Burning flames, falling night stars, flowing blood, wailing souls.

Everything is interpreting the meaning of the end.

In the night sky, the starry sky is long gone.

The lightless Dark Moon hung above the sky, blending in with the night as always, and even the outline could not be observed with the naked eye, and dozens of dimly lit stars surrounded the Dark Moon, as if guarding its existence.

Farther away, the stars shone brightly, hundreds or thousands of night stars, densely gathered together, tightly surrounding the dark moon and the constellation around her, and the brilliant starlight gathered together, full of oppressive force, eating away at the night around the dark moon little by little.

Tonight's night sky was destined to be noisy, and in the blink of an eye, another meteor fell from the stars, streaked through the night, and disappeared into the sky. The meteor was neither the beginning nor the end, as it fell, the stars grew brighter and the brightness around the Dark Moon dimmed.

Correspondingly, everything that happens on the ground is no less than the sky.

The magnificent Dark Moon Temple stood on the ground in the form of a solid entity, and around it, more than forty half-virtual and half-real projections of the temple were compactly arranged together, making the Dark Moon Temple impenetrable.

Before tonight, there were at least two thousand apologetic warriors and faithful combat professional believers from each temple gathered in more than forty temples, and these loyal warriors had already prepared for tonight since they had gathered here.

Psychological preparation for martyrdom.

Yes, the mighty warriors are ready to die tonight, because although their combat strength is considerable, the enemy is even stronger.

The enemy is the whole world.

Warriors from sixty-three countries and nine hundred and seventy-two temples gathered together, the number of high-ranking warriors alone exceeded thirty thousand, and there were countless ordinary warriors, it can be said that at least seventy percent of the warriors of the entire world gathered here, and they came just for the stage of this scene tonight.

A few days ago, these tens of thousands of warriors had already formed a faint posture of encirclement of the Dark Moon Temple and the temple projection group around it, and there had been many frictions between the two sides in the past few days, but there had been no full-scale war until the arrival of tonight.

Tonight is the night of war.

Blood-stained swords and shields swung in the night, taking away wailing souls, magic roaring through the crowd to show its power, and the brilliance of magic flickering to bring the power of the gods to the world. Summons from the Illusory World and walking necromancers mingled, each charging forward under the command of their own summoners, thieves in the shadows licking their black daggers, ready to stab a silent blow, deadly arrows from hunters flying through the sky, and roots of plants summoned by the druids wrapped around the ground.

The war is getting more and more intense, everyone is fighting with their best strength, even if they sacrifice their lives, nothing about hatred, nothing about good or evil, everything, just for the survival of this world.

The warriors on the defending side, shrinking within the coverage of the temple group's projection, refused to step out of the projection. Guarding in the realm of their own gods has made an amazing leap in the strength of the warriors, and it has also given them almost endless physical strength, as if they are tireless in fighting to the death, but unfortunately, the gap in strength is like an insurmountable gap, standing in front of the warriors.

The overall strength is much higher than that of their own side, and there is a difference of more than ten times in numbers, and no matter how brave the soldiers of the defense are, it is difficult to escape the end of death.

As the commander-in-chief of this war, the battle priest of the Darkmoon Goddess, Shul Wright, was the only defender warrior who did not join the battle, even though the pious ordinary people who worked as handymen in the temple had already filled the front line and defended the goddess with their lives.

Dressed in brand-new priestly robes and with a silver sacred mace around his waist, Shur walked through the only physical temple on the battlefield, the Darkmoon Sanctuary, through the gate, through the prayer hall, through the pulp hall, and slowly pushed open the door to the core of the temple, the Darkmoon Sanctuary.

The hall was dimly lit, and only the tall statue of the goddess stood in the middle of the sanctuary, silently watching everything in the mortal world.

In front of the idol, the blonde maiden, dressed in bishop's robes and wearing a crown of the moon, knelt on the ground with her back to the gate, her hands and ten fingers crossed in front of her, her head hung down, and her mouth kept chanting sacred notes.

The girl seems to have merged with the idol, and the invisible divine power emanates from the idol, using the girl as a hub to radiate around, and the divine power emanating from the phantoms of the surrounding temples is entangled, forming this sacred realm that protects the defenders' warriors.

