They can't understand it, and they probably never will.
Because the vast majority of all living beings in this world have done their best just to live, words like ideals and consciousness are concepts beyond their imagination for them.
They don't understand it, and they probably never will.
They couldn't understand why in such a dark moment, when they were only seeking self-preservation, and for which even their closest relatives and loved ones were willing to sacrifice themselves, someone would sacrifice their future for some strangers, perhaps people they had never interacted with before. , so try your best.
Just because of a possibility, you will burn out your life brilliantly.
For a group of complete strangers, even if they disappear, they will not have much impact on the rest of their lives.
The great sword was stained with filthy black blood.
The armor and shield were full of scratches, and in those places that could not be protected, the bloody wounds were protected from toxin erosion and excessive bleeding under the influence of high magic.
Broken arrows littered the ground.
Because they kept firing bows and arrows, the witches could no longer lift their arms.
The magister, who had exhausted his magic power, collapsed helplessly on the top steps of the temple. Burnt, chopped-in-half demon corpses piled up like a mountain.
The Moon Guards finally fled. After the scene they saw beyond their imagination and ability to cope, these people burst out with their most primitive impulse - the instinct to survive.
The honor in vain and the sense of responsibility that had never been fulfilled easily collapsed in the face of darkness. They just wanted to escape to a safe place, and they just wanted to escape into the protective circle of their own army.
Only 30 of the remaining Yuesui troops dragged their exhausted bodies to the front of the temple together with the Qingtian family.
The green flames cast by magic burned in the brazier at the entrance of the shrine's main hall, becoming the only light they could rely on in the darkness. Whenever lightning fell in the distance, the densely packed and strange figures would make people hold the sword in their hands. Chilled and weak, they could only cheer themselves up over and over again and tighten their grip.
A small number of people may have fled in the darkness, but the rest of them decided to continue fighting even after seeing this scene of a hundred ghosts walking in the night.
The samurai who came from the countryside did not fully understand what was happening. They were only vaguely aware that something big was happening here, and what they were doing was right.
The future history of Crescent Continent may not record this battle, or perhaps those who fled to the Moon Goddess will eventually survive because of the huge power behind them, and they will slander these former soldiers from their perspective and to the best of their ability. People who are hostile to them.
And that, in the writing of those who have the right to speak, will become the remaining "correct history" of this Moon Kingdom, which is destined to become dilapidated.
Doing the right thing and making outstanding sacrifices may not necessarily lead to correct evaluation.
Such a sad thing.
All were informed.
Still decided to move forward.
They are social heretics, outcasts, expendables, strangers, and country folk.
Those in power who enjoy all the glory and wealth, those people who are in heaven, the noble Xinjinghua clan, the top nobility.
I have long forgotten the concept of the Big Moon, and I have long forgotten that this country has always been troubled and requires the most outstanding will to control it. It requires the best nobles to make the most decisive sacrifices to maintain this thousand-year prosperity.
Self-preservation, self-preservation, only self-preservation is the most important; sacrifice, sacrifice, let others sacrifice.
They don't understand, never will.
They will also slander and do everything possible to slander.
But you're still standing here.
Bloodstains and wounds were everywhere, and the corpses of the sacrificed companions were lying cold behind them. Some of those who were unfortunate enough to be dragged into the group of ghouls were torn into pieces without being able to recover them.
But you're still standing here.
The crest is erect.
The martial artist of Otsuki is not dead.
The true warrior still stands here.
He is not in the glorious palace, nor is he in the arena full of show-offs of skills and political struggles.
He is in the countryside, he is in an ordinary but extraordinary ordinary family.
The lightning shrank.
The protective Moon God Seven Stars disappeared from the ground due to energy transfer.
The demons and monsters that poured in like a tide were roaming freely under the weak starlight.
The sacred Otsuki Shrine was defiled by evil spirits that should not be allowed to live in this world. They left behind wanton erosion, and among the filth, seemingly pure white flowers grew.
Wannalan and Zhaoyue also came back following the light of the brazier, and they were the only survivors.
