Shadow of the Beautiful World

Light.

The golden light converged into a sharp blade that swept across the world, and the golden streamer piercing the sky slid down the crimson sky.

It was supposed to be a momentary event, but in the eyes of other onlookers, this moment seemed to be infinitely elongated.

Dum looked at the holy sword that cut down with endless light. Under the mask of the armor, his eyes were full of astonishment. Before his eyes, the system of the armor could no longer calculate the intensity of this energy.

There is no need to calculate.

Dum knew that if the sword was aimed at him, it was absolutely impossible for him to survive.

It crosses the sky.

It was like the stone pillar supporting the sky collapsed, and fell towards the sky of the turbid sea in an upside-down gesture.

In the sky, the formless, indescribable evil spirit let out a horrified whimper.

It wants to escape.

It also couldn't face this world-destroying force.

But it can't go!

At this moment, how could Dum let it go?

The purple exorcism ritual was manipulated and transformed into endless bondage, like a closed net, tightly bound that huge invisible evil spirit on that side of the sky.

Then, the light of destruction.

Then the light came.

The sword shadow carried by the holy sword that had been lifted from the 13 seals, those scorching golden streamers that burned like flames hadn't touched the body of the evil spirit, and ignited the aura of chaos.

It's like encountering the fat of Mars, there is no other ending except being completely burned.

It feels threatened.

It desperately tried to block the sword.

The chaotic force field and the purple light are like squeezed fruit, blocking in front of him with an explosive posture. The energy intensity and thick posture are comparable to a real city wall.

But it didn't work!

Defense is useless!

Nothing can stop the falling of the blade, at least in this world, nothing!

puff

Like the sound of a knife cutting into a balloon.

The golden light flooded the sky in the next moment.

Those powers were all exerted by Artoria on the body of the evil spirit in a concentrated burst of posture, just like a bonfire was lit in the sky, and those golden flames burned blazingly between the collisions.

They are set off to the sky, as if the entire sky is burning at this moment.

The golden fire spread in the clouds, and in the desperate wailing of the evil spirits, the flame rolled outward along with every trace of chaotic power in this world.

Like a rain of fire covering the world.

Any place where chaos remains will be completely incinerated by the golden flame.

Even those hideous murlocs shivering in their caves in the deepest trench of the muddy sea were burned to ashes in the flames burning in the water.

But they won't just disappear.

Their burnt bodies will re-infiltrate the world with nourishment, and those that have been taken by the evil spirits are returned in this way to this new world that has been cleaved.

The land will become fertile again.

The earth will be filled with life again.

After hope returns to this world, it will breed a better and more peaceful age.

And the best part is, this time, they are no longer alone.

This time, there will be a supreme being born from their world, who will open his arms to protect everyone in the shadows behind him when disaster strikes.

Ah, the new world...

The howling of the evil spirit in the burning end is like a hymn celebrating the arrival of the new world.

In that ethereal song,

It has come.

right in front of you.

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The Sword of Promised Victory in Artoria's hand was like quicksand blown by the wind, and the phantom of that sword dissipated little by little, like shattered glass.

White ashes were also flying around the body of the swordsman hero.

Her spiritual base has been broken.

She can no longer reside in this world.

Before her eyes, behind her.

As the ceremonial carriers of the round table voting, the same is true for the arbiter Joan of Arc and the knight Brunhilde.

They will all dissipate and return to the endless time, waiting to be summoned to another era with a holy relic next time.

Their mission in this war is over.

This is the price of cutting that sword.

The witch Hermione stood beside the weak spirits, looking at her friends.

She knew it was time to say goodbye.

When I was first summoned by you, I hated you.

The arbiter Joan of Arc leaned on the holy white battle flag that she no longer fluttered, and she flicked her hair weakly. She said to Hermione:

I hate the British, your arrogance... and some of your habits remind me of those nobles who burned me to death.

The saint gave a gentle smile.

The smaller half of her body had already disappeared against the golden halo.

She said to Hermione:

But now I don't hate you, Master.

You are a kind person, a kind person, and a respectable person. I am honored to work with you...Maybe, you will become one of us in the future.

Joan stretched out her hand, and when her body turned into light and disappeared, she waved to Hermione, and she said:

Then Master, let's see you in the next era.

Hermione nodded seriously.

Her big eyes have turned reddish, she is still a sentimental person after all.

This is the first time she bids farewell to her heroic spirit.

She has known for a long time that there is no banquet in this world that lasts forever, but...

Knowing is one thing.

Whether you can accept it or not is another matter.

I still want to go to Asgard to have a look.

The female knight Brunhilde leaned against her horse. When this glamorous knight disappeared, she seemed to become talkative.

A rainbow was reflected behind her. For the first time, she reached out to untie the silver armor covering her eyes, and then shook her long silver hair quite freely, in the star-like light spots.

She said to Hermione:

It seems that this wish will not come true until next time.

Master, you are a good fighter, I look forward to fighting with you next time...

After finishing speaking, under Hermione's gaze, Brunhild mounted the war horse, waved his hands without looking back, pulled up the rein, and rushed into the rainbow behind him like a galloping knight.

In that wonderful rainbow, it completely disappeared before Hermione's eyes.

Master...

Arturia, who was sitting on a stone and holding a broken hilt in her hand, looked up at Hermione who was crying in front of her eyes.

She looked behind Hermione, at the golden light burning across the sky.

It looks like the sunset and sunset in the peaceful era.

That light shone on this world, and for the first time after more than ten years of despair, it truly brought light back to this world.

I can't go on with you any longer.