In fact, not only the maiden, but also the phantom of every temple around, in the sanctuary of its body, the archbishop, who represents the gods of the Church in the mortal generations, has been chanting in front of the statue like the maiden, connecting the sanctuary of the gods and guarding the warriors who fight for their faith.

The expressionless Shur slowly walked behind the girl, without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of the girl's head, gently stroking the girl's soft blonde hair, the pious bishop girl did not move, nor did she speak, but a teardrop oozed from the corner of her eye.

"Judging by your expression, it should be too late. Shuer's expression was unusually calm, and his voice was as calm as ever, "One step away, right?"

The girl didn't say a word, nodded softly, and the tears from the corners of her eyes finally slipped down her cheeks.

"I see. Shure raised his head and looked at the towering idol.

The idol looked back with a soft expression and a sad gaze, just like the priesthood of Luna, the goddess of the dark moon, silent giving, silent dedication, and unknown love.

With a soft sigh, Shur walked to the idol, slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the idol, lowered his head for the first time, and kissed the toes of the idol affectionately, his movements were gentle and soothing, as gentle as a lover.

"I see. Repeating the previous words, Shul stood up and walked the way he came without looking back, and the moment he walked out of the holy hall, Shul suddenly stopped, bowed his head and was silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you all these years, thank you, thank you, and I'm sorry for my failure." ”

The door of the holy hall was silently reopened, and the girl in front of the statue had tears on her face again.

Perhaps because of the wind that came up when the door was closed, the candlelight of the sanctuary danced, and the flickering light reflected on the face of the idol, and the corners of the idol's eyes flickered as if tears were also glittering.

Following the path he had come, through the pulpit hall, through the prayer hall, through the doors of the temple, Shure closed the main entrance of the temple with his own hands for the first time, and stood on top of the high staircase, staring blankly at the slaughter below.

The war is always going on.

The fighters fell one after another, the attackers, the defenders, the lives of the night were so fragile for both sides.

Another night star fell, and the shadow of another temple collapsed, but the warriors had no time to care about it, the only thing that filled their consciousness was to fight, and to fight again.

His eyes were full of dark red, his nose was filled with the scorching stench of corpses, his ears reverberated with the roar of magic and the sonorous sound of weapons clashing, and his mouth was filled with the sweetness of blood.

No one retreats, no one flees, for both sides, there is no way to retreat, and the only thing that makes sense is to defeat the enemy.

The battle line was advancing little by little, the defending side had fewer and fewer fighters, and the defensive circle was getting weaker and weaker, and more and more attacking fighters tore through the enemy's defensive ring and broke inside, making the defensive ring that had blocked them for half the night become scattered.

However, even so, the defending warriors still resisted desperately, constantly putting great pressure on the attackers, especially the defense line in front of the Dark Moon Temple, which dragged the attackers for half an hour, and when the attackers finally cleared the way and the main attacking force climbed the stairs, the first thing they saw was Shuer, who was still expressionless guarding the door of the temple, and the hundreds of corpses of strong people scattered on this huge platform.

The strong men who had fought side by side, the strong men who usually talked and laughed together, and the strong men who were omnipotent in the past, fell one by one in front of Shuer, but Shuer was still standing, standing at the door of the Dark Moon Temple, as if he would never fall.

The sacrifices of the strong were meaningful, and they did what they wanted to do.

Shuer was wheezing, wheezing violently, and the seventy-seven wounds on his body emitted a burning pain at the same time, telling him that his body was on the verge of collapse, and his mental power had long been exhausted, and he couldn't release even the simplest low-level healing technique, so he could only let the scorching blood flow down the wound, taking away the remaining vitality.

The strength of his body has been drained, and even the potential to temporarily stimulate it with the secret method of his hometown to consume a large amount of life force is gone, but Shul still holds the hammer tightly and stands straight at the entrance of the temple, changing his previous image in the eyes of his friends, like a statue that will never fall.

Opposite him, the half-human, half-deer black-haired forest spirit held a hunting bow, a weak girl with glasses carried a half-human-high two-handed heavy sword on her shoulder, a bearded dwarf wielded a heavy battle axe, a gloomy elven mage's fingertips danced with the light of lightning, a hot necromancer with a black aura behind him, a short halfling appeared and disappeared in the shadows, and behind them, there were countless powerful warriors ready to move.

