They stood on the pure white ground, the light gradually dissipated, the sluggish nerves transmitted information, and Gongsun Ce moved his hands and feet slowly. Stand up from the ground little by little.
The old regiment leader fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. There was a sad slash mark on the holy fire armor, just like the first time he saw it. This time the Dawn Knight really broke the armor.
The queen disappeared in the light. Queen Anne is dead. Gongsun Ce thought slowly. He blinked desperately, trying to adapt to the world after the light disappeared. What about the assassin? Was the last person who came to the attack defeated?
Gongsun Ce suddenly became nervous, and his eyesight finally adapted to the current world. He saw the black-red assassin lying in the distance, his stomach disemboweled by the slash of his sword. Alandia stood in front with her back to him.
"Ilandia?" he asked nervously, "Ilandia?"
The silver-haired female knight turned around. Her beautiful face was stained with gray, and she looked tired and weak, but she still stood, wearing damaged armor and holding a pure white sword.
"Are you still alive?" Gongsun Ce said incoherently. He stepped forward and grabbed the knight's shoulders tremblingly. "Are you injured?" His voice sounded hoarse as if he hadn't drank water for three days. "Can you still speak? Airandia?"
"It's okay." Alandia said slowly.
Gongsun Ce smiled happily and was about to cry with excitement. His hands couldn't stop shaking. "We won?" the young man asked tremblingly.
The corners of Alandia's lips curled up, and she smiled firmly in this desperate adversity.
"Yes, Ce." Her voice gradually gained strength, "We won -"
Then.
A dark dagger pierced the armor and penetrated the Dawn Knight's body.
No one is approaching, there are no signs, there is not even a "process", only the "result" is left. The dagger held by the assassin appeared out of thin air between the two of them, piercing Alandia's heart with extremely deep malice and viciousness.
"——"
Her smile was still on her face, and she seemed to want to say something more. However, at this moment, no, earlier, the moment she defeated the assassin, the result was already determined.
The Dawn Knight's armor and sword turned into light and disappeared, and bright red blood overflowed from around the dagger, dyeing her blue clothes red. Like all powerless mortals, Airandia fell backwards. Her world disappeared, and her silver-white hair touched the ground and was stained with dirty dust.
“——————!
! "
Gongsun Ce couldn't hear what he was saying. He reached out frantically to catch the fallen woman. He prayed that this was all a joke, a prank, an illusion, an illusion caused by him being too weak. But the cruel reality did not change. Her vitality was lost along with her blood, and her eyes gradually lost their sparkle.
"Hahahahahaha!
"
There was a malicious laughter in my ears.
Subconsciously, he looked up at the source of the sound and saw the red and black clown standing up from the ruins.
The comical mask cracked, and Criqui Hyde dragged her dying body to her feet, laughing wildly.
"How about it, isn't it a surprise! It's obvious that the Dawn Knight won, it was obvious that she defeated all the enemies, and it was obvious that my sword was shattered in one go, but why did she die?!"
Criqui threw the broken mask aside, her green hair was also dyed red with blood, looking extremely funny.
"Revealing the correct answer to you who are confused. The true form of the End of Delusion and the Black Night Blade is a reversal blow that can only be launched when I am defeated. It is the revenge of the defeated dog that bestows defeat on the victor!"
The fantasy that no reality exists, the eternal night against dawn, the green boy who hates the winner, the law of "hero" losing to "villain" in drama, and finally, the impermanent law that can only be activated when failure and death.
It is a desperate blow that pulls the winner out of the quagmire based on the condition that he will lose his life.
Therefore, when the Dawn Knight achieved "victory", the outcome was already determined.
"It sounds ridiculous, right? Is it a very useless ability? So it is a 'non-existent' pseudo-creation world, an absolute delusion that lacks a real basis. After all, the method of silence cannot create a world at all! Killing the Dawn Knight with this is a great joke!"
There was no reply from the audience.
Gongsun Ce said nothing.
What sounded in the intervals between words was the tearing sound of sharp blades piercing flesh.
