Original God's Dark Priest

The Knight of the North Wind, the wolf cub Rustan, fought with monsters in the dark disaster and eventually died in battle.

At the last moment of his life, there were only three people he couldn't let go of.

Alan Delin, Roland and his lover, Rosalin who is far away in Xumi.

"If there is another chance, I really want to see her again and say a word..." With such thoughts, Rustan, unwillingly, finally closed his eyes.

The disaster did not subside so quickly. Because of the existence of the dragon Durin, the disaster suffered by Mondstadt was much more serious than expected.

The magic dragon Durin carries the power of the abyss. Even if you get close to it, you will be infected by the power of the abyss, lose your mind, and become a monster that only knows how to kill.

Not to mention the many monsters that followed the dragon Durin to Mond.

Grand Master, Lion of Light Alendrin, must stay in the city to maintain the order that is about to collapse.

As for the rest of the Knights of Favonius, those who could be dispatched were all dispatched, all of them were fighting bravely, and they continued to kill various monsters in order to protect their homeland.

Mondstadt has become a purgatory.

The death of Rustam extinguished the flame of hope in almost everyone's heart. Even someone as powerful as him was drowned in the beast tide. Is there anyone who can save Mondstadt from the dire straits?

No one can answer such a question.

Alan Delin couldn't do it either, but he was ready to sacrifice himself. If he couldn't hold on, he would rush out and kill as many monsters as possible to gain a glimmer of hope for the people behind him.

Facing the monsters that were pouring in like a tide, Alendrin remembered what he had said to Rustan when they were drinking one day:

"If you don't triumph, I won't cry for you.

I will drink a glass for you again, just like I did today."

Rustam did not triumph, he died, but Alandrin did not have the chance to cry, nor did he have the chance to have a drink.

With the monsters attacking, he didn't even have time to relax, let alone mourn the loss of his best friend.

In the face of this world-destroying disaster, all emotions are luxuries, but they do not have the capital or margin for luxury.

Seeing the situation gradually deteriorating, Alendlin knew that he had to make a choice: to defend Mondstadt to the death, until the city was broken and everyone died.

Or, he could risk his life to buy a tiny bit of time, allowing Mond to fall into destruction in the absence of a leader.

This was a situation where death was inevitable, and any choice was meaningless. Allendlin felt deep despair.

But he is the Grand Commander, he cannot despair. If even he shows such negative emotions, how can he let the residents of Mondstadt have hope?

It’s not that there are no people who are persisting on the battlefield, or rather, some people are killing the enemy even more desperately after learning of Rustan’s death.

The pure white knight, Roland.

According to the chivalry taught by Rustan, cut, slash, pierce, and then start from the beginning, cut... until the monster can no longer move...

Roland tirelessly repeated the mechanical movements. One monster after another died under his sword. He didn't know how long he had been killing, nor did he know where he was going.

The white flower on his chest had long been stained with black blood, but he seemed unaware, with only the thought of hunting remaining in his mind.

When he came to his senses, the disaster in Mond seemed to have subsided. He did not see the monsters being wiped out, but he was very tired, so tired that he did not want to move, and just wanted to stay where he was and fall asleep.

This disaster completely changed Roland's state of mind. At this moment, the pure white knight was no longer seen, and instead, there was a justice-abiding, almost perverted, blood-stained knight.

Of course, this is a follow-up.

Rosalyn's return to Mond was not a very fortuitous timing.

She did not witness Rustam's death, nor was she able to save her lover.

She was unable to find Roland's whereabouts because the battlefield was too chaotic. Or rather, after learning of Rustan's death, her heart was completely confused.

She cried secretly in her residence all night, her mind was full of the man's figure, but... she would never see him again.

"I'm sorry, Miss Lowfat, Rustan... I didn't fulfill my duties as Grand Commander..." Alan Delin's guilt almost overflowed.

But Rosalin only felt irritated. What was the point of saying this now?

Rustam is dead! Why is he dead? Why are you still here? Why?

Why did he have to die? Why not you?

Why can the people in this city still live so comfortably under the protection of the Knights Templar?

Why didn't you die?

All deserve to die.

You all deserve to die!

Tears of blood flowed from Rosalin's eyes, and all kinds of crazy thoughts grew in her heart. This world is hell and it is dirty.

Hell needs a cleansing to cleanse away all the filth, all the people who don't have to exist, and... those monsters.

Yes, new world, I would like to become a witch who burns everything, burn all the filth in this world with fire, and dedicate the brand new world to him.

Even if I die, I will bury him in a clean world... This is my last obsession.

The witch's madness gave rise to an eternal fire, which burned everything within her sight. The blazing fire was like a punishment from heaven, descending irresistibly upon the land of Mondstadt.

Those were long days, and all Mondstadt could see were twisted flames and charred bodies. The air was filled with the smell of burning that lingered for a long time.

When all the monsters were eliminated, Mond had completely changed.

A scorched earth...

