The beam of light that shines condenses but does not disperse, reaching the sky. Shura's understanding of swordsmanship can be said to have reached another bottleneck level, one level closer to the seventh sense of the heavenly way.

The sword light that cut through the sky rushed out of the sky and completely got rid of the restriction of the gods from the earth. Its light became more dazzling and hot, and its sword energy became sharper and colder. Its long tail was drawn and it narrowly passed through the nine planets in the solar system and glided outside the Milky Way... It is said that there is a planet in the galaxy over there called Krypton...

Above the clouds in Greece, Shura stood in the sea of ​​clouds as sharp as a god. Under the light of his "holy sword", two giant golds in the holy realm fell to the ground like meteors...

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In the Himalayas, a helicopter of the same white body roars and hovers in the sky.

"Master, the spy satellite detected a meteor falling in this area." A young man said with a map and pointed to the continuous mountains above.

"Take the plane over, we have to hurry before the government forces come and see what we encountered!" a middle-aged man in the plane said in a deep voice.

After the driver heard this, the helicopter slowly tilted, and the huge propeller made a "buzzing" sound, hovering towards the continuous snow peaks.

Snow gradually drifted in the sky, and the helicopter gradually shaking slightly.

"Master, we need to stop. The bad weather will obliterate us!" The young man holding the map in the cabin said anxiously.

The middle-aged man changed into a mountaineering outfit and shook his head and said, "We have arrived, why should we retreat? There seems to be a cave there, go up!"

The plane was facing the snowflakes in the sky and stayed hard at the designated location of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man tightened the parachute, stabilized his body, and walked to the hatch door step by step.

"Master, this is very dangerous, let me go!" the young man said suddenly.

"Adventure is a part of my life. It has been integrated into my blood. You are waiting for me here!" The middle-aged man's voice was deep and majestic, especially with the two wrinkles on his face and the corners of his mouth, which made him look even more vicissitudes and powerful.

A pink cherry blossom fell from the snowflakes, heading towards a cave on the snowy mountain in the breeze.

After the middle-aged man landed, he threw down his umbrella bag and the wind blew under his feet, like a flying fox in the snowy mountain, and quickly disappeared into the cave entrance.

As the torch light continued, the middle-aged man used the light to look at the strange cave and became more and more surprised as he looked at the rhythm of the mountain. Looking at the cave, the cave seemed to have been chiseled out by someone.

The middle-aged man moved forward carefully until he saw the golden color ahead in the fire, which aroused his innocent smile.

"Hey! Hey! Young man, what's wrong with you?" The middle-aged man came to the figure, inserted the torch aside, observed it carefully for a while, and then shouted hurriedly.

A clearly visible bloodstain cut straight from the young man's forehead, and the sword shattered his helmet. If it weren't for the helmet's block, he might have died long ago.

Aiolos seemed to wake up from a thousand-year-old sleep. In the haze, he saw a blurry face shaking gently in front of his eyes.

He wanted to lightly burn the remaining small universe with his teeth, and to arouse the last function of this body, his brain gradually became clear.

"Who are you?" asked Aiolos.

The middle-aged man said, "My name is Tokito Mitsumasa, I am from Japan, young people, you need treatment, please cheer up!"

Aiolos shook his head. He knew that inside the body, the corpse-accumulated qi of Dismusk's body was inside, and outside the sword energy of Shura's yang and strong "Holy Sword" rushed straight into his brain. The vitality had long been corroded and shattered in the corpse-accumulated qi and sword energy. Now he is still alive, and is supported by a kind of belief energy, and that belief is in his arms.

The golden iron-like wings gradually spread out, and there was a sleeping baby inside, sleeping peacefully and calmly, as if all the dangers around her had nothing to do with her. She was the light shining in all the darkness.

Koto Mitsumasa's cheeks trembled. He might want to laugh, but he hid it well. He knew that the young man was observing him, so he hurriedly said, "This, what's going on? Young man, the baby must get out of the snow mountain. It's too cold here."

Koto Mitsumasa's anxious look covered the beating of his mouth. Aiolos, who was in a bad mood, didn't notice anything. He just stretched out his hands carefully, carried the baby over, and said solemnly, "You are a kind person, this is the goddess Athena, and I will leave it to you in the future."

Takato Mitsumasa's body shook. He looked at Aiolos with a puzzled look, then reached out to carry the baby into his arms. He hesitated, "You, are you really not leaving here?"

Aiolos shook his head, he stared at the middle-aged man in a daze, then closed his eyes gently, and a golden light flashed around him, illuminating the entire cave. The next moment, a half-person-high golden box appeared in front of the two of them.

"Take it away!" Under the golden light, Aiolos's voice became much weaker. It seemed that the energy transmitted in the holy garment room might still maintain his life.

Koto Mitsumasa glanced at the weak young man, suddenly his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "Young man, you have to hold on, I'll call someone to help you right away!"