The invisible power of telekinesis turned into a blade and sliced open Krikki's body. Then the boy's arm pierced through the woman's body like a knife, and crushed her heart with his own hands to ensure death.
The blood spilled onto Gongsun Ce's body and was all bounced away by telekinesis. The young man's eyes were filled with hatred and murderous intent, without any extra thoughts or words. As soon as it understood the situation, the body took action automatically, like a cold machine driven by killing.
"..."
Crikey slowly lowered his head and looked at the boy who was slightly shorter than him. He looked at the crazy eyes with a slightly confused expression.
How strange. Why are you so angry?
Aren't you the same person as me? Aren’t we all living on malice and madness, madmen who want to destroy everything and themselves?
It's obviously a great fireworks. You see, that self-righteous woman ran to the white side, and finally I dragged her back with my life. The moment the stars fall is as beautiful as fireworks, this is the ending it deserves!
What is black is black, and those so-called "lights" are just traps to attract insects. After you come out, you will do the same things as before. Killing, stealing, sex, cheating. It's the same everywhere... Isn't it too arrogant to think that you can be free or something?
Then, at the moment when he lowered his head, he slightly understood his mood.
That's right. He was luckier.
He encountered real light, not those lights that lured moths. So unconsciously, I ran with the light and adapted to the white life. But that ray of light was extinguished just now.
"Look, what I said is right." The woman smiled uglyly, "Some people are born hopeless."
Krikki slowly raised her hand and touched the boy's face with her fingertips covered in blood. Do you want to apologize? Want to laugh? Do you want to repent? Do you want to hurt? In the chaotic mind, the thoughts have already become dull. A weak voice that was inaudible came out of the damaged throat.
"The light is out... Hell is back."
Criqui's arm dropped and she fell backward like the knight she had assassinated. No one will catch her. The dying woman spoke words that no one could hear clearly at the end of her life.
Good luck to you.
Criqui Hyde is dead.
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"..."
Krikki's last look was imprinted in his mind. At that moment, he seemed to see countless desperate and struggling people, and saw their fallen and shattered dreams. So much malice condenses on the woman's body like blood, turning into a funny clown mask and the knife in the clown's hand.
Gongsun Ce had no idea.
No time to grieve, no time to think. Just follow the inertia and do what you should do now. Kill her. Then think of a solution. Kill her and things should get better.
"...Elandia."
Gongsun Ce turned around. No more looking at corpses. He ran wildly like he was escaping, and ran back to her side. The perpetrator is dead, so the spell will be lifted and Airandia will be saved. everything will get better. "Alandia." He picked up the silver-haired woman and listened to her weak breathing. he asked imploringly. "Alandia?"
But the injury did not improve. The blood is still flowing. The gray eyes were as dark as a cloudy night. She felt no human vitality on her skin. The warmth that once gave him courage was drained from her wound along with his life. The knight's lips moved, but her voice could not be heard.
"No...no..."
Warm tears fell on her face, mixing with blood into a muddy river. Gongsun Ce hugged her body tightly. There was nothing he could do. Nothing can be changed. Just wailing desperately, angrily, feebly and hoarsely.
"Don't die...don't die, Airandia!"
·
Tears dripped down the boy's face. Alandia was surprised.
Although Ce is a fragile person, he has almost never been seen crying in the past.
When he was in a desperate situation in Shadow and Mist City, he waited quietly; when he was wrongly accused of being a criminal, he looked on with disdain; when he was looked down upon, he retorted sarcastically; when he was in trouble, he thought distressedly. When he came to save her that day, he roared angrily; even though he was surrounded by the creation envoys, he never really collapsed.
The only time I saw his tears in my memory was when the two met for the first time. The boy cried because of his impending death. But now that his life is not in danger, why is he crying?
The young man's sad face reflected in her eyes. Don't cry. She wanted to speak out. Don't cry.
It's amazing. Fulfilling responsibilities and carrying glory to this moment. What he was thinking about when he was about to die was just his personal feelings, and he just didn't want to make him cry.
"..."
When I think of this, my mind becomes smoother. She suddenly understood the reason for crying and why she was thinking the way she was now.
