"Father, long time no see."
Amid the fighting and roaring of the battle formation, blood and broken iron flew into the air.
In an instant, everything seemed to be gone.
Only the knight standing in front of Ye Qingxuan was left. He took off the cumbersome laurel crown and helmet on his head, revealing his mottled white hair and a face as strong as iron.
There is no melancholy or weakness.
"Yeah, long time no see."
Ben stared at him, looking at the child he raised: "I remember that you were a child who pursued the right thing. Are you going to do the wrong thing now?"
Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and laughed: "Probably?"
Finally decided on this answer.
The old priest nodded and seemed to leave, leaving only the iron-firm old knight standing in front of him with cold eyes.
"Then be more careful."
Ben bent down, lowered his body, put the heavy sword on his arm, and pointed the chipped and scratched blade at the face of the young man in the past.
"-Don't expect me to be as soft-hearted as Abraham."
Preparation for killing.
This is the first step of hard work.
The killing blow begins now.
A biting chill suddenly spread from his body. In an instant, all the Witch Hammers on the battlefield turned around suddenly. They were shocked by the terrifying will that was so heavy that it was hard to breathe. They rushed back to help regardless of their own safety. In front of Ye Qingxuan, he wanted to block the sword blade.
However, they were entangled by the Templars and found it difficult to return to their aid.
Watson narrowed his eyes, a trace of cruelty and gloom flashed in his pupils, but Ye Qingxuan held his shoulders down, preventing him from taking action. He turned around in surprise and saw Ye Qingxuan waving his hand, interrupting the music of the purification musicians.
Then, he drew his sword and walked towards the knight in front.
One on one.
He challenged the Legion Commander of the Templar Order and the Laurel Knight of the Holy City with his meager sword skills.
Ridiculous enough to make you laugh.
But when this person was Ye Qingxuan, no one could laugh.
He might win.
When such thoughts appeared in other people's minds, they saw Ye Qingxuan put the sword in his hand on the ground, and walked towards the enemy in front with empty hands.
As if seeking death.
"Actually, I have thought about this situation before I came here. The Holy City can implant control into the teacher and force him to kill Ciel. There is no reason for me to be noble here, right?"
He stared at the old man in front of him, looking at the strange wrinkles on his face, and his eyes softened: "I'm actually a little scared. Father, you are the person I admire. If, Father, you become my enemy , I would be scared to death. But later, I figured it out. If the priest becomes my enemy, then he must think that I have done something wrong."
Ye Qingxuan stepped forward step by step, spread out his hands, and walked towards Ben calmly without any defense or resistance: "You are the only one in this world who makes me doubt myself. You saved me back then, taught me, and made me what I am today. Myself. So, Father, if you think I have become the wrong person, then come and kill me. It is up to you to destroy the last evil in the world, Father, I will not resist."
He stared at the enemy's face, looking at the man's aging eyes that were no longer the same as before, and moved forward, step by step, to meet his death.
Until a trace of sadness flashed in the enemy's eyes.
"You have always been the child who made me at a loss what to do, little Ye Zi."
Ben closed his eyes:
"Always."
This is the final sigh.
At that moment, the iron will lit up from the aging eyes, seizing the soul, tearing apart all the weakness and reluctance, and an almost inhuman murderous intention burst out from it.
Steel roared.
The blade screamed, cutting the air.
The iron light moves forward, straight.
Everything seemed to become ethereal under the chop of the sword, like a dream.
After a long period of time, it once again brought the coldest wind and snow that winter.
The priest in black moved forward in the illusory blizzard, tearing through the cold wind, shattering the phantom of the young man in the past, and then turned into burning light, speeding towards the present.
At this moment, human will reveals its terrifying power that distorts the world.
It seems as if he wants to kill the past with one sword, burning all memories and grievances, leaving no room for anything, and no one can stop him!
The magnificent war seemed to have lost its meaning before that sword.
At that moment, everything froze, and only one step taken by Ben shook the earth and all nations, breaking through the iron earth, causing the clouds to move and the sky to tremble.
The curved time ended in an instant and then surged forward again.
One step later, Ben was already standing behind Ye Qingxuan, lowered his head, and put the sword blade into its sheath. The friction between the sword and the sheath erupted with a crisp low sound.
He lowered his head, sighed heavily, and closed his eyes.
The iron fortitude is broken.
Fatigue is showing.
Only now did blood flow out of Ye Qingxuan's wound.
The crimson dripped from the side of his face, falling on the pure white skirt, blending into the ashes and dust, leaching out a little scarlet.
Ye Qingxuan raised his hand in confusion, touched his right cheek, and felt the scar across the side of his face. The scar was shrinking rapidly, but it was difficult to remove the scar.
This is the trace left by that sword.
It seemed like it could cut off time, but it didn't take away his own life, it just left a warning scar.
Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but chuckle.
"Thank you, Father."
Behind him, Ben sat down on the steps tiredly.
It was as if the moment of aging he had been waiting for for decades had arrived, drowning him and taking away all his power. He lowered his head and recalled the appearance of that boy in the snow.
So many years have passed, but the memory is so clear.
That child was so embarrassed, walking alone in the snow, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, but when he talked about his ideals, his eyes sparkled.
"...Little Ye Zi, has your wish come true?"
"Sorry, Father." Ye Qingxuan replied softly, "I have forgotten that kind of thing a long time ago."
Ben was stunned for a long time, and his expression turned bitter:
"is that so?"
"Well, that's right."
Ye Qingxuan nodded and walked forward.
Ben was left sitting tiredly in the ruins, closing his eyes.
The torrent of steel roared past him.
Just like the old days.
