Salvation equals death

It was a war whose brutal essence could not be obliterated even after a hundred years.

Fighting from dusk to dawn, Vera killed a prince and seriously injured an ancestor. At the price of two fingers and half a head, she finally got the retreat of the blood race.

Holding on to her broken body, she ruthlessly pushed back the ancestor who was afraid of death. She didn't dare to fall down, and she didn't dare to show any fragility, so that her legs and spine became stiff like stone statues.

Vera passed out standing up. She was wearing a blood-stained robe, and lost consciousness amid the wailing of the people and the cheers of the survivors. Before the darkness came, she only saw the first ray of light from the sky. .

It's warm—warm like a father's arms, or the heaven to which the dead eventually go.

——But who is doomed to die for the world, why expect heaven?

[You...] The system looked at the knights coming from afar, looked at the bright and distinct flag, and couldn't help sighing, 【Your luck is really bad, host. 】

The first person to rush here was not Adrian, but Bishop Croyer.

Oh no, he is no longer a bishop now, even if he tried his best to clear up that the so-called "Descent of Light" plan is just a lie of the devil, but it still can't stop his power from fading away, no one wants to be a sacrifice of the new world ——Any king, any vampire hunter would not wish to use such extreme means in exchange for a future without blood.

【does it worth? 】The system asked in puzzlement,【Do you really believe that Adrian can save the world?Even if you die for this, is it worth it? 】

[Look at your current ending, have you ever thought that Adrian is also afraid of you in his heart, he deliberately delayed the support, just to wait for your death? 】

The hero who repelled the blood race did not wait for the crown of justice to be added to his body. Instead, he was nailed through his limbs with spikes, fixed on the cross, and let the blood flow.The moment Croyer met her, he suddenly understood the truth of everything. He hated this "Holy Ancestor" who made him fearful and ended up in such a bleak situation, so he wanted to use the cruelest punishment to order her. She gets the most restless death.

In the name of "Oracle", Croyer refuted "the devil who killed and pretended to be the holy patriarch", and led the Knights to crucify the girl who disobeyed his wishes, as an example to deter the people.

In the deadly square, there was no shouting and crusade from the people, no cheers and applause as in the past when sinners were burned to death, only bishops talking to themselves and shouting "forgiveness" and knights holding swords, judging their sons like a farce A girl who fights to the last moment.

The bleak blood stained the golden-patterned white robe symbolizing light, and the girl with her head hanging down had silver hair like moonlight. Even if it was stained with blood, it still couldn't pollute the pure moonlight that seemed to flow.

The blood was dripping down, the sound was obviously inaudible, but the drops of blood splashed on the ground hit everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

For three days, the white rose cross, which could not be taken away by the bishop, healed the girl's wounds again and again, at the cost of drawing life -- but was soon cut out by someone with a knife blade for new wounds.

The nailed limbs could no longer feel pain, the flesh and blood seemed to grow together with the cold iron nails, and the weight hung down the limbs, the pain was so much that the numb brain could no longer accept the information.

—Father, it hurts so much.

"It doesn't matter anymore." Vera murmured in a low voice, she was half asleep and half awake, her consciousness had long been blurred, "...the more I do, the more I realize my powerlessness, and I can only do so much if I try my best—— "

"He and I are both the continuation of my father's life. If I can't become another father, I can only entrust this responsibility to him."

Vera was determined to give up.

[Don't forget that the fire of your life is formed by the condensation of human beliefs! ] The system warned.

[If you don't get enough wish power, your fire of life will still be extinguished, and even gods will usher in death! 】

[You don't understand the foundation of your existence at all, you are here to save the world, without the merit of saving the world and the belief of human beings, you are just a brilliant flame! 】

[What is the use of doing this?Can it last forever or be passed down through the ages?But in ten years, human beings can completely forget you! 】

[The fire of life has become weak, you don't even have this mediocre body, and it only takes a blink of an eye to drift away like a cloud of smoke! 】

"But what can I do?" Vera spat out a mouthful of blood, and the sky seemed to sense the sadness in the world. It was cloudy and cloudy for several days, which saved Vera from being tortured by the sun, but also The cold that caused too much blood loss pierced the bone marrow, "I tried my best to learn and change, but my strength is so weak that I can't turn the tide at all."

"My father said that there is no need for meaningless sacrifices in this world, but there will certainly be no worthless deaths."

