Death Knight

Chapter 73: born (1)

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The huge echo of the explosion echoed in the mountains of Yahewei, and it could not be dissipated for a long time. Platinum-like brilliance erupted from the deepest part of the valley, like a spring of light gushing out, illuminating the vast mountains and the blue sky for a moment.

The leader of this war, Mobadi Singweis, stood at the top of the world tree, watching all this happen quietly. Facing the scorching light, those jewel-like pupils didn't even blink, as if they wanted to imprint every second in their minds.

When everything returned to tranquility, the blood race turned around and once again stared blankly at the Temple of Soul opposite.

This is the center of the World Tree Crown.

In the Dawn of God eight years ago, the square in the air under the feet of the vampire was once blooming with a sea of flowers, where Ishutori told the whole truth to his Olin, where the death knight sacrificed his life for the guardian goddess. But at this moment, the square seemed empty, standing in front of Mobadi's eyes, only the Palace of Souls with its doors locked.

The blood race once tried to break down the gate with the Holy Cross Sword, but finally found that this behavior was futile-the target was right in front of them, but the long sword in their hands would never be able to cut through it-if the Holy Cross Sword "farewell" could cut through All weapons, then this building is an existence that transcends everything.

The only one who can touch this door is Ishutori Momo, the girl named Shifan.

However, when the door is opened, what kind of ending is waiting for this world? Is it complete destruction or inheritance rebirth? Is it a disorderly arrangement or the control of fate? Is it the will of mortals or the will of God? Why even Ishutori himself didn't know.

It was this kind of uncertainty that became his eternal reason to swing his sword; it was this kind of uncertainty that forced him to betray his goddess; source.

There is no way to turn back. No, for the holder of the Holy Cross Sword, such a branch would not be considered at all.

Correcting the world that relies on the gods is the only choice.

The roar of the giant dragon brought Mobadi back to reality from his brief trance, and the troops led by Klaferig had swooped down from the hidden clouds, like a black waterfall falling from the sky, heading straight for the crown of the world tree. The shadow dragon perched on a thick branch immediately rose into the sky, entangled with an equally huge opponent, followed by violent collisions between bodies, crazily tearing claws, savage roars of dragon teeth, and cruel and merciless mutual zero-distance spray .

The broad emerald-colored leaves were dyed bright red by the bright dragon blood, and the crown of the immortal tree trembled slightly in the fight of the giant dragon, but although the battle was thrilling, it could not attract Mobadi's attention at all

In the pupils of the blood gem, there are only those burning wings.

The crimson phoenix was particularly eye-catching in the chaotic battle, but none of the shadow dragons had the ability to catch up to or stop the flames from the phoenix's tail. That beautiful big bird folded its broad wings and shuttled through the criss-crossing branches at an incredible speed, like a dazzling meteor passing through the darkness, falling straight down from the zenith.

In the next instant, a tide of flames suddenly rose from the square in the air, and a hurricane wrapped in a heat wave swept across the entire square.

Mobadi did not dodge, a faint water-colored film appeared around his body, and the wind of flames immediately extinguished the moment it touched the wall, and there was not even a spark left.

"Your last avatar has come, in order to fulfill your wish." The holder of the Holy Cross Sword took a last look at the Temple of Soul, and then said to the invisible goddess, "Now, it is also me who fulfills my wish." It's time for duty." He said, saluted the knight with the cold weapon in his hand, and then strode towards the center of the hurricane of flames.

The end of Ishutori and her guardian are in front of her eyes, but compared with last time, there are some subtle differences - the sword, and their eyes - the great sword that was originally lingering with the breath of death is now like a crystal Shining with azure brilliance; the pupils that originally concealed confusion were full of confidence and determination at the moment.

It was because of this change that he was able to defeat the Crimson King, Melkidick, right

Even for Yunyao's master-level fighters, the combination of defeating the master of flames is an extreme test, but... these alone are absolutely unable to defeat themselves.

The oath blessed on the holy cross sword has lasted for hundreds of years, and countless victims have accumulated on the road he walked. With the support of such shackles and obsession, Mobadi Singweis does not allow failure.

"Now that you have awakened, you should be able to fight without any confusion." There was no extra words, the cold light condensed in the sapphire gradually climbed to the top of the sword, and the sound of "farewell" waited for the arrival of the battle.

The vampire approached very slowly, but there was a faint and powerful force following him. In the distance, his black cloak fluttered gently, as if covering Mobadi's whole body in a layer of misty black clouds.

Sensing the strong pressure from the opponent, Roland made a stabbing posture: "Come on~!"

The edge of Shuang Wai's sword touched the ground slightly, and the eyes of the sword holder did not have any confusion.

The blood race stepped into the ground, and the entire square in the sky shook with an unimaginable force, and countless bricks burst out of the cracked ground. Riding the scattered fragments like a torrential rain, the holy cross sword drew a shining semicircle in the air.

Mobadi took the lead in launching the attack.

There was no need to test or reserve strength, and the two sides were fully engaged in combat from the beginning. Every collision between Frost Lament and Farewell brought forth a large amount of sparks of magic power, and then, the stream of light pouring out from the sword body brutally ran over the whole body of the sword holder, causing their body and soul to scream together.

The blades slashed at each other at a speed that the naked eye couldn't catch, and the two sides in the battle also traveled around the entire world tree crown. From time to time, a giant dragon was taken by the sharp slash, and then a part of its body was immediately cut off. Not only that, even the immortal branches and leaves themselves were caught in the violent sword wind and fell from heights one after another.

The scorching sparks and jumping with afterimages dazzled the spectators, but Shifan could perceive the current situation from the vibration of the prayer technique—Roland in the shadow of the sword seemed to be under the pressure of a mountain —The Dark Eagle is still at a disadvantage, and the rhythm of the battle is firmly controlled by the vampire.

A cold light suddenly flashed across the eyes of the black-haired girl, and nailed into the ground of the square with a crisp sound. When she saw clearly what it was, her pupils couldn't help but froze for a moment - what was nailed into the ground was a piece of azure crystal like pieces - pieces of Frost Lamentation.

How is it possible~!

Something must be done, otherwise death awaits at the end. But what to do? My own power has been completely withdrawn from the consciousness network, and now all of it is exerted on Roland's defense and attack. If Mobadi cannot be defeated by this, then what else can be done

If you completely unleash your power, maybe...

But this time, he won't be accompanied by Oluha's obsession. Can he really control the beast that devours reason and consciousness by himself

The dull sound brought Shifan's attention back to reality—Roland was knocked back to the square in the air by the violent impact of the sword fight, and crashed into the hard ground.

Without any time to breathe, before the splashed rubble landed on the ground, the Dark Eagle jumped up and blocked the second sword that followed. Bright magic light splashed between the two weapons, and the faces of Roland and Mobadi flashed away in the sparks, and then the vampire leaped back, ending the first round of confrontation.

