Death Knight

The huge echo of the explosion echoed through the mountains of Yahvi and could not disperse for a long time. The radiance like platinum erupted from the deepest part of the valley, just like the gushing water of light, for a moment it shone through the vast mountains and the blue sky.

The leader of the war, Mobadi Singhwes, stood at the top of the world tree and watched it all quietly. Facing the dazzling light, the pair of jewel-like pupils did not even blink, just as if they were to imprint every second in their minds.

When everything was quiet again, the blood race turned around and stared again at the Temple of Souls with no expression.

This is the center of the crown of the world tree.

Eight years ago, at dawn of the gods, the sky square at the vampire's feet was full of flowers. Ishtoli told the truth to his Olin here. The death knight gave his life here to protect the goddess. But at this moment, the square seemed empty, and in front of Mobati's eyes, there was only the Temple of Soul, which was locked by the door.

The blood race tried to forcibly destroy the gate with the holy cross sword, but in the end it was found to be futile—the target is clearly in sight, but the long sword in his hand can never be defeated—if the holy cross sword "goodbye" is able to Cut off all weapons, then this building is beyond everything.

Only the end of Ishtoli, the girl named Shifan, can touch the door.

However, when the lintel opens, what kind of ending is waiting for this world? Is it total destruction or a new birth? Is it a disorderly arrangement or the control of fate? Is it the wish of mortals or the will of God? Why exactly Ishtoli himself doesn't know.

It is this uncertainty that has become his eternal reason for swinging the sword; it is this uncertainty that has forced him to betray his own goddess; it is also this uncertainty that has been sacrificed to Zephylis source.

There is no way back. No, for holders of the Holy Cross sword, such branches are not considered at all.

The only choice is to correct the world that depends on the gods.

The roar of the dragon dragged Mobadi back to reality from a brief trance. Kraferig's troops had swooped down from the hidden clouds, like a black waterfall falling from the sky, towards the crown of the world's trees. The shadow dragon perched on a large branch immediately rose to the sky, entangled with the same huge opponent, and then violently collided with the body, the claws were torn wildly, the savage roar of the dragon teeth, and the cruel and ruthless mutual vomit .

The broad, emerald-colored leaves were stained with bright dragon blood, and the immortal canopy trembled in the dragon's fight, but the thrilling battle was completely unable to attract the attention of Mobuti.

In the pupil of the blood gem, there are only those burning wings.

The crimson phoenix is ​​particularly striking in the chaotic battles, but none of the shadow dragons has the ability to catch up or stop the tail flames brought by the phoenix. The beautiful big bird gathered its wide wings and shuttled crisscross branches at an incredible speed, like a dazzling meteor passing through the dark, falling straight from the zenith.

The next moment, the tide of flames soared on the sky square, sweeping across the square with a hurricane wrapped in heat waves.

Mobadi did not evade. A faint aqua-colored film emerged from his entire body. The wind of flame immediately extinguished when it touched the imperial wall, and there was no semi-ignition star left.

"Your last clone has arrived, in order to fulfill your wish." The holder of the Holy Cross sword finally glanced at the Temple of Soul, and said to the invisible goddess, "Now, I also fulfill myself Time of duty. "He said, performed the Knight's Gift with the cold weapon in his hand, and strode to the center of Hurricane Yan.

The end of Ishtoli is in front of her guardian, but compared to the last time, it is slightly different-the sword and their eyes-the great sword that lingers in the breath of death, at this moment It shone like a crystal with a brilliant blue light; originally it concealed the confused pupil, but now it was full of confidence and determination.

Is it because of this change that we can defeat the crimson king Melodyk?

Even for Yunyao's Grand Master, the combination that can defeat the flame master is a test of the extreme, but ... these alone can't defeat themselves.

The vows blessed on the Holy Cross sword have been extended for hundreds of years, and countless victims have been piled up on the roads they have traveled. With the support of this kind of obsession and perseverance, Mobadi Singhwes did not allow failure.

"Now that there is awareness, it should be possible to fight without confusion." There is no unnecessary words, the cold light condensed in the sapphire gradually climbed to the top of the sword, and "Farewell" sounded waiting for the battle to come.

The vampire approached slowly, but faintly had a mighty power to follow him. In the distance, his black cloak fluttered softly, as if covering Mobadi in a layer of dark clouds.

Feeling a strong sense of oppression from his opponent, Roland posed a stabbing gesture: "Come on!"

Frost's sword edge slightly, the sword holder's eyes did not have any confusion.

The blood raced into the ground with a kick, and the entire sky square shook under unimaginable force, and the cracked ground shone out countless bricks and stones. Riding the shards flying apart like a torrential rain, the Holy Cross sword made a shiny semicircle in the air.

Mobadi took the lead in launching the attack.

There is no need to test or retain strength, and the two sides are fully in combat from the beginning. Each collision between Frost Wing and Gye Fen brought a large spark of magic, and then, the stream of light pouring out of the sword ran over the sword holder's whole body, causing their body and soul to cry together.

The blades slashed each other at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, and the two sides of the battle also walked up and down the crown of the world tree. From time to time, dragons were taken by sharp cuts, and then immediately part of the body was cut. Not only that, even the immortal branches and leaves themselves were caught in the violent sword wind and fell from heights.

The dazzling sparks and jumps with afterimages dazzled the spectators, but Shifan could perceive the current situation from the vibration of prayer--Roland in the shadow of the sword seemed to be standing against the mountain. Pressure-The Dark Eagle is still downwind, and the rhythm of the battle is firmly controlled by the vampire.

A bit of cold light suddenly passed in front of the dark-haired girl, and nailed into the ground floor crisply. When she could see what it was, her pupils couldn't help freezing for a moment-nailed to the ground was a piece of blue crystal-like pieces-frosty pieces.

How is it possible!

Something must be done, or else waiting at the end will be inescapable death. But what exactly should I do? His own power has been completely withdrawn from the consciousness network, and now it is all exerted on Roland's defense and attack. If this fails to defeat Mobadi, what else can be done?

If you fully liberate your power, maybe ...

But this time, there will no longer be Oluha's obsession to accompany him. Can he really manipulate the beast that devours reason and consciousness alone?

The dull sound brought Shi Fan's attention back to reality-Roland was hit back to the sky square by the violent impact of the sword fight, and he slammed into the hard ground.

There was no respite at all. Before the splashing rubble landed, the dark eagle jumped up, blocking the second sword that followed. A bright magical light splattered between the two weapons. The faces of Roland and Mobadi flickered in the spark, then the vampire jumped back abruptly, ending the first round of confrontation.

Roland's body was covered with sword marks, and the blood was flowing along the small wounds, looking very scary.