I see. In fact, he has never been a fragile person.
The flashback before death speeds up thinking. She suppressed the dying aura and thought about what she could still do. She can no longer use the impermanence method, and the world of her mind is blocked by the poisonous blade specially made for her. Even so, the kingdom must be protected. To deal with subsequent crises. To escape from the plot of the mastermind behind the scenes. To leave hope.
Let Ce survive.
The aura swayed quietly in her heart, and Alandia thought of a way. She stared into the boy's eyes and softly called his name.
"Policy."
Ce lowered his head and listened to her words. The spirit is about to collapse, and there is only a little strength left. She decided to do something a little more selfish.
She kissed the boy's lips.
·
The fishy smell of blood filled the lips.
Can't feel the warm, cold touch.
After just a moment of contact, the softness disappeared from the lips. She closed her eyes as her eyes narrowed in shock.
"do not die……"
Gongsun Ce was still repeating dully. Then the next moment, he heard the voice in his heart. The voice of the Dawn Rider.
"……give it to you."
In an instant, the pure whiteness in front of me, a world beyond the comprehension of human intelligence, beyond the outline of language, and vaster than anything else, shrank into a bunch of seed-like light. The light poured into his heart, like the warm embrace of the woman that day.
Gongsun Ce knew what had changed. He didn't understand what was going on. At that moment, he felt endless power appearing in his body, as if another super power was awakening in his body. This time he failed to understand the meaning of this power. He just subconsciously roared out the newly obtained light and poured his only current thoughts into it.
"Don't die, Alandia!
!
"
His mind moved under his prayer, and pure white light emerged from the inner world. The light dispersed the blood on the woman's side, making her as clean as ever. The light condensed into a pure white substance, filling her wounds.
"..."
Then the light dissipated, and the power that had been stimulated to the maximum extent was temporarily exhausted. Alandia lay quietly in his arms. Gongsun Ce stretched out his hand tremblingly and felt her weak breathing.
"Live. Live. Live!"
"
The bloody boy fell to his knees, hugging the silver-haired knight tightly, crying in ecstasy and collapse.
His black hair turned gray unconsciously. It's like a mixture of black and white, like the horizon before dawn, an uncertain gray.
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[The "big man" died due to the malice of the "little man", the "strong man" was defeated by the encirclement and suppression of the "weak man", the "just man" was defeated by the cunning plot of the "evil man", and the "truth" was ultimately injured by "hypocrisy". A series of diametrically opposed factors appear on the two opposing "characters", and the dramatic reversal leads to the protagonist's defeat. The powerlessness destined to fall into the abyss, the beauty shattered by filth and evil, are exactly the charm of tragedy!
With the joint efforts of the Holy Fire Knight, the Resurrection Mage, the Queen of the Kingdom, the Hidden Law Lord, the Murderer and the Formless God, Airlandia Helleson finally died...
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There should be no plots in our dramas that run counter to the narrative logic and characters. Airandia Helleson's performance lacked sufficient motivation and emotional support. Allowing the Silent Phase Dragon Seed to inherit the Space Creation Method without any preparation will only cause the successor's mind to collapse due to the source of conflict. "Dawn Knight" should not make such a thoughtless move. Airandia Helleson betrayed her "role".
And her unintended move actually succeeded. This incredible plot will have a major impact on the subsequent plot. When the "Joker" has power in his hands, he can no longer play the role of a clown or a follower. The real power can not only heal Mo Yuankai's injuries, but is also the absolute nemesis of the spirit prison world. They may directly defeat the Nether Dragon...
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No problem. Wuxiangshen is willing to listen to the opinions of the "audience", and Wuxiangshen's scripts always allow improvisation. The thought of "follower" inspired the aura he had just inherited, and he got his wish and rescued his "knight", but excessive self-oppression made him unable to call on the power of the real world before the play ended.
As a result, Arlandia Helleson survives, but the knight who once led hope is now a normal person who cannot participate in the war. She cannot help people escape the coming natural disaster. This is still a tragedy! 】