Roland's whole body was covered with sword marks, and blood flowed out from the tiny wounds, which looked terrifying.

"So, even with the help of prayer, you still can't reach the highest level of Yunyao." The vampire rarely commented on the other party in a warrior's tone, "Although it seems to be faster than me in terms of speed, it's still a It's just a meaningless reflex."

"What did you say~!?" Dark Eagle looked at the enemy coldly.

"The meaning of 'Yunyao' is to get rid of conditioned reflex actions in battle, so that fighters can still retain the ability to think in lightning-like attacks. Unfortunately, when you increase the speed to the extreme beyond the speed of sound, it seems Once again the thinking fell behind and the result was once again a quick attack."

"Although you may think that you are making a judgment with 'thinking', in fact, before that, your body has already made a conclusion, and 'thinking' is just acknowledging and accepting all this afterwards." Mobadi once again Putting the cross sword in front of his chest, he forced it over, "After all, you are two people, and it is impossible to achieve perfect coordination, so it is absolutely impossible to defeat me."

The ice-cold sword shadow reflected in the pupils of those gemstones, clearly expressing the determination to end everything.

How to do? Roland asked himself anxiously, but there was no answer at all. The opponent's strength was indeed superior to his own, and there was no possibility of shrinking.

At this moment, the familiar sweet voice rang in the mind of the guardian of the end.

I have decided, Roland, that I must release all my power. Not just for this battle, but also for a real choice to be made.

Shi Fan

If you can't face yourself rightly, it's impossible to open that door. Are you willing to believe me

The corners of Roland's mouth rose slightly.

certainly.

Then, please be my sword.

The next moment, the distant sound of the piano entered the Dark Eagle's consciousness. As if something erupted in his heart, the whirlwind-like silence blocked Roland's sight and hearing for an instant. Accompanied by the melody of heaven, Roland and his sword, whose eyes radiated dark blue light, took a deadly dance together.

The black figure merged with the giant sword reflecting the cold light, turning into a shining bright line, which penetrated the entire square in front of Shifan in an instant. The space vibrated violently, amidst the roar, even the cold air roared frantically as if boiling.

Driven by the power of gods, and carried by the god Orin, it is a resonant sword capable of destroying everything.

Just like when the Ice Crown launched a long time ago, when the original attack ended, Roland could only rely on Frost Lament to maintain his balance. His skin was dark purple due to the rupture of a large number of capillaries, and his joints were congested due to the strong impact.

but-

When the Dark Eagle raised his head, he suddenly found that those jewel-like pupils were still looking directly at him~!

As a mortal, Mobadi Singweis completely defended against Ishutori's attack~!

What~!

It was only a moment of blank thinking, but it was enough for the users of Yunyao to decide the winner. The vampire, recovering from the violent impact, kicked Roland violently. And the moment the young man landed on the ground, the sword's edge shining with cold light had already slashed towards him.

The Dark Eagle, who lost his balance, tried to fight back with his sword, but it was useless. Mobadi had already rushed into the distance between the two of them. The sword wind rolled up by the holy cross sword twisted the opponent's arms to pieces, and the heavy frost was blown several meters away by the sword wind. Before the loser had time to feel fear, helplessness, or any other emotion, the sword had already been inserted from Roland's mouth and pierced through the back of his head.

The next moment, Mobadi's eyes lit up, and his left hand released an extremely strong punch like a battering ram. The powerful impact shattered the flesh inside the armor in an instant, and then the long sword in the right hand swung violently, tearing Roland's head and half of the spine away from the fragmented body. Blood spurted out of his neck like a fountain, rising several meters high.

Winning or losing is only a split-second result.

"Liar..." Staring blankly at the scene of absolute disbelief, Shifan murmured in a low voice, as if completely forgetting that the terrifying enemy was in front of him, "This is impossible, absolutely impossible, Roland will not die... Absolutely not…”

Ignoring the other party's heartbroken sobs, Mobadi shot out again like a bursting spark. The tall figure flew past the corpses and rubble, and the long sword pointed directly at the girl's eyebrows.

A pair of flame wings suddenly unfolded from Shifan's back, and every feather on them was an extremely sharp blade. Under the reflection of the flying sparks, the pair of wings wrapped in death is reflecting a dazzling light—maybe it is an unconscious defense, maybe it is driven by anger, maybe it is the embodiment of hatred.

But in front of the guardians who have been sticking to their responsibilities for hundreds of years, what is the prayer technique born of emotion

The twinkling cross sword cut off the pair of flame wings~! The Holy Cross continued to advance without stopping, drawing a dazzling line in the air. This sword sliced off half of Shifan's head, his slender body trembled, and he collapsed silently on the square, with bright red blood and gray brains spilling all over the floor.

Time seemed to freeze in an instant, only the sound of the other half of the head landing was clearly audible.

Mobadi stood firmly, the holy cross sword was still emitting a cold brilliance as it was when it was unsheathed. The victor collected himself, then turned around cautiously to confirm the result.

That's right, I have indeed killed Ishutori's End, and indeed destroyed her soul. Ishutori will not be able to become a perfect body.

"Then, that's it, everything is over." The guardian of the world let out a long breath, showing a relieved and tired expression.

The heavy burden on his shoulders was over in an instant, and even a man who had gone through countless winds and frosts felt as if his whole body was exhausted. But a few seconds later, Mobadi forced himself to regain his spirits—because the spiral would continue. New goddesses will still be born, and one of them will still want to be perfect. Therefore, before mortals completely forget about God, the holy cross sword in their hands cannot be stopped.

Although the end of Ishutori has been erased, the finishing work is quite troublesome. With most of his subordinates killed in battle, he must properly handle the turmoil among the major forces and continue to exist as the vice president of the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce.

Only this time, General Baifeng would not accompany him.

The blood clan still looked down at the battlefield expressionlessly, but their backs seemed a little silent.

While Mobadi was struggling between memory and rationality, the atmosphere around him changed subtly in an instant, and a strange sense of crisis permeated his five sense organs, making his body and mind inexplicably tense.

In the next moment, a sword light burst into the air without warning, and the aroused air seemed to have cut Mobadi's cheek. For the first time in his life, the blood race who had experienced countless battles felt death coming so fiercely through the air, and in shock, he quickly raised his sword to block it.

The cold light flashed by, the offense and defense were only between the gaps, the vampire had no time to see with his eyes and just defended instinctively. A sound of gold and iron clashing pierced his eardrums, and then, the cold blood belonging to the undead raised a three-foot-high red mist in the air.

Although he held the vital point at the last moment, the sharp blade bit into Mobadi's shoulder ruthlessly, and the scarlet color flowed on the almost transparent sword body, freezing the flowing time again.

Only this time the position was completely reversed.

How can this be? Mobadi's eyes widened in disbelief.

