After the holy sword is broken

Behind the battlefield, the field medical area for the priests.

The safest place on the entire battlefield has been attacked.

The ground suddenly vibrated, as if a giant was moving underground.

An experienced priest shouted for everyone to evacuate, but before they had time to evacuate, a piece of land was torn apart, and a huge and ferocious insect head emerged from the ground.

The centipede-like body was still buried in the ground, and the two rows of dancing slender legs made the scalp tingle.

An extremely rare monster, its hard shell protects every inch of its body.There is no organ that can be called an eye, but it can accurately attack the crowd.

In such a critical moment, there is no time to look through the illustration book for the people present, and they can only rely on experience to find the weakness of the monster.

The witch as the guardian stood at the forefront, and behind her were the wounded who were evacuated urgently.

An ice gun was condensed in his hand, and the caster of the spell was looking for the right time.

"Witch! Watch your step!"

someone shouted.

Lena was startled, and before she could react, the ground under her feet had been turned up, and a worm head came out of the ground against her feet.

The sharp mouthparts were right next to her legs, opening and closing to bite her. The insect's head was not flat, and coupled with the bumps in the movements, the witch almost fell.

Backhand pierced the ice spear from the worm monster's forehead, Lena added a lightening magic effect for herself, and jumped back.

feather fall!

Before he could stand still, another strange bird struck from the sky.

Why do monsters break into here?

Lena was thinking while summoning the thunder and lightning to kill the strange bird.

The place to put the wounded is safer than other areas of the battlefield, even behind the mage team.If only one breaks in, it can be said to be a coincidence. If two or more break in, people have to think about whether there is an enemy's target.

Witches, like sorcerers, are gifted spellcasters.

Mysteries are part of their lives, but the number and types of mysteries they master will not be as many as mages.

Lena is very clear that she now needs a detection magic similar to the Mage's Eye, but she does not have such an ability.

However, compared to warlocks, witches also have an acquired skill - medicine.

The use of herbs can well make up for the lack of magic.

The light green grass juice was applied to the eyelids, and with a spell, the world he saw changed when he opened his eyes again.

The bone demon disguised as a human wounded person is a summoner among demons.

The formed sword blank fell from the sky, and the magic light wrapped it around it, hanging in front of Borgins.

At this time, the metal sword body was still orange-red after being calcined, and the sword body was too hot to touch.

"Now it's time to engrave runes, build a miniature magic circle, and endow it with mysterious power."

Burgess finally had time to raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

His eyes were red, half because of the hot and dry environment, and the other half because of sweat flowing into the eyes and damage caused by excessive salt.

The ground under his feet was slightly soft due to the high temperature flowing out of the barrier, as if it was about to melt.There was a burnt smell in the air, probably the smell of grass rootworm ants on the terracotta after they were burned.

"Need a break?" Dana asked.

Inscribing runes and constructing magic circles are the core steps of forging, and they are also the most difficult and energy-consuming steps.

From the engraved pattern to the order of construction, there can be no mistakes at all.

"No. I always feel..." Burgess shook his head, "Let's hurry up."

As soon as his mind was drawn away from the forging work, he began to worry about the people on the front line.Unstoppable worry, as if something extremely bad is about to happen or is happening.

He looked in the direction of the gates of hell.

Hope it's okay.

The witch got up from the ground and covered her forehead with her hand. When she put it down, her hand was already covered with blood.

Unstoppable blood gushed out from the wound, slid down her cheeks, drop by drop, and smashed into the black soil.

The enemy ahead has not yet fallen.

One by one, his summons crawled out, attacking the wounded and priests.

There were not many guards present, and the manpower on the battlefield was too short, and the priests and priests who stayed here were mostly healers who were not good at fighting.

When they couldn't be rescued, they could only watch the monsters raging and killing their compatriots.

These companions who have given their healthy bodies to protect the mainland, here, belonging to the rear of the order camp, are still threatened with their lives.

