Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Light.

The golden light converged into a sharp blade that swept the world, and the golden streamer that pierced the sky gliding down the crimson sky.

It should have been an instant, but in the eyes of other bystanders, this instant seemed to be stretched infinitely.

Dum looked at the holy sword that was cut with endless light. Under the armor mask, his eyes were full of consternation. In front of him, the system of the armor could no longer calculate the intensity of this energy.

There is no need to calculate.

Dum knew that if the sword was aimed at himself, then he would never survive.

It crossed the sky.

It was like a stone pillar supporting the sky dome collapsed, hitting the sky of the turbid sea in a sky-turning attitude.

In the sky, the invisible, indescribable evil spirit whistled in fear.

It wants to escape.

It can't face the power of this world.

But it can't go!

Already at this moment, how could Dumu let it go?

The purple exorcism ritual is manipulated into an endless bondage, just like a closed net, binding the huge invisible evil spirit to the sky above.

Then, the light of destruction.

The light came.

The sword shadow carried by the holy sword that had been lifted by 13 heavy seals, and those golden, streamers that burned like flames, had not touched the body of the evil spirit, lit the chaotic breath.

It's like encountering Martian grease. There is no second ending except that it has been thoroughly burned.

It felt threatened.

It tried hard to stop the sword.

The chaotic force field, the purple light, is like a squeezed fruit, which is blocked in front of you with an explosive posture. The energy intensity and thick posture are comparable to the real city wall.

But it's useless!

Defense is useless!

Nothing can stop the blade from falling, at least in this world, no!

"puff"

It's like the sound of a blade cutting into a balloon.

The golden light flooded the sky in the next moment.

Those forces were applied by Altolia to the body of evil spirits in a concentrated and explosive posture, just like the sky lit a bonfire, and the golden flames burned in the collision.

They are set off to the sky as if the entire sky dome started to burn at this moment.

The golden fire spread across the clouds, and in the desperate wailing of evil spirits, the flame rolled outwards along every chaotic force in this world.

It's like a rain of flame covering the world.

Any place with chaotic residue will be completely burned by the golden flame.

Even in the deepest trench of the turbid sea, the ugly fish people who were trembling in the cave were burned to ashes in the flames burning in the water.

But they will not disappear.

Their burnt bodies will re-infiltrate the nutrients into this world, and those that have been taken away by evil spirits will be returned to this split new world in this way.

The land will become fertile again.

The earth will be full of life again.

After hoping to return to this world, it will breed a better and more peaceful era.

And the best part is that this time, they are no longer isolated.

This time, there will be a supreme man born from their world. When the disaster comes, open his arms and protect everyone in the shadow behind him.

Ah, the new world...

The wailing of the evil spirit in the burning end is like a hymn celebrating the coming of the new world.

In that beautiful song,

It's already here.

Right in front of you.

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"Om"

The sword of vow victory in Altria's hands is like a quicksand blown by the wind, and the phantom of the sword dissipates little by little, like a broken glass.

There were white ashes flying around the swordsman's body.

Her spiritual foundation is broken.

She can no longer reside in this world.

In front of her, behind her.

As the ceremonial carrier of the round-table voting, the same is true of the adjudicator Joan of Arc and Knight Brunnard.

They will all dissipate and return to an endless time, waiting for the next call to another era with holy relics.

Their mission in this war is over.

This is the price of cutting out that sword.

The witch Hermione stood beside the weak heroes, and she looked at her friends.

She knew that it was time to say goodbye.

"When I was first summoned by you, I hated you."

The adjudicator Jeanne drew her holy white battle flag, which she no longer fluttered. She flicked her hair weakly. She said to Hermione:

"I hate the British, your arrogance... and some of your habits remind me of the nobles who burned me to death."

The lady showed a gentle smile.

Her small half had disappeared from the golden halo.

She said to Hermione:

"But now I don't hate you anymore, Lord."

"You are a kind person, a kind person, a person worthy of respect, I am honored to work with you...maybe, you will also become a member of us in the future."

Jeanne held out her hand and waved at Hermione when her body faded into light. She said:

"Then the Lord, see you next time."

Hermione nodded seriously.

Her big eyes have turned red, and she is still a sentimental person.

This is her first time to say goodbye to her hero.

She had known for a long time that there were no feasts in this world, but...

Knowing is one thing.

Can it be accepted, that is another matter.

"I want to visit Asgard again."

The female knight Brunnhild leaned against his horse, and the cold knight seemed to become talkative when she disappeared.

A round of rainbow shone behind her. For the first time, she reached out to untie her silver armor covering her eyes, and then shook her silver long hair quite freely, in the star-like light.

She said to Hermione:

"It seems that this wish will not be realized until the next time."

"Master, you are a good soldier, I look forward to fighting alongside you next time..."

After talking, in Hermione’s gaze, Brunhild rode on the warhorse, waved his hand without looking back, and pulled up the horse rein, rushing into the rainbow behind him like a galloping knight.

In that wonderful rainbow, it completely disappeared in front of Hermione.

"The Lord..."

Altolia, sitting on the stone, holding a broken hilt in her hand, raised her head and looked at Hermione in tears.

She looked at the golden light burning above the sky behind Hermione.

Like the sunset and sunset in a peaceful era.

That light shone on this world, and after more than ten years of desperate time, it brought light back to this world for the first time.