Roland Strife was actually standing in front of him, the Frost Lament in his hand carried a threatening icy aura. And behind the Dark Eagle stood the end of Ishutori. The girl's emerald pupils happened to meet the vampire's gemstone pupils at this moment, and the clear and resolute eyes made Mobadi's will shake uncontrollably.

I have clearly killed these two people, why~!

"It's the power of prayer." As if seeing through the doubts of the enemy, the black-haired girl replied lightly.

phantom? Since when did you fall into it? The blood race pushed away the big sword embedded in his shoulder with all his strength, and then reluctantly put on a defensive posture. I am currently on the edge of the square in the air, which means that I have indeed resisted the sword of resonance driven by Ishutori~!

Was that blow just a decoy

The situation was obviously beyond his control, and when he realized this, Mobadi's expression had also returned to calm.

The so-called top fighters not only refer to the strong who can control everything in their hands most of the time, but also those who can still deal with the situation calmly and turn things around when the situation exceeds the prediction.

The little cold star condensed on the blade gradually dimmed, and the azure light surged again from the Kailina sapphire—in order to avoid falling into the illusion of prayer again, Mobadi gave up the attack and turned to a defensive posture—if the The power in Kailina's amulet is all used to affirm self-awareness, even if it is the end of Ishutori, it is impossible to succeed again.

"It's useless~!" Roland watched the change of the Holy Cross sword coldly.

The blood race didn't answer, his sword was the answer. Before the Dark Eagle finished speaking, "Farewell" had already slashed out, skimmed the ground together with its master, and shot at the target in his eyes. This was a perfect stab, but it was meaningless—because the holy cross sword couldn't hit the target at all, no matter how Mobadi ran, the distance between him and the opponent didn't change.

Falling into hallucinations again~!

Before he had time to reflect on what went wrong, the great sword in Roland's hand had already shed a large arc of light. The sword wind brought up by the collision of "Farewell" and "Frost Lamentation" once again completely enveloped the owners of the two swords. Same as last time, Mobadi tried to grasp the rhythm of Yunyao's fast attack and steer the situation in a direction favorable to him, but in the next moment, his counterattack suddenly fell through~!

The holy cross sword was completely missed.

The next moment, Roland's pupils burst into raging flames, and the great sword in his hand pierced out like lightning, at a speed beyond Beifeng's reach.

Frost Lament pierced the vampire's body from the front.

The two users of Yunyao collided heavily, and due to the huge inertia, the two of them slid over a distance of tens of meters on the square in the air, and finally stopped. From Shifan's point of view, the sworn enemies seem to be embracing, but the bright frost has protruded from the back of Mobadi's spine, and the bloody ice crystal blade is particularly dazzling.

The holder of the Holy Cross Sword finally realized what had happened. He looked at Roland, whose head was pressed against his shoulder, and their eyes met: "Or... the power of prayer?"

"That's right, this isn't my victory." The youth's water-colored pupils shone brightly, "It's Shifan and Ishutoli's victory."

Looking at the defeated opponent, the Dark Eagle slowly drew out the big sword. The cold and viscous blood spurted out from Mobadi's chest, like a red flame, burning outside the body of the vampire, on the square, on the sword On the edge, anywhere. Without the support of the enemy, the vampire only felt that his knees were weak, and he fell to his knees all at once.

Roland avoided consciously, and so did Shifan. In this way, the object of the holy cross sword kneeling is not himself, but the endless peaks seen from the top of the world tree.

"The power of 'End Moment' can be countered by another 'End Moment'...but now...why?" Mobadi asked subconsciously as he looked at the gemstone inlaid on the tsuba in puzzlement.

"Because the last power left by the goddess in the human world has been awakened, and now I am no longer Doomsday, but a part of Ishutori." The black-haired girl replied, and there was a kind of warmth in the emerald-colored eyes. The liquid flows slowly, exuding a soft brilliance that would overshadow any gemstone.

Mobadi gritted his teeth and threw the sword in his hand with the last of his strength. The shining blade pierced through the stagnant air, across the entire square in an instant, and shot directly at Shifan's eyebrows.

The black-haired girl raised her slender arms slightly, and in front of her beautiful fingertips, the holy cross sword that condensed all of Kailinna's strength was still in the air, as if it had been frozen.

The time belonging to metal began to flow again, and rust spots appeared on the surface of the blade immediately. The reddish-brown rust spread wildly, and it was completely reduced to ashes in just a few seconds, disappearing in the cold wind. Kailina's sapphire shattered into pieces in an instant, and the fragments of the crystal flew out in all directions, shining with silver light, like raindrops, and finally turned into fine dust.

The vows that had bound the sword to its owner for centuries vanished in an instant.

The next moment, a pair of feathers that were purely made of light, as soft and ethereal as ribbons, emerged behind Shifan, and the girl floated up gently, leaving the hard ground under her feet, and gradually rising into the blue sky. Those golden wings are constantly stretching outward, spreading wider with each vibration, brighter with each vibration.

The wings of light enveloped the crown of the world tree as magnificent as a city, covered the vast sky, and reflected in everyone's eyes.

At that moment, time and space seemed to lose their function, consciousness, weightlessness...

Then, the crisp unlocking sound broke the silent air.

The door is open.

Only opened for Shifan.

The whispers floating in the air gradually disappeared into the distant dense fog, replaced by thunder and lightning at regular intervals, and the strong blue light jumped powerfully in the void, so the smooth mirror-like sea was no longer calm. Ripples began to appear one by one, and then spread.

Then, in a storm of light and lightning, everything stopped. The thick fog and lightning that shrouded the entire ocean disappeared without a trace in an instant, and the clear night sky full of stars enveloped the distant horizon.

On the deep blue jewel-like sea, Shifan opened his eyes, feeling the strong sea breeze blowing his black hair.

How long have you been here? Shifan doesn't know. But the girl knew that she had seen this ocean long ago, many times. She also knew where she was, because everything in front of her was so familiar and kind.

Yes, this vast ocean of deep blue...

The sea of thoughts.

The next moment, the surrounding scene changed again. The once-ever-smooth mirror-like sea was rippling, and the starry night sky had long been dispelled by the fleeting dawn, and a clear pale blue sky enveloped the sky. Unrivaled power is gathering under the surface of the sea, and the silent melody from the depths of the sea echoes throughout the world.

The girl turned her head and saw another self.

"Ishutori?" Mo Mo asked cautiously.

"I have been waiting for you." The black-haired and blue-eyed goddess replied with a smile.

As we all know, this world consists of three realms—the spirit world, the ghost world, and the present world. The spirit world is the source of the power of nature, the ghost world is the birthplace of the power of the soul, and the world is the place of matter and mortals.

But besides that, there is the unknown fourth realm—the place where the consciousness of the world is, a place that only returned goddesses can reach—the Sea of Thoughts.