King Arthur, the heroic spirit, tilted her head, with a smile on her face, and she said to Hermione:

You must win!

I don't care anymore, honestly.

Hermione bit her lip, she raised her hand, and placed it on Artoria's phantom face, she said:

I have got the most important things, and I know how to go in the future.

That's good.

The Heroic Swordsman said contentedly:

Then go all the way, see you in the next era.

Hey, don't say that.

Hermione took a step forward, she squatted down, and hugged Arturia who was about to disappear intimately, she stretched out her hand, and lightly touched the golden, bristling hair on the top of Heroic Spirit's head.

This time, Artoria didn't stop her.

Hermione will be hugged in the arms of the swordsman, she looks at Arturia who is about to disappear, she whispers:

I also promised to accompany you back to Wales to see the place where you were born, to travel around the whole of Europe, and the whole world. I still haven't forgotten this promise.

Sleep, Artoria, don't say goodbye to me.

We'll meet soon, next time, I won't let you make such a sacrifice for me... go to sleep.

The Heroic Swordsman didn't say anything more.

With her eyes closed, after a great battle, it was as if she was resting in the arms of a friend. She was so tired, and amidst the soft snoring, her figure dissipated into Hermione's arms like a golden light.

Those golden lights swirled around Hermione like a final farewell.

A few minutes later, Hermione stood up. Following Artoria's example, she held the mechanical long sword in her palm, raised her head, and let the chaotic wind blow her long hair.

In the golden light, Hermione closed her eyes slightly.

She knew that the decisive battle was coming.

Her duel with Doom.

The one who wins becomes the supreme mage, and the one who loses...

just lost.

click, click

Outside the shelter not far away, the closed door slowly opened, and the golden light shone on the door, casting a shadow.

There is a boundary between shadow and light. People stand in the shadow, they look at the world that is already completely different outside, they can no longer hear those noisy voices, and there are no strange phantoms in their eyes.

Those fragrant winds seemed to announce to them that a new world had appeared.

But the long-term despair made them dare not take the first step easily.

Until, until a girl with candy in her hand was worried about her big sisters, she pushed aside the crowd and rushed out in one step, rushing from the shadows into the golden light.

From the age of despair, step into a new world.

She ran to a small hillside and looked left and right, but she couldn't find her big sisters. She was a little disappointed and a little sad.

Then, gentle fingers appeared from behind and placed on her little head, gently rubbing her withered and yellow hair.

Sister Hermione!

The little girl happily turned around and hugged the witch's waist.

Hermione also smiled and patted the girl's hair.

The two stood under the golden light and looked into the distance. After the golden flame burned the chaos of the sky, the dawn sun finally came slowly.

Wow

The little girl's eyes widened.

This was the first time in her life that she saw real sunshine.

really...

Just like mom used to tell her.

so beautiful.

More people were inspired by the little girl's courage. They walked out of the shelter and stared blankly at this new world.

They are full of confusion and don't know what to do.

But it doesn't matter, the era of hope has arrived, and they have enough time to think about how to rebuild their world.

Farther afield, on the ridge behind the shelter.

The one-armed old man in military uniform sat on a stone, enduring the burn of golden flames on his body, and he seemed to feel nothing.

There was an indescribable tenderness on that terrifying face covered with black horniness.

He looked at the young people who were screaming, shouting, and laughing in the sun, and finally there was a glimmer of light in his cloudy eyes.

You can welcome the new world with them.

Doom's voice sounded behind the old man. The wizard king's battle armor had been destroyed, but it was barely intact. He was wearing a new green cloak.

He came to the decisive battle.

He said to the old man:

If you need, I can help you extinguish the flames, cleanse the chaos, and you can lead these young people as an elder... They need a leader to go on better.

No, they don't need to.

Without looking back, the old man said in a hoarse voice:

I don't need it either, just let me look at it like this.

I've been walking for too long, I've been escaping for too long, I don't want to run around anymore, here... this is my final destination.

Thank you, outsiders, thank you for saving this world, thank you for the hope you left behind, we will not let this down...

Will not disappoint...

He raised his head, closed his eyes, and opened his arm.

He greedily breathed in the clean air, allowing the golden flame to burn more intensely on his body, without the slightest pain, until the moment when he was completely covered by the flame, his face was still full of smiles.

Doom just stood there, looking at the burned old man.

He heard it.

The old man's last voice before leaving.

me...

I am a scar from the old days, and there is no place for me in this brave new world...

The Wizard King stood where he was like a stone statue.

He just watched the old man infested by chaos being burned to ashes by the golden flames. This scene moved the hard-hearted Doom a little.

He began to doubt the truth of the world more and more.

Is this really just a battlefield shaped out of thin air to fight for?

The wind blew across the ridge, blowing the gray embers into the sky, and in the sway of Doom's cloak, he watched the dawn that leaped into the sky.

The warm light replaced the burning golden flame and began to shine on the land.

You came?

Doom said without looking back:

If the sword just now had been a little more deflected, you would have won...

My Arturia wouldn't do that.

The witch Hermione held the hilt of the mechanical long sword, she plucked her hair, and said:

She disdains the stolen victory. I probably have been with her for too long, and I have also been influenced by her.

She raised the long sword in her hand, pointed at Doom, and in the light of dawn, she said:

Come on, the decisive battle between you and me.

Dum looked back at the shelter not far away, he said:

Shazam told me that good people shouldn't fight each other, it's a very naive idea, but I think it's better not to let them see the life-and-death scene between the saviors...

Let them keep good memories of heroes.

Let's fight somewhere else.