The summoner's destructive power is too strong, and he can't be allowed to continue to do whatever he wants.

The witch's eyes darkened, and a rare seriousness appeared on her lovely and pretty face.

She pulled out a ritual dagger, and pressed the tip of the knife against the aorta on her neck. With the other hand, she stretched out her five fingers towards the bone demon who was still summoning.

"Go back to your abyss."

Give myself, and fall back into the abyss with you.

The dagger blade sank into the flesh and blood, but not a drop of blood that should have spewed out.

The black hellfire quietly ignited, while enveloping the witch, it also burned the devil who broke into this place——

That bone demon, and all his summons.

Dark shadow hands reached out from the ground, grabbed them, and dragged them down forcefully.

This is a call from the abyss.

Come, fulfill your spell and complete your sacrifice!

In the distance, far away, a sorcerer was stopped by his colleagues on the left and right. His monocle was shattered to the point where only half of the lens was left, and all his previous elegance was lost. He yelled the name of the witch like crazy——

"Lena!

"Lena!

"Lena!!!!!!"

The demon lord ignored Alger's declaration, and he turned to Elvis.

"You are the human being who dived into the abyss." The demon didn't use the question.

"Will you take refuge in me and become my subordinate?"

Ives: "I have been in the abyss for ten years, and it has not eroded me."

How could he change his camp just because of a word from the devil?

The devil shook his head: "It's a pity, since I refused this time, then I'll ask again after I finish what I'm doing. At that time, I won't be as gentle as I am now."

We have reached the last step.

After today, order can no longer restrain him.

Born from the Chaos Demon, it cannot directly integrate the power of order.But he can mix his own bloodline with the lost god-born, and let that half-breed take on the important task of reconciliation.

And he only needs to devour this descendant to seize these powers and turn them into his own.From then on, he will also become an existence recognized by the order.

The gates of hell can't stop him, neither can the natural barriers between the planes, and even the holy sword of extreme light can't drive him out.

In order to achieve this goal, he bewitched Alex, a stupid human being known as a "demon fanatic".Using the power of the contract, he got the chance to bring down the devil's son.

Then, when a lost descendant of God established a deal with him, he secretly changed the content of the deal and gave her the heavy responsibility of breeding the child of the devil.

Finally, use Alex again to destroy the original holy sword by sacrificing his parents and children.The whole plan is almost complete.

The rest of the deviations are no longer important, even if his son, who is destined to be sacrificed, becomes a devout priest of the gods of the stars, it will have no effect——

All he needs is a tool to release the shackles. As for what the tool thinks, it has nothing to do with him.

Ives snorted coldly: "The ambition is really great. As the embodiment of the consciousness of the abyss, do you actually want to betray the abyss?"

With the power that the demon lord currently possesses, as long as he swallows the blood that belongs to the god of order and obtains new power, he will be free from the control of the will of the abyss, and even have the ability to restrict the abyss.

The demon lord who was determined in the abyss melee smiled: "What's wrong? It uses me as a tool to manipulate the demons, and of course I can treat it the other way around.

"Don't try to stop me, no one here can do it. The saint is not here, and there is no uncrowned one here, even your holy sword..."

Speaking of this, he paused, and chuckled: "Are you putting all your chips there? Recast the holy sword, and drive me back like last time?

"Give up, you're too late."

To exert the full power of the holy sword, the conditions are very strict.Only the saints in the world, or the uncrowned who can carry the holy spirit accomplished by the saints, can do it.

At this moment, the saints of this generation have not been born, the saints who have become holy spirits are far away, no one who has not been crowned is present, and the new holy sword has not yet been cast.

And the good medicine to relieve the restriction of the holy sword is right in front of him.

"Sorry, it is our bounden duty to oppose the evil will."

Ragal said calmly.

Behind him, an ultimate summoning door opened.

A dense black mist overflows from it, and there is an unknown fear hidden in it.