The reason why prayers can use their consciousness to change the structure of this world is because they have the ability to connect to the sea of thoughts. Driven by thinking with a certain wish, the waves of consciousness accumulated in the sea of thoughts will surge, and finally have an incredible impact on the structure of the world.

This is prayer.

And among all the people who understand the principles of the four worlds, the only one who has the ability to communicate with the sea of thoughts and has a will beyond ordinary people is—

god.

More precisely, God is the archetype of the praying man. Those mortals born in this world are only imitating the way gods manipulate the waves of consciousness, but they can never reach the most perfect level, so the power manifested by mortals is called "prayer", and the power possessed by gods is called "prayer". The power that manifests itself is called a "miracle".

But now, when the goddess who is about to become a perfect body finally returns to the sea of thoughts, all connections are no longer needed. The complete goddess integrated into the sea of thoughts will have the ability to launch truly incredible prayers.

That would be a miracle that changed the whole world.

"Change the whole world?" Shifan's eyes were filled with uneasiness for a moment.

"Do you feel scared?" The goddess with the same face approached, staring at her end.

"Well... a little bit." The girl nodded, then shook her head again, "But that's not important, what's more important is, do we have the qualifications to do this? Even if it's a god who surpasses everything, the whole world Are changes made at the expense allowed?"

The judgmental eyes of the Holy Cross Sword holder flashed through the girl's mind.

Shifan as the end has the right to live, but can Ishutori, as a god, answer questions from mortals

"There is nothing wrong with this choice." The same voice as myself sounded again, without any confusion or hesitation, "Because we are the will of this world."

The unimaginable answer forced Shifan to raise his head abruptly.

"As the last world formed, everything in the sea of thoughts comes from consciousness itself. Whether it is the world, the spirit world or the nether world, all obsessions also converge into the currents in this deep ocean. The prayers believe that it has always been He only quietly accepts the flow of consciousness that seeps in from the Three Realms, but never returns any drop of obsession. But in fact, this is wrong.

"Just as the spiritual world and the present world form a cycle between matter and energy, and the ghost world and the present world form a cycle between life and death, the sea of thoughts also forms a conservative cycle with the present world—the cycle of ideals and reality.

"People can't choose where, when and how to be born, so from the moment of birth, something called inequality has been baked into the soul. The world is so cruel, and it is natural.

"However, even though life is just a ray of light flowing in history, even though souls are only faint sparks reincarnated in the netherworld, even though mortals must struggle to survive on their own in this cruel world, their immortal will remains. It will continue and become an eternal wave wandering in the sea of thoughts, waiting to become the driving force to change the world one day.

"In order to change the world that they cannot change, mortals pile up their obsessions in the sea of thoughts; and the sea of thoughts creates existences called 'gods' in order to fulfill the wishes of mortals.

"That's us—composed of three parts: 'origin', 'noumenon' and 'end', to come to the world to know and feel mortals, and finally to return to the consciousness of the father with his own choice.

"As daughters of the world, we are qualified to change all of this." Ishutoli Jade's pupils were filled with firmness and confidence.

"Do you want to change this world?" The goddess asked again, and ripples surged in the deep blue ocean under her feet, as if eagerly waiting for the final answer.

God was created by man, so he has the same heart as man. When gaining enormous strength and unrestricted power, the goddess will be shaken by it, will fall because of it, and will forget the purpose and dream of her creation. Therefore, Nian Zhihai waited for thousands of years, but still could not achieve his wish to change the world.

But…

"I want to change the world." Shi Fan replied in a low voice but without hesitation. The girl took out the picture scroll that was treasured in her bosom, and then opened the title page, "Since I was born, my book has been blank, and no information has ever appeared on it. For this reason, I used to want to escape.

"However, now I have decided not to run away from myself. I want to accept everything that fate has given me, to accept myself, to accept others, and to accept the things around me. I hope to write something in this book with my own will, And justify your existence."

"That's why I chose to open the door of tuning."

The world's obsession with progress is real.

"I long for a change."

The amalgamation of Mengliu and Jiuyuan smiled, and then gently hugged Shifan: "Then, let's start. Let Ishutoli fulfill his father's wish, and let Ishutoli pray for the change of this world."

Curled up in the embrace of another self, the girl closed her eyes in peace: "Ishutoli's body is very warm."

A drop of liquid fell into the dark blue water, making a loud and muffled sound, and everything was calm again. Then, another drop of liquid fell, and there was another loud and low sound of water, and then it became calm again... .

Then, everything suddenly became clear.

The wings of light finally fully unfolded.

The wings are like a huge curtain, covering the entire sky.

Thousands of rays of light gushed out from the end of each wing like a fountain, and they weaved a curtain of aurora that covered the sky, and then let the swaying rainbow stretch for thousands of miles, spreading to every corner of the world—the land of the extreme north Tria Peak, the golden plains of Alazea, and the distant land of Kanados beyond the sea—everywhere is filled with the light of the wings of the gods.

"Ishutoli has finally become a complete body." Richard's ice-blue pupils revealed incomparable joy.

"Impossible, did the leader fail?" Mortidal stopped the spell in a panic, but was completely taken away from sight, "Then... what will happen to the world?"

"It turns out that this is the real prayer technique." Looking at the colorful sky, Flora quietly said to herself.

What is suspended in the air is no longer Shifan, but Shifan, Jiuyuan and Mengliu together form the perfect body of God. The slender figure outlined by the golden light is reflected in the Three Realms through the realm of the sea of thoughts. The master of elements in the spirit world is intoxicated by her singing, and the deep sea of the nether world is rhythmic by her light.

Perhaps at the dawn of Ishutori, all mortals can do is look up at the aurora in the sky and feel the birth of a new goddess. However, at this moment, what was conveyed was not only a gorgeous scene, but also a shock that penetrated the soul.

That was Ishutoli's persistent prayer.

That is the determination of the world to demand change.

It is the harmony that longs to resonate together.

Countless light particles emerged from everyone's bodies, as if attracted by a magnet, they dragged their golden tail flames and flew towards the light source. A torrent of light composed of purple, silver, gold and scarlet poured down from the depths of the sky. At this moment, the whole world is looking up, right

The web woven by the aurora is at last filled with the resonant light of mortal consciousness.

On April 6, 2008 in the Ishutoli calendar, the entire planet was wrapped in the incredible cocoon of light completed by Ishutoli, and fell asleep like a chrysalis waiting to emerge.

Then, there was a slight crisp sound of shell cracking.

Accompanied by this sound, a small wing poked out.

"There is not a single drop of water that does not originate from the sea, and it is destined to return to the place where it was born. Leaving the sea and returning to the sea are the beginning and the end. 』

The Blooming World of the Final Chapter of the Third Birth

April 7, 2008 in the Ishutoli calendar is a new day.

