Ever since I can remember, I have been taught by the priests in the temple. They want me to become a Templar. As a Templar, I have set foot on the battlefield countless times. The reason is just to protect the justice in my heart.
I, once placed my sword in front of God, and I swore on my life and soul that I will always uphold honor and justice. I will remember the virtues of humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, nobility, honesty, and justice, and use everything I have to uphold the responsibility and honor of the Templars. []
What I really want to protect is my sister, who is close to me by blood. Like me, she is a Templar. She seems to be born with a sacred temperament. Even though she is my sister, I still want to protect her. I can't help but yearn for her.
When I was practicing swordsmanship, riding skills, and military training, I looked for her, but I didn't find her. She was not in these places. When I set foot on the battlefield for the first time, I saw her.
When she was killing the enemy, her unhesitating look shocked me. I couldn¡¯t believe that she was the sister who usually looked very peaceful.
" Side by side" has gone through countless battles, but never said a word to her, until that time, the last battle as a Templar.
After a tragic battle, we only had a dozen knights left. I resented the rigid chivalry. If it hadn't been for the enemy's flanks to spread out and surround us because of the hot pursuit, it wouldn't have been so tragic. .
But what I didn¡¯t expect was that the war was not over. Just when our remaining knights were about to leave the battlefield, thousands of enemies suddenly emerged from the ground beneath our feet. These were not ordinary enemies, they were monsters.
Just like the monsters in the story, they were ferocious in appearance, tall in stature, and extremely ferocious. A dozen knights were annihilated by the monsters in an instant. Seriously injured, I desperately rushed in front of my sister, trying to cover her departure.
But the number of monsters was beyond my imagination. Even if the battle reached the last moment, I still could not see the edge of the monsters. When I fell in a pool of blood, I heard her soft voice ringing in my ears.
"Thank you, my brother"
Knowing that I was on the verge of death, I still wanted to get up, but she gently held my chest so that I could not move. My eyes felt heavy and my vision began to blur and tremble.
I even thought I was hallucinating at that moment, because I saw my sister, Lorna. The silver-haired girl actually had three pairs of white wings growing on her back.
The moment before I closed my eyes, I saw her piercing her palm with a sword, raising her arm high, and a dazzling white light emitted from that palm.
A large number of Templars died in that war, but history has not really recorded it, and perhaps no one else knows the real story.
I don¡¯t know how long I slept, but I still felt very tired. I really wanted to sleep all the time, but there was someone who seemed to be calling me and asking me to wake up.
He asked me to give up the light, but I refused, because only the light can give me the strength to protect the people I need to protect, but that person told me that darkness can do the same, and can even do things that light cannot.
I agreed, I accepted the call of darkness, gave up my glorious past, sold my soul, and gained near-eternal power.
After experiencing the dark death, I set foot on the battlefield of crusade again. The screams of the ghouls, the screams of the gargoyles, the cold evil, and the beauty of blood gathering on the blade made me believe that I have enough strength to protect her.
I wanted to leave, but the person who woke me up did not stop me, but he said there was no need to leave, and he took me to a room.
I saw a coffin that could hold an adult, but the difference was that it was made of crystal. Through the crystal, I saw a person lying inside.
When I only saw the long silver hair, I had already guessed who that person was. He had fair skin, a taller figure among girls, long silver hair, lavender lips, and a quiet appearance. Who else could she have
Lorna, my sister, I once naively thought that with pure white wings, you could return to heaven like those gods. I agreed to have the power I have now just to be qualified to stand in front of you and be your Guard.
But now, what I see is that you are lying naked in the cold crystal. You have lost your life. I cannot accept this fact.
I turned my attention to the Necromancer. He just looked at me and said lightly, "It can't be done now"
I and several other colleagues serve as the bodyguards of the Necromancer. I will perform every task assigned to me by my master with all due diligence.?Best.
To me now, a few years is just a short moment. Just when I almost lost the concept of time, the owner led us back to the room where my sister was sleeping.
The master woke her up, but I stood there in a daze. Although I couldn't tell the reason, I knew that she was no longer what she used to be.
¡°She is no longer the person I longed for back then. I have thought more than once that my sister¡¯s body must be occupied by a hateful devil.
Whether it is the way he looks at things, the way he does it, or his temperament, he is completely different from before. In terms of swordsmanship, he is like a person who has never held a sword.
Whenever I teach her swordsmanship, an unstoppable murderous intention will fill my heart and make me lose my mind. When I wake up again, she has been seriously injured. Seeing her flowing with blood, my heart My heart will be inexplicably excited.
This excitement of wanting to drink her blood makes me feel less like a death knight and closer to a ghoul. I despise myself for thinking like this. No matter what, she is my biological sister.
When accompanying the owner, I could see that she also wanted to travel together, but was refused. During that trip, we met a strange woman. Her mount was a war horse as red as blood, a dead horse. A war horse that only a knight can control.
Because of her relationship, I was at odds with my former master. Because of her, I know the true identity of the Necromancer, because of her, I know the relationship between the Necromancer and our siblings, and because of her, I know that the monsters I encountered during my lifetime were summoned by the Necromancer.
She is called Wall, and she prefers another name for her - Killing.
I have been to many places with her. On one of the plains, I felt a familiar feeling. I chased after her. It was a human army. Among the soldiers, I saw the familiar man with long silver hair. figure.
Even though I was wearing a cloak with the ability to hide my body, she still saw me, and I left before she could catch up. To this day, I still can¡¯t understand why I turned around at that time.
Now, Wall and I are running fast, and our destination is the former cemetery. The huge strong bow behind Wall warns me that it is called "Killing".