"The first devil crawled out of the worms, and where he passed was covered with bones, and on the third day he tore through hell and fought with the gods. . His chains are inscribed with an eternal curse, and he will be imprisoned until the world is destroyed." The priest stood in the bloody battlefield, looking up at the battle in the sky, and he recited the ancient past in a poetic tone.
Time has passed, a thousand years have passed, but from the current scene, we can see the arrogant shadow of the story at the beginning of the world.
One after another, the blade-like scorching sun rushed out from the wave-like black cloud, and the battle between angels and devils collided the black and white sides of the world, making it dazzling. The keel long sword baptized by the blood of the devil turned into a hideous dark red, and every time it collided with the sword of Seiya in the angel's hand, a strong current burst out, distorting the space it was in.
The sky is like a mirror that is constantly being shattered, full of cracks.
Holy fire and black butterflies, blazing sun and dark clouds.
In such an extremely fierce battlefield, if the devil misses a hand and the angel successfully launches even a small attack on the monarch on the throne, then the king who has given all the authority to the devil will die in an instant. It is hard to imagine how the mortal on the throne would dare to make such a life-and-death choice.
"Kingdom."
The priest watched the devil cut off an angel's sword of Seiya, and then turned around and drove the butterfly to stop the last angel who wanted to take the opportunity to bypass him and kill the king who really had the authority.
The battle is over.
The priest shook his head. Although he was a priest, he showed a kind of indifference to the battle in the sky that a believer should not have. The angel is about to fall, the devout should cry in pain, despair and bewilderment, but he is so indifferent as if the one fighting in the sky is not the favored god he should worship and worship.
The battle on the ground was also drawing to a close. The Holy Army, which far outnumbered Legrand, was slaughtered, and the commanders roared loudly in the chaotic battlefield, trying to stop the collapse but could not do anything.
The priest carried a long box and walked through the chaotic battlefield, looking for Duke West. He deftly avoided the Heroic Knights, and the rest of the ordinary Legrand soldiers seemed to be completely unaware of his passing.
In a low-lying place where the dead were stacked, West shivered and covered himself with the dead bodies, and the Heroic Soul Knights who rode skeleton horses to trample them recklessly shattered his self-confidence, and the fall of the angel made him feel extremely desperate. The only thing to do at this time is to lie down in the mud and ask the Lord to bless them.
He heard the sound of Legrand soldiers approaching, and reached out to grab the broadsword beside him.
"It's me, Mr. Duke."
The priest held a broken gun picked up from the battlefield and blocked Duke West's broadsword. He walked through most of the bloody battlefield, and his priest's robe was still clean.
Duke West stared blankly at the priest who was low-key and silent in his impression, and it was only at this moment that he realized what kind of role Pope The Olde had placed beside him.
"You, are you here to help me?"
He knelt on the ground as if he had caught the last straw, clutching the priest's clothes tightly. The Blasey knights he led were almost lost in this battle, and this battle, which he thought could change his situation, in turn pushed him into the real abyss.
"West... No, His Majesty the Pope sent you to help me, right? I am willing to offer my loyalty to His Majesty!"
The priest patted him on the shoulder, and Duke West involuntarily released his hand.
"Your Majesty has shown mercy to all."
The priest put the box in front of Duke West and opened it.
On one side is a brown wooden bow, the wood used has peculiar natural patterns, and those patterns are like swirls of stars in the night sky. The wooden bow was placed on the dark red satin, but it seemed to be placed in blood. The moment he saw this bow, Duke West only felt as if the screams of the demons were ringing in his ears.
Next to the wooden bow was an arrow made of meteor fragments.
He stretched out his hand uncontrollably and held the wooden bow that exuded a strange aura.
The priest leaned slightly and watched as he grabbed the bow and pressed his face against it with a terrifying frenzy he knew nothing about.
The Bow of Charming Demon, also known as the Bow of Backward Virtue.
This is a bow with a curse and strange colors, it was originally a weapon of the Holy See Inquisition. But its owner, an outstanding judge, used it to kill all the charm monsters in the swamp, the unwilling and resentful soul of the charm monster lodged on the wooden bow, and in turn cursed the tough judge. Finally he betrayed the Holy See by attacking a cardinal with the bow one day.
Since then, the bow has been listed as a "forbidden thing" by the Holy Court and has been put on the shelf. It is said that whoever gets this bow will turn his back on his original position and eventually die in disgrace.
"It's a really good bow, I'd love to try it out."
Duke West murmured, reaching for the arrows in the box.
"Do as you please."
The chaplain said he bowed slightly towards Duke West and left the little depression.
Except for himself and Duke West, no one knew that this episode had occurred on this bloody battlefield.
At the other end of the battlefield, under the hard efforts of Count Rudolph in the rear, a group of Blaisei knights finally reunited. But they have no battle and just want to quickly retreat from this battlefield.
"Where's the duke?"
Some of West's subordinates are commendable for their loyalty, and they also want to find their own masters.
"Look! There!"
Suddenly someone screamed.
"That's... that's the Duke, what is he doing?!"
I saw that in a place full of corpses on the battlefield, Duke West stood up, he held a longbow, and put an ominous arrow on the bowstring.
He aimed... the sky! !
A scene that terrified everyone appeared!
Duke West shot an arrow that contained endless ominousness at the angel in the sky! The arrow came out of the string and went high into the sky. The arrow made of meteorite is like a dark red meteor in everyone's field of vision, dragging a long tail. With mortal eyesight, it was impossible to see whether the arrow hit the angel in the end.
But everything is clear.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, Duke West made an unimaginable act of blasphemy! He launched an attack on the angel of the Holy Lord!
Horses' hooves stepped on the battlefield shaped like a blood swamp, and the sound was thick.
As the priest sent by the Pope to serve as a special envoy in this Holy Army arrived, he looked solemn.
"Gentlemen! A sad thing—" the priest pulled on the reins. "Our trusted Duke of West betrayed us! He's a heretic! He made a deal with hell and betrayed us!"
above the sky.
The world was frozen at the most chaotic and splendid moment, a sea of black clouds and thousands of broken sword-like lights, fiery flames and rushing winds.
The angel whose wings were cut off was hit by the cursed arrows fired by the betrayer, and thousands of black butterflies that flew or gathered their wings drowned him. The last angel rushed to the Throne of Bones at the expense of his comrades, and was about to throw the sword of Seiya at the monarch who had given all his power.
The monarch bowed his head, like contempt or indifference.
The keel long sword pierced through the angel's heart, and the black mist was wrapped around Seiya's sword as if in substance, and it was firmly pulled.
This time, he caught up.
The devil turned his wrist, and the blade shattered the angel's heart.
The golden light exploded, and the angel composed of the blood of the gods and the light dust shattered into countless golden light spots in the air, and they rose like a rain that had been raining for an unknown number of years. This is the ultimate beauty and the ultimate weirdness. The world seems to be about to be broken, and it is also about to Nirvana.
The devil in blood raised his head, and the monarch holding a scepter bowed his head.
Their gaze spanned a thousand years of light and shadow.
The world is huge, like a reunion.