『The calendar has not changed, because what has changed is the world itself—the previous day was April 6, 2008 in the Aurora Kiyishutori calendar, and today is the 08th year in the Ishutori Kiishutori calendar April 7th. 』

The morning breeze gently lifted the curtains, and the hazy sunlight sneaked into the room and fell on the girl. The warm smell made Sleeping Beauty open her eyes in a daze, and she saw the big clock facing her at first sight—the hour hand was pointing to eight o'clock.

"Damn it..." the girl shook her head, then propped up her lead-heavy body, "I actually stayed up all night again."

But in any case, the decision to work all night was worth it, because the documents that were originally stacked three feet high on the desk have all been processed at this moment, and only the last few documents are left. But speaking of it, why did I have to deal with all the affairs before the sixth day? It's not some urgent military situation, so it's not impossible to do it tomorrow, right

Sleeping Beauty woke up and rested her chin with her hand, quietly began to self-examine.

The next moment, she suddenly jumped up from the chair and shouted without regard for her manners: "April 7th~! Oops, it's too late~!"

When the door of the dean's room slammed open, Shafran Beez was taken aback. But before he could open his mouth, a fiery figure rushed out of the gloomy room with an unstoppable momentum, and picked up the middle-aged man by his collar.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" The deafening roar echoed in the ears of the deputy dean, "Do you know that today is a very, very, very, very, very important open day? It all depends on today's performance, you still have such a relaxed expression?"

"That, Mr. Dean..."

"Don't explain, explaining is just covering up." The girl interrupted impatiently, "I don't have time to talk now, come up with a plan for me right away..."

"If you mean the layout of the open day, everything has been done." Shafran put on a smile and spit out a series of explanations at the fastest speed, "Because the official start time is ten o'clock, so I think There is no need to wake up the tired dean two hours ago, I believe you also hope to deal with the shrewd sponsors with a vigorous attitude?"

ten minutes later.

"Safran, you have done a good job. You are indeed the talent I have selected. In this way, those nobles who are so successful will be very satisfied." After checking the entire layout and personnel arrangement, the dean's face bloomed with a smile. A normal smile, "Okay, since I have so much time, I'll go and dress up too."

This is the Riddle Orphanage. As the shelter located in the prosperous royal capital, it not only has the largest scale, but also manages the operation of 34 orphanages across the country, and has a very close relationship with Sofia and Palmartin. It can be said that the success or failure of the Riddle Orphanage will to a large extent affect the fate of the orphanages across the continent, and ultimately affect the future of the orphans.

Therefore, we must do our best.

April 7th is the opening time of the orphanage, in fact, it is the day when the sponsors come to inspect the investment results. On this day, no matter it is a nobleman, a businessman, or a commissioner sent by the king, they will all come here to evaluate the qualifications of the orphan, the education situation and the influence of the orphanage itself, whether it can get funds for continued operation, and the number of visits during the inspection. Performance is very important.

On this day, the beautiful manager of the Riddle Orphanage will transform into a daughter of Vanity Fair, skillfully dealing with various forces, and impressing each other with perfect smiles and elegant etiquette from time to time. And the specially selected orphans are also very cooperative, all showing extraordinary intelligence and charming cuteness in front of people.

Everything is perfect and there will be no problems this year~! The dean was thinking silently in his heart, but when he raised his head, he caught sight of a pair of red eyes.

This person... so tall~!

"Fortunately, you are the director of the Riddle Orphanage, Zefelis, right?" a deep voice sounded.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?" the girl asked with her head raised.

The tall man with red eyes and black hair nodded: "I am Mobadi Singweis."

The famous vice president of the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce~! The moment Zefelice sensed the other party's identity, his eyes immediately turned into stars. Heh heh, it turns out that the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce is finally planning to use charity to expand its influence for itself? Very good, then let me teach you a good lesson. Although I am the director of the orphanage, I will not lose to the businessman in bargaining~!

"I know that many people always associate my every move with Silver Wing, but this time I am not here on behalf of the chamber of commerce, but out of my own thoughts." It seems that Zefei did not notice At the corner of his mouth, Mobadi explained selfishly, "In other words, I hope to sponsor the orphanage in my personal capacity."

"Anonymous unpaid sponsorship," he emphasized.

"Huh?" The girl wondered if she heard it wrong.

"Of course, before that, inspections are necessary." The man said firmly again, "If it's convenient, please introduce to me the system and operation of the orphanage."

"Okay, okay." The cunning dean finally came to his senses. And when the two gradually left the crowd, Zefei still couldn't help asking a question, "But, why do you want to do this...anonymous free sponsorship?"

"This is also the question I want to ask." Mobadi did not give an answer, "I took the liberty to look through your resume before I came here. As the first graduate of the subject of the Riddle Royal Academy, the way out must not be management. The orphanage, right? I believe that the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce also hoped to gain your allegiance, but why did you do this?"

"Maybe it's because... I'm an orphan too..." Zephyris replied curtly, with a fake smile on his face.

"Really, that's a very broad answer." Mobadi nodded noncommittally, "For me, I don't really want orphans to have to show that unnatural smile in order to survive at such a young age. This world doesn't It’s not perfect, and there are still many things that need to be corrected. Although I don’t think I have the ability to change society, at least money plays a big role, and I happen to have a lot of these things.”

"I hope this time, I can use the power in my hand correctly."

It can really be said that theories are all one set. The dean pouted disapprovingly in his heart.

"Another little suggestion, if you want to cover up the exhaustion after working all night, you need to pay attention to many details." The red-eyed man suddenly smiled, "It's not enough to cover up the bloodshot eyes, at least you have to put eye shadow on it." Erase them together. Be careful next time."

"What, what?" The girl opened her mouth wide in surprise for a moment.

Maybe it will be very easy to talk about.

"This world is indeed not perfect, because the desires of mortals are inherently contradictory. The existence of success must be contrasted with failure, and the accumulation of wealth must be at the cost of poverty. Therefore, even God cannot achieve ideal equality. But at least, the people in it did not give up their pursuit of hope, nor did they blindly attribute this injustice to pure fate. 』

Passing through the white corridor decorated with blooming lilies of the valley, you will find the magnificent and spacious parliament hall of the royal capital of Midland. The territory of the South Lorendan Alliance covers almost one-third of the entire continent, and it is here that the representatives who decide the fate of the six member states meet.

Today's participants have added one more -- a representative from Fahdod. At this moment, the man named Thomas was standing at the side of the council hall, anxiously waiting for the result of the vote.

"Four votes in favor and two votes against." Parliament Speaker Julian August's loud voice spread throughout the circular building, "Then, as a whole, the South Lorendan Alliance is willing to accept the proposal proposed by Fahdoud The merger agreement, and the subsidiary armistice agreement. After all resistance ceases, we will send personnel to your country to provide necessary material assistance and technical support."

In this way, the two-year-long blockade of Fahdod is finally over, and the quota of military expenditure is constrained below a certain standard. I believe that the people of the country will at least feel better. But... this kind of peace based on power is too worrying.