This summoning gate leads to an unknown plane.

What was summoned from it was also an unknown existence.

The black mist entangled Ragal's body from behind. The summoner did not resist, but stretched out his hand and pointed towards the demon lord.

"Devour him like you devoured me."

The black mist quickly enveloped him completely, with incredible speed, the mist did not stop, and drifted towards the direction Ragal pointed at last, just as fast as before.

The place where Ragal was originally standing was empty, without leaving any traces, as if no one had ever stood there.

"Ah."

The demon lord stood motionless.

He knew very well that there was no way to escape this cloud of mist, it could only be shaken hard.

Black mist enveloped him.

Quiet and silent.

No holy spirit, or any human being dares to step forward to disturb this silent battle.

Until the end of the summoning time, the black mist dissipated and returned to his original plane.

The demon lord, who was wrapped in the mist, reappeared his figure.

The handsome appearance no longer exists, and the dark purple inner part is exposed, with distorted patterns.There is still a little bit of human camouflage remaining on his body, like a well-made mask after it has been torn off.

"Is it ugly?"

The demon looked at Alger, with no expression on his distorted and blurred face, but the voice was full of malice.

"But this is your true nature. You should have known that you do not belong to order and kindness."

[But you are different.Half of you belong to human beings and order, while the other half is endowed by the abyss.There is no such thing as right or wrong for you on either side of the camp.

We shouldn't use human standards to ask you, it's not fair or just. 】

The demon lord completely tore off his scattered disguise, revealing his ugly appearance.

"You struggle. You don't think you can trust the demon who just prepared to kill you. But can you escape your true nature?"

The surrounding holy spirits gather and attack the demon lord.

The supreme demon ignored the light beams of judgment and prayers of guilt, and under the fierce attack, reached out to Alger and made a grabbing motion.

"come over."

Meet your destiny.

The irresistible suction force suddenly descended, and no one could stop it.

Just in a trance, he was in front of the devil again.

Powerless.

The gap in strength is too great.

Even the attack of the Holy Spirit will be silently annihilated before it gets close to him.

In front of the demon lord, Alger couldn't even move his fingers.

Even the part of the power that belongs to the devil in the body is endowed by him. How can the shallow stream of the tributary compete with the source of the river?

can.

The silver moonlight penetrated the domain of Eternal Night and fell on the body of the descendant of God.

Argel retracted the dagger, and slowly opened his hand against the enemy's suppression.

The moonlight condensed into a sword.

The length of the sword is longer than that of a half-handed sword, the blade is wider than that of a wide-edged sword, and the blade is thicker than that of a chopping sword. It is a strange bastard sword.

The sword blade condensed with the power of the silver moon quietly passed it towards the demon in front of him. The sword intent was as lonely as a rare night of a lonely moon, making the world fall silent.

"So stubborn."

In the silence, only the Maharaja of the Devil was speaking.

"How could I allow my arrangements to escape my control?"

The blood belonging to the devil suddenly boiled, overwhelming Yinyue's power.

The moonlight epee was still cut off, splitting half of the demon's head, without harming his original source, and soon recovered to his original state.

"Don't be so rebellious, I just want to take back the life I gave you. As a citizen of the abyss, it is your glory to be a part of me, my son."

The demon lord did not continue to tolerate Alger's resistance, and raised his hand to grab him.

The huge wings in mid-air flapped and wrapped towards Alger, protecting him in the center.

A pure white light of protection surrounds him, resisting the capture of demons.

Two moments later, the wings condensed by the Holy Light shattered into spots of light.

The holy spirit that lowered the protection reacted very quickly and hugged Alger from behind, and a stronger and more original guardian light burst out suddenly.

It is to protect him, and also to prevent the demon lord from realizing his ambition.

"No, please relax, Your Excellency the Holy Spirit."

Alger closed his eyes.

When opened again, the red pupil returned to its true color of silver gray.

