Winter is coming again, and it comes earlier than in previous years.

The Vatican Church of the Cross Church, in the empty and cold hall, Nero, dressed in white feathered clothes, stood on the rooftop of the corridor, looking up at the night sky.

The soul-stirring colors linger in the night sky. They appear from the ends of the earth to disappear from the corners of the sea, as if they have built a huge palace in the sky, so magnificent that it does not belong to this world.

The polar night is a phenomenon that occurs every year in high latitudes in the northern hemisphere. In winter, the polar night phenomenon occurs every year for a period of time. At this time, the 24-hour day is dark. In the old generation, the polar night phenomenon generally only exists with the Arctic Circle, but in the new era, it has spread here, and it will occur earlier and last longer.

The extreme nights often bring aurora, and the dreamy color is a mysterious and magnificent for ordinary people that is rare in this life, just like the treasure given to this world by gods, but for Nero, she can see it every winter, and has been used to it for a long time of 49 years.

The years of 49 have passed, but Nero is still the original Nero, with no trace of vicissitudes of life on her face. It is not surprising that the half-fear beast born from the combination of humans and succubus inherited the lifespan of non-humans. 49 years are just a blink of an eye for her.

Behind Nero, the majestic tall stone pillars were proudly aura. The aurora brought mysterious glows through the dome. The grand murals with God-themed were engraved on the huge walls, as if forming a road to heaven. Suddenly, a figure wearing black armor and purple silk shirt came over. The aurora of eternal night seemed to be attracted by him. The refraction of light began to twist and refract, and a flash of traces flashed across his face.

The commander of the Cross Church Legion, Hoan Risen, walked behind Nero, and the golden divine seal of the high-level knight appeared in his eyebrows. He smiled and looked at Nero's back, and said with concern: "It's very late, you should go and rest, my pope."

Nero did not turn around, but stared at the Eternal Aurora and said calmly: "You won, Hoan Risen, just like before, you have always been a winner."

It is worth mentioning that Ho Anlison's appearance has not changed in the years. It is described in words Luo You once said to him: he is not like a mortal.

"The last moment will come. You may not see that scene, but I will take you to see that scene." Hoanlison said a puzzling thing. He came behind Nero, and as always, he put his purple silk shirt on Nero's shoulders to prevent the pope from catching a cold. Finally, he leaned over to her ear and opened his lips...

Nero subconsciously turned his face, and suddenly his pupils shrank. She found that the divine seal between Hoanlison's eyebrows was like a tide. The face that did not live with mortals was illuminated. There were hundreds of electric arcs intertwined in the eyes of the commander of the legion!

The knight's oath that had been familiar with was not heard, but four strange words: "My Lord is coming."

Aurora cleanses the cross church.

Nero rarely showed a miserable and sad smile, allowing Hoanlison to lean over his ear, look up at the sky alone, and said quietly: "As you said, the outsider will die in the game, and no one can stop you."

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In the old capital Chang'an, Luo You stood in front of the windowsill and stared at the night sky above his head. It was the darkness before dawn. The sky had not turned white yet. The universe, which had been born for 160 billion light years, was so quiet and deep. The stars shone for billions of years and stretched into a magnificent sea of ​​stars. The earth was like a piece of dust at this scale. On the night of the hazy planet, the deep light flow filled the crowd, just like a strange lighthouse lit up on the boundless black sea, and the universe became dead and violent.

Behind Luo You, a slender figure quietly appeared. Sethia hugged Luo You from behind, left a light kiss on his neck, and said gently: "What's wrong? I woke up so early."

When the stars began to shine, Luo You subconsciously lowered his head and whispered: "Nightmare."

Sethia gently touched Luo You's soft hair, raised her head and looked at the night sky that Luo You didn't dare to look at, and said, "The eyes of those stars?"

Luo You nodded, his voice a little depressed: "I dreamed... they have been in my body since 49 years ago... Something is awakening..."

Luo You was trembling, and the stars in the night seemed to turn into pairs of eyes after pairs of eyes, staring at him ferociously, his chest was like being pressed by a huge rock, and a terrible palpitations spread throughout his body. Every cell in his body was emitting a breath of fear, making him tremble.

Sesia held Luo You in her arms, hoping to give her comfort. She whispered: "I'll help you pull the curtains."

Luo You nodded. When Sesia pulled the curtains, he subconsciously glanced at the night sky for the last time. Suddenly, his expression stopped and he turned his eyes to the distant sky. When he saw everything in the distance, he fell into unspeakable shock, frozen in place like a statue, muttering in a trembling voice: "What is that..."

