Infinite Throne

   Chapter 1096 My authority is a little higher than yours

   "War knight, it's okay."

  Irin waved his hands calmly. After he rinsed the giant python with boiled water, he rubbed his hands together, and the ice mist of Bai Huahua was rubbed out and quickly frozen. With a flash of colorful light, he sliced ​​the boiled giant python into slices and served it chilled.

  Million was dumbfounded by Irin's answer, and the solemn atmosphere was slightly diluted. But the food served next completely destroyed the heaviness between the two of them standing in different camps. Milian swallowed the saliva secreted from her mouth forcefully. Now she is like a locked beast. Eagerly waiting for the "breeder" to feed.

  Million is finally full.

   She hiccupped.

   After feeding Mi Lien, Yi Rin looked at Mi Lien through the light curtain: "Aren't you angry?"

   "Too late, Rin."

  Irin smiled and crossed the border.

  【NOPASS】The light curtain did not stop Irin, but instead took the initiative to separate a path and let the administrator pass.

  The permission dog is able to do whatever he wants.

  Irin stood in front of Milian: "'We' still have hope."

  Million stared blankly at Yi Rin for a while. Finally, she put away the red and black holy sword and followed Yi Rin like an angry little daughter-in-law.

  Irin secretly let out a sigh of relief.

  This week, the effort of going up the mountain and going to the sea was not in vain.

  Irin came to the stone house where Milian lived.

   When he was not far away, he smelled a faint smell of blood coming from the stone house.

  Million was dragging Irin's robe, as if she didn't want him to go in.

  Irin smiled: "It's okay."

  He went in.

   Of course, his sleeves were ripped off.

   There are no lights in the house, it's just a small shabby house made of stones. Not even a door.

   On the ground, the whole room was covered with blood-stained gauze. The blood on the gauze had already dried up, and some even oxidized to black. There was a humble table by the bed, with bottles of sterilized water on it, and a basin of cold metal instruments—tweezers, scalpels, forceps and the like.

   What about the anatomy?

Yi Rin was about to complain, but suddenly, when Yi Rin realized what was going on with these simple surgical instruments and the blood-stained gauze, his breathing stopped for a moment, his chest was stuffy, and he couldn't stop. It's a dull pain.

"sorry."

  Million bowed her head.

"Walk."

  Irin pulled Milian away from the stone house.

  Million was like a puppet that lost her soul, and Irin took it with her.

After    left, Yi Rin turned back, rubbed his hands together, and a pitch-black sphere appeared silently in Yi Rin's palm. He smashed the "annihilation ball" that he rubbed out at the stone house.

No earth shakes, no mountains, no landslides, no cracks. At the moment of contact with the annihilation ball, the stone house in the distance is like a painting that has been erased. .

  Irin swiped his right hand in front of him, a circle of light appeared, and Irin brought Milian to the noisy market.

  This is an unknown small fruit in Europe. Many locals in ragged clothes are shouting at the market and selling some small items.

  Irin brought Milian to a small booth selling masks.

   "I want this mask."

   He caught a glimpse of a delicate lady's butterfly mask, with white lace tattooed on the edge of the jet-black butterfly.

Throwing down a glittering gold coin, the stall owner bit on the gold coin, and then happily knelt on the ground and bowed to the lavish oriental man, muttering in his mouth, but when he raised his head, mysteriously. The oriental and blond beauties have long since disappeared from the market without a trace.

   Two people appeared in the sky.

   Overlooking the earth, no one is disturbed.

  Irin carefully put on a mask for Milian, a black butterfly mask that just covered the eye on Milian's forehead.

"Don't cut it yourself, you can't cut it." Yi Rin sighed softly, rubbing the gap on Milian's forehead with her index finger, Milian stroked the mask on her face, and her eyes flashed. A little pain, and relief.

   "I promise, one day, I'll help you get rid of it, completely, and set you free. This is what I owe you, Miriam."

   "Okay, Rin." Milian nodded vigorously.

   She hugged Yi Rin with joy and sorrow, and held Yi Rin's ribs tightly, as if every bone would be shattered at any moment, giving out a crisp whine.

   At this moment, Milian's mood is very complicated.

   It was like, in the desperate darkness, a beam of light suddenly shot in front of her.

   The current Irin is like her light.

  Irin was taken aback for a moment, he felt like...too fast? But it didn't take long for Yi Rin to relax. It was a pure hug between good friends, nothing else.

   "Rin. There is one thing I want to know..." Milian put her ear to Irin's chest, listened for a while, and suddenly raised her head.

   "Huh?" Irene smiled softly.