The weapons in the hands of the scarred dragon warrior and the ghost warrior with red eyes were full of traces of battle.
They did everything possible to delay the collapse of the Moon God Guards, and personally killed two other fellow ghosts who were affected and went crazy.
A blood moon rose in the dark sky.
Under the red light, the ghouls swarmed like a swarm of rats and pressed forward like a hill.
Then--
Suddenly everyone froze in place.
It was as if a mouse trying to sneak up on it opened its eyes when it saw its natural enemy.
Electric sparks flickered in the air.
"It really took you a long time to prepare for this funeral." The feeble mage only retained her sarcastic tone, but her words could no longer be conveyed to the other party's ears.
Erica disappeared.
The skilled silver-haired mercenary that Henry knew so well and that our Roan girl also met several times no longer exists.
This was the price they had known since he sent a message to Dru Yin asking for help.
The power of gods and the thinking of mortals cannot coexist. Her body has dissolved, and now she only relies on advanced magic to restrain her human form.
Because only if she still has a human body, she can take actions that are relatively beneficial to humans, rather than completely falling into the rules.
The silver-white moon gun showed its true form when it was full of power for the first time. Those tight details were completely unfolded, revealing the inner core that was as hard to look at as a small sun.
The white-haired girl's eyes widened, as did the Crescent Continent natives beside her.
But it’s not just the sight that’s so spectacular that it’s beyond the reach of ordinary people.
It wasn't until this moment and Miu Miu's brief explanation full of sarcasm that they realized how much the price these people had to pay.
Only then, more or less, vaguely understood the consciousness carried by these long-lived species with thousands of years of life and how terrifying the objects they fought against were.
These old gods who set foot on New Moon Continent have no intention of returning alive.
A continent that exiled them; a group of descendants of people who betrayed them in the past; a future for completely unfamiliar short-lived species that they have never met.
He still has thousands of years left to live.
The two are weighed in the balance.
What's there to hesitate about?
'The darkness of the eternal night is full of crawling chaotic vitality. The Lord of the Night is willful, and she will shape the entire world into amorphous immortality according to her own ideas.
No personal will, no love, no ideals, no creation, no future.
Absolutely fair, creeping immortality and wandering.
Like the inner world itself, the memories of dead things and extinguished stars circulate eternally and endlessly.
She is the incarnation of longing, the accumulation of obsessions of thousands of dead things and things that have not been born, and the crazy repetition of longing but unavailability.
There will be no failure; there will be no death.
But it will not succeed; it will not be able to feel the beauty of life; it will not be able to appreciate every moment.
This is not what life should be like.
To fail as much as you want, suffer pain but temper yourself;
Go live and die when your time comes.
Because life itself is a journey, it should not remain the same and should not remain the same forever - no matter how beautiful and fascinating this appearance is. '
The will spread through the electric current in the air. The tall black-haired man did not open his mouth, but everyone seemed to hear what he said.
"No wonder they gave you the title of Sage," Miu Miu praised with a rare smile.
Thunder shot into the sky.
The black clouds mixed with volcanic ash were destroyed by lightning.
The destructive force drew a meteor shower in the sky that made everyone unable to take their eyes away.
The power condensed into substance first flashed in a pure white color and then burned into orange due to friction with the volcanic cloud mixed with many impurities.
And when they landed with astonishing momentum in the square and pond area of Otsuki Shrine, where demons were all over the place, the blooming light arrows shot through the bodies that had amazing defense against mortal swords like paper.
The elite warriors tried their best to face more than a hundred ghouls, but it was very difficult for them. Erica, who could no longer communicate with her companions, eliminated hundreds of evil spirits with just a lift of her hands and feet.
Humanity will survive.
Selfish people will still appear in the future, and when these people are in power they will still bring disaster to the people.
But there will always be some who are not appreciated, remembered, or understood.
People who will still move forward in an indomitable way.
These people will be like shooting stars streaking across the night sky and fireworks blooming.
Even just for a moment, it can leave a light in the hearts of those who survived.
Guide them to do the hard and right things.
The being that was Erica slowly rose into the sky.
