Death Knight

Chapter 70: Chorus

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Sight is distorted, soul is melting. Yanlong's destructive attack was about to destroy Roland, himself and everything else, but even though he clearly understood that he had to give it a go, Shifan's body and the mourning barrier itself did not obey the order of will at all.

As a result, is it still impossible to reach the finish line

But at this moment, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded in the ears of the prayer: "Please don't get lost, Shifan."

That voice was slightly sad, but full of firm tone. The Goddess finally turned her head reflexively, and saw the slender figure standing behind her. Her eyes widened for an instant at the unimaginable sight—

The elf girl on the throne still closed her eyes tightly, but another Oluha stood firmly in front of her. Although the flames from Melikidike were extremely dazzling, the elf did not cast a shadow on the ground, and her body seemed to be translucent, letting the hot wind pass by.

That is... a soul stranded in this world? Shifan judged like this, but then immediately denied the original idea. If Yanlong hadn't lied, the soul of the elf prayer had already dissipated along with the destroyed apostle, not to mention that he didn't feel any power from the Netherworld at this moment, and the image calling his name definitely couldn't be Oluha soul.

"Who are you?"

"The real Oluha is dead. Her soul sank into the sea of Ying, disintegrated and reassembled. But the prayer man left his obsession in this world, because..." The other party turned his gaze to the Roland broke through the defense.

"Until the last moment, Oluha had no chance to say 'I like you' face to face."

"'Like'?" Shifan repeated the word carefully.

For Goddess End who possesses infinite destructive power, that is a very, very delicate word.

"Well, I like it." Oluha nodded earnestly, "Compared with the matter of being about to extract the soul, Oluha is more worried about Roland, because she knows that he will definitely risk his life to save herself. And If you fight Yanlong like this, you will definitely die."

"That's why I was born here. To protect that person."

Is this "like"? The black-haired girl repeated the strong syllable in her heart, subconsciously engraving it in the depths of her memory.

"However, Oluha's obsession alone cannot accomplish such a mission, so please, lend me the power that belongs to God." The slender elf girl approached Shifan, staring at each other with her blue eyes, " As long as you completely release your power, you can definitely... "

"No~! That's impossible..." The black-haired girl shook her head violently, her voice overshadowing the sound of the wind.

For that power is the will to destroy. Although she has been unwilling to admit it, Shifan is actually very clear that the food she cooks is always bland, and she can't build a tree house anyway, and it takes a disproportionate amount of energy to treat wounds. And if it is destroyed, it can be achieved immediately as long as the mind is moved, just like the destruction of Silver Moon City back then.

In the depths of his will, there is a beast of the void that can tear his sanity apart at any time. That seal must not be lifted, otherwise, I would no longer be myself.

"But, you want to save Roland Strife, right?" Oluha asked quietly.

Those words made Shifan raise his head uncontrollably.

"You and I are in the same mood, this is enough." The obsessive image said so, showing a lonely smile.

The next moment, she was already standing side by side with the black-haired girl, like a mirror image reflected, and both of them raised their right hands at the same time with exactly the same movement. Then, amidst the high temperature and strong light raging from the fire element, a longbow woven of ice crystals appeared in Shifan's hands.

The destruction of the boundaries of the Three Realms reappeared the true appearance of the Lord of Fire in the spirit world, but the power of the Goddess could not be increased—because the gods were not pure, but possessed the power of the Three Realms and possessed the characteristics of the Three Realms. Therefore, the imbalance in any world will not be able to free the gods from the shackles of the law. If you want to make the power of Ishutori itself manifest in this world, you need completely different conditions——

obsession.

Because of obsession, eternal kinetic energy can flow in the body of the death knight.

Because of obsession, Olin's sword can be swung at a speed beyond thinking.

But at this moment, because of Oluha's obsession with love, Shifan's open heart, and Roland's awakened promise, Ishutori's will can come to this world.

"This is?" The blond swordsman stopped, staring at his weapon in disbelief.

The metal on the surface of the Excalibur "Frost Lament" has completely faded away, and the real sword body that emerges from it seems to be made of pure ice. , blowing away the flames around the young man.

"Casting in the name of God, fulfilling prayers", the words engraved on the surface of the crystal blade say so.

Oluha longs for power, Shifan manipulates power, and this sword released by Roland has become a channel between the goddess and the world.

The crisp chorus of sword blades vibrating resounded in the air again.