No matter whether the Holy Spirit answered his words, he just asked himself:

"Is poverty a sin that the poor are born with?"

No one understood what he meant, but he didn't care, he just continued on his own: "Stealing is not good, because it will harm the interests of others, but such behavior can make the thief full.

"If you don't steal, but spend time learning characters and crafts, you can eventually let them live a more decent life. Everyone knows this. But giving up this way of obtaining food will make them starve to death in the soon after.

"So, stealing is beneficial to them."

The voice of the demon lord was full of joy: "Yes, you finally figured it out. Order is useless, abandon it, the only law is the law of the jungle.

"As for you, you are born strong. I can devour you, which only means that I am stronger than you. Come on, don't resist struggling in front of the only truth."

Alger was indifferent, and didn't even change his expression. He continued to speak his own words, not caring whether the audience could understand or not.

"Someone reached out to them and broke their original life track. Before everything went on a new track, for the recipients, life didn't get better, or even got worse."

The demon lord nodded slightly: "Just like you, deliberate and contrived kindness will only confuse you. Things will only change from order to chaos, and no one can do the opposite."

He became more and more satisfied: "You are my best masterpiece, and you are more in line with my heart than I imagined."

"Until the new trajectory is rebuilt, they get a better life in the eyes of the rescuers, but whether they are satisfied and prefer the original life, only they can say it themselves.

"Therefore, assistance that does not ask the will of the person concerned is only an act of the rescuer out of selfishness."

Demon Monarch: "That's right, it's order's wishful thinking, so hypocritical that even the demons are ashamed."

"That's what Philo thinks."

After saying this, Argel finally had another expression.

He pulled the corner of his lips and smiled.

This smile is tolerant and helpless, but also a little distressed: "But in the end, stealing is not good. Stopping such behaviors that violate the law and harm the collective, and give them a new way of life, is this hypocrisy?"

"Law?" The demon lord sneered, "You actually trust such a ridiculous thing."

"This is my choice. I choose order, I choose to be redeemed. Both collectively and in terms of my personal freedom, I benefit from it. To the Gods and the Light, I am infinitely grateful."

"No one on the order side will really trust you, really trust a demon. Just like you don't trust me."

"No, there is, I have trust, it's always there."

Alger said with great determination.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed something from nothingness, and slowly pulled it out.

"This is evidence."

The Nine Hells, the dwelling place of the devil.

This is an evil place, but orderly, very different from the chaotic abyss of demons.

In the deepest part of the Nine Hells lies a visitor who should not be there.

With long golden hair and golden eyes, the whole body exudes a divine light.

is a Holy Spirit.

At this time, she was holding a paper contract and facing the darkness.

"I swear by the name that bears my holy letter—"

"Tiffany." In the darkness, someone spoke, "My name was also crowned with a holy word."

The saint of the previous generation of mankind, the current Holy Spirit, Saint Tiffany smiled.

"It is said that since the birth of the gods, the first sage on the mainland, because he was dissatisfied with the treatment he received, led the first batch of heroic spirits in the ancient holy city to betray the gods and build nine layers of hell to compete with the holy light."

"It has been passed down by word of mouth for endless years, and the ancient legends are inevitably distorted, but I do not deny the statement about my identity in this story."

Tiffany lifted her hair by her ears, her gentle smile remained unchanged: "No matter what your identity is, you should know that I cannot deceive you, and the gods will not do unwise things."

"There have been too many unwise things in the past tens of millions of years, little girl."

The Holy Spirit spread his hands: "And you will always be the beneficiary, so what is there to hesitate about?

"As long as you sign your name, from now on, the abyss is also yours, master of hell."

"The abyss is a place of chaos. What's the use of us, the devil who abides by order, taking it over?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't understand this point either, but since the gods proposed a deal to you, it must be established."

So you don't have to use this to lower the price to me, I am not threatened by it.

