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Text Chapter 26 The Journey of Dreams

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    "¡ª¡ªCrack"

    The heavy wooden wall was burning, making a beeping sound, and illuminated by the faint light of the flames was a group of black shadows, shadows that could not appear in this world like being covered by shadows.

    Wherever you can see, there are the remains of the flames, thick black dirt-like dust piled together, and some burning objects with only vague outlines left.

    As if he had something in mind, Aldo Longcris suddenly turned his head and looked back. Behind the burning city wall, across thousands of rivers and mountains, in that battlefield, it seemed as if something was suddenly extinguished.

    Above the heavy sky, the lead-gray clouds spread out strangely, condensing into all kinds of ugly images. Behind the clouds, a meteor suddenly flashed across the dark sky, disappearing with a bright tail flame.  Skyrim.

    "Meteor It's really rare" Elf King Aldo Longcris murmured to himself. For a while, the noisy sound of the surrounding players attacking Belika seemed to gradually fade away, and the sound of a sound echoed in his ears.  The voice of the Holy Spirit is like the low-pitched song of mercy from the high sanctuary where the gods reside.

    That girl passed away?

    ??Looking at his hands, they were still extremely smooth under the firelight, and they were extremely meticulously maintained due to years of exposure to magic.  It was these hands that pushed the girl into the abyss and into the embrace of death.  Did you do something wrong?  No, he did nothing wrong. For the stability of the Federation and the prosperity of the elves, he must kill all unnecessary accidents and all unnecessary emotions with his own hands.  No matter how unbearable it is, no matter how heavy it is, you must shoulder it.  This is his fate, a fate that has been destined since he put on the crown symbolizing the ultimate glory on his head three thousand years ago.

    "The raging fire - you are like the thoughts of the gods, walking in this world and bringing civilization."  Bring destruction, bring hope, bring disaster.  Just like that thought of life and death.  Illusion and destruction in one thought.

    ¡°Allemancia¡ªAttack!¡±

    Aldo Longcres clenched his fist fiercely, with veins exposed, and waved it.  Huge magic power burst out from the arm, and in an instant, a vacuum ring of air burst out, blowing out all the surrounding flames.

    "Attack¡ª¡ª!"

    Without the protection of Bajili and the hundreds of thousands of heavy cavalry, Belika's kings are so weak, like a half-covered beauty lying on the bed, showing a shy and cowardly look, waiting.  The winner comes to taste the fragrance.

    Maybe the fragrance is the smell of blood, sweet and a little intoxicating.  A dizzying fishy smell.

    The south gate has been lost, and the structure of the entire Belika Empire capital is a circular plane. The outermost is a circle of defensive acropolis, then in the middle are houses for civilians and commercial territories, and the center is the royal city.  And Bajili's palace is at the central dot.

    "Bakili, the country you have protected for three thousand years is still going to be breached today. Even though you know this, don't you still regret it?" The Elf King looked at the troops attacking the royal capital like a tidal wave, and his heart was full of emotions.  Chen Za, he understood what she meant.  He also understands her belief. As the same king and the same god's descendant, the things that can be understood are not just what the oracle says. There are many more things that can be understood without words.  , even if you smell the slightest smell in the air, you can feel the strong wind that is about to rain.

    "Since you entrusted it to me, I will not let you down. I will never look at you coldly like I did three thousand years ago. This time, I will give everything I have."

    The Elf King looked at this scene that looked like a ghost pagoda, his eyes filled with disgust, yes, he was disgusted.  Disgusted with this absurd world, ever since he knew that he was just a doll in a crystal box for people to browse and play with, he has tried every means to break this abominable shackles. Now he is just moving forward step by step, according to the  Following this predicted trajectory, like the star map rotating in the sky, he will eventually embark on a road paved with blood and corpses.

    The Glen Hills, which is far away from where Belika is, countless kilometers away, seems to be shrouded in gray clouds. The light rain is falling continuously, as if it wants to wash away the sins of this world, and the blood is mixed with it.  The soil is constantly immersed in the ground, and maybe after a hundred days, fragrant flowers will bloom here.  But at this moment, there are thousands of bones.

    Countless corpses with various faces, but they all carry nostalgia for the world and helplessness for the war. They are cold, but their open eyes always refuse to close. Maybe they are looking forward to seeing the end of the war.  , maybe they actually prefer to make fire with each other, drink ale, and then talk about the legends of dragon-slaying warriors.  rather than inHere you and I are fighting to the death with each sword.

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? is a cruel path that can't be changed since ancient times. At the moment, there are less than 20,000 dragonborns left. This is a sad number, from a full hundred thousand to 20,000.  This means that the iron army that the Belika dragon descendants have been working hard for for three thousand years is almost destroyed. The cause of this is the girl on the hillside in front of them.

