No one knows how the brave man was resurrected.
In other words, except for small-scale circulation, most people don't even know that the brave man has suffered such a terrible injury. But fortunately, this crisis lasted only a short time. Soon, after Tariq's power was completely transferred to Twelve Hours, the brave man recovered.
"Yeah···"
Zhou Li half-opened his eyes, and the golden sunlight shone on his body through the glass, but it couldn't bring any warmth. He looked at Tia's jewel-like eyes, which seemed to be smiling, but the curvature of the corners of her mouth could not be seen.
"My father now takes a back seat and is in charge of Tariq's finances."
Tiya held Zhou Li's hand tightly, she was too afraid of losing him. She felt that as long as she let go of her hand, Zhou Li would disappear in front of her again, letting her experience those dark days.
"Huh~"
Zhou Li, who was gradually recovering, felt a touch of sadness and numbness. If he had not overestimated his abilities and wanted to use his "wisdom" to challenge the gods, perhaps none of this would have happened.
He personally killed Futaba and Carrie and destroyed the Kingdom of Hades. The cause of everything is my ridiculous obsession and plan. And now, in order to save himself, Herinen even gave up the plan he had been planning for decades and handed the power back to the gods.
Ridiculous, ignorant, and arrogant.
Zhou Li...you are stupider than the stupidest person in the world.
Slowly closing his eyes, Zhou Li felt the touch of the girl's body temperature transmitted from his palms. This was his only relief.
"Sister Eluma is dealing with the matter of Twelve Moments and Tariq."
Her expression was a little depressed, but Tiya tried her best to hide this emotion, "With the supervision of the divine envoy, Twelve Moments did not completely control Tariq, but made certain concessions. But Sister Eluma is not good at it. Politics, so now she comes home and reads it all night every day.”
As if she felt that saying this would make Zhou Li even more uncomfortable, Tiya quickly stopped the topic, stretched out her hand, rubbed Zhou Li's eyebrows, and said softly: "But it doesn't matter, I still have a brother who will help Eluma My sister, Zhou Li, please take a good rest and we will try our best again after you fully recover."
"good."
Zhou Li found that his voice was hoarse than ever before. He wanted to reassure Tiya, but he understood that no one could feel at ease in this situation.
Eluma's absence here does not mean that she does not care about him. On the contrary, it means that the situation has become so bad that even Eluma has to come forward in person and cannot spare time to visit him.
Hope so.
"Let's go back."
Zhou Li gently shook the girl's hand. The sunlight on his fingertips made him feel itchy like a bug. He looked at Tiya and said softly: "I can just rest by myself. You can go back first. Don't be tired." To myself.”
"I'm not tired at all."
Shaking her head, Tia forced a bright smile. She didn't want Zhou Li to see her fatigue and weakness. In Tiya's eyes, everything was fine, everything was fine...
"have a rest."
Zhou Li stretched out his hand and touched her face gently. Looking at the tiredness that could not be concealed in those originally bright and brilliant eyes, Zhou Li said calmly: "You are safe here with me."
Tia was stunned.
Biting her lip slightly, Tiya resisted the sourness in her eyes and slowly leaned over to lie beside Zhou Li. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. She shrugged her shoulders and tried her best not to let Zhou Li see her sadness.
But when Zhou Li's hand gently stroked her long hair, Tiya finally couldn't help it. She lay on Zhou Li's body, her crystal tears hitting the sheets, causing water stains. She whimpered and couldn't say anything, but she said everything.
"I'm back."
Zhou Li looked at the sunset outside the window and simply repeated these four words, but the sadness in Tiya's heart gradually healed.
This also indicates that the brave man has returned to the sight of the gods.
From that day on, Zhou Li was not as happy as before. He began to pursue becoming stronger, or in other words, he seemed to be looking for something.
Eluma didn't ask him what happened, because when her eyes like clear lake water reflected Zhou Li's pleading eyes, she knew everything. Just an ordinary hug made this brave man who gritted his teeth and held on even when he was about to die, wailing regardless of any image.
That day eventually became Zhou Li's eternal nightmare. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see the civilians who fell under his sword, the mothers who sacrificed their lives for their children to escape, and them.