"So, even with the help of prayer, you still can't reach Yunyao's highest realm." Vampires rarely evaluate each other with the tone of a soldier, "Although it seems to be better than me in terms of speed, it is still the same Meaningless conditioning. "

"What are you talking about ?!" The Dark Eagle looked at the enemy coldly.

"The significance of 'Yunyao' is to get rid of the conditioned reflex action, so that the soldiers can still think in the lightning attack. Unfortunately, when you increase the speed beyond the extreme speed of sound, it seems Thinking has fallen behind again, and the result has once again become a blind attack. "

"Although you may think that you are making judgments with 'thinking', in fact, before that, your body has come to a conclusion, and 'thinking' is just acknowledging and accepting all this after the fact." Mobadi once again Putting the cross sword in front of his chest, he forced it over. "After all, you are two people. It is impossible to achieve perfect coordination, so it is absolutely impossible to defeat me."

The eyes of those precious stones reflected the shadow of the cold sword, which clearly showed their determination to end everything.

How to do? Roland asked himself anxiously, but there was no answer at all, the opponent's strength was indeed above him, and there was no possibility of shrinking.

At this moment, the familiar and pleasant sound sounded in the mind of the end guardian.

I decided, Roland, I must liberate my full strength. Not just for this battle, but for real choice.

Shifan?

It's impossible to open that door if you can't face yourself properly. Would you like to believe me?

The corner of Roland's mouth rose slightly.

of course.

Then please be my sword.

The next moment, the distant piano sound passed into the consciousness of the dark eagle. As if there was something erupting in my heart, the whirlwind's diffused silence blocked Roland's audio and video for a moment. With the natural melody, his eyes radiated a dark blue light of Roland and his sword, taking a fatal dance step.

The black figure merged with the giant sword reflecting the cold light, turned into a shining bright line, and instantly penetrated the entire square in front of Shi Fan. The space shook violently, and in the roar, even the cold air was rumbling loudly like boiling.

Driven by the power of God, the carrier of God Olin is enough to destroy all the swords of resonance.

Just like when launching in the Frozen Crown a long time ago, when the original attack was over, Roland could only lean on Frostshell to maintain balance. His skin showed a deep purple color due to the rupture of a large number of microvessels, and congestion symptoms were caused by strong impacts throughout the joints.

but--

When the dark eagle raised his head, he suddenly found that those gem-like pupils still looked directly at himself ~!

As a mortal, Morbaty Singhwes completely defended against Ischutli's attack ~!

What ~! ?

It was only a moment of blank thinking, but it was enough for Yunyao's users to win. The vampire recovered from the violent shock kicked up and kicked Roland out. At the moment when the young man touched the ground, the Jian Feng shining with cold light had already beheaded.

The unbalanced dark eagle tried to fight back with a sword, but it was useless at all. Mobadi has rushed into the distance between the two, the sword wind rolled by the Holy Cross sword smashed the opponent's arms, and the heavy frost was blown away by the sword wind a few meters away. Before the loser had time to develop fear or helplessness or any other emotion, the sword had been inserted into Roland's mouth, and his back had penetrated.

At the next moment, Mobadi's eyes were brightened, and his left hand gave out a fierce punch like a siege mallet. The powerful impact smashed the flesh in the armor at once, and the long sword in the right hand slammed suddenly, tearing Roland's head with a half of his spine and pulling it apart from the broken body. Blood spurted from the neck like a fountain, rising several meters high.

Winning and losing is just the result of an instant.

"Fooling ..." Silently watching the scene of absolutely disbelief, Shi Fan muttered in a low voice, as if he had completely forgotten that the terrible enemy was in front of him. ... definitely not ... "

Ignoring the other's heartbreaking weeping sounds, Mobadi shot out like a bursting spark, the tall figure flew past the body and rubble, and the sword pointed directly at the girl's brows.

A pair of flame wings suddenly unfolded from the back of Shi Fan, and each feather on it was a sharp blade. Against the backdrop of sparks, the pair of wings wrapped with death are reflecting a dazzling light-perhaps unconscious defense, may be driven by anger, or may be the manifestation of hatred.

But in the face of the guardian who has been responsible for hundreds of years, what is the prayer of emotion?

The flashing cold sword cut off the pair of flame wings ~! The Holy Cross sword continued without stagnation, drawing a dazzling line in the air. This sword cut off half of Shi Fan's head, his slender body shuddered, and fell silently to the square, with red blood and gray brain spilled on the ground.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, but the sound of the other half of the first stage landing was clear and audible.

Mobadi stood firmly, the Holy Cross sword still spreading the cold light as it was when it came out of its sheath. The winner settled down, then turned back cautiously to confirm the results.

That's right, she has indeed killed the end of Ishtoli, and has definitely destroyed her soul. Ishtoli will not be perfect.

"So, that's all, it's over." The guardian of the world took a long breath, showing a look of relief and exhaustion.

The burden on the shoulders is over in an instant, and even the men who have gone through countless winds and frosts feel that their whole body has collapsed. But a few seconds later, Mobadi forced himself to regain his spirit-for the spiral would continue. A new goddess will still be born, and one of them will still want to be complete. Therefore, the Holy Cross Sword cannot be stopped until mortals completely forget God.

Although the end of Ishtoli has been erased, the closing work is quite troublesome. With most of his subordinates killed in battle, he must properly handle the turmoil between the major forces and continue to exist as the vice chairman of the Silverwing Chamber of Commerce.

Only this time, General Bai Feng would not accompany himself.

The blood race still looked blankly at the battlefield, but the back seemed a little silent.

As Mobadi struggled between memory and reason, the surrounding atmosphere changed subtlely at a moment, and a strange sense of crisis penetrated into the five senses, making the body and mind inexplicably tense.

The next moment, a sword light burst into the sky without warning, and the turbulent air seemed to have cut into Mobadi's cheek. For the first time in his life, the blood race felt so violently broken, and in a shock, he quickly held up his sword to block.

The cold light flashed, the offense and defense were only in the gap, and the vampire had no time to look at it with his instinct to defend. The sound of a golden iron strike struck through his eardrums, and then the cold blood that belonged to the undead raised a three-foot-high red mist in the air.

Although holding the key at the last moment, the sharp blade bit into Mercado's shoulder relentlessly, and the scarlet flowed on the almost transparent sword, making the flowing time freeze again.

Only this time the position was completely reversed.

how can that be? Mobadi widened his eyes inconceivably.

Roland Streif actually stood in front of him, the frost in his hand with the icy breath. Behind the dark eagle, standing at the end of Ishtoli, the girl's emerald pupil happened to meet the vampire's gem pupil at this time, and the clear and firm eyes made Mobadi's will irresistibly shake.