The people in the darkness were silent for a while before speaking again.

"Re-draft the contract, in front of me, lest the lines on the paper are words newly approved by the gods.

"Also, don't you need to intervene in the battlefield above? Like it was thousands of years ago."

"No," the Holy Spirit smiled slowly, "The gods have already made arrangements."

She raised her head, her golden eyes looked at the nothingness above: "A new saint has been born."

Holy light, endless holy light.From the battlefield of the gate of hell, it has been illuminating every inch of land on the mainland.

Any darkness, under this extreme light, has nothing to hide.

The elves, dwarves, and giant beasts stopped their charge and stopped their fighting.

The demons on the mainland, who should have been hiding in the shadows, screamed and hid under the protection of the high-ranking people under the burning of the holy light.

A high-ranking vampire was furious: "Damn, for such an important matter, if you don't say hello in advance, do you want to tear up the covenant?"

In the cave of the red dragon, the girl who promised to guard the mainland slept peacefully again, and the dragon also closed his eyes and lay down peacefully.

She is no longer needed.

In Dock Town, the bard sitting under the tree at the center of the street stopped playing and singing, smiled and sighed: "It's another good story."

Dana stood on the crimson land, the dazzling light made him squint his eyes involuntarily.

"Who summoned the holy sword?"

Just as Borgins completed the last step, the holy sword in front of him disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, there was such a grand picture.

Burgess smiled, opened his hands, and embraced the holy light: "He is a person connected with his destiny."

After speaking, his body suddenly fell down.

"Burgens!" The mage stepped forward and caught him, "Are you okay?"

Burgess closed his eyes, with a smile on his mouth: "I'm fine, it's just that I've consumed too much..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and finally fell asleep.

When the holy light dissipated, the battlefield at the gate of hell was empty, only the holy spirit and human beings remained.

The person holding the holy sword suddenly glanced at [here].

The holy sword fell to the ground, and the newly promoted saint lost consciousness.

"Alger?!"

A month later.

The Human Empire, Dock Town, and the Order of the Poetry of Truth.

The ceremony of conferring a saint is grand and solemn.

Alger wore the robes that belonged to a sage, and accepted the canonization ceremony in front of the altar where the holy sword was erected.

Under the eyes of everyone, drink the water from the legendary holy spring and hold the holy book high.From then on, he was a saint recognized by the gods of the various star sects.

The envoys of Wangcheng offered congratulations to him.

"Bringing you the greetings of the new queen, may your glory shine on the New World."

"Glory to the gods."

Alger received the congratulations on behalf of the royal family, and glanced across the church.

This sanctuary, which was never open to the outside world, rarely opened its door. The door was crowded with people watching the ceremony, and the room was also full of colleagues from various religious orders, envoys sent by foreign races, and representatives of other pro-religious forces.

It's just that many familiar faces are missing, so even though the place is full of people, he still feels empty.

He remembered the conversation he had had not long ago when he buried his comrades who died in the war.

"Alger, you are already a saint, can you please answer my question?"

the mage wearing the monocle asked him haggardly.

Alger spoke softly: "Say it."

"Why do we suffer from these chaos and evil erosion? From the ancient continent to the present, from the glorious era to the revival period, we have never achieved real stability.

"Never-ending disasters and wars, never reaching the ideal. It's too ridiculous. What is the meaning of our existence?"

He murmured: "Why on earth do we have to endure such suffering?"

Alger said calmly: "Even if you know the meaning of existence, it won't help. Live your own life, whether you know the answer or not, it won't affect your fate. Destiny lies in choice, not destiny."

"But... the whole of my life has been buried in the grave."

The mage looked at the tomb of his dead lover and closed his eyes.

There are only a few old objects in the tomb.

His lover fell into the abyss and could never return to the mainland, let alone enter the Kingdom of God.

She will only be a creation of order, torn into pieces by the demons, and die in despair in a place he cannot touch, without even keeping her soul.