"You can't shine by yourself, and you can't bring hope, so you can only protect the person who can bring hope, can't you?"

[Do you think your death is worthwhile? ! ] The system could hardly bear to curse angrily, 【I shouldn't have let you stay with Alex in the first place!Look up——! 】

【You saved this city and even this kingdom, but look at what these people who gave their lives for this are doing? ! 】

Vera raised her eyes with difficulty, but saw many phantoms who were silent in place. They gathered under the execution platform, shadows and shadows, crowded together, as if she couldn't see the light and shadow after she lost too much blood. phantom.

[They remain silent!They just think they are blind!So many days, so many people come and go!They didn't think about rebelling against the so-called "oracle", just watching you being crucified on the cross! 】

【Did they really believe Croyer's lie and think you were a demon pretending to be the Holy One?Don't they know that you are the hero who saved them?No, they understand! 】

[But they chose to abandon you, do you think your death can wake up those who pretend to be asleep?In this world where ignorance rules its people? 】

[After you die, the plan for the coming of light will continue, and the blood race will still wreak havoc on the earth, turning everything it goes into wasteland. Your life is worthless, and your death is meaningless! 】

[They would rather pretend to be deaf and dumb, believing that they were born with original sin, so they have to use pain to wash away their sins, and then they can return to heaven in the future!So humble, and unwilling to choose to resist! 】

[Alex used death to teach you the last lesson, he used his own death to add weight to your life, but——]

[Not everyone will look for the so-called meaning of life!Vera!More and more people, just living in a daze, are already satisfied! 】

In the starless and moonless night, the pampered Elder Croyer had already slept peacefully in the church, and the knight guarding the execution platform became bored and careless because of the three days of waiting.

But even so, no one thought of rebelling.

They gathered here day by day, even willing to travel thousands of miles, no one thought of rebelling against the Holy See to save her—no one.

Even death can't wake up a person who pretends to be asleep...?

Vera's eyes sank, and her consciousness suddenly became clear. In the dark night before the dawn - she was sober as if she had returned to the light.

The movement of her raising her head caused her hair to fall, revealing half of her bloody face and only one eye with a bloody hole. That too terrifying scene made the citizens standing silently in the square gasp.It was only then that Vera realized that the phantoms that were crowded in front of her were not her own illusions, but the heads of countless people. They knelt together densely and gathered into a sea of ​​people.

Under Wanmin's gaze, Vera coughed twice, her suppressed and hoarse voice became soft, and then she sang slowly.

Alex once said that she has a voice bestowed by the gods, and she is a seraph who sings hymns in front of the throne. Her singing can move even the gods, so she should not sing in front of people.

But now, the thorn bird, which has been flying non-stop for a lifetime without legs that can land on the ground, how can it not show its voice at the end of its life?

The moment the singing sounded, the world became silent instantly.

Vera sang a song about knights. Knights are a symbol of bravery and loyalty. They are heroes who walk in the world. They protect their homeland with their lives, even if they will pay the price of their lives.

This song is not a tribute to meritorious deeds, but a tune that Vera has heard in the countless blood and tears wars that Vera has experienced. The knights help their friends to return to their hometowns.

"I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to be brave against violence, I swear to fight all mistakes."

Vera lowered her eyes and sang peacefully and earnestly. Everything in this world has gone away from her. In the silence of her heart, she conveyed her blessings and hopes through singing.

"I swear to fight for the defenseless, I swear to help anyone who asks me, I swear not to hurt any woman."

The blood that flowed down was dyed a touch of gold, and wisps of sun-like flames ignited from the soles of her feet, spreading up little by little, gently and bleakly illuminating the starless and moonless night.

Vera heard the cries, and those suppressed cries gradually became louder, as if the buried pain had been vented, the cries gradually turned into an ocean, and some people even wailed hoarsely.

Someone echoed her singing, and the ballad that soared into the sky turned into a roaring cry, like a bird fluttering its wings, it was freedom and new life, light and hope.

"I swear to help my brother knights, I swear to be true to my friends, I swear to die for those I love—"

The flame was very hot, the blood was very hot, and even the tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes were scorching hot. In the almost maddening pain, Vera almost forgot that she was a human being.

—she thought she was the burning fire.

"I swear, I will carry out my beliefs and life, engrave my oath with my soul, and hereby offer supreme glory, and fight for all the good things in the world—"

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, and she put her whole heart and body into the holy flame, only hoping that her death could light up the hope called "miracle" in the hearts of the world.