I have already beheaded these two people, why ~! ?

"It is the power of prayer." As if seeing through the enemy's doubts, the dark-haired girl replied lightly.

phantom? When did you fall into it? The blood race pushed out the great sword embedded on its shoulders, and then reluctantly took a defensive posture. I am now at the edge of the sky square, which shows that I really resisted the sword of resonance driven by Ishtoli ~!

Was that blow just a bait?

The situation was clearly beyond his control, and at the same time he knew this, Mobuti's expression had returned to calm.

The so-called top fighters are not only those who can hold everything in their hands most of the time, but also those who can calmly respond and reverse the situation when the situation exceeds expectations.

A bit of cold star condensed on the blade gradually faded, and the blue light surged again in Karina's sapphire-in order to avoid falling into the illusion of prayer again, Mobuti abandoned the attack and took a defensive posture- If all the power in Karina's amulet is used to affirm self-consciousness, even the end of Ishtoli is unlikely to succeed again.

"Useless ~!" Roland watched the change of the Holy Cross sword coldly.

The blood race did not answer, his sword answered. The dark eagle's voice did not fall, "Farewell" had been cut out, and the master swept across the ground and shot at the target in his eyes. This is a perfect stab, but it is meaningless-because the holy cross sword can't hit the target at all, no matter how mobadi runs, the distance from the opponent does not change.

Falling into illusion again! ?

It's too late to reflect on what went wrong, and Roland's great sword has radiated a large arc. The sword wind brought about by the collision between "Farewell" and "Frost Concubine" completely covered the owner of the two-handed sword again. Like last time, Mobadi tried to capture the fighting rhythm in Yunyao's fast break, and directed the situation in his favor, but the next moment, his counterattack suddenly came to an end ~!

The Holy Cross sword is completely cut off.

The next moment, Roland's pupils burst into flames, and the big sword in his hand pierced like lightning.

Frost pierced the vampire's body from the front.

Two users of Yunyao slammed into each other. Due to the huge inertia, they slid across the sky square for dozens of meters, and finally stopped. From Shi Fan's point of view, the enemies who did not share the sky seemed to be hugging, but the bright frost had protruded from the back of Mobadi's ridge, and the **** ice crystal blade was particularly dazzling.

The holder of the Holy Cross Sword finally realized what was happening. He looked at Roland with his head close to his shoulders, and the two eyes were docked together: "Or the power of prayer?"

"Yes, this is not my victory." The youthful pupils of his eyes flashed with light, "It is the victory of Shifan and Ishtoli."

The dark eagle looked at the defeated opponent and slowly pulled out the big sword. The cold and thick blood spewed out from Morbatine's chest, like a red flame, burning outside the blood race, in the square, in the sword On the blade, anywhere. Without the support of the enemy, the vampire just felt weak on his knees and suddenly fell forward.

Roland evaded consciously, as did Shi Fan. In this way, the holder of the Holy Cross sword is not the object of his kneeling, but the endless peaks seen by the top of the world tree.

"The power of the 'end' can be countered by another 'end' ... but now ... why?" Mobadi looked at the gem inlaid on the sword's bewildered and asked subconsciously.

"Because the last strength left by the goddess in the world has been awakened, now I am no longer the end, but a part of Ishtoli." The dark-haired girl replied, and there was some gentleness in the emerald eyes. The liquid flows slowly, exuding a soft luster sufficient to eclipse any gem.

Mobadi clenched his teeth, and threw the sword in his hand with his last strength. The flashing sword edge penetrated the stagnant air, straddling the entire square in an instant, and shot directly at Shifan's brows.

The slender arms of the dark-haired girl raised her arms slightly, and before her beautiful fingertips, the holy cross sword, which gathered Karina's full strength, stood still in the air, as if frozen.

The time that belongs to metal began to flow again, and rust spots appeared on the surface of the blade immediately, and the red-brown rust spread madly, but it was completely reduced to ashes in just a few seconds and disappeared in the cold wind. Karina's sapphire broke into pieces in an instant, and the fragments of the crystal flew out, shining with silver, the same raindrops, and finally turning into fine dust.

The vow that bound the sword and its master for hundreds of years vanished in an instant.

At the next moment, a pair of purely light, ethereal wings like ribbons emerged behind Shi Fan, and the girl floated up slightly, leaving the hard ground beneath her feet and gradually rising to the blue sky. The golden wings stretched out continuously, each vibration spread more widely, and each vibration became brighter.

The wings of light shrouded the crown of the world's magnificent tree, covering the vast sky, reflecting in everyone's eyes.

At that moment, time and space seemed to lose their effect, consciousness, weightlessness ...

Then, the crisp unlocking sound broke the silent air.

The door is open.

Only for Shi Fan.

The whispering sounds floating in the air gradually submerged into the dense fog in the distance, replaced by neatly spaced thunder and lightning. The bright blue light strongly jumped in the void, and the smooth sea like a mirror was no longer calm. The ripples began to appear one after another and then spread.

Then, in the storm of light and lightning, everything stopped. The thick fog and severe lightning that enveloped the entire ocean disappeared in an instant, and the clear, starry night sky covered the distant horizon.

On the deep blue jewel-like sea, Shi Fan opened his eyes and felt the strong sea breeze blowing his black hair.

How long have you been here? Shi Fan didn't know. But the girl knew that she had seen this ocean a long time ago, many times. She also knew where she was, because everything in front of her was so familiar and so kind.

Yes, this deep blue ocean ...

Sea of ​​Mind.

The next moment, the surrounding scene changed again. In the past, the smooth and mirror-like ripples of the sea surface, the starry night sky has long been scattered by the dawn of the moment, and the clear light blue sky envelopes the horizon. Unparalleled power is condensing under the sea, and the silent melody from the depths of the sea echoes throughout the world.

The girl turned back and saw another herself.

"Ishtoli?" He asked cautiously at the end.

"I've been waiting for you," the brunette goddess answered with a smile.

As we all know, this world is composed of three realms-spiritual realm, solitary realm, and this world. The spirit world is the source of the power of nature, the nether world is the birthplace of the power of the soul, and the present world is where the material and mortal are.

But besides this, there is an unknown fourth realm-where the world's consciousness is, and only the returning goddess can reach-the sea of ​​mind.

The reason why prayers can use their consciousness to change the structure of this world is because they have the ability to connect the sea of ​​thoughts. Driven by thinking with a wish in mind, the waves of consciousness accumulated in the sea of ​​thoughts will surge, which will eventually have an incredible impact on the structure of this world.

This is prayer.