Lizzie stood up in front of the other tomb, and calmly said to the mage, "We should go."

She took one last look at the tombstone, which simply engraved the deceased's position, birthday and death date, and a name, Ragal.

Lizzie sighed, and pulled a quiet smile on the corner of her mouth: "I finally returned to Dock Town again. Unfortunately, I can't go back to the gate of hell with you."

The second executor of the poem of truth continued their mission with the new fifth executor.

In the church, Alger suddenly sighed.

He raised his head, but he couldn't find the node he saw before.

Behind him, the new holy sword was quietly inserted on the altar.

"The ceremony is over, congratulations, new saint, Saint Alger, and may the gods be with you."

Said the chief priest of the poetry of truth to him.

"May the gods be with us." Alger replied.

Saints are always surrounded by followers who want to be taught, and so is Saint Alger.

And when they walked to the gate of the Poetry of Truth and saw a young man who was so dazzling that people were in a trance, people who had already heard many rumors left consciously.

The young man didn't take the initiative to step forward as usual, but silently clenched his fists, stood where he was, and dodged his eyes.

Burgess was a little apprehensive.

He had just solved his troubles - the princess, the current new empress, still wanted to keep him in the royal city, and it took him a lot of effort to refuse.

Of course, it wasn't that difficult in the first place, he just wanted to delay and escape.

Alger, no, it should be St. Alger now, it's a little too strange for him.

The classical style of the holy garment, solemn but revealing a gentle expression, seems to exude a sacred aura like holy light.Not at all like the lovers he was familiar with.

He hesitated and didn't dare to go forward, hesitating as if he was hiding in a corner in unrequited love when he didn't know each other.

Then he saw the saint walking towards him with a gentle smile on his face, just like he always did.

Heart, just settle down like this.

Alger hugged him gently.

"You're back."

Burgess reached out and hugged him back.

"Well, I'm back."

"I miss you."

It has been many, many days since we saw each other. Dana reassures him, but Miss always urges him to put down what he is doing and look for it.

Burgess buried his face in Alger's arms, smelling his breath, his ears turned red, "I miss you too."

"In the future, I will always be with you and never leave."

You don't have to worry anymore, you never have to hesitate like you did just now.

Burgess smiled: "Is this the promise of a saint?"

"It's Alger's promise."

A soft kiss fell on the forehead of the lover.

finally--

"Hey, Alger, that, can we discuss something?"

"You said."

"That's right, can you... wear the clothes of a saint, and... come with me, cough, once? What are you laughing at? Don't laugh! Don't laugh anymore!"

"can."

The author has something to say: It’s finally over~(≧▽≦)/~

Thank you very much for your company and look forward to seeing you next time.

Cough, well, there will actually be a side story, but it would be more ritualistic to put some words in the finale...(*/ω＼*)

Regarding the ending, it seems that many readers said that it was a little rushed. I don't know if it is because of the closure of the story line or because the background of the story has not been explained.

If the main story ended too hastily, it may be because my narrative rhythm was not arranged well, and I did not reveal enough ending information at the end of the story.

If the background of the world is not fully explained, ahem... Actually, the fault lies in the timeline.Because I personally like the background of Western Fantasy, in the writing plan, there are many Western Fantasy essays, they all share the same world view, and this article is at a late stage in the timeline of the entire series.As a result, many details have not been fully finalized and cannot be written directly to avoid conflicts with other subsequent articles.

In addition, the positioning of this story is a short story for daily life, love and complaints. There is no corresponding plot, and the world view will be very redundant. Therefore, many settings have not been expanded for the time being, and most of the background boards are only used as background boards. exist.

That’s about it. I’m sorry if I disappoint everyone. Next time, I will definitely learn a lesson, so that every article with the same world view can be taken out independently to achieve completeness and self-consistency in logic and setting. (^_^)

Thank you all for reading this immature novel.