   "What about the lost 'Utopia' of the Pendragon family?"

  "..." Irin's smile froze completely on her face.

  …

  Irin said whatever,

   explained that he deliberately hid the [Distant Ideal Township] in a safe place.

  【Distant Ideal Township】Can you still pull it out?

  Million thought in confusion.

However, although,

   She still believed.

   She felt that the cook would not lie to her, the rice was delicious.

  Irin bought a mask for Milian before asking what happened after she came out of hell.

   As expected by Yi Rin, after Milian came out of hell, she found out that it was the year 2111. She suddenly realized that she had returned to the "past".

   At the same time, she also understood her identity and the "mission" she was carrying. She must win the victory for the [Lord of War] behind her when the doomsday came.

   Apocalypse knights have only one mission, become a competent **** and win.

   She is not a knight now.

  Irin asked carefully if Miriam had actually seen the [Master of War], but Miriam folded her arms and her body trembled slightly.

   After a long time, Milian said that the moment she became a knight, in the boundless darkness, she had a momentary look with a cold eye.

  Million didn't know how to describe that feeling.

But her pride, her conceit, her anger, her sadness, after Yiren pushed her into the "abyss", the complicated emotions in Milian's heart disappeared after meeting the eyeball. Without a trace, it's like the feeling of being "erased".

   She didn't even have any dialogue and communication with [The Lord of War], but she understood the meaning of her existence and understood everything.

   From that moment on, she was no longer a person, no longer the pride of Pendragon, and no longer a king of knights.

   She is... a war knight.

  …

  Irin raised both hands in the air, he looked at Milian who was panicking when he recalled the gesture of the [Master of War], and subconsciously wanted to give a friendly hug. But Irin soon felt inappropriate and held back.

   This is not good. So he slickly changed it to "touch".

  Irin touched Milian's soft blonde hair, silently missing the dull hair that was like a compass in the past, and comforted: "Don't worry, we haven't lost yet."

   The two chatted.

   Walk aimlessly on European soil.

  From south to north, from north to west.

   Finally, the two of them appeared in front of an old European-style castle.

   The mottled city walls record the years, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads a layer of golden light on the stones.

   "Want to meet your old self?"

  Irin asked with a smile.

  Million lowered her head and replied, "I've seen it before."

   "Oh?" Irin was a little surprised. But on second thought, he felt that this was a matter of course. When a person travels through time, the first thing of course is to be curious about what he is like at this time.

  Million shook her head: "Rin, you don't understand."

   As she spoke, she walked into the castle.

   But when she took two steps, she was shocked, and there was a look of surprise under the mask.

"What's wrong?"

  Irin noticed the change in Milian's mood and felt strange.

  Million didn't speak, she lowered her head to think for a moment, then took off the Keke... token, black butterfly mask, and took a few steps forward.

In the next second, the surrounding scene was distorted, and Yi Rin's face changed. Milian, who was supposed to walk into the castle, appeared 100 meters away. She tried to walk several times, but she was still unable to enter the castle, as if In the dark, there is an invisible force interfering with her.

  As soon as she put on the mask, Miriam did it again.

   The two looked at each other, dumbfounded at this strange result.

   "This is 'interference', is it too perfunctory?" It turns out that wearing a mask can break it, can this [navigator] serve snacks?

  Irin knew that this was the result of the pilot's interference, but what he didn't expect was that Milian wore a mask, and the pilot would ignore it.

"and many more."

  But after laughing and crying, Yi Rin thought about it for a few seconds and thought of a possibility.

   Could it be because of... [vulnerability] itself is not because of the [mask], but because it is a [mask sent by the administrator]?

   "Million, wait a moment, don't go in first, I'll do a little experiment."

  Irin located the coordinates of the market where the mask was bought, opened a portal, and asked Milian to try the whole mask on her own. Whether it is robbing or buying, the source of the mask is not a problem.

  Million clutched the [Black Butterfly Mask] and stepped into the portal reluctantly.

   After a while, on the other side of the portal, there was a commotion from the crowd, and it seemed that someone was crying. Miriam comes back clutching a gypsy-style wedding mask.

   At Yilin's instruction, she put on the mask she bought and tried to step into the castle.

  Before entering the range of the castle, she was pushed to a distance of 100 meters by the "interference of the navigator" again.

  Million was stunned.

   She is not stupid, of course she now understands that the changes in these two experiments are due to the different sources of "masks".

  Irin had a showdown, and pinched the index finger and thumb:

   "Sorry, maybe it's because my "authority" is a little bit higher than yours. "

   (end of this chapter)