Among all those who understand the principles of the Four Realms, there are only prayers born with the ability to communicate with the sea of ​​mind and surpassing mortals—

God.

More precisely, God is the archetype of prayer. Those mortals born in this world are just imitating the way God controls the waves of consciousness, but they can never reach the perfect level. Therefore, the power manifested by mortals is called "prayer", The present power is called "miracle".

Now, when the goddess, who is about to become a complete body, finally returns to the sea of ​​mind, all connectivity is no longer needed. The complete goddess, who is immersed in the body of the sea of ​​mind, will be capable of initiating truly incredible prayers.

That would be a miracle that changed the whole world.

"Change the whole world?" Shi Fan's eyes were instantly disturbed.

"Are you afraid?" The goddess with the same face approached, staring at her own end.

"Well ... a little." The girl nodded, and then shook her head. "But that doesn't matter. More importantly, do we have the qualifications to do this? Even gods that transcend everything, all right. Are changes allowed at the cost of the world? "

The eyes of the Holy Cross sword holder's judgment flashed through the girl's mind.

Shifan, as the end, has the right to live, but can Ishtoli, the god, answer questions from mortals?

"This choice is not wrong." The same voice sounded again without any confusion and hesitation. "Because, we are the will of this world."

The answer beyond imagination forced Shi Fan to suddenly raise his head.

"As the last formed realm, everything in the sea of ​​mind comes from the consciousness itself. No matter in this world, spiritual realm, or solitary realm, all obsessions also converge into the current of this deep ocean. Prayer believes it has never Only quietly accepted the stream of consciousness infiltrated from the Three Realms, but never returned any drops of obsession. But in fact, this is wrong.

"Just like the cycle between the spiritual world and the mass and energy in this world, the cycle between life and death in the world and the world, Nian Zhihai also formed a conserved cycle with this world-the cycle of ideal and reality.

"Man cannot choose where, time and environment to be born, so from the moment he was born, something called inequality has been burned into the soul. The world is so cruel, and cruelly taken for granted.

"However, although life flows only a little light in history, although the soul is only a weak spark reincarnation in the nether world, and although mortals must struggle to survive on their own in this cruel world, their immortal will still Will continue, become an eternal wave hovering in the sea of ​​mind, waiting for a day to become the driving force to change the world.

"In order to change the world that they cannot change, mortals pile up their obsessions in the sea of ​​mind; and in order to fulfill the wishes of mortals, the sea of ​​mind has created an existence called‘ God ’.

"That's us-it consists of three parts: 'Origin', 'Ontology' and 'End'. It came to the world in order to know and feel mortals, and finally returned to the father's consciousness with his choice.

"As daughters of the world, we are qualified to change all of this." Ishtoli Jade's pupils flowed with firmness and confidence.

"Do you want to change this world?" The goddess asked again, waves of ripples in the dark blue ocean beneath her feet, as if waiting anxiously for the final answer.

God is made by man, so he has the same heart as man. When gaining tremendous power and unrestrained power, the goddess will be shaken as a result, the same will be fallen, and the purpose and dream of being created will be forgotten. Therefore, Nian Zhihai waited for thousands of years, but still could not achieve the desire to change the world.

but……

"I want to change this world." Shi Fan whispered but answered without hesitation. The girl took out the scroll in her arms, and then opened the title page. "Since its birth, my book has been blank, and no information has ever appeared on it. For this reason, I once wanted to escape.

"But now I have decided not to run away from myself. I want to accept everything given by destiny, accept myself, accept others, accept things around me. I hope to write something in this book with my own will, And justify your existence. "

"So, I choose to open the door of tuning."

The world's desire for progress does exist.

"I long for change."

The fusion of Mengluo and Jiuyuan smiled, and then gently held Shifan: "So, let's get started. Let Ishtoli fulfill his father's wishes, and let Ishtoli pray for a change in this world."

Curled up in her own arms, the girl closed her eyes with peace of mind: "Ishtoli's body is warm."

A drop of liquid fell into the deep blue water, making a huge and deep water sound, and everything was calm again. Then, another drop of liquid dripped again, making a loud and deep water sound again, and then returned to calm ...

Then everything suddenly opened up.

The wings of light are finally fully unfolded.

The wings were like a huge curtain, covering the sky.

Thousands of rays of light emerge from the end of each wing like a fountain, weaving a curtain of aurora covering the sky, and then letting the swaying rainbow stretch for thousands of miles and spread to every corner of the world-the far north The Tria Peak, the golden plains of Elazia, and the distant land of Canados on the sea are full of the rays of the wings of God.

"Ishtoli is finally complete." Richard's ice-blue pupils showed great joy.

"Impossible, did the leader fail?" Motidal stopped the spell in a panic, then was taken out of sight, "So ... what about the world?"

"It turns out that this is true prayer." Looking at the colorful sky, Flora murmured quietly.

What is suspended in the air is no longer Shi Fan, but the complete body of God formed by Shi Fan, Jiu Yuan and Mengluo together. The slender figure outlined by the golden light is reflected in the realm of the Three Realms through the realm of the sea of ​​mind. The elements of the spirit realm dominated by her singing, and the deep sea of ​​the realm moved with her light.

Perhaps at the dawn of Ishtoli, all a mortal can do is look up at the aurora in the sky, and feel the birth of a new goddess. However, at this moment, it is not just the gorgeous scene that is transmitted, but also the shock that penetrates the soul.

That was the prayer that Ishtoli insisted on.

That is the world's determination to change.

It was a harmony that longed to resonate together.

Countless light particles emerged from everyone's bodies, as if attracted by magnets, the golden tail flames flew toward the light source, and the torrent of light composed of purple, silver, gold, and scarlet poured down from the sky, maybe At this moment, the whole world is looking up?

The large net weaved by the aurora was finally filled with the resonating light of mortal consciousness.

Ishtoli On April 6, 2008, the entire planet was wrapped in the incredible cocoon of light completed by Ishtoli, sleeping like a puppet waiting to emerge.

Then there was a slight, crisp sound of cracked shells.

With this sound, a small wing protruded out.

"No drop of water does not originate from the sea, it is destined to return to the place where it was born. Leaving the sea and returning to the sea are the source and end. A

The World Opened in Chapter Three

Ishtoli calendar April 7, 2008, a new day.

"The calendar hasn't changed, because what changed was the world itself—the previous day was Aurora Ishtoli, April 6, 2008, and today, it is Ishtoli Ishtoli. 08 April 7th. A

The morning breeze quietly brought up the curtains, and the dim sunlight secretly leaked into the room and fell on the girl. The warm smell made the sleeping beauty open her eyes stupidly, and at first glance she saw the big clock facing her-the position of the hour hand was pointing at eight o'clock.

