Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The filthy soul has been purified, and the pure white flame has not been extinguished for a long time.

Grezel disappeared completely, and the dead who died in battle never came back to life.The Holy Light's army is still fighting in front of the gates of Karami, but with the addition of orc tribes and reinforcements, the balance of victory has been completely tilted.

On the wall of Karami, the boy with bandages on his wrist and right eye watched all this quietly.

He raised his left hand, took over the crow sitting on his shoulder, and cast his eyes on the young man holding the sword in the center of the battlefield.

A long, long time ago, they had a fight in Ferdinand, fighting from the bottom of the sea to the sky, and falling from the sky to the deep sea.

The sword light sliced ​​through the space instrument, and a dark crack tore open the space soundlessly.

Thunder and lightning flashed on the sea, and a terrifying storm was brewing from the ever-expanding space rift. Sea water, dark clouds, night... everything was torn into the bottomless pit of greed.

The black hole rolled and surged on the surface of the sea, and a thunderbolt fell, which was also silently swallowed by it, without a sound.

No one knows what lies on the other side of the rift.

"What's that?" asked the boy with the sword.

The god was still attacking, so he just replied casually: "Crack in the space, you broke the things that created the world. The crack will swallow everything in the space, and it will continue to expand until the entire Losra is destroyed."

The young Jianfeng paused, "Is there any way to stop it?"

"Yes." said the god, "fill it with your body."

"It's still too late. When it grows up, I'm afraid even you won't be able to stop it."

The swordsman didn't answer, just attacked silently.

Just when the gods thought that he was unwilling to give up his life, the flames on the sword suddenly swelled, and the young man rushed up, hugged him and fell towards the sea. Directly below was a strangely calm black hole.

"Are you crazy?"

The gravitational force of space tore behind him, and the god pushed him hard, but the flame of the Judgment Sword turned into a cage, locking them together.

"That way you'll die too."

"I'm not afraid."

The cage woven by the flames dragged two figures down quickly, and before falling into nothingness, the young man took one last look at the Judgment Sword.

The sword fell into the dark night sky, and the aurora flowed.

Day and night, stars, every snow mountain, river, forest, man and beast in Nathaniel, everything he loves.

"As long as they exist, that's enough."

……

Lothra's starting point is darkness, and he is the god conceived in the darkness, in charge of death.

The world has never seen or heard of him. He is alone all year round, accompanied by endless darkness.

After leaving the abyss, I saw those people living in the light. They believed in another god in this world, built temples and statues for her, and presented flowers for her.

"Why?" he asked the priest.

The priest replied: "Because Lord Isabella spread the light to the earth, and let the light shine on the world."

"Oh, it is."

He has never dealt with human beings, and no one taught him what is good, what is evil, what is love, what is faith.

He let the plague sweep across the continent and bring death to the world—that was the power he was in charge of. He thought that as long as he showed enough divine power to the world, they would believe in him.

But the result is exactly the opposite.

What he got was hatred, and those humans hated him and called him an evil god.

"why?"

He still didn't understand until he fell into nothingness.

His body filled the gap in space, and his soul came to the plane where the world was created, lost all memory, and was reborn as an ignorant baby.

Unlike the previous life, this time someone taught him good and evil, justice and order.

His parents, ordinary but kind, love him unconditionally, even though he has nothing but mischief.

"You don't need to be a great, powerful person, just be yourself, don't get in the way of others, and be a good boy."

Then a serious illness took them away.

"If you had superpowers, what would you use them for?"

"I want to heal those who are sick," he said.

……

Healing has never been the ability of Reaper, killing is.

The fighting on the battlefield has come to an end, and the swords and swords, the collision of weapons and the screaming of soldiers have gradually died down.

Syl retracted the Sword of Judgment into his body and walked towards the city gate.

Suddenly, the world changed color.

Black mist swept across the battlefield, dark clouds engulfed the setting sun, and flying sand and rocks whizzed past. This storm spread and spread to the entire horizon.