Thinking of this, the blond woman couldn't help but sigh.

"Please wait a moment." When she was about to walk out of the lily of the valley corridor, a voice came. The congresswoman then stopped and looked back - the other party had brown curly hair and looked about thirty years old, with a sharp and confident light in his eyes.

"I'm the representative of Midland, Brandrut Daho." The middle-aged man introduced himself, "Are you Miss Faloxide Oland from Alazea?"

"Yes." The female swordsman nodded with a questioning look in her eyes.

"Although the bill was successfully passed, judging from the proportion of negative votes, at least there are still considerable differences within the alliance. The peace obtained through this may be quite unstable." Brandrudt smiled slightly. , "My king hopes to see you once, after all, the Midland Palace is not far from the parliament hall, and I believe that when other representatives see the representatives of the two largest countries in the Yugoslav Federation going together, they must have some feelings. "

The other party said, and handed over a letter sealed with wax.

Falohidea opened the letter, read it carefully, and then, a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I accept your proposal." Her voice was crisp and clear, "Please lead the way, Senator Brandrut."

"What Ishutori can change is only the state between people, and the productivity and cognitive status of this world remain at the original level. But at least, the spiral of fate is working hard to move closer to the vision in Ishutoli's heart. One day, people will get rid of the cage of autocracy and step into the palace of democracy.』

The sun was setting, and the warm sunlight covered the sky with a layer of warmth. Compared with the impenetrable foggy forest, the sky above the head is very empty, with a pure and transparent feeling. The sound of gurgling water and the chirping of birds not far away adds a bit of coziness and leisure.

It's just that the beauty is the beauty, but Oluha didn't have the time to appreciate the sunset that she had seen countless times. After a whole day, the subject assigned by the teacher still has no progress, so she will be severely reprimanded again.

Just as she was sighing, a majestic voice sounded behind her: "How are you doing?"

"Ms. Li, Licesil?" The elf girl jumped up, subconsciously trying to cover the "achievement" behind her, but it was obviously futile.

Li Se just turned his head to the side, and easily saw the scene behind the student - it was a small camellia sapling, only about one meter high. And the task I assigned in the early morning was to make the seeds fully develop into a ten-year tree through prayer, and Aurha obviously failed to meet the expected requirements.

"I'm very sorry." The elf couldn't hide his frustration, "My ability is not enough, so I can't achieve the intended goal."

"What's the use of just saying sorry?" Li Se stared quietly at his beloved disciple.

"Then..." Oluha was stunned, and after a few seconds, she nodded sharply as if she had come to her senses, "Yes~! I will continue to work hard tomorrow, starting from scratch~!" The girl's face flashed in an instant. Show a determined expression.

"Very good." The prayer man's eyes became relieved.

But the next moment, the conversation between master and apprentice was interrupted by the rustling of dead leaves in the forest. Without any warning, a figure came out.

Prayers are not willing to be governed by the secular system, so they always choose to live in sparsely populated places. But no matter what, the elves always favor the forest, and this vast misty forest just belongs to an ancient and rigid kingdom—the elf kingdom of Brainas. Although there is no ambition to dominate the continent, the ruler of Blainas will also be interested in this incredible power.

He just rejected it last month, and sent lobbyists over today? Richeill thought so, subconsciously frowned.

But today, the judgment of the prayers was rarely wrong. The young man who left the shade did not have long ears and white skin. It was a human youth with fiery red eyes. His face was full of youth and confidence, and his eyes unexpectedly sharp.

"I am Alsace," the young swordsman reported his name without noticing the tense atmosphere, and then took out a shiny gray gemstone from his pocket, "Flora told me that as long as this Give it to Richeill, and she will understand everything, which one here is the receiver?"

"It's me." The prayer man replied with a sinking face, and then nodded towards the humans, "Since you have her token, come with me."

The house formed by this big oak tree has not been built for a long time, so it can be said that it is the first time that men have entered. According to Alsace himself, he is a swordsman who has mastered the mysteries of Yunyao, and holds the great title of Grand Lourdes Champion. But that kind of power is not enough. In order to become the strongest swordsman in the world, it is necessary to master the mystery of prayer. For this reason, the swordsman searched for three full years before finding Flora who lived in seclusion in Fakhdod. Came here politely.

"I refuse." Licesil replied briefly, standing up to signal the end of the conversation, "Although prayer is an unimaginable power for ordinary people, it definitely does not exist for fighting, let alone for your own wishful thinking .” Before the young man had time to refute, the figure of the elf disappeared into the air.

"Huh? He ran away?" Alsace looked confused.

"It's not about escaping, it's just relying on instant displacement to go back to my room. It seems that the teacher doesn't hate you very much, otherwise he will forcefully see you off." Oluha took the conversation, and immediately regretted it—because the other party The attention shifted to her without any suspense, but unfortunately, the girl was still far away from mastering the skill of teleportation.

"Since you know those terms, you are also a prayer man, right?" The young man's red eyes looked at Oluha's slender body without any scruples.

The girl nodded first, then shook her head as if awakened.

But the swordsman who vowed to comprehend the strongest strength obviously had no intention of letting go, so the two confronted each other like this, and soon, even the surrounding air became stiff.

Time is passing by every minute and every second, and the sunset has gradually sunk to the horizon. In order to break the deadlock in front of him, Oluha finally plucked up the courage to say a line that even he could not imagine.

"Do you... want some tea?"

"What?" Alsace's wide eyes showed that his head had finally short-circuited uncontrollably.

"Ishutori's power has made the boundary of the Three Realms clear, so here, the overlapping domain has not yet been formed. However, just as the knowledge and skills of mortals have not changed, the knowledge and skills of prayer have also been preserved. In this world, there are indeed prayers who can sense the sea of thoughts. And their position is still observation rather than active participation. Whether such a choice is good or bad, perhaps only time will tell. 』

Although it has not yet reached the most beautiful autumn in the Canados Continent, today's Winfield College is also very lively.

The atmosphere of the Great Lourdes Festival seems to have completely infected the seven towers that symbolize the principles of magic. At this moment, they are all wrapped in halos summoned by countless arcane spells. On both sides of Central Avenue, the blooming cherry blossoms create a mirage-like scene, making all the people in it linger and forget to return.

However, there is still a high-ranking mage in a hurry who ignores all the romantic changes around him, and just rushes towards his laboratory at a running speed.

This study will definitely surprise the entire academic community~! Richard Barres thought excitedly.

For a long time, people's cognition level has been limited to the interaction between the spirit world, the world and the ghost world, but now, Richard wants to prove that there is another unknown world in this world—the world of consciousness. That is the source of prayer, and there must be some kind of wonderful connection with this world.

When the truth of that connection is uncovered, perhaps the structure of the entire world can be completely presented in front of our eyes. What a tempting prospect this will be~! Richard would have given anything for that moment alone.

