Because of his ridiculous persistence, he was ambushed and seriously injured by his teacher and junior sister, and fell down in rank.
Because of those insistences, he has not been able to accompany his wife and daughter properly over the years. He can only live as a zombie, neither human nor ghost. But seeing his wife and daughter are safe is enough for him.
But in the last battle of his life, he still couldn't kill to his heart's content.
I wasn't able to have a satisfying fight with my enemy.
All regrets...
When most men recall their lives, these regrets seem to be the ones that they think about the most.
But at least, he protected his family until the last moment of his life.
He has no regrets...
"In fact, I want to say that no matter the sunset over the ice sea, the sunrise over the bright ridge, or the howling wind in the Massa forest, they are not as beautiful as you. What a pity. If only I could take you to see them again..."
He whispered softly: "Claudia, you must go and see those beautiful scenery."
The world fell into silence.
This man called the Sword King forced himself to open his eyes with great difficulty.
He took one last look at the woman in front of him.
A glance at the world he once loved.
The sun sets...
The darkness was overwhelming, covering the half-desolated city.
Bakar finally closed his eyes, ready to fall into endless darkness.
No more sound...
Dead! He is finally dead!
Phyllis and the members of the Rose Sword School were ecstatic, revealing greedy and ferocious smiles.
The dark matrix above the earth became active again, ready to devour this long-lost soul.
boom…
That was the sound of a spine breaking.
Bakar finally lowered his proud head and ended his life as a zombie. His armor fell off completely, revealing his dry and rotten body, and death filled the air.
Mrs. Ola also gave a farewell smile and closed her eyes.
The couple's last moments before death seemed like a hallucination before death.
It is also like the hazy consciousness in the deepest part of the mind.
At this moment, it was as if someone was standing beside him, saying calmly: "Don't worry, there are actually more beautiful scenery."
The scarlet inverted cross suddenly pierced through the darkness!
"King of Swords, Bakar Flintstange, I command you in the name of the Undead King!"
The man whispered, "Wake up!"
Chapter 190: Revue of Despair and Hope
Almost no one expected that Licinius would appear on the battlefield at this time!
Originally, Phyllis had revealed a vicious and hideous smile, because the plan of the Rose Sword School, which had been shelved for decades, was finally completed today. She would obtain the soul of the Sword King and refine it into a holy relic!
The black-robed swordsmen supported the ground with their hands, and embedded the alchemical runes prepared in advance into the earth!
Originally, Claudia climbed the tower in order to use her own strength to help her father, so that the former King of Swords could end his last battle as a hero.
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and my father couldn't hold on in the end.
She was on a high place, looking at her parents hugging each other tightly on the long street, and she couldn't even bear to let go of the bowstring.
I don't want to disturb their final peace.
So she resolutely turned her head, her cold eyes fixed on the despicable and ugly female swordsman in the distance. The iron bowstring was trembling tautly, releasing a tremendous murderous intent.
Until... until that boy appeared!
"Everything in the universe is beyond control!"
The young man said, "Break the chains, destroy the fetters, weep and scream the Lord of the Dead Tomb!"
The world fell into silence.
Licinius stood on the broken street, his hair fluttering in the wind, his black and white eyes full of willfulness and wildness, his robe fluttering in the wind like the wings of an eagle!
A scarlet inverted cross suddenly lit up in the darkness, as if divine punishment had come!
"King of Swords, Bakar Flintstange, I command you in the name of the Undead King!"
He whispered, "Wake up!"
boom!
Licinius raised his left hand, and the scarlet inverted cross flowed like blood. Countless hysterical, desperate and twisted cries sounded in the darkness, like a symphony of doomsday and a hymn to the abyss!
He stood on the long street, looking like a saint hanged on an inverted cross.
An illusory scarlet inverted cross materialized behind him, solemn and sacred, mysterious and evil!
It seemed as if some incredible miracle was about to happen!
"Kill him, kill him quickly!"
Phyllis didn't know what was going to happen next, but when she saw this hateful boy appear, she immediately had an ominous premonition in her heart, and even her scalp tingled!
She had a premonition that something extremely horrible, even something beyond common sense, would happen next!
The first reaction of the Rose Sword members was to rush forward and kill. Dark shadows rushed out from all directions, and the cold sword light tore through the air and slashed towards the boy's neck.
But almost at the same time, an angry metallic vibration sound was heard.
Those iron swords suddenly broke away from the swordsmen's control and stabbed into their chests.
