The black figure stiffened there, loosening the palm around Bernardé's neck, and seemed to be staring at the "mysterious queen" with eyes that did not exist.

A dry, husky voice echoed into the hidden space:

"home……"

The voice was a little hesitant, a little dazed, a little seeking confirmation, as if coming from another world.

The erosion suffered by Bernarde disappeared, and her connection with her seal was instantly restored.

"Pale Death" began to let her die a little bit, which helped her to resist the gradual confusion of thoughts, and kept her basic sobriety and reason.

Just as she opened her mouth to say something, the black figure suddenly extended her palm forward again.

But this time, instead of pinching Bernardé's neck, it pushed it hard.

Accompanying this push is the disintegration of hidden space, a voice with obvious pain, as if resisting something:

"go away!"

As the voice echoed, the black figure disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately after, it emerged on the high platform in the center and sat on the huge iron-black high-back chair.

Its face cracked immediately, as if it had grown two less symmetrical eyes.

However, the "eyes" had no pupils and were bloody.

Immediately after that, a gap cracked under the two "eyes", which was also filled with pure blood red light.

This finally gave the black figure a "mouth".

It faced Bernadette, and there was a resounding sound of apparent pain, as if resisting something:

"leave here!"

After Bernarde was pushed out for more than ten meters, she easily stood on her heels, but did not follow the order of the voice, and left the "Black Emperor" mausoleum. She stood there, looking at the central high platform and the black In the figure, there was sadness that was difficult to hide and did not want to hide.

She could tell that she was sure that the black figure was her father, the man who called himself "Caesar", Russell Gustav.

In the next second, more cracks cracked in the black figures. They went down from their heads, and blood-red flowers bloomed on different parts of the body.

This made Russell feel like there was only a layer of shadows left, enclosing a ball of blood-red things emitting pure sheen.

Klein above the fog, seeing this scene, naturally associated with the red moon in the sky.

At this point, Russell seemed to be in the shadow, trying to cover the round of the red moon, but was torn open one after another, letting more and more moonlight into reality.

When these mouths are connected, the shadow will be completely cracked, and a new round of red moon will be born.

At that time, something terrible will definitely happen.

Just then, Russell's black figure became a lot unreal, and it seemed to become some kind of illusion.

This made him look like he was isolated in another world, with an invisible barrier to reality.

Then Russell struggled to raise his shadowy right arm and squeezed his forehead.

The frequency of blood-red cracks on his body was suddenly reduced to the extreme, but the "eyes" that had existed before began to blink, one after another.

However, this did not have a bad impact on the surroundings. It seemed to be a simple change in order-the trend of "new life" that had always been blood-red cracks was distorted to the original ones that gradually became active.

After finishing this, Russell lifted his head and looked at Bernadette, tens of meters away, and grinned dryly:

"You have really become a big man in the mysterious world. You can come here by yourself.

"Come on, let me see what my little princess looks like now."

Bernadette's eyes suddenly turned red, and she strode forward.

Russell laughed again:

"When I gave you a picture book, compiled textbooks, and invented various mini-games, you were only so big, and now you can come to save your poor old father.

"I remember that when you were a kid, you liked all the clothes I designed for you. Unfortunately, when you grow up, you can no longer wear cake skirts ..."

The emperor fluttered up, as if in the twilight of his life, he always liked to recall the beautiful pictures of the past.

Bernadette walked faster and faster, Klein frowned slightly above the fog.

Suddenly, Russell's head was lowered a bit, and he said very forcefully:

"Stop!"

His voice carried inexplicable pain.

Bernadette froze, slowed quickly, and stopped.

Unspeakable sorrow was gradually revealed in her dark eyes.

Rosel lifted his head again, and coughed softly:

"Do you really want to ask why the tomb of the" Black Emperor "should be engraved with the order and guidance of its own style. In fact, this is not necessary. I just want to let the observer remember my greatness ...

The voice didn't fall. The emperor held the handrail next to him tightly, pressed his voice, and said with great pain:

"No, come closer!

"I'm polluted ..."

The sadness in Bernadette's eyes grew a little thicker.

Her guess was finally confirmed.

At this moment, the bright red cracks on Russell's face appeared chaotic, sometimes "closed" and sometimes "opened", no longer having a unified will.

The Emperor seized the opportunity, straightened his body slightly, looked at Bernarde, and shouted rather hard:

"Seal me!"

The seal ... "Mysterious Queen" Bernardé repeated the word silently, her blue eyes quickly became moist and covered with a faint mist.

Even if she has lived for many, many years, even if she is not the little girl in the original, this moment is still unable to curb the change of inner emotions.