…
…
In the midst of the fighting and turmoil, Ye Qingxuan stepped up the steps step by step and opened the door of the Pope's Palace.
Amid countless Templar knights who were on alert, he set foot on the road and walked towards the sanctuary ahead, as if he was in an uninhabited land.
And at that moment, a loud bell rang from the top of the Holy City.
Judgment is about to begin regarding the Son of God.
This time, he was not late after all.
Whatever awaited him behind the door, he was ready.
He wants to take Ciel away from here.
No matter what price you pay, even if you have to be the enemy of the whole world, you will not hesitate!
At that moment, the final door suddenly opened in front of him.
Then, the thick blood in the air rushed towards his face.
The winding scarlet flowed out from behind the heavy door, spread under his feet, and flowed down the steps, crawling bit by bit, just like the disappearing life.
Everything seemed to be frozen.
Ye Qingxuan stepped stiffly, stepping on the sticky blood under his feet, and walked into the sanctuary.
But there was no sound of breathing, only countless messy bodies lying on the seats.
They were originally the abandoned sons of various countries, die-hard loyalists of the religious order, and the remaining brave warriors in the cardinal church.
They were prepared to be killed by the furious Ye Qingxuan. Here, they would witness the judgment of the Son of God and Ye Qingxuan's ending on behalf of the world.
But now, before everything started, they were already dead.
In an instant, the blood was given life, breaking free from their bodies and seeping out from every pore, just like silkworm chrysalis breaking free of its own cocoon.
The endless blood gathered into a shallow river, flowing down from the high stairs, and finally, winding towards the door.
Only shriveled corpses were left on the seats. Traces of raised blood vessels remained on the skin, still maintaining the painful posture at the moment of death.
No eyeballs can be seen in the dry eye holes, leaving only a heart-stopping empty space.
And at the highest point facing the gate, where he could overlook everything, Ye Qingxuan saw the last Red King.
The old pope wore his own crown and held the scepter that once represented supreme authority. He was majestic and cold, looking down at the person being judged below.
Maintaining this posture, there is no breath anymore.
There is no need to deliberately investigate.
He is dead.
Filamentous strains of Nibelung roots could be vaguely seen extending from his mouth and nose, but those strains had all withered and were no longer alive.
From that human body to the deepest part of the Holy City, there are huge root systems of countless brains...
Death comes here.
In an instant, all life from the inside out was wiped out.
Only an empty body remains.
The great chill engulfed Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan froze on the spot, looking blankly at the center of the sanctuary, the deformed and hunched back of the prisoner surrounded by blood on the judgment seat.
He lowered his head, as if tears fell from his cheeks and fell into the blood at his feet.
The tinny sound of water drops echoed in the silence.
"...Ciel?"
Ye Qingxuan stared at his back and couldn't believe it: "Is it you?"
He wanted to step forward, but his steps stopped abruptly in a pool of blood. From the embarrassed back, he felt some indescribable aura.
It's not ferocious, nor gloomy, but it makes people feel so far away.
It seems as if it is out of reach in a lifetime.
"I seem to have had a long dream..."
He heard Ciel's voice, sharp and hoarse, as if the incomplete vocal cords were painfully extruding, whining, and bursting out with a human tone.
"I can't remember what I dreamed about, but I couldn't help but feel sad."
"Later, I finally remembered."
In a whisper, he turned back.
At that moment, Ye Qingxuan saw Charles's deformed body with twitching breasts under his prison clothes, as well as the profile of his face covered in tears.
"Teacher, he is dead..."
He covered his face, choked and cried silently.
Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips and stepped forward, wanting to hug him, but it was difficult to bridge the short distance. The blood separated him, stubbornly refusing to let him come forward, turning this short distance into an abyss.
He froze.
Looking at that figure blankly, it seemed as if... he finally understood something.
Ye Qingxuan finally heard his last scream.
"—Later, Ciel also died."
In the long silence, the son of the natural disaster god raised his eyes.
Looking down at the ugly world in front of me.
Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became clear.
"Little Ye Zi, are you here to kill me too?"
Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he looked away nonchalantly.
"It doesn't matter anymore."
He said, "Anything is fine."
Just like that, amid the sound of broken joints, he held up his rickety voice and allowed the deformed bones to break. On top of the body that was barely covered with a layer of skin, muscles and internal organs were surging, and the broken bones were re-healed and returned to where they should be.
The scars peel off and the long, dead hair breaks and grows again.
The loose skin breaks down and grows again. The nails and shackles wedged into the skull fell away.
Everything that had grown twisted was back on track.
After shedding the ugly mortal body, the perfect person who seemed to gather all the brilliance in the world appeared again, but it was completely different from before.
In the empty and formless earth, darkness lies over the abyss, and the Spirit of God moves in the blood.
He finally came to this world.
Just like that, he walked past Ye Qingxuan and walked out of the tomb-like sanctuary.
In front of him, on the burning square, the remaining blood suddenly rose, and a huge skeleton grew out of it, followed by strands of muscles, internal organs, nerves, and finally, dark scales covered the huge thing. above.
The long-dead Dragon of the End opened its eyes, raised its ferocious eyes, and looked up to the sky with a roar.
Then, he bowed his head tamely in front of his master and let him step on his head and mount his back. Then, amid countless fearful eyes, he spread his wings.
Shadows cover the land.
"Ciel!"
Ye Qingxuan roared, calling out his former name.
The god on the dragon's back turned back and cast a distant and calm glance.
"—I want to change everything, forever."
This is the final goodbye.
Immediately afterwards, the Dragon of the End fluttered its wings, set off burning wind and fire rain, and flew out into the sky.
Just like that gradually faded away.
Disappear.