Dark blood spurted out.
Phyllis' pupils suddenly contracted, and she spoke in a lost voice: "Novia! She's here too!"
The next second, Li Xini's hand fell.
Falling on the head of the Sword King.
A flash of scarlet blood appeared, as if countless twisted souls in the abyss were rejoicing.
This is a tribute to the resurrection of the dead!
Licinius's brain was buzzing and he saw endless light.
That was the ridge of the sky far away at the end of the world. There was endless light above the sky. Someone was sitting on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains and rivers below, and turned to look at him.
This is a man about thirty years old, with a weathered and rough face, a tall and strong body, and a steel sword on his back. He looks like a giant god from a myth, majestic and solemn.
Beside him, there was a young girl, also with a gentle smile on her face.
This is the Sword King Bakar and Lady Aura when they were young.
"Master Valerius Licinius?"
Bakar didn't seem surprised to see the boy in front of him. He said calmly, "I have fought the battles that needed to be fought and I have fulfilled my promise. The rest is up to you. I hope that one day you can bring Claudia to Guangming Tianji and watch the sunrise."
Madam Ora also bowed slightly: "Thank you, Master Licinius."
Licinius smiled as he looked at the couple and the sunlight in the sky, and said with emotion: "Is this the legendary Bright Sky Ridge? It is indeed a beautiful scenery. I will come to see it one day."
Bakar and Ola smiled farewell to each other, and their figures gradually became illusory.
"but… "
Licinius suddenly said, "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, is it as beautiful as home?"
The couple was slightly startled, and the wind blew their robes and hair.
"There is only one kind of heroism in this world, and that is to forge ahead even though you know it will end in tragedy. Mr. Bakar, Mrs. Ola, I respect you, you are both heroes."
Licinius raised his left hand and paused: "And I... never liked tragedy."
Under the incredulous gazes of Bakar and Ola, endless gray mist surged out of the young man's body. He stretched his hand into the light above the sky. The inverted cross on the palm of his hand was glowing with blood, and his palm suddenly tightened!
With a bang, the world collapsed in a symphony.
The light is shattered!
"Your story is far from over, Sword King Bakar."
He said: "Hold your sword tightly, even if... you have to face thousands of troops!"
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For a moment, Bakar opened his eyes again.
His eyes no longer had the deathly look they once had, but instead seemed to have returned to his youth, full of vigor and vitality.
He stood up slowly, leaning on the steel sword that was on the verge of breaking with both hands. His shriveled and withered body bulged up again, and his pale and dry skin was covered with blood. Along with the strange sounds of bone proliferation and flesh regeneration, a heartbeat like thunder sounded, and hot breath gushed out of his nostrils.
A tremendous vitality surged out from his body, and magic power roared and boiled!
Snap…
The pitch-black armor metal fell off, revealing a burly and gnarled upper body covered with scars.
Above the sky, a flash of lightning illuminated his burly figure.
The King of Swords is reborn today!
At the same time, the woman who was kneeling on the ground and had stopped breathing also opened her eyes in confusion.
Mrs. Aura raised her hands, and saw the corpse spots on her arms fade away like the tide.
The vitality in the body suppressed the deathly energy, achieving a perfect balance.
The couple looked at each other, as if they could not understand what was happening before their eyes. They were clearly heading towards a dead end, but they were able to return to this world as if reborn.
However, their attachment to this world and their reluctance to leave their daughter made them feel extremely happy.
There are no words to describe the joy.
This is a supreme gift.
God's grace.
This is a miracle!
The only one who created this miracle was the silver-haired boy.
"With my bones and blood, I will give you a new life!"
Licinius raised his left palm and condensed a blood-like rose. His life and soul quickly faded away, turning into broken red petals that fluttered on the broken street.
Behind him, the illusory inverted cross disappeared in the wind.
Accompanied by a graceful and enchanting figure that disappeared in a flash.
The young man's silver hair fluttered in the wind, and his robe rustled in the wind. He was surrounded by countless blood-red rose petals, as if he was conducting a symphony for millions of people in a grand opera house.
Swish!
The roses fell like batons!
"Let the show begin!"
No need for too many words or explanations.
The Sword King, who was reborn, certainly knew what he should do.
If I could live my life again, of course I would make up for all the regrets I had in the past!
Kill all those who should be killed!
Facing the horrified gazes of those black-clad swordsmen.
Facing Phyllis's almost exploding gaze.