After saying that, Mitsumasa Toro hurried away with a baby girl in his arms, and then disappeared after a few ups and downs. His agile figure seemed to be chasing him behind him.

As the torch burned out, darkness returned to the cave. But the next moment, a violent vibration suddenly came from the snow-covered surface.

Then with a "hula", a golden light shot straight down, and a beam of sunlight shone directly down the hole, illuminating Aiorus' pale face.

"It seems that what you are asking is not human, Aiolos..." The golden holy garment and a tall figure were the Cancer golden holy garment. He was wearing his own holy garment at this time. In fact, the main reason was that Saga's holy garment was cut by the sword light...

"Ha... look! The leaves are falling..." Aiolos smiled softly, his eyes were filled with peace, and he looked into the distance obsessedly, muttering to himself.

"Fallen Leaves?" Dismusk's eyes hopped. He relaxed his vision gently and saw an olive tree appearing on the snowy mountains from behind Aiolos in surprise. It was a symbol of the goddess Athena. The wide leaves on the tree withered and fell in the windless wind...

"The departure of leaves is not the pursuit of the wind or the retention of the trees. This is the arrangement of destiny and the choice of nature. What should come will always come, and what should go will always go. Sometimes leaving does not mean the end, but the beginning of another kind..." Half-closed eyes stared at Dismusk in a daze, and Eoros seemed to be proclaiming a certain oath.

Dismusk stood there silently, and he was shocked by the olive tree. The olive tree, the symbol of the goddess, seems that Athena will eventually know the cause and effect of the story. He is now struggling to pursue the Japanese man Takato Mitsumasa.

In the silent cave, a rustling sound of snow suddenly came, and the slender figure blocked the sunshine at the entrance of the cave.

"I knew you were back because this is the closest place to you." Half-closed eyes seemed to have gained a new spring. At that moment, Aiorus's eyes, like dead fish, became dazzling.

Dismusk knew that it was Aiolos's return. He turned around and looked at Yuri, the senior sister bathed in the sun. She had lost weight a lot, her chin had pointed, and only had a pair of crystal-like eyes.

Dismusk opened his mouth, and finally only sighed, turned around and left, leaving the place to the person who was destined to be. Whose figure was lonely at the intersection of wind and snow?

"Yuri, Yuri, you finally... finally... come to see me." Aiolos's voice choked a little. He calmed down his emotions and said again, "I have always wanted to be your guardian knight, but your heart has no place for me..."

Aiolos was clearly laughing at himself, but Yuri, who walked over, saw the once strong and majestic man crying.

The woman's little hand gently held the man's big hand, and the cold sound was like a snow lotus blooming on the snow mountain, with a hint of trembling. "I know that you are as dedicated as the moon, but I have someone in my heart. I will cry with my pearls, and I wish I was not married at the right time."

Aiolos knew that this was a song about "Song of a Lady" in China, and Yuri was using poems to show his aspirations.

"I hate, I hate it so much. Why, I am as good as him, but I cannot get the mercy of God. Even if you lie to me kindly, Yuri, will you not be willing to fulfill me? But I love you. When I die, please bring my ashes with you. When you meet an enemy, please sprinkle it away and let me protect it again... once... one..." Aiorus looked at Yuri's thin cheeks obsessedly, lying in his lover's arms. He suddenly felt so happy, because he saw a drop of tears, a drop of tears for himself.

The lonely sun is chaotic, whose hair is at the golden palace feast, whose nostalgia is obsessed with, who drinks that glass of wine at the celebration banquet, carves a long-lasting thought, forgetting, sadness, the red line of the wrong helper in the hands of the Moon, has been vicissitudes for thousands of years, like the passing years, and who has allowed the infinite lovesickness, the olive leaves fall, promise you a lifetime of tenderness, and finally the thoughts are incomplete, the sad oath is finally the fallen flowers of that life, and the flowing water of this life is ruthless.

The "rumbling" thunder came from the sky above the holy realm, and a meteor faced the morning sun and slid down from the sky of the holy realm.

The pope was satisfied, and he finally took off the word "Agent" on his head, but he once again stood at the peak, on the star hill in the holy realm, looking down at the world's all living beings, he suddenly found that his heart was bitter and sad...

"Kigas, do you know why, can I be in this position?" the pope asked suddenly.

The guard behind him, no, should be called the chief of staff of the Holy Land, Gigas, a short, fat, bearded man. He tactfully closed his words. He knew that the Pope did not need his answer.

"Because, one night, I burned all my memories, and from then on my heart became transparent. One morning, I threw away all my yesterdays, and I found that my steps forward were lighter..." The Pope answered his question in a deep voice.

"But why? He died, I destroyed me who went back, why can't I sleep..." The pope suddenly looked up and asked. He was not asking about humans, but God.

But the sky did not answer him, and what he answered was the sound of the mountain wind above the peak.
Chapter completed!