This kept Zhou Li unable to sleep for a long time, until Eluma noticed this and would sit next to Zhou Li silently every night. She said she wanted a quiet environment to read, but she allowed Zhou Li to sleep peacefully at night.
These days are slow and fast. Slowly, because everything kept reappearing in Zhou Li's mind, and he would always return to that day when blood and night were condensed.
Fast, because that day came too quickly.
When did the Demon King appear?
It seems that I can't remember clearly.
Zhou Li only remembered that when the white-haired devil appeared on the horizon, his heart seemed to be clenched by an invisible force. His breathing and thoughts froze for a moment, and even his soul trembled.
Around her, there were no longer scattered ordinary demons that looked like upgrade packages. She seems to be tired of this kind of playing house game where you come and go, and she is also tired of this tacit understanding.
What she wants is pure destruction.
The moment the Demon King appeared, the gods disappeared from this world. The prayers of believers have become meaningless babble, and the once sacred vessels have become scrap metal. Twelve Moments lost its proud power as a divine envoy. Overnight, Twelve Moments, which originally controlled the world, became the most vulnerable line of defense.
In just one day, Tariq's City of Twelve Hours fell. Twelve towers of gods were torn down, and 670,000 church members were slaughtered.
It is also this day that reminds people of the fear of being dominated by disaster.
Disasters are never trivial battles. Throughout Gaia's history, disasters have represented ultimate and pure destruction.
Human beings are the only ones who can hold up a shield in this wave of destruction.
Unfortunately, it's not enough, far from enough.
When the bloody night spread across Tariq's capital city-state, when the most precious infinite energy in human history was crushed, people truly realized that the disaster had just begun.
"It's over, hero."
In the small town of Delta, a hill with piled heads exuded a frightening aura like the evil in this world. The landlady, the street vendors, and the lovely children who had helped Zhou Li all died at this moment in the most painful ways.
Looking down at Zhou Li who had his right shoulder crushed and whose legs could no longer move but still raised his sword, the eyes of the demon named Torea revealed madness and evil that did not belong to her.
"I'm alive."
Every gasp was a test for Zhou Li, whose lungs were punctured. He was trembling, but he forced himself not to fall to the ground. Looking at the terrifying wave of demons in front of him, he slowly raised his sword and roared hoarsely:
"I'm alive!"
"madness."
Torea's eyes were filled with disdain and an unbridled desire to kill. She slowly raised a bone knife and placed it on Zhou Li's neck. Looking at the young man whose armor had been shattered, a cold and murderous voice sounded.
"If you disobey your destiny, you will definitely die."
The moment he finished speaking, the bone knife in Torea's hand suddenly stopped. But this brief stagnation did not reduce the sharpness of the blade by half. With the sound of flesh and bone being separated, Zhou Li's throat was directly cut off.
The surging blood spurted out, dyeing Torea's white dress crimson. Under the dark night sky, the ferocious demon cheered for its easy victory. The woman stood on the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, looking indifferently at the brave man who fell on the ground.
At this moment, the world began to tremble.
"destiny···"
Feeling the loss of life in his body, Zhou Li felt that his thoughts had gradually begun to empty out. He began to realize that he was going to die.
Death, a distant but familiar word.
In his last life, he died by a ridiculous knife. No one knows why he was so unlucky to encounter a funny robbery show. Obviously he just stretched out his foot and tripped the stupid thief, but the blade pierced his heart.
In this life, his death may be heroic.
He died at the hands of the demon leader and died at his initial place in the new world. Before dying, he also sent his beloved girl and best comrade away from here. One person stood in the way of the tide of demons for five minutes.
If there is another life, I hope I can have a good destiny.
This damn fate...
Are you willing?
Not willing to give in.
Very unwilling.
His consciousness began to sink in the endless darkness, Zhou Li listened to the man's voice, and his voice gradually became trance-like.
I am not willing to give in, and I cannot be willing to give in.
I am only twenty-five. I have not yet tasted the delicacies of the Three Eastern Courts. I have not yet trained as a Paladin to perform the Holy Slash. I have not yet had a good look at the scenery of the Gaia world. I have not been able to finish shopping with Tiya. The whole tariq.
