The girl was also obsessed with that moment.
The rare morning mist drifts over the long-drought land, bringing rain and sweet rain to the fallen branches.
The elder said: If the miracle of giving new life to all things and giving birth to life in the decaying land is the grace of the gods, then there is no need to leave a "rainbow" after the "wind and rain".
Therefore, the elders believe that it is not kindness but mercy, which is forgiveness for the punished trespassers. They live bearing the guilt of their sins, and their faith is their reward.
Gods save all living beings because of their mercy.
Heroes save the world because of their compassion.
Knights guard villages because of their mercy.
They are not asking for nothing, they are intoxicated by the songs of the benefactors.
The girl also longed for such hypocrisy, so on that rainy night, she took in the boy.
"I need someone to take up my mantle."
She knew that it was not kindness, so she asked for "Ode" in a selfish way.
"I need you to carry on my mantle."
Facing the boy who was no longer a boy under her tutelage, the sublime dedication she gave was like the sweetness of the fruits of the autumn harvest, full of temptation. So she no longer held back and chose to give everything to everyone.
"So, why?" The clear voice caught her attention.
She followed the inquirer's line of sight in confusion, and what she saw was——
A young man who is lively but has a dignified manner.
"I want to know the reason why the master granted me sword skills. You have just become the Sword King, and you look so young."
"Young...?" She disagreed with the boy's question, and her answer was just a slight shake of her head.
"So, even so, you still don't plan to go back?" The girl is no longer a girl, and the old friend is no longer the boy he once was.
After being silent, facing the elf swordsman's determined gaze, the 20-year-old magician sighed: "Do you think I don't know anything? Everything Elena does and does is out of her own interests. Her sword is neither great nor noble. Just like that night, this is the answer you will give me but fail to say in the end."
Seeing the old magician's eyes as before, the elf swordsman showed a little surprise in his eyes, but that was all.
The closed eyes gradually opened, and the appearance of the person in front of him seemed to go back to the beginning. Looking at the young man, the Elf Swordsman took a slight breath: "I still remember what you told me that night, The story of the Speer tribe?”
"The Speer people who were cursed by the gods no longer live long, and the same goes for the elves. They believe in the gods, and the gods give them eternal life, but not vice versa. So as a blasphemer, I live with the curse. Despite the appearance He looked young, but he was actually dying. So I was eager to prove it, so I was eager for that kid."
So, she chose to escape.
The elf who was born as a sword king enjoyed the "hymns" of the world. People believed that what she had at that time was not the "wings" she received after praying to the gods, but a heart that wanted to touch the ceiling. , a heart as noble as the moon.
Perhaps so, even she herself thought so for a while.
But that was too far a distant memory for her.
She wanted to fly to the sky, she wanted to continue tracing back, but what greeted her was falling.
A feeling of falling, falling, sinking that seems to never end.
--abyss.
--dark.
--swirl.
Falling, falling, falling, falling - like a shooting star, the specious feeling made her sink.
But she knew not to indulge in this feeling.
We can't just fall like this, we can't just fall like this.
You have to capture the feeling of moving forward on your own volition.
"That is the past of mankind, but it is not your future. At least your end will not be now."
That was not a memory that was so far away that it had been forgotten. What was so close to her ears was a human voice that was all too familiar to her.
Her loose hair was swaying in the wind, her magic power was exhausted, and her limbs were too stiff to move. Although there was still pain everywhere in her body, the softness beneath her body brought her a touch of warmth.
With his slightly opened eyes, he witnessed the severed past as the broken sword rain spread across the sky like meteors, streaking across the sky with green "tail flames". Witnessing the courage to move forward as the eagle soared into the sky, spread her wings and soared into the sky carrying her ideals.
She was obsessed with that moment because at that moment she touched the zenith.
Maybe that's just the wishful thinking of romantics, but being able to be satisfied above that is her long-cherished wish.
