"Father, long time no see. ”

In the midst of the battle and roar, blood and broken iron flew into the air.

In an instant, everything seemed to be gone.

Only the knight standing in front of Ye Qingxuan remained, he took off the cumbersome laurel crown and helmet on his head, revealing mottled white hair, and that iron-like resolute face.

There is no melancholy and no weakness.

"yes, long time no see. ”

Bane stared at him, at the child he had raised, "I remember when you were a kid chasing the right, and now you have to do the wrong thing?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and laughed: "Probably, right?"

The answer was finally confirmed.

The old priest bowed his head and seemed to leave, leaving only the old knight who was as resolute as iron stood in front of him, his eyes cold.

"Be careful. ”

Bane bent down, lowered his position, and rested his heavy sword on his arm, the notched and scratched blade aimed at the face of the young man who had passed.

"—don't expect me to be as soft as Abraham. ”

Prepare to kill.

This is the first step in a thousand tempers.

The killing blow unfolded.

A piercing chill suddenly spread out from his body, and in an instant, all the witches' hammers on the battlefield suddenly turned back, shocked by the terrifying will that was so heavy that it was difficult to breathe, and desperately rushed back to help, rushing in front of Ye Qingxuan, wanting to block the front of that blade.

However, they were entangled in a situation by the Templars, who could not help them back.

Watson narrowed his eyes, and a trace of ruthlessness and gloom flashed in his pupils, but Ye Qingxuan pressed his shoulder, and it was inconvenient to make a move. He looked back in astonishment and saw Ye Qingxuan waving his hand, interrupting the music of the purification musicians.

Then, draw your sword and walk towards the knight in front.

One.

Use your shallow sword skills to challenge the Captain of the Templar Order, the Knight Laureate of the Holy City.

It's ridiculous and makes you want to laugh.

But when this person was Ye Qingxuan, no one could laugh.

He might win.

When such a thought appeared in the minds of the others, they saw that Ye Qingxuan stuck the sword in his hand on the ground, and walked towards the enemy in front of him empty-handed.

It's like seeking death.

"Actually, I thought about this situation before I came. The Holy City can implant control on the teacher and force him to kill the Charles, and there is no reason for me to be noble, right?"

He stared at the old man in front of him, looking at the strange wrinkles on his face, his eyes softened: "I'm actually a little scared, Father, you are the person I admire, if Father you become my enemy, I will definitely be afraid to death."

But then, I figured it out.

If the priest becomes my enemy, then he must think that I have done something wrong. ”

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward step by step, spread his hands, without any defense or resistance, and calmly walked towards Bane: "In this world, only you will make me doubt myself. You saved me, taught me, and made me who I am today.

So, if you think I've become the wrong person, come and kill me.

It is up to you to destroy the last evil in the world, Father, and I will not resist. ”

He stared at the face of the enemy, at the man's aging eyes, no longer in the past, and forward, step by step, to meet his own death.

Until a glimmer of sadness flashed in the eyes of the enemy.

"You've always been the kid who has left me confused, little leaf. ”

Bane closed his eyes:

"It always has been. ”

This is the last sigh.

At that moment, the iron will lit up from the aging pupils, and the soul was captured, tearing apart all weakness and reluctance, and the almost inhuman killing intent burst out from it.

Steel roars.

The blade hissed, slicing through the air.

The iron light is forward, straight.

Everything seemed to become ethereal under the slash of that blade, like a dream bubble.

After a long period of time, it once again brought with it the coldest wind and snow of that winter.

The black-clad priest stepped forward in the illusory blizzard, tearing through the cold wind, smashing the illusion of the young man's past, and then turning into a burning light, galloping towards the present.

The human will now reveals a terrifying power that distorts the world.

It's as if you want to kill the old times of the past with a sword, and burn all the memories and grievances, leaving no room and no one can stop you!

The grandeur of the war seemed to have lost its meaning before that sword.

At that moment, everything froze, and only Bane's single step shook the earth and all the nations, stepping through the iron earth, causing the clouds to turmoil and the sky to tremble.

The crooked time is over in an instant, and then it rushes again.

One step later, Ban En was already standing behind Ye Qingxuan, bowed his head, and put the blade into the sheath, and the friction between the sword and the sheath burst into a crisp low sound.

He lowered his head, sighed heavily, and closed his eyes.

Like iron fortitude shattered.

Exhaustion.

It was only now that blood flowed out of Ye Qingxuan's wounds.

Crimson dripped from the side of the face and landed on the pure white placket, blending into the ashes and dust, leaching a little scarlet.

Ye Qingxuan raised his hand blankly, touched the right side of his face, and felt the scar that had been scratched from the side of his face, the scar was quickly closing up, but it was difficult to scar.

This is the mark left by that sword.

It seems to be able to cut off time, but it didn't take his own life, but left a vigilant scar.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Thank you, Father. ”

Behind him, Bane sat down on the steps wearily.

It's like the aging that has been waiting for decades has come in an instant, drowning him and taking away all his power. He lowered his head, remembering what the boy had looked like in the snow.

After so many years, the memory is so clear.

The child was so embarrassed, walking alone in the snow, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, but when he talked about his ideals, his eyes sparkled.

“...... Xiao Yezi, did you fulfill your wish back then?"

"I'm sorry, Father. Ye Qingxuan replied softly, "I have long forgotten about that kind of thing." ”

Bane was stunned, and for a long time, his expression became bitter:

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's right. ”

Ye Qingxuan nodded and walked forward.

Leave Bane tired to sit in the ruins, closing his eyes.

Torrents of steel roared past him.

It's like the old days.