I haven't told her yet that I love her, really love her. The moment I was haunted by nightmares, she held my hand, put it against my forehead, and told me that the divine messenger would always accompany the brave, I fell in love with her completely.
I haven't done anything yet. I am a brave man and the hope of this world... I don't want to die.
I can't die.
Are brave men really so important to this world? Zhou Li, maybe if you die, this world will be saved.
I can not be reconciled.
Are you not willing to give in? But the brave man wants to save the world. Even if you don't like it, agree with it. If you could die and gain the hope of this world, wouldn't you do that?
I won't.
Why?
I said, I am not willing! I don’t want to die, I don’t want Eluma to face the disaster alone, I don’t want Tia to lose her best friend, and I don’t want me to die so funny because I failed to fulfill my duty as a hero!
But if you die, maybe the gods will save you, and maybe the world will survive.
Put all your hopes in God? I would rather lead everyone to face the disaster and die a heroic death! At least, that would allow the world of Gaia to retain its last bit of dignity.
"That's right."
Chonghuang, Zhou Changan. He stood at the other end of the light, stared at the young man suspended on the Rainbow Bridge, and said softly: "Don't place your hopes on illusory gods, have a strong will to survive, and face your own heart. Zhou Li, you deserve to live." "
“To finish what we all have left unfinished.”
His eyes are filled with flowing clouds, and he is clothed in the sky. The blue-haired man stretched out his hand and placed the feathers of the blue-winged eagle, which symbolized the sky and freedom, next to the sleeping Zhou Li.
The brave man in the sky gazed upon his last successor and bestowed upon him the blessing of a free heart.
Vines full of life linger around the girl's fingertips, and the green robe is elegant and mysterious. The scepter symbolizing life reflected a warm halo, and pure vitality gradually spread into Zhou Li's body and began to repair every inch of his body.
The brave man of life leaned down and gently touched the young man's forehead. She bestows immortal life on the brave, making him strong enough to fight against every scythe of death.
Finally, the gentle man who took off his dazzling armor came to Zhou Li's side. He placed this armor that contained heroes and heroic spirits next to Zhou Li. Zhou Changan looked at Zhou Li, whose brows were slightly similar to his own, and sighed lightly, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
The noble hero puts the armor on his successor, granting the hero the right to awaken the Hall of Valor. It is also the only key that allows the brave to open the door of the soul and see the three of them.
"I placed my hopes on illusory gods, and in the end, my family and I died from a divine disaster."
The son of the sky who defeated the Twilight of the Gods but died because of the gods, Ao Yu looked at his broken wings, his eyes full of sorrow and regret.
"I chose to die for the world, but I got a late tragedy."
The son of life who prevented the reversal of elements and recast the law with his own power, Aibo removed the vines, revealing his white arms engraved with the collapse of heaven and earth, and his words were filled with meaningful sadness.
"I have never been able to face my own heart. In the end, I gave up everything, but I just left the disaster to you instead of restoring peace to the world."
Emperor Chong stretched out his hand and gently wiped away a trace of dust from Zhou Li's eyebrows. Looking at the sleeping "junior", he bent down, picked up the young man, and slowly placed him on the long boat leading to death and reality.
"The door to this world has been opened."
Holding a scythe, the skeleton's skull was beating with white flames, but it was covered with a layer of crazy purple evil and slowly walked out. Katz looked at the young man sleeping in the long boat, surrounded by feathers, flowers and armor, and stretched out his bony fingers. He pointed to the outer corridor of the Quiet Place, the human world filled with blood, and the voice seemed to come from another dimension, ethereal and hoarse.
"Let him return."
"Return the brave to Gaia."
Beside the door of this world, Gaia, wearing a long white dress, quietly placed her hand on the edge of the door. She looked at her former enemies with nothing but high respect in her eyes.
"In the name of Gaia."
"I pay my highest respect to all the heroic spirits."
Three brave men, a god, and the will of the world.
Their eyes fell on the young man floating on the dead river. The dead water was quiet and deep, just like the future they created, invisible and unpredictable. But when the boat carrying the young man passed through the dead river, an insignificant light came into their eyes.
“Best wishes to the fire we have lit.”