"So I should have known that you wouldn't leave us so easily." With a heartfelt voice of satisfaction, Elena's smile bloomed like a flower.
It was a smile without any regret or haze, like a dazzling light.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, my friend - Bretoric."
…
The truth of the Shenxiang War is not a three-legged war between the gods, among which the New God is an exception.
The human race does not believe in gods, they are self-reliant; they do not rely on magic, they thrive through science and technology.
One day, the gods discovered that human beings' technological power had unknowingly reached a level that even they could not ignore, so a "Hongmen Banquet" planned by the gods was born.
But they never expected that this "banquet" was originally intended to consolidate the status of gods and suppress human technology. It will become the trigger for the human race to resist the oppression of the gods.
Therefore, the truth of the Shenxiang War is the desperate resistance of mankind in the face of the powerful alliance between the modern gods and the ancient gods.
The outcome of the war was undoubtedly a victory for the gods, a fact that the sages should be all too familiar with. However, when Barong brought the sealed "taboo" to Him again, even the sages who had traveled through the ages would inevitably have doubts.
It was the sword intention that was compressed into the form of a bullet based on the flow of water thoughts. Even if it receives an extremely fast initial acceleration due to the pressure of the mechanical spring, its power is still no different than hitting a stone with an egg when compared with the sage's defense.
Looking at the bullet shells shattered in front of him, the destructive power was so different from what he remembered, which made the sage feel like he was being played and felt inexplicably angry.
This is the first time that He has shown his emotions in a more obvious way, and this plays into Baron's hands.
At the cost of being hit in the chest by the Sage's punch, Barong got away from the Sage. While flying upside down, he manipulated the ice to create a heavy cannon. After quickly loading the ammunition composed of flame and thunder magic, Then he fired suddenly at the sage.
The sage's raised hand easily crushed the two-element compressed cannonball, but before the scattered dust flames could settle, Artolis, who was holding a spiritual sword in each hand, immediately came from his side. Fight your way out.
His eyes swept across the determined girl, and the sage immediately stamped her foot on the ground, causing a terrifying wave of air that forced Atoris' attack to turn into defense.
The two swords held in front of her chest shattered under the impact of the air waves, and the sage's sudden figure also entered Artolis' field of vision in the next second.
No, that's just an afterimage!
When Atoris realized that she had been tricked, she looked sideways and saw that the sage had already appeared in front of Barong.
This time, He did not choose to pursue Atoris, but went straight to Huanglong to lock Barong's throat.
However, he had already been treated like this by the sage when we first met him. How could he let Barong do this now that he had scored twice?
The earth-attributed magic pulled up a high wall from the ground to block the gap between the two. Seeing this, the sage did not hesitate. While punching the stone wall suddenly, he also pulled out a spiritual sword on the ground.
The fist wind easily shattered the high wall in front of him, and the sword that followed directly pointed at Barong's eyebrows and pierced it. At the same time, the eight wings behind the sage also took action, turning into Chilian to block Balong. The dragon's movements, its sharpness suddenly hit Balong's eyes from eight directions.
However, he had already planned it!
The spring gun that had previously fired a shot had been reloaded before this. His sharp sight locked on the position where the sage broke through, and he used the high wall to block his sight to avoid the pre-reading of the Eye of God.
Baron's mind quickly calculated the coming offensive. At the moment when he fired with his right hand, the heavy cannon in his left hand turned into a long gun. With the help of the Thunder Sword Rider's "Glimpse" skill, he ignored the back swing of the movement and raised the tip of the gun to fly towards the bullet. The direction was pushed out brazenly.
So when the sage broke through the stone wall, what he faced was not Barong's flawless figure.
The bullet formed by the sword was rear-ended by the sharp spear point, and its center was broken into eight petals by the tip of the spear, accurately scattering the wings that were chopped from the surroundings. The sword light that burst out from the Wujin sword was intercepted by the spear that followed closely in the next second and its momentum continued unabated.
"Unparalleled Fugaku - broken!"