Struggling so weakly and weakly, she even violated her oath and chose to commit suicide.She is so unwilling, unwilling that her whole life is just like this.

——Failed to become the bright light that I longed for.

Just like what the former civilization system said, she is nothing more than a brilliant fireworks in the end, and fireworks are easy to cool.

Can not be the sun, shining everywhere.

The blazing flames burned half of the sky red, and were confused with the light from dawn, making it difficult for people to tell whether it was the flames that lit up the night, or the flames that attracted the light of day.

The golden flame burned out the virtual image of an angel, and the man who seemed to be the embodiment of light leaned over and embraced his child who had suffered all his life, giving her a trace of precious warmth to the blood-dried body.

"...I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith..."

"father."

Vera raised her head, and she became a little child again in the light, facing the embrace that her god opened for her.

Looking at the pure and holy light illuminating the world, Croyer couldn't help but broke the scepter in his hand.He no longer made false appearances, but issued a massacre order to turn this place into an altar for the Philosopher's Stone.

He knew that he had lost the opportunity, not only the power of rebellion, but also the hearts and beliefs of the people.

But the massacre had just begun, and the knights holding weapons and representing brilliance were forced into a panic by the stones, rotten eggs, and vegetable leaves thrown at their heads.

"Sinner who betrayed morality and rebelled against God!"

The people holding wooden sticks, pots, pans, pans and other things were red-eyed, and rushed from all directions like crazy: "You are the sinners! You are!"

Resistant young adults took up weapons, capable and decisive women also took out everything they could think of as weapons, even children cried and grabbed small objects, and moved towards the former high-ranking The knights go.

"Why are we going through all this? Why are we carrying this grief—!"

"Why can bad people do whatever they want, but good people can't get rewarded?!"

"Who is it that really tarnished the name of God?! Who is the one who should be put to death?!"

—Who will give us an answer?

Croyer was surrounded by the desperate people. Axes and knives fell on him, causing him to struggle in pain and howl in grief: "You rebelled against the oracle! God will not forgive you!"

"Please God, don't forgive me!" The tearful girl stabbed the knife into the bishop's heart forcefully, covered her face with her blood-stained hands, and cried out hoarsely.

"If even she should go to hell! Then hell must be the heaven in my dream—!"

In the bloody village, the knights in shining armor murdered to the point of relentlessness, and then were smashed in the head with stones by the villagers who swarmed up, and died on the steps leading to the execution platform.

The winding steps were bright red. They were blood-stained footprints, of different sizes, but pointing in the same direction.

Crying and sobbing, they knelt down in front of the charred cross. They did what they didn't dare to do after struggling all night, paid the price in blood, and finally let out a deafening cry that belonged to the weak.

"Master Vera—"

Here is the last place for this hero who belongs to the weak to stay.

Adrian, who led the army to this place in a hurry, was not stopped by anything. The people opened the city gate for him, and everyone knelt down to welcome his arrival.

The most beautiful and purest girl in the town shed tears and knelt in front of everyone holding a gray-black shroud. She came to Adrian's body on her knees, raised her hands high, and offered the holy things in her hands.

——On the broken shroud, the magic pattern born at the cost of burning life glistened in the sunlight.

Many years later, some people will still recall the flames burning red in the sky in the night, as if they cleared away confusion for the world and guided the way forward.

"The ideal land we live in is a paradise that some people can't reach."

【Son of Light. End of Thorn Bird Weeping Blood】

------postscript--------

The seventh seat of the first volume of the Bright Magic Pattern——[Son of Light]

Star rating: demigod level (???)

Soul Seal: Vera Alex

Identity: Son of Alex, God of Light

Ability: Rare bipolar magic pattern, drawn on the front as an auxiliary magic pattern "thorn bird", endows the user with a god-given singing voice, increases our combat power, weakens the enemy's fighting spirit, and increases all attributes by 20% when the spirit is the same .

The reverse side is drawn as a sacrificial magic pattern "God's Presence", which summons the Holy Light to descend at the cost of burning life, purifies uncleanness, and dissolves all negative things in the range, and the range of ability increases by 50%.

The weak roared desperately, and the dark fire burned in sorrow and despair.

You sing hymns in the night,

That is the eternal light in the eyes of all peoples.

——"Heroic Soul Records. Heroes of the Weak"

She is a child of the light, who came from the light and returned to the light.

The world should not have her.

——Inscription. Adrian