    The hillside was made of corpses. The girl stood at the highest point of the corpse mountain, facing the soft breeze and some fine raindrops, which seemed to have wet her long golden sand-like hair.  She is so attractive, the black armor has turned back to silver without knowing when, and the cyan battle skirt is in tatters, but it still makes a hunting sound.

    The sword in her hand still exudes a golden light, inserted on the mountain of corpses, supporting her entire body.  The eyes that were originally holy green and as clear as amber were now closed, as if they would never be opened again.  The beautiful and flawless face was exceptionally holy, with not even a trace of blood splashed on it.  Maybe he just fell asleep, many people thought so, including some players on the battlefield, some silver knights who suppressed their groans in the distance until they were seriously injured, and Li Rui, who was hanging low and silent in the clouds.

    Maybe she just fell asleep.

    Even the dragonborn with red eyes became quiet. At this moment, it was as if the whole world had become this girl. No one wanted to continue fighting. Enough was enough, really enough was enough.  The dragonborn dropped their weapons one after another, and the boiling effect of dragon blood in their blood was somehow lifted.  The dragonborn, who were gradually shrinking in size, looked at the girl with complicated expressions.  She has never fallen down so far, just like a guardian angel, standing here, even if the world ahead is destroyed, she will not move forward.

    "KnightKing!! King of Knights!!!"

    I don¡¯t know where the hoarse shout came from. It was as unpleasant and harsh as the friction of iron filings. The source was an elf with broken legs and tears streaming down his face. He was not dead yet. He saw that figure.  As the battle continued, he wanted to help her, but was unable to do anything. He could only see those cold weapons blooming bright red flowers on her body.

    ¡°King of Knights¡ªKing of Knights!!!¡±

    More and more people, including players, dropped their weapons and slowly knelt down towards the mountain of corpses where Arturia was.

    ¡°King of Knights¡ª¡ª!!!¡±

    Even the dragonborn were infected and worshiped in a trance, like a pilgrimage. At this point in the battle, what they can feel is not hatred, but a sublimated majesty and glory on the spiritual level.

    She used her own life to prove her worth.  The life of a saint is so painful that even heaven and earth mourn for it.  If she wants to leave, no one here can stop her. It's impossible, not even the Elf King, not even Baqili.

    Those simple-minded soldiers, they only saw this girl fighting for them, who sincerely wanted to protect the country, not the king in their sense who was far away.

    A feeling of abandonment suddenly came to their hearts. The remaining elf knights were in twos and threes, all feeling the fear in their hearts. This was a feeling they had never experienced before. It was so real, crawling in their hearts like poisonous snakes.

    In the beginning, they were honored as the Elf King and proud of their identity as elves. They had the same home and the same will.  Then, a brave knight girl appeared. She used everything she had to wake them up to their persistence in the false glory, but she also left.  What should the rest of them do?  Although this world is huge, there seems to be no place left.

    ¡­¡­

    "She's dead."

    In the new wind, the black dragon's dull and rough voice sounded without a trace of fluctuation.  After all, for it, the memory of hundreds of thousands of years is too long. It is used to seeing the destruction of world after world, the succession of countless dynasties, and death is as normal as eating and drinking.

    "Well, she's dead. I should send her off. After all, it was me who summoned her to this world." Li Rui said lightly.  There was a slight ray of light in the hand, and a blue cloak with white fluffy edges appeared in the hand. This was Artoria's favorite cloak.  Then Li Rui slowly floated up. Under the influence of his will, the dark clouds between the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared. Like a miracle, a pure white beam of light fell from the sky, with twinkling starlight, like countless wind chimes.  It sounded like a chorus, hanging down on Artoria's body.

    The warm light seemed like a pair of invisible soft hands, slowly lifting her body up. In the astonished, fearful, and worshipful eyes of the dragonborn and elf knights, it was as if gods were coming, and Li Rui's whole body  Like a ray of light??, falling beside her.

    It is really beautiful, even if it has passed away, it still seems like a beautiful girl sleeping in the crystal, less tough than usual, and more soft and beautiful that makes people want to care.

    With a smile on his face, Li Rui wrapped the cyan cloak around Artoria's body, and gently stroked her face with his shining palms.

    "If you were awake, I'm afraid you would have drawn your sword on me."

    "It's a pity that you will never have a chance."

    "Would you hate me? But with your character, I probably won't."

    "After all, I have never seen a guy so stupid who takes the entire world's responsibility on himself."

    "Have a good sleepmaybe it will be a good dream"

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