"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
Watching the figure behind the window sill finally disappear into the shadows, and the enchantment condensed with his life was lit up again, Qi Leren stumbled up from the ground and ran towards Leviathan like crazy.
The illusion formed by the half-field was already crumbling, so fragile that it couldn't be easily beaten. The physical and mental pain scorched him, making every breath he took was an unspeakable pain.
The dragon sank in the sea of bones, his best friend fell behind the windowsill of the tower, and his teacher died in the eternal night. At this moment, he was like a gambler with nothing, desperate in desperate madness—kill it and blew himself up A half-field is also fine, be sure to kill it! Otherwise, what is the point of everyone's sacrifice!
For the land of dusk, for the last piece of pure land of mankind, death is okay!
The crimson eyeballs were still hanging high in the sky, the terrifying huge monster slapped the barrier at the last minute, the Qi Le people on the verge of collapse forgot everything, forgot the thought of trying to survive, it was so strong that it exploded The emotion in his heart exploded at this moment.
In the Garden of the Holy Sepulchre amidst the green fields, the tree-tombs glowed faintly, growing brighter like the rising sun.
In this holy light, the figure of the holy nun gradually became clear, and the power that Maria blessed the Qile people in the former site of the Holy See woke up in this emotion of wanting to protect. She folded her hands on her chest, as if she was praying for this desperate person, praying for this twilight land that was about to fall.
This protective power resonated with the power that the nun once blessed the prophet, and all directions in the village of twilight lit up with this layer of light, like the dawn at the end of the night.
In the light, the projection of a huge holy angel followed behind the running Qi Leren, and it merged with him unexpectedly.
Qi Leren's heart was empty. At this moment, he seemed to have merged into the starry sky. He struggled repeatedly in the process of destruction and rebirth, and resonated with those eternal and unchanging original forces. This feeling is familiar and strange.
A colorless sword appeared in his hands, the power of protection, the power of time, the power of rebirth... Faith turned into power, condensed in his hands, he suddenly understood what he was going to do, and the huge man behind him The phantom of the holy angel is also moving with him.
He raised the sword, detonated the power in the entire half-field, and swung it down towards the mountain-like Leviathan!
The colorless sword blade split the air and the earth, a huge 100-meter-long seam was torn open in front of him, in the vibration of landslides and ground cracks, the sword light cut through thorns and thorns, cutting off all obstacles, the huge Levi Tan felt the terrifying power from behind, but he didn't have time to make any resistance. In the sword that almost destroyed the world, its body that had been destroyed by the dragon once again collapsed.
Numerous severed limbs and plasma exploded in the air, and a rain of flesh and blood fell from the sky, falling profusely.
Only the blood-stained barrier firmly protected the refuge, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...
It disappeared quietly, just as it came quietly.
The Leviathan that had been cut into two pieces collapsed in this gentle green field. In front of it was a huge 100-meter-long moat. It was cut open by the power of the sword and became a crack in the earth. The top of its head , that crimson eyeball seemed to have also been severely injured, becoming faintly visible, and the heavy rain cloud was dispelled, revealing the bright starry sky behind the clouds.
The sword in his hand disappeared, and Qi Leren was so exhausted that he could barely breathe.
At that moment, his half domain was limited to the approach domain, but...but it was not after all, his accumulation was too shallow, and the result of forcibly overdrawing the half domain was not a breakthrough, but an inevitable collapse.
The emerald green field and the Garden of the Holy Sepulcher are like a smashed lake, shimmering, and the wind blows, blowing away the blue and white petals and the fine dust of the grass, and the white roses in the bushes are withered, sleeping in the trees. Chen Baiqi in the tomb disappeared, the dreamlike scene in the air shattered soundlessly, countless mirror-like afterimages fell from the sky, a silent rain.
In the collapse of this half of the realm, the tearful Qi Leren looked at everything in front of him, too much sadness was rampaging in his heart, so that he could not feel the joy of saving others, only a deep sense of powerlessness remained.
He fell to his knees on the ground, the wilderness had collapsed, his knees did not touch the soft grass, but the bloody earth.
In the shelter came the cheers of people weeping with joy, they were genuinely happy to be alive, and they sang praises for the heroes who saved everything.
But the real hero has been sleeping in the dark tower, and no one knows his sacrifice.
And he knelt down on the ground and wept loudly, for the powerless loss of this moment.
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"Just a little bit, just a little bit." Suddenly feeling the powerful original power erupting in the distance, the Prophet held his breath and felt it for a while, and finally sighed.
"The time for him to break through the half-field is too short, and he hasn't accumulated enough." Si Lin analyzed calmly, his tone full of regret.
"It's a pity. If there is two or three years, no, one or two years, maybe this time he can break through to the field." The prophet smiled bitterly, "In the end, there is only this one left. choose."