"Shure, why. The beautiful forest spirit tree spirit girl's hunting bow was not triggered, and her expression was full of sadness, "Why did you come to this point?"

"God loves the world and follows the guidance of God, and I love the world. Shuer took a few steps back, leaned against the door, and finally had an expression on his face, which belonged to many years ago, and his friends had long been accustomed to it, but it made his friends smile with extra peace of mind, "Everything, just for this wonderful world." ”

"So, that's what you want?" the elven mage looked back, as if he had seen a distant scene beyond his reach, where billions of twisted nightmares roamed the land, and wherever they passed, the earth cracked, and people and animals were wiped out. Crumbling earth, erupting volcanoes, raging tsunamis, and the apocalyptic spectacle is nothing more than that. The mage withdrew his gaze and asked with a calm face, "You should know what's going on out there now, and you want to see this?"

"Of course I do. Shul smiled tiredly and said calmly, "A third of the sixty-three countries have fallen, and death and despair are everywhere. The question is, who wants to see this, and whose fault is it?"

"Shuer, you obstructed the final ritual to get to where we are today. The weak female swordsman's eyes were misty with tears, and her voice was choked and sobbed, "Why do you interfere with the ceremony, why do you insist on doing this?" ”

"Hehe, because I'm right, you're wrong. Shure's tone was like a statement of verified facts, "Everything you do can only make things worse, and only our choice is the only hope for Parvatiga." ”

"Then you shouldn't have forcibly interrupted the ceremony, and you shouldn't have insisted on making the choice you have now. The black-haired forest spirit carried a faint anger, "Don't you feel guilty that three thousand priests died because of your interruption?

"Because everything I do is for your good, for the good of Parvatija, and you will not understand, your eyes have been blinded by concern, so you will never find the best option. It's just me, I don't care about the world, I only care about you, so I can see the truth. Shure put away his smile and straightened up again, "You see, the results of this night have proved that even now, you still cannot understand my painstaking efforts, and perhaps it will not be long before you will know that it was your choice that sent Parvadiga to a dead end. ”

Again, this sentence is used to cover up your suspicions with the so-called sake for us. Lin Jing shook his head in extreme disappointment, "After so many years, you seem to have been changing, but in fact, the essence has never really changed. You never know what trust is, you never really trust us, you never believe that we can understand your mind, accept your thoughts, and share your weal and woe. ”

"Oh, maybe. Stunned, Xiuer laughed self-deprecatingly, shook his head and sighed, "However, it's too late to say anything now, and the only way left is the last way." ”

"Yes, at the end of the day, it's up to the battle to decide what is right or wrong. Lin Jing bit his lip tightly and pulled the hunting bow hard, "Xiu'er, this is the last time I will tell you that we love you and love you sincerely." ”

"I love you too, Moria, and Saf, and my love has never changed. Shure raised the mace, his voice as warm as the first time they met, "Goodbye, darling." ”

Figures rushed out, arrows burst through the air, greatswords swung and blood splattered.

Looking up at the sky at the last moment, in Shuer's gaze, the light of the stars suddenly brightened to the extreme, and the invisible dark moon trembled violently in perception, completely losing the gentle breath of the past, leaving only a dead silence.

Behind it, the temple collapsed, and everything that had passed was buried with the collapsed temple.

"Whew, what the hell is this? Shuer's body shook, and he sat up from the bed suddenly, and looked around blankly for a long time before remembering where he was.

The dancing cat seems to be drunk again, and he has a nightmare, and sure enough, he can't drink too much.

"Foresight, warning, or just dreaming?" Pushing open the window and looking up at the night sky, Shur muttered to himself, "Did you let me see this dream? What do you want to tell me?"

The sky is full of stars, quiet and peaceful.

The silver moon is like a hook, far away in the sky, the dark moon has no light, can not be observed, but it hangs high in the middle of the sky, the gentle dark moon looks at the noisy mortal world, silently spreads the unique energy unknown to the world, and nourishes the growth of all things in the world.

"It's good that it's just a dream, but unfortunately, the dream will still wake up, Pavadiga, hehe. ”

Outside the window, the dark moon hangs high.