Ishutori's power flowed out from the surface of Frost's Lament, filled every part of the consciousness network, passed to the tip of the gem scepter, and passed to the jewelry carried by the death knight. The enchantment around the body of the body became brighter, and the sharp blades in their hands began to resonate with the frost lamentation, bit after bit of ice blue light ignited on the edge of the weapon, which was as eye-catching as starlight under the envelope of flames and magma .

But under this crimson sky, the most dazzling thing is neither the weapons of the undead, nor the ringing Frost Lament, but the longbow that Shifan and Aoluha raised together—on the exquisite bow ridge made of crystal. , that feathered arrow is gathering a dazzling light—if Melikidike is a sun that cannot be faced face to face, then the arrow that condenses the power of the goddess is the most dazzling star in the night sky.

The bow is only half opened, and the right hand holding the arrow is close to the cheek. Shifan is waiting for an opportunity.

"Get ready." The elf's voice sounded beside the girl's ear.

The praying man pushes the bow with his left hand and lightly pushes the entire longbow to the full. At the moment of life and death, her whole body was stretched to the extreme, and the strings in the girl's heart were probably even tighter than those in her hands, to the point of breaking at the touch of a touch.

"Don't worry, we can definitely stop him, and leave everything to me."

Shi Fan hesitated for a moment, still holding the bow, but slightly closed his eyes.

In the next moment, the flame gathered in Yanlong's throat finally reached a critical mass. The overwhelming power was finally condensed into a strong light, which roared and sprayed out from Melikidike's mouth.

"Shoot~!" Oluha shouted at the same moment. The moment the words came out, Shifan opened his eyes, his eyes were dazzling and compelling, and the feather arrow drew a silvery white light mark, directly hitting the center of the shock wave.

The shock wave that roared like a giant dragon was completely pierced by this light, and the overwhelming flames turned into countless fragments like waves breaking on the reef, and scattered in all directions.

The Feather Arrow's castration remained unabated, and the ray of light that pierced through everything penetrated the left shoulder and left wing of the Crimson King without stagnation. In the next moment, with Melukidik's roar mixed with anger and pain, the part pierced by the power of the goddess exploded, and the flying fireball exploded into powder in an instant, and golden yellow spewed out from the shapeless wound. of blood.

"Damn~! What a hell~!" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yanlong's mouth, "Ishutori's power is obviously impossible to break through the limit, how is this possible? How is this possible? It's just a joke~!"

Shifan didn't answer, and Oluha didn't answer either. The two moved in unison again, drawing the same bow and nodding the same arrow.

The scorching atmosphere cooled rapidly. On the sharp edge of the arrow, a cold light enough to freeze everything gathered again.

"It's fine if you don't want to answer." Yan Long laughed at himself, "Speaking of which, the present world may be too dangerous for a pure person like me." Accompanied by his understatement, that huge body blossomed in an instant Brilliant light gradually transformed into a silhouette woven by flames.

Can't let him escape~! This thought flashed through Roland's mind.

The other death knights had already been blown far away by the hurricane, and the young man was the only one who could get close to the enemy. However, is it possible to stop the mighty flame master with his own strength? Roland was not sure, but he still wanted to try.

The Dark Eagle, who had lost his memory, raised the ice sword in his hand and made a stabbing gesture.

Then, another sword was also raised, and it was also placed in the thrusting position.

Compared with the staunch Frost Lament, the sword was much smaller in size, and the soft blade swayed slightly in the heat wave, making it look extremely weak. However, on the edge of the sword, there is also the power of the ice blue goddess, and in the eyes of the sword holder, there is also a raging flame~!

No words and no need.

In front of the strongest enemy, Roland and Alsace began to adjust their movements naturally. The wrists, elbows, waist and legs, and the whole body began to approach the most perfect charging posture. Although the weapons used are different, although the swordsmanship used is different, and although the boundary between life and death is separated, Yunyao's law makes the movements and eyes of the two fighters get closer and closer.

It's like two notes attracting each other.

One breath, in this breath, the bow is full and the arrow is off the string. With the sharp edge ahead, the warriors and the swords in their hands turned into sharp fangs, rushing towards the only target in front of them.

"Why are you so annoying~! I told you not to play anymore, didn't you hear?" Countless fire snakes sprang up from the Fire King's body, and the fire net weaved aggressively sprinkled on the two tiny mortals.

But with the flawless coordination of the dancers, the attack was completely ineffective. In the blink of an eye, the azure arcs of "Frost Lament" and "Yun Yao" broke through the shackles of the flames.

"Damn it, don't come here~! Don't come here~! Don't come here~! Don't come here~! Don't come here~! Don't come here~!" Melukidick roared, and the sharp corner of his forehead lit up with a scorching light. The blue scythe shot out again, bringing up a huge wave in the air filled with fire elements, covering the two people's bodies covering the sky and the sun.