However, when the high-level mage ran into the tower excitedly, he found that the hall was empty, except for a few anti-Austrian puppets who guarded the gate, and only two scholars stood by their posts lonely.

"W-Where are people~!?" The crazy researcher shouted angrily.

"Professor Richard, most of the people have gone to Grand Lourdes to attend the ceremony, and the leave form is in the second drawer of the desk." Motidal has long been accustomed to the other party's attitude, "In addition, the experimental circle has also been adjusted to In the automatic navigation mode, a critical detection is performed every five minutes, and it should be able to operate for more than seventy-two hours without failure."

"And even if something goes wrong, we'll be here to protect it." Elika added in a sympathetic manner, and continued to write quickly.

Faced with the fact that the experiment could not continue, the high-ranking mage could only curl his lips angrily, then approached the central magic circle in the laboratory, and began to check carefully.

This is a three-dimensional magic circle that is dazzling to ordinary people. The most basic elf characters are all condensed on the huge base, forming a dense beam of light. With this as the center, countless small magic circles derived from it surround the surroundings like stars and the moon, and rotate around the central beam of light like a satellite, transforming unpredictable patterns and combinations.

"Ether light" can deduce the incredible circle of consciousness.

Now, this existence like a galaxy is changing in a very regular way, and the transmission of energy is also very stable. There was a hint of satisfaction in the critical eyes of the high-ranking mage.

"Is this automatic navigation set by Roland? He really has extraordinary talent." Richard remembered something, "Speaking of which, where is Roland?"

"Already headed to Great Lourdes." The quiet female mage replied, then buried her head in piles of record books.

"That guy... Didn't he say he doesn't plan to have a girlfriend?" The professor mumbled subconsciously.

"Entertainment is not just about striking up a conversation on the street. After all, young people still need to relax under this kind of high-intensity magic experiment. What's more, the famous Fire Dragon group also held a special concert there, I believe it is quite attractive "The elf mage smiled kindly, "Professor Richard, what do you think of the three of us keeping vigil tonight?"

"Okay." The high-ranking mage who also didn't have a girlfriend shrugged helplessly.

"God does not exist in this world. To be precise, the gods have not yet been born. Because everything in the sea of thoughts has become the driving force for changing the world. When the new world is born, the consciousness of the world is blank. There is no mad hatred, no longing for love, and no confusion and confusion. At this moment, the empty sea of thoughts is waiting for the thoughts belonging to mortals to flow into his embrace again. 』

At night when the bright moon hangs high, the streets are rippling like they are sinking in the bottom of the water - noisy crowds, strings of lights, roadside stalls with various signs, wonderful music, colorful brocade banners, hot food aroma, attracting business buskers, children running around with windmills. Flags are flying all over the street, under the moonlight and lights, it looks like a scroll of flowers and clouds, extending to the boundless sky at the end of the night market square.

Of course, there is also a large-scale concert jointly organized by three famous bards, Walter Walter, Jack Weir and Clara Darger, in the rotunda opposite the Grand Lourdes Arena.

This is the annual "Yunyao Festival" in Greater Lourdes.

A long time ago, on April 7th, in order to save the city, Emperor Jagassi teamed up with an unknown prayer man and fought desperately against the King of Elements. Although he finally defeated his opponent, he himself was also seriously injured. Died a year later. This ceremony is precisely to commemorate him and the legacy he left behind—the Profound Truth of Yunyao.

It's just that a hundred years later, the "Yunyao Festival" has evolved into a simple festival, a day for everyone to gather together.

"All memories and history have also been changed, and the reconstructed world is all created by the obsession in the sea of thoughts. Starting from the moment of change, the memories and history of the past have been rewritten, just to match the results created by Ishutoli, while the real history has long been forgotten in the untraceable past. 』

"Although people think that everything reflected in their minds and everything described in books represents the entire evolution of this world, but in fact, no one remembers the real past, and no one knows the truth of tuning, except for this new world. the creator of—”

"Ishutori. 』

Happiness spread everywhere in the bustling market like an out-of-control drumbeat, but no one noticed the girl who was alone in the shadow of the lights. Ishutoli stood outside the bustling atmosphere, and the endless stream of people bypassed her, like flowing water bypassing a small rock.

Although I want to catch goldfish in the past, or buy a mask to wear, but where should I raise the goldfish I catch? Who is the mask to be shown to

This new world is the final result of the interaction of countless obsessions, but it seems that it cannot accept the executor of creation—Ishutori, the only one who retains the old self. So, should the current self leave all these, seal away all memories, and then, like a duty-bound prayer, establish a new overlapping field in an unknown place

But... in that case...

The black-haired and blue-eyed girl felt very lonely walking in the bustling streets.

At this moment, a familiar figure separated from the crowd, just bumped into Ishutoli.

"Ah, I'm so sorry~!" The other party managed to regain their balance.

Through the street mottled by lights, the face of the young man was reflected in the pupils of the girl Jade. At that moment, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, and even time seemed to freeze.

There is no way to speak.

"Actually, I escaped from the academy, so I was a little suspicious. I mistakenly thought that the person walking next to me was a professor, and I thought he came here specially to arrest me, but after running away for a while, I realized that it was a misunderstanding." Blonde The man smiled self-deprecatingly while explaining to the girl. But at the next moment, surprise and worry were mixed in his voice: "You... what's wrong with you? Did it hurt just now?"

"Huh?" The girl came back to her senses and touched her cheek, which was a little moist.

How could you shed tears unconsciously

"I hate it..." Ishutoli quickly rubbed his eyes vigorously, "There must be some sand running in~!"

It was useless, the tears kept flowing down like a flood that broke the embankment. Although the girl had been trying to force a smile, in the end, that smile finally turned into intermittent sobs.

The other party couldn't help showing a troubled look, but he didn't have any intention of leaving. After thinking about it for just a few seconds, the perpetrator who should be responsible made a suggestion: "Should I find a place to sit first?"

Although the whole city is immersed in the ocean of joy, the meandering Star River is very peaceful. The long blue river is like a silk, quietly flowing through the noise and enthusiasm, quietly embellishing the city with a little distance.

"Is it better now?" The young man with water-colored pupils asked cautiously.

"It's better." Ishutoli thought about how to explain, "Actually..."

"No, you don't need to talk about it." The other party smiled and shook his head, "Let's keep what happened in the past in your heart. Anyway, today is a rare 'Yunyao Festival', if you don't have a good time , that's too sorry for myself, don't you think?"

"En." The girl nodded, returning the same gentle smile.

"It's late to introduce, I'm Roland, Roland Strife. An intermediate mage of Winfield College, a researcher affiliated with Tower No. 7."

"I'm... Well, Mengliu, Jiuyuan, Shifan, which name do you like?" The girl willfully asked questions that had no answers.

"Huh?" Roland's smile froze, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped down his cheeks from his forehead.