Miu Miu, who had more or less recovered, began to cast spells again, and she asked the group to get closer to her location.
"When you burn a wound with a soldering iron, the pain may make you regret it and feel that it was unnecessary."
"But it's necessary"
"Boom——!!" The strong air flow caused by Erica who took off in an instant caused the clothes and hair of the people around her to flutter and make it difficult to open their eyes. She continued to accelerate in the air, and the sound was generated the moment she reached the clouds. The explosion directly penetrated the black clouds over the entire Otsuki Shrine.
There was a clear and sunny sky above the rippling clouds. Only now did the group realize that it was daytime and not night.
The darkness that covered the sky affected their senses, and when the sunlight shone on them, an indescribable sense of "aliveness" enveloped everyone.
But the warmth only lasts for a moment, because the great moon god who has regained his power is the last thing to do before dying.
It is to destroy the filth that is deeply rooted in this continent.
An earthquake of staggering magnitude unfolded.
The ghoul corpses laid flat on the main hall of the shrine slid downwards in the shock. Miu Miu's gravity magic protected the group from being too affected. In other areas, no matter who were hiding in what they thought were safe areas, Both the Dahua clan and the samurai Ashigaru who were fighting against evil felt that the whole world was turned upside down in an instant.
The curtain pulled the entire eastern half of New Moon Continent toward the inner boundary.
And the power of the Great Moon God is constantly falling, trying to clean up the areas covered with fairy trees.
The gods were like children fighting for a toy, but this toy was an entire continent.
This is a scene that is beyond the comprehension of any mortal swordsman or even extraordinary ghosts. Scenes like the concentrated eruption of natural disasters continue to occur in front of them through the manipulation of some kind of will, earth-shaking explosions and earthquakes. It is enough to break the hearts of the most determined warriors, because this is no longer a level that the swords in their hands can fight against.
The densely packed ghouls that emerged from the inner world even exceeded the number Henry and Mira faced on the east coast. When the dark clouds cleared, they could see clearly at the top of the shrine that there were tens of thousands of black figures squirming throughout Xinjing. Wander back.
More ghouls are still pouring out from the areas in the mountains that are still covered by dark clouds.
Compared with the east coast back then, this continent was eroded deeper and faster, but in just a few days, large swaths of land east of Xinjing were covered with twisted vegetation and strange creatures.
Dislocated limbs grew on bodies that did not belong to it, and the mountains echoed with human voices and animal howls at the same time - those were the people who fled to Fuso during the earthquake; the people they could not save; already Those who return to eternal night.
And the thunder and lightning falling from the sky are mercilessly and quickly destroying them with an efficiency that swords cannot match.
"The spell won't last long. Once she returns to order, she will burn everything clean."
"Wannalan." The mage said, his face pale because his magic power was nearly exhausted.
"I know." The still-scarred ancient scaled man's voice was calm and steady, as if what he was about to do at this moment was not something worth making a fuss about.
"Farewell, old friend." Mira felt a tremor in her teacher's voice. She didn't quite understand it at first, but then she remembered the previous explanation of the grand technique.
If they want to isolate the two worlds for a long time, they need a living node.
There are no dragons in New Moon Continent.
Now there is.
He walked calmly towards the ending that he knew he would encounter since he set foot on this continent, and Erica, who still had the last bit of will left, also knew what she should do.
The falling lightning shattered the superior protective skin of the Scale Clan, tearing apart his body bit by bit and pouring every bit of ancient blood that spilled out into the earth to fight against erosion.
Henry's request that day was to sentence his old friend to death.
And he readily accepted it and kept his appointment with the God of Death.
But even so, even if so many mortals and extraordinary beings tried their best, it was still not enough. The nodes that were forgotten and lost little by little during the four thousand years are irreversible.
They couldn't protect the entire continent.
Even if all the energy of the ancient bloodline is used, it can only connect the polluted network and try to save the last fire for the Otsuki Kingdom.
So I was screaming; unwilling; shocked; painful; sad; and a series of other emotions.
This summer of 4165.
The history of Moon Country is over.