... five seconds to go.

In just five more seconds, the Crimson King will be able to correct the boundaries distorted by him, and then escape back to the Fire Spirit Realm. However, when the last second was about to pass, the timing tower in Yanlong's heart was destroyed by a tyrannical force from the outside world.

Roland and Alsace had rushed out of the sea of flames. Under the protection of the power of the goddess, the edge of the weapon easily penetrated the barrier of the Fire King. A sword was nailed into Yanlong's left claw, and a sword was nailed into Yanlong's right claw. The ice-blue light immediately spread to the Flame King's body, tightly binding the struggling silhouette of light like a chain. Yanlong, who was about to disappear into nothingness, materialized again, and Melikidique was frozen in the present world.

The Flame Lord gasped for breath, staring straight at the black-haired girl opposite. He has no doubt that Shifan will shoot a sharp arrow capable of erasing everything, but even so, Yanlong still struggles desperately.

The arrow shot out, passed through the raging flames at a speed that could not be caught by the eyes, and nailed to Yanlong's defensive barrier with a "clang". The two huge energies nirilated each other at the point of contact, causing huge ripples one after another in the distorted space, making the magma and the ground under his feet tremble continuously.

However, as time passed, the crimson barrier began to crack, and the ice blue light became brighter and brighter.

"I knew all along that women would only pour water on little boys." Yan Long spat a mouthful of golden blood on the ground. Then, Melikidick's complaints were completely drowned out by the crisp sound of the barrier breaking.

The arrow of God pierced through the head of the Fire King, streaked through the light, and shot through the sky.

Yanlong's huge body began to collapse rapidly, countless sparks shot out from the cracked outline, and then melted into the scorching air. The dome of flames covering the entire misty forest burst into pieces amidst the roar, and the broken pieces became as light as feathers and as transparent as light, and the sparks of the dots were carried high into the blue sky by the wind of Brainas, flying higher and higher , flying farther and farther.

The wind is blowing, and the fragments of Melukidik fly into the sky with the wind, and are scattered in the world.

For a while, the young man could only hear his own heartbeat. Then, through the flying sparks and the hazy fire fog, Roland saw the man on the opposite side, that fearless warrior.

"Have we... have teamed up before?" Roland asked panting.

"That kind of thing, how is it possible." Alsace retracted the Jingwang Sword into its sheath, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

In this way, it is over. Shifan exhaled, subconsciously let go of his unconscious hand. The crystal-woven longbow slowly fell like a feather, the whole body became transparent, and finally melted into nothingness.

His whole body was trembling, as if a sword had penetrated his body; the heat in his body could not be dissipated, as if the flowing blood had turned into hot molten iron. Not only that, but even the consciousness is as heavy as lead - after all, the blow just now surpassed not only the limit of the body, but also the limit of consciousness.

The incredible arrow of fantasy actually shot down the sun-like existence.

The reason why one's consciousness has not been backlashed by the desire to destroy should be due to the relationship between Oluha, right? Thinking of this, Shifan couldn't help turning his head, just in time to see the elf girl staring at Roland, and the blond young man who was also staring at him.

Alsace and Richard just watched this scene from a distance. Faroshidai landed lightly on the griffin with blackened wings. There was nostalgia and hesitation in her eyes, but she finally chose to stand with the dead. They are together—as if there is an invisible barrier between the female swordsman and Roland at this moment.

A wave flashed across the youth's water-colored pupils, and his slightly parted lips hesitated to speak.

As if seeing the other party's mind, Aoluha smiled lonely, looking at it made people feel distressed: "I am not the real Aoluha. The image standing in front of you is just a prayer at the time of death. A wish, an image that exists for protection. And now, that wish has been fulfilled."

"You are Oluha, I know." Unexpectedly, Roland shook his head resolutely.

"But..." The girl's expression became confused for a moment.

"Originally, I should have entrusted myself to the karma of hatred, just like the Dark Eagle did a long time ago, but the chorus of Frost's Lamentation has changed everything." The young man stroked the crystal-like blade, without confusion in his eyes , "The reason why the seal on the sword can be lifted is because of your relationship. And when Ishutori's protection comes to this world, I can also feel your missing from it."

The Dark Eagle, who had lost his memory, slowly walked over and walked up to the girl: "Oluha's mood was indeed conveyed to my heart through prayer. Whether it is the guardian image or the remaining obsession, you and the creation The people who came out of you are the same."

"Is it really the same?" the elf asked cautiously.

"It's the same." Roland replied gently.

