Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Can people be convicted just because of their religion?

When did it start that people do not distinguish between general and evil by quality, but classify good and evil by source quality?

The man covered in blood and scorching opened his eyes, and once again looked at the world full of absurdity and injustice. His body was already in dilapidated condition, but at this moment, his sense of existence was unprecedentedly strong in the entire battlefield.

"Mother... witness my glory."

He whispered, and it seemed that the beautiful figure appeared in front of him, and she smiled at him, as if encouraging him to move forward again.

As a result, the thunder in the sky began to churn, and the primordial lightning in the dark clouds also began to roar. Vader's body shone brightly under the sudden change of the sky, and the crimson Moso shot up into the sky like a flame. It was as if a crown made of rubies appeared on top of his head, and at the same time, the expressions of Victoria and the others changed drastically.

"how is this possible?"

"Vader, that's..."

Yes, under the attention of all the people, Vader made a breakthrough. His anger against injustice transcended life and death at this moment, and he really took the source quality of [Rage] for his own use and promoted him to source level 2. At this moment, his huge The power of the spell shook the holy city, and the innocent dead seemed to let out a silent cry. Although this country is big, no one can stop his footsteps anymore.

The seriously injured prince raised his long sword to the sky, as if swearing to the person who had passed away. At the same time, spark-like spell fragments fluttered and hit Vader's army, turning them into red light and enveloping them. Roaring loudly at this moment, the attributes of their bodies were fully uplifted, their tired bodies regained strength, and there seemed to be flames burning in their hearts in their chests.

"Warriors, follow me for a just future!"

Vader's words were like the horn of attack, and what responded to him was the shouting and tsunami of the soldiers. Vader's army, which was already retreating in numbers, began a full-scale counterattack. Forced to start shrinking defense.

Victoria looked at Vader, who was seriously injured but seemed to have regained his life, pale. The moment he broke through, Victoria knew that things had changed.

Source level 2, that is no longer what she and Ponte can compete with. Except for the Holy See outside, no one in the entire St. Meister Theocracy can suppress Vader in terms of strength, but even so, she and Ponte are still It's not that there is no chance of winning.

Vader's injury was too serious, even if he was promoted, he couldn't cover up the fatal injury. Feld was also seriously injured. Both of them were at the end of their battles. Skills must be time-limited, and there must be side effects afterwards.

In other words, as long as they withstand this wave of offensive, Wang Nu's army has a chance of winning, otherwise it is Vader's victory.

This is the final battle and the final madness.

"Hold on! Their spells won't last long!"

"Hold the line!"

One after another shouts sounded in the Victorian army position. Ponte personally sat in front to organize the defense, while on the opposite side of them, Marquis Feld led the charge in the red light like a ghost.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The blond knight knew that now was the most important moment. He abandoned his shield and poured all his strength into the long sword in his hand. Behind him, Vader, who was seriously injured, came with thunder and fire. They are all on the verge of life and death, but this is their strongest moment.

Under Feld's fearless assault, the Victorian army was rushed out of a hole as soon as they met each other. Vader's army drove straight in, completely ignoring the onslaught of the two wings, and went straight to Victoria and Ponte in the center of the enemy line.

On the battlefield, the familiar four met again, but this time the situation was quite different. Vader's thunder could no longer be dispelled by Ponte's lower-level spells, and Victoria's abilities were more supportive, and even more helpless. No matter what threat it caused, the skill of the Piece Wing Dagger was cooling down, and the two of them could no longer make a final decision.

During the fierce battle, the sand and stones in the four-person battle area were in a mess, and the explosions continued like drums. Feld, who had been leading the charge, was hit by Victoria's large-scale holy light attack, and his body was the first to fall to the ground. However, Ponte and Victoria, who were running out of magic essence, were also injured by Vader's lightning one after another. The black-haired man vomited blood, and the wings of light behind the blond princess gradually dissipated.

Victoria and Ponte, the teachers and students finally cuddled each other and fell to the ground. The roar of thunder and lightning sounded again, and the fate of the two seemed to come to an end. However, at this last moment, the holy light followed. A figure protected the two of them.

That was Noelle, the girl rushing forward with her wings outstretched, under the surprised eyes of the two of them, activated the protective spell, and just blocked Vader's attack, but it was just a drop in the bucket, Vader who was blocked from attacking slightly Surprised, he didn't respond anymore, he stared at Noelle, and saw the choice from her unyielding eyes with just one glance.

"Is that so, would you rather die with them? Alright."

He muttered to himself, and was about to raise his sword to make the final cut, but the sense of disobedience behind him turned into inexplicable heart palpitations, causing his body to freeze suddenly.

Sensing a huge sense of crisis, Vader turned around decisively at this moment, completely ignoring the three people behind him. His gaze traversed the chaotic battlefield, and finally settled on an approaching figure.

It was a black-haired boy he had seen before.

Chapter 93 presents the answer for you (3k)

The moment Noelle rushed out, Roja didn't stop it, one reason was that Roja felt that he couldn't stop it, and the other reason was that he also needed to do something.

During these few hours of fighting, Roja had already thought through it fully. The moment he appeared on the battlefield, it meant that he had made a choice and had a way to carry out his will.

[The skill "Grandall's Promise" is activated]

【Countdown 30...29...28...】

The third time the skill was activated, there was no explosion of power and magic essence, but it was like a teleportation. The chaotic battlefield was no longer in front of Roja's eyes. The smell of blood gradually dissipated in his nose, and the giant under the setting sun reappeared.

"Are you finally going to bring me an answer?"

On the red plain, Grandall looked down at the black-haired boy with great interest, and asked again slowly:

"Then answer me, how do the dead transmit their power?"

"..."

Roja was silent for a while listening to the giant's question. He recalled all the details of his communication with Glandar so far, and said slowly:

"I have two answers, one for this question and one for your question, which one do you want to hear?"

"Two? Hehe, interesting, let's talk about them all."

"The first one is the answer to this question, about how the dead transmit their own power, you who watched this war with me should already know my answer?"

Roja looked at the sunset in the distance, and in his eyes were the figures of warriors fighting bravely in the Holy City. The appearances of Vader and Victoria floated in front of his eyes one by one, and then melted into the wind and left.

"Spirit, will, thought, this is how the dead pass on power. Some people write history for it, some write books for it, some spend their lives conveying their ideas to others, and when all these continue to accumulate, It will change from quantitative change to qualitative change, and civilization and culture will be born and hatched from then on.”

The teenager recalled the splendid civilization that was bred through 5000 years of accumulation in his previous life, and his feelings continued to deepen.

"In the final analysis, this kind of cultural and civilization inheritance is the transmission of the power of the dead, or the sages. It may change, and it may remove inappropriate parts and add new content, but this power will become stronger and stronger as time goes by. The stronger it is, the more it will become a bond, linking all living beings."

"..."