BGM: Lunar War (God Dai Menghua Tan)

Montpass walks the world.

as if he were walking in his country.

His life continued to leak out, like a slight drizzle moistening the wounds of the earth little by little, soothing the hatred and pain in people's hearts.

Flat, heavy steps towards the end of everything.

He is still on the path of eternity, just as he was 30 million years ago, just as he was facing his destruction, just as he was at the moment of destruction.

Draw the knife.

There was no confusion, or ever had.

Didn't hesitate, or struggled.

Little by little, the venerable old man peeled the knife out of his life, revealing the greatest pain in the world, step by step to the source of his pain.

A clear will permeated the earth, looping at the end of the sky.

Soft as water, light as the wind, it blows through the fields and hills, and skimmes the clouds and the tail feathers of birds.

There is no more so-called seeker than this.

Montpass's sword has taken his path to the world, and he has never seen his heart so clearly as he did now, nor has he ever come so close to eternity.

This knife will be imprinted on the multiverse and cannot be erased at any time.

"Ah, fate. ”

"I'm so old. ”

He stroked his chest, an unnatural depression in the gray rag.

"I'm so young. So happy. ”

"It turns out that being alive can be a joyful thing, and it turns out that being able to feel pain is also a precious time. ”

"Fate, I offer you my sword, my youth and my old age, my life. ”

"I will ask you for eternity. ”

The sword of the fire age and the current one are two completely different things. The unskilful craftsmanship made it look more like a cast iron stick.

When Montpass began to draw the knife, he reverently and solemnly drew the "knife" from his memory, even though he had nothing in his hand at the moment.

It is very difficult to make a "knife".

Aside from secular rituals and the constraints of the clan state, the material alone will stump many people.

The stone was too brittle to be of great use, and the bones could only be sharpened into sharp spears.

Montpass vividly remembers the heavy piece of pig iron he had bought for three years of labor.

Not much, but enough to help him forge a "knife".

It's rare and important.

Pressed for time!

War spreads on the front lines!

Those who were not willing to be resigned to the status of livestock stood up one after another and pointed the rough weapons in their hands at the gods!

As if hunted by some gigantic beast, Montpass stepped up to forge his sword.

Wrought iron is needed, flames are needed, blood is needed!

At the moment when the sword was formed, countless living creatures died at the hands of this young man, and a long road stretched behind him, covered with blood and bones, and the blood was graffiti mixed with the blood of him and other creatures, and the bones stretched into mountains and fell into bones.

He crushed the evil tribal sacrifices into flesh foam.

He once traveled 8,000 miles alone, cut off the heads of cult prayers, and hung them on old trees in his hometown to pay tribute to his dead relatives.

He had dismembered the mountain giant's hard body, severed the dragon's wings, and threw it to death.

The swordsmen of the second and seventh rank died tragically under the violent beating of steel, and the lord of the Central Plains was decapitated among the ten thousand armies.

The atrocities of the Son of God ended with his life, the cruel psychic powers turned into history along with his twisted kingdom, one of the ancient savages of the Northwest became extinct in three days, and the superpower association of Xuan He disappeared for no reason...

The man with the huge blood-stained vessel in his hand didn't know what mercy was.

His sword was forged from blood, but it remained unstained with blood for a long time until it broke.

Montpass founded his kingdom and sang the name of valor throughout the land.

The weak gods feared his name, and the people feared him more than they feared him.

- And then, the story will come to an end.

The kingdom is gone.

One by one, allies died, neither humble nor great, cruel or good.

He watched as the once-unrivaled gods turned into meteors, their seats falling from the sky.

The final fortress fell into the ocean.

"Alas... ”

The old man, who was no longer a king, stood on the devastated earth.

He's happy, he's miserable, of course he's miserable, why not painful? But he's happy, too.

If there is any bright, kind and respectable existence in this dirty and bad world, then there must be a part of the great virtue left in this old man.

It took him a hundred years to forge his own sword, and even longer to learn to kill with a knife — and finally, here it is.

He didn't need to kill anymore, because he had learned something more valuable.

After a long war, the old king, who had long been abandoned by the world, returned to his courtyard.

He sighed that the ideal was not realized, and even farther and farther away.

This should not be ...

It shouldn't be like this.

My knives are not forged for such purposes.

Those who have been hacked to death by me, gods, mortals and fantasy species, no matter what position they stand, cannot sincerely expect the world to be like this.

Montpass was on crutches and covered in a dusty robe, and the rough wind blew his old face.

"Fate. Is there still an adversary in the world?"

"But my struggle is far from over. ”

"I have not used my sword since the establishment of my kingdom, and everyone has been afraid, whether it is an enemy or a man of their own—or there has never been a moment when anyone has taken me as their own. ”

"I really did a lot of excessive, unforgivable things... ”

"From the moment I lost everything, I started this last draw. ”

The lonely old man walks at the junction of the dregs of history and reality, saying things that only he can hear.

"Now, my fate, where are you now?"

"Are you ready for my eternity?"

"The world is such a mess that people want to cut it with a knife. ”

"I started to have the idea of slashing you 30 million years ago. ”

"Are you ready? Take the knife from a shitty old man like me. ”

"Don't. I'm disappointed. ”

The old wrinkled eyelids slowly opened, and a line of white dazzling light bloomed from the corners of the eyes, leaking out of the cracks.

Montpass at the moment doesn't look like a human at all.

He's like a knife.

Endless light poured out of his eyes, and without the slightest compromise, the white waterfall flowed out, leaping out of the time of thirty million years ago, turning into a rolling tide.

An indescribable, mysterious aura spreads out.

As Montpass's eyelids rolled, the white light opened to both sides, as if the door to another world was slowly being pushed open.