"Then... If it's really the same, besides protecting Roland, I have something else I want to say." As if making up her mind, Oluha raised her head.

Time stopped flowing at that moment.

"The rest will be left to you, please take good care of Roland."

Not an expected confession. The elf who was still smiling turned his gaze to Shifan, and said this word by word in a tone of no regrets. Accompanied by those slightly sad words, Oluha's slender figure gradually became transparent, and finally melted into the cold air.

As if it had never existed, all that remained in people's eyes was the petite body soaked in blood on the throne.

I knew from the beginning that it was irreparable, so my mood was calmer than I imagined. Roland subconsciously avoided Shifan's subtle gaze, stepped onto the cold throne, and then gently hugged the elf girl whose body was not yet cold.

"Let's go." Dark Eagle's succinct words put an end to the fierce battle.

Death knights don't need a funeral. When these fearless warriors made a contract with Ishutori, everything about them was tied to their obsession. The sharp blade of the dead is only wielded by his own will and the desire of the goddess. Even if he knows that he wants to fight against the flames of the Lord of Fire, the weapon in his hand will never stop.

The same was true of the eight hundred and sixty-nine death knights who died in the Battle of Brainas. When Meljidek burned his body, their expressions only showed deep regret, but they never showed any fear in their eyes.

But Oluha is different, the elves are always attached to the forest. Therefore, now that the girl cannot be rescued, Roland must at least find a suitable resting place for her.

"The question is, can we really find it?" Alsace said in a low voice, staring blankly at the scene he walked along.

The power of Melikidick caused the entire city of Blainas to disappear from the mainland of Lorendan.

The endless destructive flames wiped out all the scenery in people's field of vision. With the location of the flame master as the center, everything within a radius of dozens of miles was melted by unimaginable high temperature into a flickering glass substance, and then condensed It is an icy plane of basalt, and the outermost layer is a piece of scorched black earth after the magma flowed.

Although all the flame elements have left with the disappearance of the Yanlong, the traces of madness and raging will definitely linger here for a long time. Even after hundreds of years, the misty forest may still not be able to get rid of the current nightmare and return to its former appearance .

"There may be remnants of the forest on the edge." Richard looked at the back of the young man at the forefront of the team and shook his head helplessly.

The reorganized Knights of the Ice Crown have been marching for several hours, but what they have seen is the bare black land, the once lush misty forest, and there is not even a single surviving tree left at this moment.

As a result, even such a thing can't be done? The corner of Roland's mouth twisted into a self-deprecating wry smile.

The next moment, the scene reflected in his line of sight made his eyes widen uncontrollably—in the scorched earth with no end in sight, a large piece of pure white suddenly jumped out, making everyone's consciousness weightless at that moment.

Moonflowers are in full bloom.

The nearby Emerald Lake has been completely evaporated, and there are ugly gullies everywhere after the magma flowed. However, these pure white flowers with complicated and slender structures seem to be completely unaffected, as if they are in a paradise in another world.

As if possessed by a demon, the blond swordsman stumbled over with the elf's corpse in his arms. Under the blowing of the strong wind, the crystal moon flower petals rolled up beside him, stroking the young man's stubborn hair, like snowflakes falling from the sky.

When the simple mound of clothes caught the eyes of the Dark Eagle, Roland felt that the blood in his body froze in an instant.

Actually, I don't recall anything. Because the cold self in the dream had already said that the death knight Roland Strife had completely abandoned the past, and his current body was made of blanks.

But Roland knew the story of the tomb—he once asked Richard out of curiosity. At that time, the tone of the Lich's narration was very flat, so the long past of the paladin Roland and the Star Child may be just a distant story to the reincarnated Roland.

But now, I can really feel that feeling...

An indescribable, heart-wrenching pain.

"Just here." Roland's voice trembled slightly, and his vision began to blur. "I think, if you have Moon Flower and the Origin of Ishutori as your companions, Oluha will definitely not feel lonely."

The young man put down the girl in his arms, drew out his big sword and began to dig up the soil vigorously. No death knight stepped forward to help, Farrow just stroked his necklace quietly, and through those trembling shoulders, Shifan saw tears falling down Dark Eagle's cheek.

Then, a crystal clear snowflake slowly drifted past the eyes of the black-haired girl, and then disappeared in the vast sea of flowers.

"It's snowing even here." Zefelice looked up at the vast sky, "Teacher, could it be a coincidence?"

"Even a sudden climate change will not affect the overlapping areas. If the estimate is correct, I am afraid that Melukidik's will has been destroyed." Mobadi analyzed lightly, "Once the element as the central processor When the king dies, all the elements will be freed from the shackles of the boundary, out of the world and return to their own domain."