"Damn ..." The girl shook her head, then propped herself up as heavy as lead, "I actually stayed up all night again."

In any case, the decision to work overnight is worthwhile, because the documents that were three feet high on the desk are all processed at this moment, leaving only the last few copies at hand. But speaking, why do you have to deal with all the affairs before six days? It's not a 100,000 rush military situation, it might not be possible to do it tomorrow?

The waking sleeping beauty rested her chin on her hand and quietly began self-examination.

The next moment, she jumped up from her chair and shouted irrespectively: "April 7 ~! Oops, it's too late ~!"

When the door of the Dean's room opened with a bang, Shafran Beatz was startled. But before he opened his mouth, a fierce figure rushed out of the gloomy room in an unstoppable manner with his eyes shining, and then picked up the middle-aged man's collar.

"Why don't you wake me earlier?" The deafening roar echoed in the dean's ears. "Do you know if today is a very, very, very, very important open day? Whether the operation of the whole year will succeed It all depends on today's performance. Do you still have such a relaxed expression? "

"Well, Master Dean ..."

"Don't explain, the explanation is to cover up." The girl interrupted impatiently. "Now I'm not free to talk, immediately give me a plan ..."

"If you are referring to the arrangement of the open day, you are all done." Shavron smiled and spit out a series of explanations as quickly as possible. "Because the official start time is ten o'clock, so I think There is no need to wake up the tired Dean before two hours. I believe you also want to be able to deal with savvy sponsors with energy, right? "

ten minutes later.

"You have done a good job of Shafran. It is indeed the talents I have selected. In this way, those aristocrats who are very happy will be very satisfied." After looking at the entire arrangement and staffing arrangements, the dean's face bloomed with adulterers A general smile, "Well, since time is so plentiful, then I'll dress up."

This is the Riddle Orphanage. As an asylum located in the prosperous capital, it not only has the largest scale, but also manages the operation of 34 orphanages in the country. It also has a very close relationship with Sofia and Barmartin. It can be said that the success of Riddle's orphanage will, to a large extent, affect the fate of orphanages throughout the continent, and ultimately affect the future of orphans.

Therefore, we must do our best.

April 7th is the opening time of the orphanage. In fact, it is the day when the sponsors come to inspect the investment results. On this day, nobles, merchants, or commissioners sent by the king will all come here to evaluate the orphan's qualifications, education, and the influence of the orphanage itself, and whether they can get the funds to continue to operate. Performance is very important.

On this day, the beautiful manager of the Riddle Orphanage will be transformed into a treasure of Vanity Fair, cleverly intertwine between various forces, and from time to time impress each other with a perfect smile and elegant manners. And the specially selected orphans also cooperated exceptionally, all showing extraordinary intelligence and attractive cuteness in front of others.

Everything is perfect and there will be no problems this year ~! The dean thought silently in his heart, but when he raised his head, he caught sight with a pair of red eyes.

This person ... so tall ~!

"Fortunately, you are the dean of the Riddle Orphanage, Zephylis?" A deep voice sounded.

"Yes, are you?" The girl asked, looking up.

The tall man with red eyes and black hair nodded. "I'm Mobadi Singhwes."

The well-known vice chairman of the Silverwing Chamber of Commerce ~! The moment Zephylis realized his identity, his eyes instantly turned into stars. Hum, did Silverwing Chamber of Commerce finally plan to use charity to expand its influence? Fine, let me give you a good lesson. Although I am the orphanage dean, I will not lose to a businessman in bargaining ~!

"I know that many people always associate my every move with Silverwing, but this time I didn't come on behalf of the Chamber of Commerce, but out of my personal thoughts." It seems that Zephy did not notice a slight rise. At the corner of his mouth, Mobadi explained to himself, "In other words, I hope to sponsor the orphanage in my personal capacity."

"Anonymous, unpaid sponsorship," he emphasized.

"Hmm?" The girl wondered if she heard it wrong.

"Of course, before that, inspection is necessary." The man said again and again, "if it is convenient, please introduce me to the system and operation of the orphanage."

"Okay, okay." The sly dean finally returned. When the two gradually left the crowd, Zefei couldn't help but ask a question, "But why do you do this ... anonymous, unpaid sponsorship?"

"This is also the question I want to ask." Mobadi didn't give the answer. "I took the liberty to read your resume before coming here. As the first graduate of the Royal College of Riddle, I think the way out is not management Orphanage, right? I believe the Silverwing Chamber of Commerce had hoped for your allegiance, but why did you do it? "

"Maybe it's because ... I'm also an orphan ..." Zephylis replied briefly, with a fake smile on his face.

"Yes, a broad answer." Mobadi nodded indifferently. "For me, I don't really want orphans at such a young age to have to show that unnatural smile in order to survive. This world does not Imperfections, there are still many things that need to be corrected. Although I don't think I have the ability to change society, at least the role of money is great, and I just have many of them. "

"Hope this time, you can use your power correctly."

Really can say, the theory is all set. The Dean slapped his lips in disapproval.

"There is another little suggestion. If you want to cover up the fatigue after working overnight, there are a lot of details that need attention." The red-eyed man smiled suddenly. "Just covering up the blood on the eyes is not enough. Erase it together. Be careful next time. "

"Why, what?" The girl opened her mouth in surprise for a moment.

Maybe it will be very talkable and inconclusive.

"This world is not perfect, because the wishes of mortals are contradictory. The existence of success must be contrasted with failure, and the accumulation of wealth must be at the cost of poverty, so even God cannot achieve the desired equality. But at least, the people in it did not give up the pursuit of hope, nor did they blindly attribute this injustice to a simple destiny. A

Crossing the white promenade decorated with blooming lilies of the valley, is the magnificent and spacious Parliament Hall of King Midland. The territory of the South Lorendan Union covers almost a third of the entire continent, and the representatives who determine the fate of the six member states are meeting here.

Today's attendees are added by a representative from Fahdot. At this moment, the man named Thomas was standing on the side of the parliament hall, anxiously awaiting the result of the vote.

"Four votes in favor of two votes against." The loud voice of parliamentarian Julian Auguste spread throughout the rotunda. "Then, as a whole, the South Lorendan Union is willing to accept Fahdot's proposal. Merger agreement, and affiliated armistice agreement. After all resistance has ceased, we will send personnel to your country to provide the necessary material assistance and technical support. "

In this way, the two-year blockade on Fahdodo has finally ended, and coupled with the military spending quotas being constrained to a certain standard, I believe that the people of the country will at least be better. But ... this kind of peace built on power is too worrying.

Thinking of this, the blonde woman couldn't help sighing.