...

"Master, what kind of celestial phenomena is this..." On the streets of Linjiang, Mo Qian stood high on the rooftop, his sleeves were blown violently by the strong wind. His eyes revealed vicissitudes and confusion, and he turned his eyes to the vast sky.

Above the sky, there was a loud sound like thunder, deafening. Thousands of stars fell from the sky like ripe fruits. The biggest ones were almost like the moon, tearing open a series of hideous cracks in the night, falling to the end of the horizon like raindrops.

The stars fell...

At this time, the night sky seemed to have become a tragic battlefield. The angel pierced his heart screamed and fell from the holy landing in the sky, emitting the last holy light in the air, and finally disappeared.

Not only did this vision not disappear with time, but instead became more and more intense. For a moment, the vast number of stars fell, as if the boundless red lotus burning the world, embellishing the night sky brighter than the day.

"I have lived for a hundred years and have never seen such a vision." Beside Mo Qian, the old beggar was also staring at the night sky. His face was very serious and he squinted his eyes and said, "Since ancient times, it has only been heard that Yingcai has passed away and the lonely star fell... It is unprecedented for such vast stars to fall."

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On December 24, 1949, people from all over the world, countries and forces witnessed this trembling death.

The Federal Heavy Industry Corps, the bright meteorite at dawn, attracted the eyes of John and Claudia. Facing the star shower that tore the sky into pieces, the childhood sweethearts clenched each other's hands without realizing it. They stared at the sky blankly, and then looked at each other at the same time. The road ahead was shrouded in a thick fog. John tightened his fists and whispered: "This is the worst era."

The lawn of the institute was full of scientific researchers. Not long ago, the Future, who had just arrived in a foreign country, stood with Mu Xi. Their eyes were full of confusion. Science could explain everything, but the star fall of this scale had already exceeded cognition. They could only stand silently, facing the huge unknown without saying a word.

The imperial capital, the generals who were preparing to attend the morning meeting were leaving from home. Liu Fusu was the first to arrive in the conference room. He raised his head and looked at the sky that had not yet been dyed with brightness. When the falling stars reflected in his eyes, all his thoughts were cleared to the blank. I wonder what the meaning of this vision is and what is related to the future of the family and country in his heart. Will the peaceful and prosperous era that only appears in his dreams be born in his hands?

The orphan mansion, under the protection of the sword maniac, Ou Chen came to the courtyard and frowned and stared at the night sky as fierce as a battlefield. He didn't know what this meant. He only knew that he was waiting, just like many people who were also waiting. He was waiting for an era that belonged to him. Quietly, Ou Chen grinned and said resolutely but gloomy: "All of you are waiting for me."

In the Linjiang Military Region, those comrades who once fought side by side with Luo You, Ye Zixiao, Yang Meomei, Ximiao, Li Lei, etc., were all staring at the sky of the stars, at a loss about the upcoming storm, wondering if they could still see dawn tomorrow.

Hiding in the heartland, the commander of the oath-abandoned Baitans, wearing the armor of the black dragon, opened his ghost eyes, and the light that tore the night was reflected in his eyes. A cold arc raised on the corner of his mouth. The inferior race annihilation blade under his wrist flickered and dark, and a gloomy and cold voice came: "Finally..."

The Noah's Ark, MR.chen, sat on the sofa, immersed in the darkness at the sky, and the traces of starfall flashed in his eyes, like a series of scorching fires. He looked at the colliding sky with red and black, as if he was staring at the dull future shrouded in his fog, and his voice revealed an indescribable sense of oppression: "This era will eventually belong to me."

In the cold ice fields in the far north, almost all the judges who were in charge of guarding the exile ground raised their heads, staring at the vast eternal night where aurora and star falls in the cold wind. Their eyes were all about the fall of stars. At the center of the exile ground, Leng Yuan, who had been in the past 70 years, did not look up at such wonders. She just silently drank osmanthus yellow wine, as if she had no idea about the world, and let the waves of the times rise and fall.

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What is the era?

The times have become kings, sitting on the throne of destiny, wearing the sun, moon and stars, overlooking the vast crowd, day after day, year after year, staring at the bright moon rising eastward, witnessing the setting sun set in the west, history flows, and the changing world. All this has never stopped, and no one has ever let it change.

It was waiting silently, waiting for someone to stand before the throne with a sharp blade.

Wait for this man to smash it and rule the world!

Or it is broken and turned into dust...

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(Volume 6: The Blood Relationship of Parting, End...)

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