"Small fire elements will fuse into large fire elements, and the big fire elements will compete with each other - devour each other or be swallowed by each other. When recombined and fused to a large enough size, a new central mechanism can be formed, that is, a new flame King of the Elements. Although there is no record of the King of Elements being destroyed in the past, according to Kailina's speculation, the whole process will take at least a week."

"Then, the whole world will spend a whole week in the cold winter. I don't know if there will be any difficulties in the orphanage." Even though the temperature was not very low, Nightingale shrank her shoulders subconsciously.

"Melugidek is too proud and confident. If he didn't underestimate the enemy, but was willing to fight with us, he would definitely not become what he is now." The girl analyzed it this way.

The knowledgeable blood clan just shook his head: "No, Zefei. Although Yanlong always looks cynical, he is completely different from what you imagined. Yanlong is already cautious to the point where he is used to concealing his cautiousness in front of his prey That's why he always liked that kind of exaggerated style."

"In other words, he didn't underestimate the enemy?" Nightingale asked.

"That's right, he must have attacked with certainty of victory." Mobadi nodded, "But the final defeat is also an indisputable fact, so..."

"so?"

"I'm afraid something happened beyond the prediction of the King of Elements... a huge mutation." The tone of the blood race was still calm, but his expression revealed an unprecedented seriousness, "It must have happened in the end of Ishutoli, or It was the warrior who guarded her."

"In other words, the next battle will be very difficult." Zefelis concluded - it was the first time the girl saw her adoptive father showing such an expression.

"That's right." Mobadi nodded, patted her on the shoulder, and then turned his attention to the beautiful lake surface scattered with fragments of sunlight. The next moment, the sound of wooden oars paddling broke the conversation between the two. Accompanied by light and delicate beats, a small boat emerged from the mist with its long and smooth body, approaching the shore unhurriedly.

Standing at the bow is also a vampire. Although she is not a rare day walker like Mobadi, she also doesn't care about the sunlight from above her head—

Because this is where the world and the spirit world overlap, and where the legendary star capital is located. In this place, the vampires neither need to be afraid of the burning of the sun, nor need to rely on blood to sustain life. In this place, the forces of the spirit world and the forces of matter maintain a delicate balance. In this place, there lived the legendary prayer who changed the world with his will.

This is why Mobadi came here.

"Ms. Flora has agreed to the meeting request." Another person on the boat said this to the tall vampire. He has brown curly hair and looks about thirty years old. But this is just a false appearance of the effect of the prayer technique, the vicissitudes revealed in the speaker's eyes only recorded his true age.

The man's name was Brandrut Daho, a former royal family of Midland. Hundreds of years ago, when Luvis's army landed on the Lorentan continent and expanded wildly in order to establish the Shinto, the capital of Midland was the first to bear the brunt. That city was later renamed the Holy Capital as it was known, and the king lost his country in doing so.

Of course, despite having similar experiences, Brand Ludt and Mobadi are completely different. The former thinks that his responsibilities have come to an end, so he is honored to be a prayer under the Star Capital, while the latter voluntarily shoulders a heavier burden. responsibility and expose yourself to endless battles.

However, fate finally brought the two kings together.

"This is Elena, the representative of Star Capital, and my predecessor when I learned prayer." The middle-aged man introduced the vampire behind him.

"Please come with me, the guardians are waiting for you." The beautiful vampire took over the conversation succinctly, and then made a "please" gesture.

"I am Mobadi Singweis. She is my daughter, Zefelis." The tall man who was also a member of the Night Clan introduced himself like this.

"Mobadi and Zefelis, nice names." The other party smiled.

Although it has not been determined whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, Elena obviously does not intend to maintain a polite and dull atmosphere during the voyage, so she asked a straightforward question: "Speaking of which, Brand Luddner Your title is 'King', what about yours?"

"Title?" The compatriot's question made Mobadi a little surprised, but he had no reason to refuse to explain, "It's just something set up to achieve the confidentiality function in magical communication or letter transmission, although I have different opinions based on each person's According to the situation, a corresponding plan is proposed, but it is not an appropriate symbol. As for myself, because of the easy-to-identify relationship, I don’t have a title.”

"What a boring answer." Elena curled her lips. "But, if possible, what kind of title would you like to give yourself?"

What kind of title do you want to give yourself? Such a thing, I never thought about it. But maybe it's not the title itself, but because I never considered "what I want".

Facing the obvious temptation of the opponent, Mobadi was at a loss for words for a while.