"Please wait." As she was about to step out of the Suzuran Promenade, a voice came. The congresswoman stopped and looked back—the other person had brown curly hair, which looked about thirty years old, and her eyes were sharp and confident.

"I'm Mitland's representative, Brandluth Daho." The middle-aged man introduced himself, "Are you Miss Falochide Holland from Elazia?"

"Yes." The female swordsman nodded, with a question in her eyes.

"Although the motion passed smoothly, at least in terms of the proportion of negative votes, at least there is still considerable disagreement within the alliance. And the peace thus obtained may be quite unstable." Brand Ruth smiled slightly. "My king hopes to see you once. After all, the Midland Palace is not far from the parliament hall, and I believe that when other representatives see the representatives of the two countries of the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia, they will certainly be touched. "

The other side said, handing a letter sealed with fire paint.

Falochide opened the letter, read it carefully, and a charming smile appeared from the corner of her mouth.

"I accept your offer." Her voice was crisp and clear. "Please lead the way, Representative Brandrut."

"What Ishtoli can change is only the state between people. The productivity and cognition of this world is still at its original level. But at least, the spiral of destiny is trying to move closer to the scene in Ishtoli's mind. One day, people will get out of the cage of autocracy and step into the palace of democracy. "

In the setting sun, the warm sunlight covered the sky with warm light. Compared with the impenetrable foggy forest, the sky above the head looks very empty, with a pure and transparent feeling. The sound of gurgling water and the tweets of birds were not far away, which added a bit of coziness and leisure.

It's just that the beauty is the beauty, but Oluha didn't have the leisure to admire the sunset that has been seen countless times-after a whole day, the subject set by the teacher still did not make any progress, so he would be severely reprimanded .

As she sighed, a majestic voice sounded behind her: "How are you doing?"

"Mr. Lei, Lithersil?" The elf girl jumped up, subconsciously trying to cover the "fruits" behind her, but that was obviously futile.

Li Se just turned his head, and easily saw the scene behind the student-it was a small camellia sapling, which was only about one meter tall. And his task arranged in the early morning was to fully develop the seed into a tree of ten years through prayer, and Oluha obviously failed to meet the expected requirements.

"I'm very sorry." The elf's face couldn't hide the frustration. "My ability is not enough, so I can't achieve my goal."

"What's the use of just saying sorry?" Richer stared quietly at his lover.

"That ..." Oluha froze for a few seconds, and nodded as if waking up, "Yes ~! I will continue to work hard tomorrow, starting from the beginning ~!" The girl's face was in one An instant expression of determination.

"Very well." The prayer eyes became relieved.

But the next moment, the dialogue between the master and apprentice was interrupted by the rustle of the dead leaves in the forest. Without any sign, a figure came out.

Prayers do not want to be subject to the secular system, so they always choose to live in sparsely populated places. But in any case, the elves always care for the forest, and this vast misty forest belongs to an ancient rigid kingdom—the elven kingdom, Blainus. Although there is no ambition to dominate the continent, the ruler of Blaenas will also be interested in this incredible power.

I just refused last month, did you send a lobbyist again today? Richer See thought, and frowned subconsciously.

But today, the judge's judgment is rarely wrong. The young man who leaves the shade does not have long ears and white skin. It is a young human with red eyes. His face is full of youth and confidence, and his eyes are unexpected. sharp.

"I'm Arthas," not even aware of the tense atmosphere, the young swordsman came up with his self-reported name, and pulled out a shiny gray gem from his arms, "Flora told me, just take this To Risesil, she will know everything, which is the recipient here? "

"It's me." The praying man answered with a sinking face, then nodded towards the human, "Since you have her token, come with me."

The house formed by this big oak tree has not been built for a long time, so it can be said that it is the first time for men to enter. According to Arthas himself, he is a swordsman who has mastered the mystery of Yunyao and holds the great title of Grand Lourdes Athletic Championship. But that power is not enough. In order to be the strongest swordsman in the world, it is necessary to grasp the meaning of prayer. To this end, the swordsman inquired for three full years, and then found Flora who was residing in Fahdod. Then, Come here gently.

"I refuse." Lithercill replied briefly, standing up to signal the end of the conversation, "Although prayer is an unimaginable power, it does not exist for the sake of fighting, nor is it for your own delusion. . "Before the youth had time to refute, the figure of the elves had disappeared into the air.

"Ah? She ran away?" Arthas looked confused.

"It's not about running away, but just relying on momentary displacement to return to your own room. It seems that the teacher doesn't hate you very much, otherwise he will forcefully drop off guests." Oluha took the conversation and immediately regretted it-because the other party She turned her attention to her without a doubt, and unfortunately, the girl was far from mastering the skills of instantaneous displacement.

"Now that you know those terms, are you also a prayer?" The young man's red eyes looked at Oluha's slender body without any fear.

The girl nodded first, then shook her head wakingly.

But the swordsman who vowed to realize the strongest power obviously did not want to give up, so the two faced each other like this, and soon, even the surrounding air became stiff.

Time passed in minutes and seconds, and the sunset was gradually sinking towards the horizon. In order to break the deadlock in front of him, Oluha finally got up the courage to say a line that he could not even imagine.

"You ... want to drink tea?"

"What?" Arthas's eyes widened, his head finally shorted uncontrollably.

"Ishtori's power has made the boundaries of the Three Realms clear, so here the overlapping areas have not yet taken shape. However, just as the knowledge and techniques of mortals have not changed, so have the knowledge and techniques of prayer. There are indeed prayers in this world who can sense the sea of ​​thought. The position they are in is still observation, not active participation. Whether such a choice is good or bad, only time will tell. A

Although it has not yet reached the most beautiful autumn of the Canados continent, today's Wingfield College also looks lively.

The atmosphere of the Great Lourdes Festival seems to have completely infected the seven towers symbolizing the theory of magic, and at this moment they are all wrapped in a halo summoned by numerous arcane spells. On both sides of the Central Avenue, the blooming cherry blossoms create a mirage-like scene, letting everyone who is in it linger.

However, there was still a hurrying high-ranking mage who turned a blind eye to all the romantic changes around him, but rushed to his laboratory at a running speed.

This research will definitely surprise the entire academic community ~! Richard Bares thought excitedly.

For a long time, people's cognitive level has been limited to the interaction between the spiritual world, this world, and the nether world, but now Richard wants to prove that there is another unknown world in this world-the consciousness world. That is the source of prayer, and there must be some wonderful connection with this world.

When the truth of that connection is unveiled, perhaps the structure of the entire world will be presented to the eyes completely, what a tempting prospect ~! Just for that moment, Richard was willing to pay any price.

