victory burst out and expanded wantonly. The two forces that went straight to the sky tore and confronted each other without showing any weakness.

In the shadow behind the light of victory, Seravia forced his way into the battlefield between the two men with a submachine gun. Four ice picks as thick as arms pierced her body, so the duel between the two ended instantly.

The ice cone turned into subtle magic power and returned to nature again. Seravia fell down between Nuada and Ling Aohan like an out-of-line puppet.

Four overlapping magic circles of different colors slowly rose up from under Ling Aohan. Countless ring-shaped mantra belts trapped Ling Aohan in them. Ling Aohan did not dare to act rashly before he understood the functions of these mantra belts and the magic circle. .

The blue magic charge rises and expands from inside the magic circle, and is bounced back again when it touches the spell belt, several times in a row.

Ling Aohan still stood there, his clothes were in tatters, and all the skin on his body had split open, exposing the muscles and bones inside his body. Half of his face had no skin, and the expression on his face was ferocious but pathetic. Only bones were left in his hand, but he still held the sword tightly, which was his last glory.

Ling Aohan could no longer hear what Nuada said, and Ling Aohan couldn't see his movements clearly. He couldn't feel the existence of any part of his body. He was now like a soul, lingering in his scrapped wreckage and refusing to leave.

"You bastard!"

Nuada swung the sword of victory and slashed angrily at the shadow on one side. There was a shattering sound, and the disgusting guy slowly appeared again.

"Don't be so cruel. I'm doing it for your own good. You should know the consequences of wasting time."

A small sound came, followed by the sound of cloth rubbing against gravel. Seravia dragged his impaled body to pick up the gun on the ground, struggled to pull the bolt and pointed it at the two men.

"You... are not worthy... to be king..."

Nuada looked away, speechless. The magician took this opportunity to raise his hand, and four more ice picks penetrated Seravia's body again.

When Nuada heard the sound, it was already too late. The ice pick had already penetrated Seravia's body and there was no time to stop it.

"It's not...over yet..."

Seravia got up again, holding the gun in his hand and slowly walked towards the two of them. Her eyes were already blurry, and she no longer had the strength to pull the trigger.

"Hehehe, the little girl is so strong. It's a pity that I can't take you back, otherwise I will enjoy it for a long time."

With two more ice picks, Seravia was forcefully knocked back to Ling Aohan. She could no longer hold the gun or stand up. Her consciousness has long been blurred, and her willpower can no longer drive this body that should have stopped long ago.

"I'm sorry...Captain..."

"It's ok."

"I... also want a family... but... I am an... orphan..."

"Me too, but now I have a younger brother."

"I really...envy you...I still remember...that day...when you...brought me back...you...told me...that if I...had no family...then...treat you...as my family...I...want to do it for you too... ...I've sorted out my clothes...I also want to make breakfast for you...I also want to call you...when..."

Two ice picks rose from under Seravia, bringing up the gushing blood and slowly sliding back to Seravia's body along the lines. Her mouth shape finally stopped at the word "home". Until the end, she could not express her wish and wanted to call Ling Aohan the master.

Ling Aohan still remembers the day he brought Seravia back to the church. In the rain, Seravia looked at Ling Aohan while crying, and kept telling her not to leave her. Knowing how helpless and lonely he was, he walked up to her and asked her if she could bear to never see the light of day again if she was given a home. Seravia nodded desperately, saying she just wanted a family.

The evening bell rang, chaotically, like a naughty child ringing randomly. The will of death that expanded to the limitless area made everyone shudder, and the last thing engraved on everyone's retinas was a scene that made them despair.

The black shadow flashed past, Ling Aohan and Seravia disappeared, and the two people whose souls were taken away fell to the ground, like burnt trees slowly peeling off when exposed to the wind, turning into ashes on the ground. White residue.

The ruins were also Ling Aohan's former hometown. He held Seravia's gradually cold body and looked for his former home.

He buried Seravia in the ruins of her home and decorated the area around her grave. He took out the old, lifeless red ball from his pocket, buried it beside her, and turned away without any nostalgia. Now he has buried all his past, along with his heart, completely buried.