In the next second, more cracks opened on the black figure, and they bloomed blood-red flowers on different parts of the body from the head all the way down.

This made Roselle seem to be left with only a layer of shadow, which was wrapped in a mass of blood-red things emitting pure brilliance.

When Klein above the gray mist saw this scene, he naturally thought of the red moon in the sky.

At this time, Roselle seemed to be turning into a figure, trying to cover the red moon, but was torn open one after another, allowing more and more moonlight to shine into reality.

When these openings are connected together, the black shadow will be completely split apart, and a brand new red moon will be born.

At that time, something extremely terrifying will inevitably happen.

At this moment, Roselle's black figure became a lot more illusory, as if it had become some kind of illusion.

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

Then, Roselle raised his shadowy right arm with difficulty, and pinched his forehead.

The frequency of the blood-red cracks on his body suddenly decreased to the extreme, but the "eyes" that existed before started to blink, once and again.

However, this did not have a bad impact on the surroundings, it seemed to be a simple change of order - the trend of "rebirth" of blood-red cracks was distorted to the original ones that gradually became active.

After completing this matter, Roselle raised his head, looked at Bernadette who was tens of meters away, and said with a dry and hoarse smile: "You have really become a big shot in the mysterious world, you can come here by yourself .

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

Bernadette's eye sockets suddenly turned red, and she took a step forward.

Russell laughed again: "When I got you picture books, compiled teaching materials, and invented various small games, you were only so young, and now you can come to save your poor old father.

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

The great emperor started rambling, as if he had come to the twilight years of his life, and always liked to recall the beautiful pictures of the past.

Bernadette walked faster and faster, Klein above the gray mist frowned slightly.

Suddenly, Emperor Roselle lowered his head a little, and said very forcefully, "Stop!"

There was unspeakable pain in his voice.

Bernadette froze for a moment, then quickly slowed down and stopped.

She looked at the black shadow with an indescribable sadness gradually revealed in her eyes.

Roselle raised his head again, coughed lightly, and said, "Do you really want to ask why the order and the customs established by oneself are engraved outside the mausoleum of the 'Dark Emperor'? Actually, this is not necessary, I just I want the seers to remember my greatness..."

Before the words fell, the great emperor tightly held the armrest next to him with one hand, suppressed his voice, and said in extreme pain: "Don't, come closer!

"I'm tainted..."

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

Her guess just now was finally confirmed.

At this moment, the bright red slits on Roselle's face became chaotic, sometimes "closed" and sometimes "opened", and there was no unified will anymore.

The great emperor seized the opportunity, straightened his body slightly, looked at Bernadette, and shouted with difficulty: "Seal me!"

Seal... "Queen of Mysteries" Bernadette silently repeated the word, her blue eyes quickly became moist and covered with a faint mist. JrNovels.com