Bloodstained Hill of the Sunset. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dim sky dome, the hazy sunset, the endless smoke of gunpowder, the blood that has long been coagulated, on a barren and barren plain, only countless remnant swords stand.

These swords come in a variety of shapes, from new and gorgeous long swords to simple and plain swords, slender and sharp swords, to decaying swords, to slashing swords that reflect the setting sun, and to rust and break short swords.

Countless swords stuck into the ground in various ways, in a continuous stream until the end of the horizon.

And Rosen, on the other hand, is standing on the only hill.

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

In this world, he is now the only one left.

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

That being said, Rosen doesn't know exactly what kind of behavior can be considered "world-building".

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

But soon, he realized that this method was not working.

Rosen was neither a philosopher nor a mathematician, and he could not express a world in a concise and beautiful formula, nor could he describe it in a concise and concise sentence.

All he could do was imagine.

So Rosen unfolded his mind from the hills.

But no matter how he extended, all he could see was the endless sword mounds and the dim sky, as if all he had left in this world.

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

After a long flight that lasted almost forever, Rosen finally broke through the thick stratus clouds.

Then he saw the starry sky.

This was a sea of stars far more brilliant than any starry sky he had ever seen on Earth in his previous life, countless silver points of light flickered and flickered, and in the distance, various colored nebulae swirled and intertwined, forming a magnificent picture.

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

He saw the blazing sun, shining with a dazzling light, he saw the moon revolving around the planet, the pale planet was silent, and in the midst of the stars, Rosen felt a greater sense of loneliness again.

But this time, he didn't just feel sentimental, but really grasped what it contained.

This loneliness.

At that moment, like a spark, the entire universe began to spin rapidly, and the dazzling starlight formed a sword that appeared in front of Rosen's eyes.

This is a sword with no characteristics, which cannot be modified in any other language, and can only be called the purest sword under the name of "sword".

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

He reached out and grasped the sword.

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

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

In the sea of corpses and blood, only one soldier held on, and in front of him was the endless enemy army, he did not retreat, but cut off the arrows inserted in his body, pulled out the long sword inserted in the enemy's body, and rushed forward without hesitation, just to guard his hometown that had long been burned by the war.

Above his head are the vast stars, and the old scholar stands alone on the hill, under the hill, the lights are on, and the bustling street market is full of laughter, but the scholar is not shaken by this, he observes the stars day after day, just to find a planet that has long been proven by the authorities to "do not exist".

In front of the courtroom, the lecturer stood upright, in front of the corrupt forces representing an era, they insulted, they insulted, they tortured, even family and friends stood against the lecturer, but the thin lecturer still insisted on the truth he had verified, even if this formula could pull the "gods" down to heaven.

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

It seems that this is the law of its own.

Rosen thought.

As a skeletal undead, unable to integrate into human society or a member of the Ashes, Rosen has always been alone.

From the walls of the Ultramarine Fortress to the Blood Moon of Byron Weis, across the wasteland of the Great Shallow Sea Desert, reflected in the blue moon of Andohar.

Countless people have appeared, struggled, and disappeared in Rosen's life, and there has never been a single person who can be by his side.

"This is my law?"

Rosen looked at the sword in his hand.

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

It was as if he saw his future.

Rosen remembered what Ace Ryan had said.

What is the king?

It is neither a genius nor a person destined to bear the darkness of the world, the only dark person in the dazzling flames.

At the same time, he is also a lonely person.

Rosen immediately understood the meaning of these words.

But even then, he should be insisting, Rosen thought.

Then, as an opportunity, the whole world changed.

He stood on the hill again, the sun setting as if it would never set, and time stood still.

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

In a lonely and barren world, the only light.

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

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

In Lawson's perspective, the entire hill has bloomed with all kinds of unknown small flowers, and countless sword mounds have also been covered with green vegetation, and the original solemn atmosphere has suddenly transformed into peace and tranquility.

He saw in the distance, between the blue sky and the horizon, the sun was slowly sinking in the west, the deep starry sky replacing the afterglow of dusk, and the stars and the moon dancing together in the silent world.

Rosen felt that the shackles that had always existed were gone, he could clearly feel the bits and pieces of the world, and he could create anything if he wanted to.

As for the sword, it has long been fused with Lawson.

At this time, in front of his eyes, a system menu composed of silver-white words popped up.

[Name: Lawson]

[Race: Ash]

[Class: Swordsman]

[Soul: 2765]

【Condition:Good】

Stigmata: The Lonely Pilgrim (Initial Awakening)

【Talent: Sword Soul】

["This body is the remains of the sword"]