However, when the high-ranking mage hurriedly ran into the tower, he found that the hall was empty. Except for a few gatekeepers, only two scholars kept their posts lonely.

"People, humans ~ !?" the mad researcher shouted angrily.

"Professor Richard, most of them went to Lourdes to attend the ceremony. The leave is in the second drawer of the desk." Motidal has long been accustomed to the attitude of the other party. "In addition, the experimental circle has also been adjusted to In the auto-navigation mode, a criticality check is performed every five minutes, and it should be able to operate without failure for more than 72 hours. "

"And even if something goes wrong, we are here to guard." Elektra should add in a normal way, and continued to work hard.

Facing this situation that the experiment could not continue, the high-ranking mage had to slap his lips, then approached the central law circle of the laboratory, and began to examine carefully.

This is a dazzling three-dimensional law array in the eyes of ordinary people. The most basic elf characters are all condensed on a huge base, forming a dense beam of light. With this as the center, countless small-scale law formations are surrounded by stars and moons, and rotate around the central beam of light like satellites, transforming unpredictable graphics and combinations.

"Etherlight" can be used to perform the magic circle of consciousness.

Now, this galaxy-like existence is cyclically changing in a very regular way, and the transfer of energy is also very stable. There was a look of satisfaction in the critical eyes of the advanced mage.

"Is this automatic navigation set by Roland? He really has extraordinary talent." Richard remembered, "Speaking of them, what about Roland?"

"Already has gone to Greater Lourdes." Wen Jing's female mage replied, then buried herself in piles of record manuals.

"That guy ... didn't you say you didn't plan to have a girlfriend?" The professor muttered subconsciously.

"Entertainment is not just about talking on the street. After all, under this high-intensity magic experiment, young people still need to relax. Besides, the famous fire dragon combination also held a special concert there, I believe it is quite attractive "Mage Elf smiled with a kind smile." Professor Richard, what about the three of us vigil tonight? "

"Okay." The senior mage, who also had no girlfriend, shrugged helplessly.

"There is no God in this world. To be precise, the gods have not yet been born. Because everything in the Sea of ​​Minds has become the driving force to change the world. When the new world was born, the world's consciousness was blank. There was no crazy hatred, no loving thoughts, and no confusion and confusion. At this moment, the empty sea of ​​thoughts is waiting for the attachment of mortals, flowing into their arms again. A

In the night when the moon is hovering, the streets are rippling like sinking in the water-noisy crowds, strings of lights, street signs of various colors, wonderful music, colorful brocade, hot food aroma, touting Business buskers, children running around with windmills. The flags flying across the street, under the light of moonlight and lights, like a scroll confusing flowers and clouds, extend to the endless night sky at the end of the night market square.

Of course, there are large concerts co-organized by the three famous bards, Walter Walter, Jack Weir and Clark Dag, in the round hall opposite the Grand Lourdes Arena.

This is the annual "Yunyao Festival" in Lourdes.

A long time ago, on April 7th, in order to save the city, the emperor Jagasi joined forces with an unknown prayer to fight the King of Elements regardless of his body. Although he defeated his opponent, he was also seriously injured. Died a year later. This ritual is to commemorate him and the legacy he left behind-Yun Yaozhi's uprightness.

Just a hundred years later, the "Yunyao Festival" has evolved into a simple festival, a day for everyone to gather.

"All memories and history have been changed as well, and the reconstituted world is all created by the mind in the sea of ​​mind. Taking the moment of change as a starting point, past memories and history have been completely rewritten, just to match the results created by Ishtoli, and the true history has long been forgotten in the untraceable past. A

"Although people think that everything reflected in their minds and everything described in books represents the evolution of this world, in fact, no one remembers the true past, and no one knows the truth of tuning, except for this new world The creator-''

"Ishtoli. A

Happiness is spread everywhere in the lively bazaar like a runaway drum beat, but no one has found a single girl in the shadow of the lights. Ishtoli stood outside the bustling atmosphere, and a steady stream of people bypassed her, like flowing water around small reefs.

Although I want to fish for goldfish in the past, or buy a mask to wear, where do I keep the fish? Who should I put on my mask?

This new world is the end result of countless obsessive interactions, but it seems that it cannot accept the performer of creation-the only Ishtoli who retains the old self. So, should I now leave all this, seal off all the memories, and then, like a duty prayer, establish a new overlapping area in an unknown place?

But ... then ...

The dark-haired girl walked in the bustling street and felt very lonely.

Just then, a familiar figure separated from the crowd and happened to hit Ischutli.

"Ah, I'm so sorry ~" The other party reluctantly restored his balance.

Through the dappled streets of lights and shadows, the youth's face was reflected in the girl's emerald pupil. At that instant, all the surrounding sounds disappeared, and even the time seemed to freeze.

There is no way to speak.

"Actually, I escaped from the college, so I was a little suspicious. I just thought that the person walking next to me was a professor, and thought he came over to try to catch me back, but after a long escape, I found out that there was no misunderstanding." The man smiled at himself while explaining to the girl. But the next moment, his voice was filled with surprise and worry: "You ... what happened to you? Did you just hit yourself?"

"Huh?" The girl looked back, and touched her cheek, a little moist.

How could you shed tears without knowing it?

"Hate ..." Ishtoli quickly rubbed his eyes vigorously. "There must be some sand running in!"

It was useless, and the tears kept flowing like the flood that had broken the bank. Although the girl always wanted to squeeze a smile, but in the end, the smile finally turned into intermittent weeping.

The other side couldn't help showing a nerve-wracking expression, but he didn't mean to leave. After considering just a few seconds, the responsible perpetrator proposed: "Should you find a place to sit first?"

Although the entire city is immersed in a sea of ​​joy, the winding Star River is very peaceful. The blue river is like a satin, flowing quietly through the noise and enthusiasm, quietly embellishing the city with a few traces of long distance.

"Are you better now?" The youth with aqua pupils asked cautiously.

"It's better." Isiuto thought about how to explain, "Actually ..."

"No, you don't need to say anything." The other person shook his head with a smile. "What happened in the past, let's hide it in your heart first. Anyway, today's rare 'Yunyao Festival', if you don't play well, , I'm so sorry for myself, don't you say? "

"Well." The girl nodded, again with a gentle smile.

"Introduction late, my name is Roland, Roland Streve. The intermediate wizard of Wingfield College is a researcher belonging to Tower 7."

"I'm ... um, Meng Liu, Jiu Yuan, Shi Fan, which name do you like?" The girl asked a question without answer.

"Ah?" Roland's smile froze, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped down his cheeks along his cheeks.

The blond girl in front of her has a dreamy look and a flowing hair she most admires, but in terms of personality, it seems to be quite elusive. Let ’s not mention the crying that made people love before, but what is suddenly strange now? The problem?

