A strange world

Chapter 669 Chapter 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 other ways! Think of the Siren!"

"We are different...Only I can solve all this..."

The princess's figure and voice gradually faded away. She lowered her eyes and looked 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.

call--

The blazing light burst out suddenly, turning into a dazzling beam of light that emerged from the circular square and penetrated deep into the sky.

The fierce wind blew Annan's black hair and robes, and 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 it 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 beam of light transformed by the princess was infected by the darkness that seemed to be substantial, and gradually dimmed.

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 now?

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.

Muffled screams came from countless towers, silence returned, and the filth flowing out gathered into a black river...

In the royal city, the inner city, and the outer city, wherever the blazing rays of light passed through, countless weird things emitted short screams and disappeared.

The Swan Lake seemed to be boiling, with terrifying huge waves rising up, but after a brief moment, everything calmed down.

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, so what else do you have to worry about..." Rosella was speaking

He raised his head, looked at the sky and exclaimed: "What is that!?"

Colette didn't pay attention at first, thinking it was just a trick to get her attention, but the moment she saw the light beam, she froze.

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 and so powerful, 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."

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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 that's not why Klein is here, at least not entirely...

Annan's portal anchor 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.

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City Lord's Mansion.

The real fake princess, her gray hair looks sickly brown in the sun...

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?

Click——

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. The alert fake princess suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a finely trimmed goatee and a black cloak floating in front of her like a humanoid bat.

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 brilliant light erupting from the Lost City illuminated every inch of land for hundreds of miles around. Everyone raised their heads and could clearly see the beam of light that penetrated deep 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 onto the streets, their faces filled with joy.

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.

The ashes fell 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:

A girl with gray hair and bare feet carries the weight of Lost City on her back.

Tangled with thorns, the pain penetrates to the bone marrow,

In a grotesque palace that hides secrets, she confronts the beast.

Covered in wounds and suffering,

Her eyes still shone with determination, vowing to drive the beast away.

The will is the soul, the soul is the salary,

Giving a ring to the person she trusts most, the gray-haired and barefooted girl sacrifices herself.

Her figure gradually dissipates like the morning mist, and her singing fades away like the evening wind.

Her soul will be immortal together with 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 sat on the steps, without any reaction to the outside world...only a shell remained.

Annan gently put the flower pot aside. He walked up to the princess, knelt in front of the steps, carefully held up her weak palm, and put the ring that symbolized the owner of Lost City on her ring finger. .

"You will always be the king of Lost City."