The survivors who walked out of Mondstadt did not feel happy or moved. All they felt was the fear of surviving the disaster.

Because the Fire Witch had lost her mind, she did not distinguish between friend and foe, and while burning the monsters, she did not spare the knights who were fighting the monsters.

So much so that later on, when everyone saw this witch, they would immediately flee, and no one would simply think that she was a friendly force coming to support Mondstadt.

They would rather believe that this was an equally out-of-control monster, no different from the ones that had caused huge casualties in Mond.

In other words... even those monsters, where the brutal battles resulted in rivers of blood, were not as tragic as it is now.

This is truly a vast expanse of barren land. Even the Wine Lake, which was regarded as the moat of Mondstadt, has been evaporated. The witch's wanton destruction eliminated the monsters, but it also caused serious trauma to Mondstadt.

Her actions will not be praised, and even her name, her image, her behavior, and everything about her will be sealed along with this dark disaster, and no one will mention them again in the future.

This is a battle destined to be buried in the dust of history.

She was destined to be forgotten.

Before Rustam died, he saw light.

He prayed to the glimmer of light, hoping to see his lover again.

Before he fell into the darkness of death, the faint light that seemed like an illusion did not respond to him.

But, he probably succeeded.

Not all Knights of the North Wind in the Temple of the North Wind have their own thoughts.

There are two exceptions, one is Ravenwood, and the other is Rustan.

Ravenwood's spirit is protected by Boreas. He is with the Wolf King of the North Wind. As the first light and shadow recorded in the Temple of the North Wind, he has his own complete consciousness.

And Rustan was more like an accident.

Speaking of inheritance, Rustan's West Wind swordsmanship has been perfectly passed down and has never been lost. His light and shadow are actually not irreplaceable.

In terms of strength, Rustam was not outstanding among all the Knights of the North Wind. After all, he died young and was far from reaching his peak.

As for identity, the titles of Knight of the North Wind and Young Wolf were not enough to make him unique in this temple. Even as a former hero of the Dark Night, his achievements could not make him special.

The reason why he was able to maintain his consciousness was probably because of the glimmer of light he saw before he died.

The moment he saw Rosalyn, Rustam recognized her.

Although there are great changes, the eyes will not change.

Rustan was absolutely certain that the woman in front of him was his lover. Even after hundreds of years, her eyes, like autumn water, were still full of love. While her eyes were sparkling, there was a tenderness that was enough to drown people.

"Rosalin, are you finally back?" I've been waiting for you for a long time, really a long time...

Rustan looked at Rosaline, whose eyes were red, and subconsciously swallowed the words that might make her feel guilty and uncomfortable.

Rosalin tried hard to open her eyes. Her eye sockets were already filled with tears. If she blinked, her tears would burst out.

She didn't want to cry in front of Rustam, she didn't want to make him worry.

She opened her eyes stubbornly and tried her best to calm herself down.

She had a lot to say, things she had been thinking about for five hundred years, but now she couldn't say a word.

She opened her mouth for a long time before she uttered the first words she had confided to her lover in five hundred years: "Rustan, I miss you so much..."

"I'm sorry, Rosalin. I'm useless. I failed to protect Mondstadt, and even... I failed to hold on until you came back." Rustam apologized softly.

His words made Rosalin completely break down. She shook her head vigorously, and her tears could no longer be stopped like pearls from breaking off a string, falling one by one: "It's not like that... You're not wrong..." I was wrong, I... I failed you, failed your wish, and almost did something that cannot be undone.

Almost, all your efforts went to waste and you almost missed our only chance to meet.

Rustam reached out his hand, trying to wipe away Rosaline's tears, but his hand went straight through her body.

This made Rosalin stop sobbing for a moment. She hurriedly tried to grab Rustan's hand, but failed again. They seemed to be from two different worlds and could not touch each other.

"No, this is not right! We were able to meet each other before, so why can't Rustan do it? This... this is not right!" Rosalin tried desperately to grab Rustan like a madman, but it was all in vain.

Rustan was like a phantom, broken up and then gathered again by her panicked movements. No matter what movements she made, Rustan just stood there quietly with a lonely smile on his face.

"Rustan...Rustan! Why is this happening? Why can't I touch you..." Rosalin was about to collapse. Although she was already satisfied to be able to see Rustan, now that they had met, she really wanted to be more greedy.

She wanted to hold Rustan's hand, wanted a hug, wanted to feel his body temperature again.

But... all of this is impossible...

"So that's how it is? This is the price." Rustan was very calm, he understood.

He made a wish to the temple, hoping to meet Rosaline. Therefore, he is different from other Knights of the North Wind and has his own thoughts.

The price he paid was that his light and shadow had no combat ability, and couldn't even touch Rosaline, or even...

He suspected that he was not the real Rustan at all. Rustan was already dead, and the one recorded here was the light and shadow that possessed Rustan's memories.

He may just be a substitute.

In the end, he couldn't say out loud this cruel fact.