The blue-eyed girl in front of me has a dreamlike appearance and the flowing long hair that I admire the most, but in terms of personality, it seems to be quite difficult to figure out. Let's not mention the crying that made people love and pity before, but now it is strange to bring it up suddenly The problem

Although the three poetic and picturesque names "Mengliu, Jiuyuan, and Shifan" do not know what kind of special meaning they imply, but when they think about it on their knees, they know that no matter which one they choose, the result will be quite miserable.

"I think they all sound very nice, and there is really no way to choose among them." The blond young man could only choose the most vulgar classic answer in the end.

"Hmph," Ishutoli showed a kitten-like expression without knowing whether it was anger or disappointment, "forget it, then call me Ishutoli."

"Ishutoli?" The mage was stunned for a moment, "Does the 'Ishutoli' you mentioned refer to the 'Ishutoli' in the calendar?"

"That's right, that's 'Ishutori'." The black-haired and blue-eyed girl answered word by word, then stood up from the bench, and pulled Roland up, "Come on, don't be in a daze, since you said I'm going to play, so hurry up and take me there. I want to buy a mask, and I want to eat seafood barbecue, by the way, setting off fireworks and shooting balloons are also essential items~!"

"Yes." Roland came back to his senses and nodded with a wry smile.

So, the two met.

"Time began to flow again, and the droplets of consciousness flowed again into the silent ocean. 』

"When the sea of thoughts is filled again, new gods will be born, new perfections will be born, and another new world will be born, and everything will make progress again at that time spiral. However, it will be a long, long time, right? 』

"No matter how vast the ocean is, it is also gathered by water droplets. It is destined to return to the place where it was born. Returning to the sea and leaving the sea are both the end and the beginning. 』

The third birth of the death knight

over

Super Postscript

I can't remember the exact time when I started writing "Death Knight". According to my vague memory, it was about four years until May 7, 2006. As far as the length of time itself is concerned, it has already accounted for 1/6 of my short life, and during this time, what I have gained and what I have changed may be immeasurable at all.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that fate has changed because of this.

When I was in my first year of college, I accidentally played a game called "Night Detective? Zero". There is no way to verify the specific details of the game. In short, it is a picture with text description, but I have always remembered the route of Kojiro very clearly. The girl who the protagonist is looking for is forced to take out her own blood type because she has the same blood type as a certain rich man. organs to prolong the old man's life.

This ending was very shocking to me at the time, and I also felt very angry, so I came up with the idea of "if I faced such a truth, what would I do?" This is the original source of inspiration for "Death Knight".

At that time, I had a great appetite, and I was not very fanatical about anime, and I had a little habit of setting, so the initial plan was to show the entire world of Lorendan through a series of short stories, and then open a long story. The series of short stories include Roland's paladin exam, a chance encounter with a death knight on his way home, and a rest when he encounters the ancient and elf kingdom. The original setting of "Yunyao" is a powerful skill that can transcend time and space.

But another characteristic of young people is lack of patience and great success. I finally couldn't bear it when I was halfway through the Paladin exam, so I overturned the whole plan and cut directly to the revenge chapter by accident.

Looking back now, the choice to directly enter the revenge chapter is correct. Compared with the growth and betrayal of the young knight, the death knight's revenge is obviously more fascinating (some people must protest, but the protest is invalid).

In addition, the return chapter is also considered the sharpest one, because the contradictions are absolutely irreconcilable and the behavior of the protagonist is quite controversial, so it is very difficult to coordinate other people’s comments and readers’ reactions. to face broader issues.

In what direction do you want to lead "Death Knight"? What will be the final outcome

BONES' animation "RAHXEPHON" decided at that time the end of "Death Knight" - the tune of the world. Although I have no idea what the tuned world will be like, but the world will change at the end of the third part, and this has become an unshakable outline.

Today, the creation of the new world was finally completed, and I am very satisfied with the result.

It has also undergone many revisions in the four years, especially the first part, which has produced several versions. Leaving aside the process, in short, from the point of view of writing, progress is certain. Many things have been discarded, and the style has gradually stabilized, and finally it is what it is now.

I believe that everyone must be very satisfied with the third part that completely abandons the gorgeous style (ignore all dissatisfied ones).

Now, it's all written. If we want to summarize now and ask what kind of novel "Death Knight" is, I think this work is definitely positioned as a popular entertainment novel—now there is a dedicated genre suitable for young people—"light novels" .

Although some people may prefer to use "fantasy novel" as a definition, in fact, "Death Knight" may never have much connection with the fantasy spirit of the West (we are not here to discuss what is the real standard of fantasy).

Its original inspiration came from games, its world view came from anime, and its author grew up watching anime.

In "Death Knight", there are more anime-style extreme characters, anime-style extreme emotions, and anime-style extreme choices. In a brief summary, paranoia is the biggest feature of "Death Knight", because the person who wrote this work has a considerable paranoid attribute.

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups. Although it is said that not every reader who likes "Death Knight" is involved in the field of animation, but I personally think that they must also have a heart for anime-because "Death Knight" is an anime-style thing, although it does not have exaggerated lines and lines. The visual element, but the personality of the characters and the ubiquitous KUSO (does anyone see all the spoofs in DK? I'm looking forward to it), making this work really integrated into that culture.

By the way, Mei is that kind of guy.

And these readers who have the heart of animation are the greatest wealth for me as an author.

From a writing point of view, four years is not a short time, not to mention there are still twists and turns. Although I think I am a good writer who has a plan, perseverance, patience, brains and talent, but since even God can't stand loneliness, how can I survive it

Usually the way to crave attention is to ask for comments, which is often done by newcomers, and in my day (when someone started to act old), it did get a lot of good comments.

But comments come from reviewers, not from readers. What's more, many comments do not cheer you up, but make you depressed. It is not uncommon for one day to forget to update and fight in the dark on the forum (such as myself).

Leaving aside the messy technical and ethical issues such as the standard of the work itself and whether reviewers are obliged to encourage the author, in short, if anyone wants to rely on reviews to survive the loneliness and loneliness of writing, it is absolutely impossible.

In fact, the only thing the author needs to care about is the reader, this is my opinion.

Therefore, "Death Knight" contains fan works, not a collection of reviews.

This is a habit of an anime-born author, and it is also a proof that readers of "Death Knight" have an anime heart.

Or subversive or warm or spoof colleagues, this is the highest affirmation of writing. The book review area is overflowing with countless thoughts, this is the highest encouragement for writing. Whenever I see those high-level book reviews after updating, I will feel strongly encouraged; whenever a reader finds KUSO in the article, I will smile in my heart; Knights is one step closer to becoming a culture (although unlikely to reach the level of EVA or Star Wars).

Without the support of readers, "Death Knight" may not have been written for four years, and it may not have such a perfect ending.

Here, I want to say:

"Thanks."

"Death Knight" grows and changes like a mirror image