However, she did not inquire about the reason, and did not hesitate, but with a little struggle, she firmly and unwaveringly raised her right hand and pressed it against the pale metal mask.

She has made an exceptionally calm decision in the face of all the major events encountered by "Elemental Dawn" in these years.

On the surface of "Pale Death", the metal softened instantly, reorganized into new faces, and had black eyes.

Within these dark eyes, pale lines accentuated, drawing out a very complex and mysterious three-dimensional symbol, which is like a bird with long feathers or a feathered snake.

This symbol absorbed the surrounding light, quickly got the entity, then broke away from Bernadé's eyes, stretched out the "body", and flew to Russell Gustav on the iron black seat.

Along the way, this strange symbol made the surroundings more and more bleak, and the floor tiles and stone walls weathered and decayed again, just like the **** in charge of death made the final judgment.

The falling gravel and the rising dust followed the materialized symbol, came to Roussell, and then coiled around, wrapping the layer of unreal black figures that seemed to be in another world.

In this process, Russell failed to control himself several times, trying to leave the iron-black seat, but all sat back, without confronting the seal imposed by Bernarde.

As that symbol merged into his figure, he instantly connected with "Pale Death", saw the illusory deities above the countless dead souls of Gao Ling, and saw the swollen body wandering in a dark river like a ghost.

Russell's breath faded away, and the cracked red slits closed one after another.

Waiting in front of this great emperor was a peaceful sleep like night.

That symbol will be fixed in Rosell's figure, and will always exert influence until "Pale Death" no longer responds here.

In the blink of an eye, Russell had a few blood red gaps on his body. After his breath decayed to the extreme, he gradually renewed his life and fiercely opposed the symbol of substance.

Klein above the fog saw this, sighed, and raised his fist against his lower mouth.

The "curtain" draped over him lifted up suddenly, and the whole "source castle" appeared obvious "boiling".

Silently, Russell had just regained his breath and began to fade away.

After fading to a certain degree, it gained a new life again, and then was affected by the "pale death" and continued to fade away.

Kline used the extraordinary characteristics of the "secret waiter" and the power of "source castle" to directly "graft" birth and death together, omitting the intermediate process.

This way, Russell's pollution cannot be restored to the extent that it can break through the pale seal.

Then, Klein stretched out his right hand, mobilizing the power of "Yuanbao", and outlined the mysterious symbol behind the "Fool" high chair in front of him-that is composed of half "eyeless eyes" and half "twisted lines "composition.

This symbol absorbed the breath of "source castle" and quickly became an entity. With the wave of Klein's wrist, he fell into the spot of prayer representing Bernardé, fell on the black figure of Russell, and merged into Out of his body.

——Whenever the “grafting” is about to disappear, the symbols directly related to the “Fool” and “Yuanbao” will attract new strength and complete the grafting again.

In a state of constant lapse and rebirth, Russell's pure shadow-like face had contours of facial features, and then he looked up at the top of the mausoleum, as if looking out at the infinite height.

He then looked away, and looked at Bernadette, his voice grinning abnormally weakly:

"This seal is good, I can sleep quietly ..."

Having said that, he frowned slightly, and asked in a different tone:

"How do you dress like this, who taught you?"

Bernadette listened for a while, and seemed to be back in his youth.

At that time, whenever she was dressed up to go to the dance of other nobles, Russell would ask a series of questions with similar expressions and similar tone.

The mist in her eyes became obvious, and she could no longer control herself, crying lowly and depressively:

"father……"

Russell's face with only the outlines of facial features softened instantly, then stiffened and said sharply:

"leave.

"Never come back!"

Bernadette opened his mouth and wanted to say something. It was dark before him, as if he saw the shadow of order.

The next second, she found herself back on the edge of the pristine island.

Bernadette gazed at the mountain peaks in the middle of the pristine island for a few seconds, slowly turning his body and heading for the sea.

This time, she no longer stubbornly didn't look back, every few steps she would stop and turned to look at it.

Soon, she returned to the Dawn, walked into the captain's room, and opened a room dedicated to collections.

At a glance, Bernarde saw a volume of picture books, stacks of textbooks, clothes, skirts, a chess game with only a few people in the world, and neatly stacked toy blocks.

She leaned back against the wooden door, slowly shrinking, and sat on the floor.

She looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window of the captain's room, pinched her lower lip with her right thumb and forefinger, and whistled a melodious, gentle, and quiet melody.

As the melody echoed, drops after drops of water dropped from Bernardé's face and dropped on the floor.

I don't know how long it took, a voice in the captain's throat sounded like this:

"father……"