"I can't walk with you anymore."

King Arthur tilted her head, her face covered with a smile, she said to Hermione:

"You must win!"

"I don't care anymore, seriously."

Hermione bit her lip. She raised her hand and put it on Altria’s illusory face. She said:

"I have got the most important things, and I know how I should go in the future."

"That's good."

The heroic swordsman said with satisfaction:

"Then go all the way, see you next time."

"Hey, don't say that."

Hermione stepped forward, she squatted down, and embraced Artolia, who was about to disappear. She reached out her hand and gently touched the golden, raised dull hair above the hero's head.

This time, Altolia stopped her no more.

Hermione will be hugged in the arms of the swordsman. She looks at Altria who is about to disappear. She whispers:

"I said I would like to accompany you back to Wales to see where you were born, to travel around Europe and the whole world. I haven't forgotten this agreement yet."

"Sleep, Altria, don't say goodbye to me."

"We will meet soon, and next time, I will not let you make such sacrifices for me...sleep."

The heroic swordsman said nothing more.

She closed her eyes, and after a war, just like lying in a friend's arms to rest, she was too tired. In the low snoring, her figure dissipated in Hermione's arms like golden light.

Those golden lights revolved around Hermione, like a final farewell.

A few minutes later, Hermione stood up, learning from Artoria, holding the mechanical sword in her palm, raising her head, and letting no chaotic wind blow her long hair.

Hermione closed her eyes slightly in the golden light.

She knew that the decisive battle was coming.

She and Dum decisive battle.

The person who won becomes the Supreme Master and loses...

Just lost.

"Click, click"

Outside the sanctuary not far away, the tightly closed door opened slowly, and the golden light shone on the door, reflecting a shadow.

There is a boundary between shadow and light. People stand in the shadow. They look at the world that is completely different outside. They can no longer hear those noisy sounds. There are no strange illusions in their eyes.

Those winds with fragrance seem to announce to them that a new world has emerged.

But long-term despair prevented them from taking the first step easily.

Until, until a girl holding candy worried about her big sisters, she opened the crowd and rushed out in one step, rushing into the golden light from the shadow.

From the era of despair, step into a new world.

She ran to a small hillside and looked left and right, but she could not find her big sisters. She was a little disappointed and sad.

Then, tender fingers appeared from behind and placed on her little head, gently rubbing her yellow hair.

"Sister Hermione!"

The little girl turned happily and hugged the witch's waist.

Hermione also patted the girl's hair with a smile.

The two stood under the golden light and looked into the distance. After the golden flame burned the chaos of the sky, the dawn sunlight finally came.

"Wow"

The little girl's eyes widened.

This was the first time she saw real sunshine in her life.

really...

As my mother once told her.

So beautiful.

More people were inspired by the little girl's courage. They came out of the shelter and looked at this new world blankly.

They are filled with confusion and do not know what to do.

But it does not matter, the age of hope has arrived, they have enough time to think about how to rebuild their world.

Farther away, on the ridge behind the shelter.

In military uniform, the one-armed old man sat on a stone and endured the golden flame of his body. He seemed to feel nothing.

The scary face covered with black horns was full of indescribable tenderness.

He looked at the young people who were screaming, shouting, and laughing in the sun, and finally there was a light in his cloudy eyes.

"You can welcome the new world with them."

Durm's voice sounded behind the old man. The wizard's armor was ruined, barely still intact, and he was covered with a new green cloak.

He came to participate in the decisive battle.

He said to the old man:

"If you need it, I can help you extinguish the flames, you can wash the chaos for you, you can lead these young people as elders...they need a leader to go better."

"No, they don't need it."

The old man never looked back, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't need it, just let me look at it that way."

"I have been walking for too long, I have escaped for too long, I don't want to run around anymore, here...this is where I end up."

"Thank you, outsiders, thank you for saving this world, thank you for the hope you left behind, we will not let this down..."

"Will not fail..."

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and opened one arm.

He greedily breathed the clean air again, letting the golden flame burn more violently on him, he didn't have the slightest pain, until the moment he was completely covered by the flame, his face was still full of smiles.

Dumu stood there, looking at the burned old man.

He heard it.

The old man's last voice before leaving.

"me..."

"I am the scar left by the old times. In this beautiful new world, there is no place for me..."

The wizard king stood on the spot like a stone statue.

He just watched the old man infested with chaos burned to ashes by golden flames. This scene touched the heart of Dumu.

He began to doubt the truth of the world more and more.

Is it really just a battlefield that is shaped out of thin air for battle?

The wind blew across the ridge, blowing the gray embers into the sky. In the sway of the cloak on Dumm's body, he watched the other side jump into the dawn of the sky.

The warm light replaced the burning golden flame and began to shine on the land.

"You came?"

Dum said without looking back:

"If the sword was just a little more biased, you would have won..."

"My Altria would not do that."

The witch Hermione held the hilt of the mechanical long sword, and she flicked her hair.

"She disdains the stolen victory, I have probably been with her for too long, and I have also been influenced by her."

She lifted the long sword in her hand and pointed at Dum. In the light of dawn, she said:

"Come on, you and my decisive battle."

Dum looked back at the shelter not far away. He said:

"Shazan told me that good people should not fight against each other, it's a naive idea, but I think, don't let them see the life and death between the saviors..."

"Let them keep good memories of the heroes."

"Let's fight in another place."

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