The bone of sin domain is king

Chapter 236 Nine Scenes. Building the World
Bloody Sunset Hill.

In the dim sky, the hazy sunset, the endless gunpowder smoke, and the blood that had solidified long ago, on a barren and barren plain, only countless broken swords stood upright.

These swords have different shapes, including brand-new and gorgeous long swords, simple and plain big swords, slender and sharp stabbing swords, and remnant swords that are about to decay, chopping knives reflecting the setting sun, and rusty and broken short knives.

Countless swords are inserted into the ground in various ways, endlessly, until the end of the horizon.

And Rosen was standing on the only hill.

In his hand, the wolf knight's great sword and the bloody end have long disappeared. Rosen looked around, and an inexplicable sense of loneliness rose from the bottom of his heart.

He is the only one left in this world now.

"So, shouldn't it be time to start building the world?"

Having said that, Rosen doesn't know exactly what kind of behavior can be regarded as "world-building".

According to his understanding, since the law is the foundation of the world, it is necessary to start thinking from the most basic concept of the world.

But soon, he found that this method was somewhat unworkable.

Rosen is neither a philosopher nor a mathematician. He cannot express a world with a concise and beautiful formula, and it is also difficult for him to describe a world with a concise sentence.

All he could do was imagine.

So Rosen expanded his thinking and extended it from this hill.

But no matter how he stretched it, all he could see were the endless sword tombs and the dim sky, as if these were the only things left in the world.

Without giving up, Rosen flew his perspective to the sky.

After an almost eternal flight, Rosen finally broke through the thick stratus clouds.

Then, he saw the starry sky.

This is a sea of ​​stars that is far brighter than any starry sky he has ever seen on Earth in his last life. Countless silver spots of light flicker on and off. In the distance, nebulae of various colors rotate and intertwine, forming a magnificent picture.

Rosen looked back at the planet he was originally on. The withered yellow planet was particularly conspicuous in the universe, but it was only one of the planets.

He saw the blazing sun shining with blinding light, he saw the moon revolving around the planet, the pale planet was silent, surrounded by stars, Rosen felt the greater sense of loneliness again.

But this time, he didn't just be sentimental, but actually grasped what was contained in it.

This loneliness.

At that moment, like sparks flashing, the entire universe began to spin rapidly, and the dazzling starlight formed a sword, which appeared in front of Rosen.

This is a sword with no characteristics, it cannot be modified by any other language, it can only be called "sword", the purest sword.

Rosen had seen this sword before, but after seeing it a few times, he felt something different.

He reached out and took hold of the sword.

Unlike the previous few times, he was able to hold the sword tightly this time.

While holding it in his hand, countless memories flooded into Rosen's brain.

Amongst the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, a single soldier stood firm, facing a vast and endless enemy army. Instead of retreating, he cut off the arrow stuck in his body, and pulled out the long sword that had already been pierced in the enemy's body , rushed up without hesitation, just to guard the hometown that had been burned by the war. .

There are vast stars above the head, and the old scholar stands alone on the hill. Under the hill, the lights are just on, and there are laughter and laughter from the bustling market, but the scholar is not shaken by it. He observes the starry sky day after day, Just to find a planet that has long been proven "non-existent" by authorities.

In front of the trial court, the lecturer standing upright, in front of him was the decadent forces representing an era, they abused, insulted, and tortured, even family members and friends stood on the opposite side of the lecturer, but this thin lecturer still Adhere to the truth that I have verified, even if this formula can pull the "god" down from the kingdom of heaven.

Some of these memories belong to this world, and some do not, but all memories have one thing in common, that is, the owner of the memory is alone, insisting on something that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

It seems that this is its own law.

Rosen thought.

As a skeletal undead, unable to integrate into human society or become a member of the Ashes lineage, Rosen was alone from beginning to end.

From the city walls of Ultramarine Fortress to the blood moon of Byronwiss, across the wasteland of the shallow sea desert, reflected in the pale moon of Andorhal.

Countless people appeared, struggled, and disappeared in Rosen's life, and there was never a single person who could accompany him.

"Is this my law?"

Rosen looked at the sword in his hand.

Walking, fighting, dying, then reborn, continuing to walk, fighting, dying, the cycle continues.

He seemed to see his own future.

Rosen remembered what Ash Ryan had said.

Why is the king?
Neither a genius nor a destiny, the one who bears the darkness of the world, the only one who is dark in the dazzling flames.

At the same time, he is also a person who walks alone.

Rosen immediately understood the meaning of these words.

But even so, he should persist, Rosen thought.

Then, taking this as an opportunity, the whole world changes.

He stood on that hill again, and the setting sun seemed to never set in the west, and time stood still.

At this moment, the sword in Rosen's hand shone brightly.

In a lonely and barren world, the only light.

Then, starting from where he stood, endless greenery spread.

Looking down from the universe, you can see that the entire withered yellow planet is being covered with green, the blue ocean is gradually appearing, mountains, rivers, plains and hills, everything is gradually appearing.

From Rosen's point of view, various unknown flowers bloomed throughout the hills, and countless sword mounds were also covered with green vegetation. The originally chilling atmosphere suddenly transformed into tranquility and peace.

He saw in the distance, between the blue sky and the horizon, the setting sun was slowly setting in the west. The deep starry sky replaced the dusk filled with afterglow. In the silent world, the stars and the moon danced together.

Rosen felt that the shackles that had always existed had disappeared. He could clearly feel every detail of this world, and as long as he wanted, he could create anything.

As for the sword, it has long been integrated with Rosen.

At this moment, in front of his eyes, a system menu made of silver-white characters jumped out.

【Name: Rosen】

[Race: Ashes]

[Occupation: Swordsman]

【Soul: 2765】

【Condition: Good】

[Stigmata: Lonely Pilgrim (Initial Awakening)]

[Talent: Sword Soul]

【"This body is the remains of the sword"】

(End of this chapter)