"teacher… "
"I wasted more than twenty years, tried countless methods, and failed every time. What hurts me the most is the plan of Dawn Town. In order to condense this second domain, I have paid too much, but in the end The trust is not human. If the original plan of Dawn Village can be successful, there are too many deaths that can be avoided. All players belonging to Dawn Village will return there to be reborn after death, at least three times, and they will have more time To break through myself, instead of dying early in various accidents. This regret has been irreparable, and now it is time to do something for everyone as much as I can."
The Prophet said, and took a few steps forward.
In front is the huge circular square of the Judgment House, with statues of clergy along the way, and in the center is a praying holy nun. The person who shaped her did not describe her face to the world, but the kind of The holy and noble temperament is perfectly displayed.
White light lit up around the sculpture of the Holy Nun, and the Prophet was the first to walk into the white light, followed by Si Lin.
The surrounding time and space were distorted for a moment, and the next second, a blood-clothed illusionist also appeared in the white light. After a short period of confusion, he suddenly looked at the prophet: "Teacher!"
The Prophet nodded and smiled at him, pointing to his chest.
The illusionist grabbed the pendant that had just saved Su He's life, and held it tightly in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand popped.
"There is still one person missing." The prophet looked at the last empty seat, where the white light shot straight into the sky, and the light spread, and Qi Le, who was kneeling on the ground, appeared in the square of the court, with tears still on his face .
"Doctor Lu... Doctor Lu!" Qi Leren, whose half-field had just been broken and hadn't recovered, didn't care to ask why he appeared here, but immediately grabbed the prophet and kept repeating his friend's name.
There was some confusion in the prophet's eyes, he had never heard of this name before, so he turned his head to look at Si Lin, who explained, "Good friends of Qi Le people, they come from the same Xinshou village."
Qi Leren covered his face. The moment he saw the prophet, he instinctively asked this person for help, but after waking up, he realized that it was futile.
Even this person cannot bring a dead person back to life.
"And Ning Zhou! He's fighting with the Demon King of Power at sea. I feel that he is in danger now. I beg you to save him!" the people of Qi Le pleaded.
The prophet looked at him tenderly: "Are you sure you want to save him?"
"Of course!" Qi Leren didn't know why he would ask such a question.
"Have you ever thought that for Ning Zhou, dying here is not a bad thing." The Prophet said.
"..."
"This may be the last time he bids farewell to the world as a human being. An expelled clergyman, in order to protect human beings, bravely fought against the devil and died in battle. This is the most precious thing for a saint. The natural ending, death endowed him with the highest glory in this life." The Prophet said, "But if he survives, condenses the realm of destruction, loses himself in the end, and goes to degeneration, the brave man who once saved others will become a new The evil dragon, everything he has done is no longer praise and glory, but a living irony. The whole world no longer remembers his sacrifice. They regard him as an evil god, loathe him, hate him, and slander him. This life is in endless pain, until the belated death ends him. You see, the same death endows life with different meanings, it is cruel and beautiful.”
Qi Leren stood in front of the prophet in a daze, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop, he didn't even realize that he was crying.
He finally understands what is more difficult to live than to die.
If this day, the magic dragon sleeps in the sea of bones, Ning Zhou will always be the saint of the Neverland. Even if he has been expelled, the world will only remember his unyielding soul at this moment. Death makes his sacrifice great. Meaningful. Perhaps for Ning Zhou, this is the ending he wanted.
But…
"But, he wants to live." Qi Leren looked through the prophet's shoulder, looked at the distant coast, and said firmly, "Ning Zhou, he wants to live with me."
"Even if you are an enemy of the world?"
"Even if you are an enemy of the world!"
The Prophet sighed deeply: "If there is a choice, I really don't want to choose you. If one day the new Destroyer King attacks the Twilight Land, I'm afraid you will lead him the way."
"I'll let him step over my dead body." Qi Leren said.
The prophet smiled, and there was a gentle arc in the boyish eyes: "It is enough for you to have this awareness. Sometimes, I am still willing to believe in love, just like the old devil and the holy nun. During that battle, I still felt To get it is to him...in fact, he wants to die under the sword of his lover. Perhaps for him, such destruction has lived up to their love."
Qi Leren looked at him anxiously, waiting for his help.
"Don't look at me anymore, it's your turn now. Remember the proposal I told you once? You, Si Lin, and the illusionist will support the Twilight Village together," the prophet said.
"But I don't want to..." Of course Qi Leren remembered this, but he rejected the prophet because he was afraid of forgetting.
"Don't you want to save Ning Zhou? This is your last chance." The Prophet said.
"Okay, I promise you!" Qi Leren said without thinking.
The Prophet put his hand on his chest where the heart beat and said to him, "You will never forget him, trust yourself."