Sicilian world.

"The roots of the devil tree have spread to our feet, and we have no hope."

Moyashan Monastery, a tall and serious man, holding a wide-handled sword, some bronze rust on the edge, exudes a green glory, the halo hangs over the man, the sadness that can't be said in the words.

At the foot of the man, it is the floor of the most sturdy rock of Moya Mountain. The cold wind of the mountain top mixed with ice **** blows, and the man’s helpless and desperate eyes are frozen and frozen, and the sound of “咚” suddenly collapses. On the ground.

In front is a majestic female statue sitting on a tall stone bench with a jewel in the left hand, symbolizing the guiding light, and the right hand with a supreme king sword, symbolizing the supreme kingship of the Sicilian ancient dynasty!

咚, 咚, 咚, 咚...

An old man with a wooden stick walked in, rubbing his back, and the two turbid eyes were white, and the skin on the half of his face was burned, revealing the muscle fiber tissue inside.

"The Sicilian Emperor is the strongest recorded in the history of the world from ancient times to the present. A thousand years ago, the Sicilian Emperor led the world's most elite army to form an alliance with the Wizarding World. After fighting a powerful evil invasion of the enemy, it never returned. Now Even my life is coming to an end."

Every time the old man walks, there is a layer of pale yellow halo under his feet. The earth's aura is evaporated and the body is absorbed by the dead body, making up for the skin that is full of folds.

The old man walked over to the tall, thin man, sighing at the statue, sighing and sighing.

"It's roots tearing the aura that converges here, even if it's in the spirit, I can't leave this last breath."

The old man seems to explain to the man why he came out.

Surprisingly disappeared in the eyes of the towering sag, the man said in a low voice: "If it wasn't for the Sicilian Emperor to take away all the elites of the world, there was no news, and the lords and aristocrats continued their power wars. The continent was chaotic, let the devil The tree has survived the most fragile childhood, how can this world fall into the passive today!"

"You still blame the Emperor for not taking you away?"

The old man heard the sadness in this man's mouth. The white turbid eyes look at this man, strange and mysterious.

The man did not speak. Just standing quietly, looking at the majestic statue, recalling the perfect woman who had never been more acquainted with wisdom, majesty, beauty, and morality in her eyes. At the beginning, she was just a vigorous and heroic boy. One of the top players in the mainland, but still can not forget the beauty of the emperor.

In this world, no one can reach the level of the supreme power of the Great Emperor and the sword running through the mountains.

"You blame her, she is my most satisfied disciple. The mind is delicate, the wisdom is outstanding, leaving you who have achieved something at the time, because she wants to leave some hope for the world, the Sicilian dynasty and the distant and powerful wizard The world has signed a fate contract and cannot betray it. The Sicilian emperor also wants to leave hope for the future of this world."

The rough hand holding the hilt was tight, and the man looked at the old man incredulously.

"hope that I……"

What I was trying to say, the two of them changed at the same time, and they felt the vibration of the whole world.

From the ocean canyon to the magnificent sea. From the core lava to the peak of the mountain, from the end to the world, it is like a huge object in the world. The violent vibrations made everything in the world feel uneasy, as if the end is coming.

"It won't be..."

Old Europe and the man flew to the sky together, looking at the high cliffs of the Moya Mountain, the end of the sky, the wind and the clouds, the lightning and thunder, faintly able to see a looming outline of a behemoth.

"Sicily the Great!?"

The two thought of the name at the same time. According to historical records, the power of the Sicilian Emperor has surpassed the limits of the individual. To achieve the level of change in the world of shooting, one stroke and one style. With the power of the world, the fine moves are in front of her. It can't be beaten by the power of a sword, and the speed is not as fast as she is close to the ground.

That is the level of the realm that has completely surpassed the Juggernaut. In that extraordinary field, the top sword saint is regarded as the realm of legend, and people named it the sword god!

At the end of the horizon, the wind and the violent power of the Emperor, there is a tall tree that does not know a few kilometers, stretching its flourishing posture, the branches and leaves are green, and countless new life is taking this giant tree For the center, the life is multiplied, and the evolutionary rule process is completely different from the Sicilian world.

The swordsman and the old man were surprised and quickly flew over there. Is it really the Sicilian emperor! ?

............

Open the body of the kilometer, Green opened the world's clothing loopholes, overlooking the world tree in the world.

"Oh... it has grown to such a degree!?"

Originally listening to the world tree, this seed in the Sicilian world has grown to three levels in a hundred years. Green has not been on the mind, thinking that it is an easy task like an active world. It only needs to open the world after the loophole. smoothly.

However, when the world tree splits across the void to the green of the Sicilian world, confidently opening the world's clothing, the face of truth is shocked!

This is a three-level world tree torso, and it already has the general size of the seven-ring Santa Tree, which is in the sky and grows all the time.

Through the face of truth ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ powerful perception through the surface of the earth, the roots of this world tree network extend in all directions, spread to the far end of the world, and want to transfer this world tree to the world It is almost equivalent to carrying out a small half of the continent, which is impossible to accomplish, even for the current Green!

After a half hour of hourglass, Green's six black flame arms that opened the world's clothes slowly recovered, allowing the cracks in the world's clothing to make up for the new healing, wearing the head of the truth with the head of the horn, turning to look into the void The world tree is separated.

Although the energy purity is different, it is extremely similar in terms of the carrying capacity of both inside and outside the world.

"Difficulties?"

The world tree will ask.

"No, this is simply an impossible task. The size of this world tree is too big. I can't help it."

It seems that this is already ready. The world tree is divided into a will and a low will: "It has not learned to condense the world's original energy, that is, it is only a tree that is parasitic in this world, not a world tree or a tree world. Then... wait a minute." (To be continued.)