Although the three poetic and picturesque names "Mengliu, Jiuyuan and Shifan" do not know what special meanings they contain, they also know with their knees that no matter which one is chosen, the results will be miserable.

"I think they are all very nice, there is really no way to choose among them." The young blonde can only choose the worst classic answer in the end.

"Huh," I'm not angry or disappointed, Ishtoli showed a kitten-like expression, "Forget it, call me Ishtoli."

"Ishtoli?" The mage froze. "Do you mean" Ishtoli "in the calendar?

"Yes, that's the Ishtoli." The dark-haired girl answered word by word, then stood up from the bench and pulled Roland up. "Come, don't be dazed, since you say Going to play, then take me quickly. I want to buy a mask and eat seafood barbecue. By the way, setting fireworks and shooting balloons are also essential items! "

"Yes." Roland returned to God and nodded wryly.

So the two met.

"Time begins to flow again, and the water droplets of consciousness flow into the silent ocean again. A

"When the sea of ​​mind is filled again, there must be a new **** born, a new perfect body must be born, and another new world must be born out of it, and everything will step into progress again at that time. Spiral. However, it will be a long, long time later, right? A

"Even the vast ocean gathers with water drops, and it is destined to return to the place where it was born. Returning to and leaving the sea is the end and the source. A

The third death knight is born

Finish

Super Postscript

The exact time when I started writing "Death Knight" is not clear. According to my vague memory, there are about four years as of May 7, 2006. As far as the length of time is concerned, it has accounted for 1/6 of my short life. During this period, what I have obtained and what I have changed may not be inestimable.

It's hard to say that fate has changed as a result.

Around the first year of college, ghosts played poorly (the word will appear many times in the future) and played a game called "Night Detective ?; Zero." The specific details of the game can no longer be verified. In short, it is a picture with text descriptions, but I always remember the line of Xiaojiro-the girl the girl is struggling to find is the same blood type as a rich man, so she was forced to take it out. Own organs to extend the life of that old man.

This ending was very shocking to me at the time, and I felt very angry, so I had the idea of ​​"what would I do if I faced the truth?" This is also the original inspiration for "Death Knight" .

At that time, the appetite was very big, not very enthusiastic about anime, and a little bit of habit of setting school, so the initial plan was to show the entire world of Lorendan through a series of short stories, and then start a long story. The short series includes Roland's paladin exam, accidentally encountered a death knight on his way home, and Jiu Jiuyuan and the rest of the elven kingdom. The original setting of "Yunyao" is a powerful technique that can transcend time and space.

But another characteristic of young people is their lack of patience and great meritorious deeds. At the halfway point of the Paladin exam, I finally couldn't bear it, so I overturned the plan, and directly cut into the vengeance.

Looking back now, the choice to directly enter the revenge chapter is correct. Compared to the growth and betrayal of the young knight, the death knight's revenge is obviously more fascinating (some people protest, but the protest is invalid).

In addition, the return article is also the most sharp one, because the contradiction is absolutely irreconcilable and the protagonist's behavior is quite controversial, so it is very difficult to coordinate other people ’s comments and readers ’reactions, and it has also experienced many storms, which forced me To face broader issues.

In what direction should Death Knight be directed? What will be the final outcome?

BONES 'animation "RAHXEPHON" at that time determined the end of "Death Knight"-the tone of the world. Although I have no idea what the world after tuning is like, the world will change at the end of the third episode, which has become an outline that cannot be beaten.

Today, the creation of a new world is finally completed, and I am very satisfied with the result.

There have also been many revisions in the last four years, especially the first, which has produced several versions. The process is skipped. In short, from the point of view of writing, progress is certain, a lot of things have been abandoned, the style has gradually stabilized, and it is finally what it is now.

I believe that everyone must be very satisfied with the abandonment of gorgeous style in the third part (ignoring all dissatisfaction).

Now everything is written. If we want to sum up now and ask what kind of novel "Death Knight" is, I think that the positioning of this work is definitely a popular entertainment novel-now there is a proprietary genre suitable for young people-"Light Fiction".

Although some may prefer to use "fantasy fiction" as a definition, in fact, "Death Knight" may never have much to do with the fantasy spirit of the West (we will not discuss here what is the true standard of fantasy).

Its original inspiration came from games, its worldview came from anime, and its author watched the growth of anime.

"Death Knight" is more about anime-style extreme personality, anime-style extreme emotions, and anime-style extreme choices. In a brief summary, paranoia is the biggest feature of "Death Knight", because the person who wrote this work has a considerable paranoid nature.

As the saying goes, things are grouped together, and people are grouped. Although not every reader who likes Death Knight is involved in the field of animation, I personally think that they must also have an anime heart-because "Death Knight" is an anime-like thing, although it does not have exaggerated lines And visual elements, but the character's character and the ubiquitous KUSO (does anyone see all the spoofs in the DK? I'm looking forward to it), which makes this work really fit into that culture.

By the way, Xiaomei is such a guy.

And those readers who have the heart of animation are the greatest wealth for me as an author.

From a writing perspective, four years is not short, not to mention the constant twists and turns. Although I consider myself a good writer with a plan, perseverance, patience, brain, and talent, but since even God can't bear the loneliness, how can I survive it?

The usual way to get noticed is to ask for reviews. Newcomers often do this. In my time (someone started pretending to be old), they did get a lot of good reviews.

But reviews come from reviewers, but not readers. Not to mention that many comments do not cheer you up, but make you frustrated. Someday, forgetting the update and fighting in the forums is not without things (such as myself).

It doesn't mention the level of the work itself and whether the reviewer is obliged to encourage the messy technical and ethical issues of the author. In short, if anyone wants to survive the loneliness and loneliness of writing by reviewing, it is absolutely impossible.

In fact, the only thing the author needs to care about is the reader. This is my opinion.

Therefore, "Death Knight" includes fan works, not a collection of reviews.

This is the habit of an author with anime background, and it is also a proof that the readers of "Death Knight" have the heart of anime.

Or subversive or tender or spoofing colleagues, this is the highest affirmation of writing. The book review area is full of countless thoughts, which is the highest encouragement for writing. Whenever I see those high-level book reviews after the update, I feel strongly encouraged; whenever a reader discovers the KUSO in the article, I smile a little in my heart; whenever a fan publishes it, I feel "death Knight is one step closer to becoming a culture (although it is impossible to reach the level of EVA or Star Wars).

Without readers' support, "Death Knight" might not be written for four years, or it may not have such a perfect ending.

Here, I want to say:

"Thank you."

Growth and change in Death Knight looks like a mirror