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In the midst of the fighting and turmoil, Ye Qingxuan stepped on the steps step by step and pushed open the door of the Papal Palace.

Guarded by countless Templars, he stepped onto the road and walked towards the sanctuary in front of him, as if he were in a no-man's land.

And at that moment, a mighty bell rang from the top of the Holy City.

The judgment on the Son of God is about to begin.

This time, he wasn't late after all.

Whatever awaited him behind the door, he was ready.

He's going to take the Charles away from here.

No matter what the price is, even if you want to be the enemy of the whole world, you will not hesitate to do it!

At that moment, the last door burst open in front of him.

As a result, the viscous blood in the air rushed to his face.

The sinuous scarlet flowed from behind the heavy door, creeping under his feet and down the steps, crawling bit by bit, just like a vanishing life.

Everything seems to freeze.

Ye Qingxuan walked stiffly, stepped on the sticky blood under his feet, and walked into the sanctuary.

But there was no sound of breathing, only countless corpses lying in their seats.

They were all outcasts of the nations, die-hard loyalists of the Order, and the remaining blood warriors of the Cardinal Church.

They are ready to be killed by the furious Ye Qingxuan, and here, instead of the world, witness the verdict of the Son of God, as well as Ye Qingxuan's ending.

But now, before it all began, they were dead.

In an instant, the blood was brought to life, breaking free from their shells, oozing from every pore, like a silkworm chrysalis breaking free from its cocoon.

The endless blood converged into a shallow river, flowing down from the high staircase seats, and at last, winding towards the door.

Only a shriveled corpse was left on the seat, and the skin was still covered with the traces of bulging blood vessels, and it still maintained the painful posture of the moment of death.

The eyeballs were no longer visible in the dry holes, and only a palpitating emptiness remained.

And at the highest point directly opposite the gate, the place where he could overlook everything, Ye Qingxuan saw the last Red King.

The old Pope, with his crown and the scepter that had once represented supreme authority, was majestic and cold, looking down at the judge below.

Maintain this posture, and there is no breath anymore.

There's no need to look into it at all.

He's dead.

The filamentous strains of the Nibelungroot could be seen extending from his mouth and nose, but they had all withered and were lifeless.

From that human body to the deepest part of the Holy City, there is a vast root system of countless brains......

Death befalls here.

In an instant, all life from the inside out was erased.

All that was left was an empty shell.

The great chill engulfed Ye Qingxuan.

Ye Qingxuan froze in place, staring blankly at the center of the sanctuary, the prisoner on the judgment seat who was covered with blood, the deformed and rickety back.

He bowed his head, as if tears had fallen from his cheeks and into the blood at his feet.

The tiny sound of water droplets echoed in the silence.

“...... Charles?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at his back, incredulous: "Is that you?"

He wanted to step forward, but his steps stopped abruptly in a pool of blood, and from that embarrassed back, he felt some indescribable aura.

It's not hideous, it's not gloomy, but it feels so far away.

It seems like it will be difficult to reach for a lifetime.

"I feel like I've had a long dream......"

He heard Charles's voice, sharp and hoarse, like a broken vocal cord spasming in pain, wailing and bursting into human tones.

"I can't remember what I dreamed of, but I couldn't help but feel sad. ”

"Later, I finally remembered. ”

In a whisper, he turned his head.

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan saw the deformed body that spasmed and twitched under Xia Er's prison clothes, as well as the side face covered with tears.

"Teacher, he's dead......"

He covered his face, choked up, and wept silently.

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips and stepped forward, wanting to hug him, but it was difficult to cross this short distance. Blood cut him out, stubbornly refusing to allow him to come forward, turning the brief distance into an abyss.

He froze.

stared blankly at the figure, as if ...... Finally understood something.

Ye Qingxuan finally heard his last sorrow.

Later, Charles also died. ”

In the long silence, the Son of the Scourge God raised his eyes.

Overlooking the ugly world in front of you.

Looking at the white-haired young man in front of him, his eyes suddenly became abrupt.

"Xiao Yezi, are you here to kill me too?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to say something, but he withdrew his gaze nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter. ”

He said, "Whatever you want." ”

In this way, in the sound of broken joints, he propped up his rickety voice and allowed the deformed bones to shatter. Muscles and internal organs surged above the shell, barely covered with skin, and the broken bones rehealed and returned to where they belonged.

The scars peel off, and the long withered hair breaks and grows back.

Loose skin breaks down and grows back. The nails and shackles wedged into the skull fall off.

Everything that once grew in twist is back on track.

After shedding the ugly shell of a mortal, the perfect man who seemed to gather all the splendor of the world reappeared, but it was completely different from the past.

On the empty and chaotic earth, the abyss is dark, and the Spirit of God moves in blood.

He has finally come into the world.

In this way, with a step, he passed by Ye Qingxuan and walked out of the sanctuary like a tomb.

In front of him, on the burning square, the remaining blood suddenly rose, and a huge skeleton grew out of it, followed by wisps of muscles, internal organs, nerves, and finally, pitch-black scales covered the behemoth.

The dragon of the end, long dead, opened its eyes, its fierce eyes raised, and roared to the sky.

Then he bowed his head tamely before his master, and let him step on his head and climb on his back. Then, in the midst of countless frightened eyes, he spread his wings.

Shadows cover the earth.

"Charles!"

Ye Qingxuan roared, shouting his former name.

The god-man on the dragon's back turned his head and cast a lofty, calm glance.

"—I'm going to change all that, forever. ”

This is the final goodbye.

Immediately after, the dragon of the end fluttered its wings, whipping up a foehn wind and a rain of fire, flying towards the sky.

And so it faded away.

Disappear.