It ended in a situation that was unimaginable, including those of the Chinese who were scheming to preserve their own power and seek hegemony.
An aurora of astonishing scale split this long and narrow continent in two - from Xingjing to the east, a large area was shrouded in aurora. Even if you climb to the top of the mountain, you cannot see through the aurora and look to the other side and try to enter it. No one can come back.
A few insiders say that there is a dark demonic realm there, and this light is made by extraordinary beings who have paid great sacrifices to isolate and protect the remaining land.
But most of those who survived scorned it all.
The surviving Chinese people have only one thing in their minds.
“There is less land to divide, so we must get a share of the pie as soon as possible.”
The Tiange Academy, which luckily withstood major earthquakes and volcanic eruptions, was burned to the ground by the Chinese because there was too much history that was not good for them. If the bloodline was clearly recorded, they would not be able to claim the throne in the future.
And in the place where books were burned, those who remembered the contents of the books in their minds soon became the targets of burning.
There were only three members of the ancient Dru Yin left when they arrived. Erica disappeared into the air after the advanced spells also lost their binding power.
The shrine maidens of Otsutsuki Shrine will no longer be able to use the power of thunder, and it will be even more difficult for them to survive the hostility brought by the Moon Guards who pass hostile information to their family.
Troubled times have arrived, and everyone is in danger.
Even if the crisis of the entire continent being plunged into darkness is avoided, the remaining people are just the broken shadows of the former prosperous Moon Country.
Many people fled westward by ship to the land of Rigal, and these people were bound to bring necessary news to the Lamanites in Rigal who were always paying attention to everything that happened here.
But they still choose to stay in their hometown.
Those transcendent beings that have passed away, the beings that were once revered as gods, even though they only got along for a moment, they ignited a small ball for them.
A flame that is hard to extinguish.
"How long can you live?" the great witch asked.
"It should still be a few hundred years." The magister, whose face was still pale even after some time had passed, replied.
"Then let's use a few hundred years to revive this country." She said this, half jokingly and half seriously: "You have to come back to see it then."
"You sound so arrogant, human being." Miu Miu said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Then that's it." This is the Luoan girl's last memory of this continent. The threat of Eternal Night is greater than it was on the east coast, and more and more people in the Druyin Council are willing to support them. The less.
The isolationism of the long-lived species has become so severe that they are almost indifferent to worldly affairs.
The turmoil in Crescent Continent turned into a tsunami that reached the east side of the east coast three days later and flooded the harbor built by merchants in the south. Fortunately, the damage was not too great to be repaired.
In the palace of the Padrosi Empire, a man with gray-blue eyes who had been paying close attention to all this fell into a long silence after submitting a detailed report on all this through his white-haired subordinate.
"The power of gods?" The table next to him was filled with various experimental reports scattered around, and most of them still had the word "failure" written on them.
On the other side further east, the Luoan girl looked back at the last moment when she, Lulu, Ling and Kaleva stepped onto the plank leading to the sailboat.
"Goodbye, Yajiro." She waved casually with West Coast etiquette.
The young master, who had a wound on his face that had not yet fully healed from the battle at the shrine half a month ago, looked mature and relaxed and smiled.
"That's my nickname. I've already passed my adult ceremony, don't you remember it?"
The white-haired girl also laughed.
"I did forget."
"I quite like your current name."
I don't know if feelings of friendship are growing among the young people, but they both understand that nothing will come to fruition in the current situation that is bound to be more turbulent in the future.
They experienced the helplessness and bitterness of adults prematurely, but in such an era, even Henry Meyer, a sage, could not let the children live the ignorant and impulsive youth they deserve.
"Then goodbye."
"Nobunaga."
The dark-skinned Lamanite sailors shouted slogans and raised the sails, and the cables tied to the dock were untied.
The salty sea breeze blows in your face, and the hot summer sun shines down mercilessly.
The Luoan girl with the light behind her stood beside the high fence at the stern of the ship and turned her head.
Her whole body sparkled in the sun, and even her smile flickered.
"It's great to be alive! Teacher."