Ferdinand's shipwreck in the deep sea surfaced, Augustine's tomb stretched out countless hands, and above the Nathaniel snow field, plants that had been extinct for thousands of years pulled out branches and buds from the frozen soil and grew rapidly.

The soul fires in the eye sockets of the skeleton soldiers were extinguished, bloody flesh and skin appeared on the bones, and countless creatures woke up from their long sleep.

Syl saw the center of the storm, the boy standing on the top of the city.

"Hades, what are you doing?"

Hades released the crow at his fingertips and looked at him: "Syl."

"Your kingdom was destroyed because of me, and now I will give it back to you."

"After everything is over, can you build a temple for me in Nathaniel?" He gestured, "It doesn't need to be very big, this is enough, and only dedicated to me."

"Although no one may come to worship, please make my idol more handsome."

"I'm not like you. I want to leave a name for my good deeds."

His body gradually became transparent, melting into the raging black mist.

"What the hell are you doing?" Syl kicked off his toes and leaped towards the top of the wall, "Stop quickly."

"I'm reversing death." Hades opened his arms and slowly fell forward. "Didn't I say it a long time ago, my uncle wants to save the world?"

"It's my turn this time, Syl."

"Wow—"

The moment he fell from the top of the city, Hades' figure shattered into countless pieces of black feathers, which slowly drifted away in the wind.

Like a dream, everything calmed down.

The bloody aura on the battlefield was swept away by the wind, and the dark clouds cleared away, revealing a dark and clear night sky.

It's already night.

Syl didn't realize the passage of time. He walked slowly to the city wall and held a piece of black feather, which was left by the crow on Hades' shoulder.

He remembered that a long time ago, he went to the abyss alone and drew his sword to the god of death, thinking that the other party was an extremely evil existence, but in those eyes, there was only childlike innocence.

Nathaniel's soldiers threw away their swords, spread their palms and stared at the texture of the skin on their palms, both familiar and unfamiliar, they pressed their chests to feel their body temperature and heartbeat.

He pinched his face hard, gasped in pain, and grinned silly.

Laughing and laughing, someone suddenly knelt down and covered their faces and wept bitterly.

Tamara's wings were covered with hard armor again. She landed on the top of the city, lowered her head towards Syl, and said anxiously, "Your Highness, the Lord Demon King has been sleeping since he was hit by the rune...it seems to be dying soon."

"What?" Syl immediately climbed up to Tamara's back. "Where is he? How is he now?"

"In the palace. It was okay at first, there was no movement at all, it just seemed to be asleep. But just now, Lord Demon King's hair suddenly turned gray..."

Tamara stopped at the door of the baron's mansion.

Syl didn't care about other things, jumped to the ground and ran straight into the cellar, and entered the palace through the teleportation point.

Long silver-white hair spread out on the champagne-colored bed. The devil's handsome features were gentle and calm. Although the color had changed, the hair was full of vitality and luster, and it was growing crazily. It didn't look like it was going to disappear as Tamara said.

Silence was a little relieved, and he walked over to pick up a piece of Lancelot's wrist.

There is temperature and pulse.

He pressed his face to the chest of the man who seemed to be asleep again, and heard a strong heartbeat.

"Lancelot." Seale said softly while sitting on the bedside, "Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time, there was a handsome devil who lived in a beautiful palace."

"The evil Pope casts a spell that puts him in a deep sleep, and he won't wake up until a kiss from someone who truly loves the Devil."

Searle leaned down, kissed Lancelot's eyebrows, eyelashes, and finally stayed on his lips.

The devil opened his eyes, dragged the boy into the bed, rolled over and held him down.

The silver hair was scattered around Syl's neck, and he raised his face, facing the pair of blue eyes that belonged to a fox.

"Lancelot," Searle said, looking at him, "you're the best-looking fox I've ever seen."