Death –

For Amy Ulysses, it was never a distant and mysterious concept.

It's close at hand.

Through the precursors of death, he passed by more than once.

But...... This time, he might actually die—as he had seen in the "harbingers" that could not tell whether it was real or false, or even more so than the various ways he had experienced before, and his life, his soul, and everything about him would burn as firewood, into fire, into light, as the key that opened the door of power—no, it might not even be able to see the door at all.

With a pessimistic attitude, Amy prepared for the worst.

Then he raised his head and calmly faced it.

Because—

It couldn't be worse.

If the gods from beneath the sea are allowed to do whatever they want, all of them will be swallowed up by the deepest night, and all hope of survival will be cut off.

He may be an exception.

But Yulia, Joshua, Mia, and all of Hemtika were not spared.

So, he didn't have a choice.

“——Mirakloj kaj magio estas tie。 ”

Miracles and magic exist, the young glorious man chewed on Jiasu's parting words, and then shook his head - he could only barely decipher the semantics of the ancient languages used by the ancestors, who were not linguists, and as for whether there would be any special references or implicit puns, I am afraid that only those scholars who could settle down in the vast ancient documents could really understand.

Anyway, Amy gave up thinking.

The more you think about it, the more you scruple and the more time you waste.

His thoughts came to a standstill, and the black-haired, black-eyed boy took a deep breath of the already turbid air, and then exhaled heavily.

- Draw your sword!

The sharp blade of the sword sliced through the flesh the moment the sword was released, and the ancient blood inherited from Ulysses flowed down the blade of the sword, and then ...... From the hand holding the sword, Amy felt the fetal movement of life.

"Poof—"

Not an illusion, the sound of a strong and powerful heartbeat came from the hand.

The light that could not be concealed even in the deep night distilled out of the old mottled dagger seemed to be pregnant, like the rising morning star before dawn, and the small, but infinite possibilities of divine light danced and struggled in his hand, trying to break free from the cage called "Dark Blood".

"Admin privileges detected—"

A crisp and pleasant mature female voice sounded in the depths of her heart, and before the young man had a clear understanding of this sudden change, "she" "spoke" again:

"Please enter the key. ”

The key?

What is a key?

Amy Ulysses' eyes widened.

- So, prick up your ears next, and I will tell you the spell to grant your wish and become a hero.

The whisper of a girl with a certain temperament seemed to ring in his ears, and after a brief moment of hesitation and hesitation, the boy finally made up his mind to utter the ancient, grinning incantation.

“——Mirakloj kaj magio estas tie。 ”

He said that the language of the ancestors had a special power at this moment, and the young Glory One could clearly perceive that a switch in the depths of his body was turned on.

"Authorization Complete, Number 031 Jiasu-"

"Visitor permissions detected and registered as 'Ulysses'. ”

At the moment when the voice sounded, the young Glory One sensed that a change was taking place, and the whole person—life, memory, consciousness, soul—was pulled by a tremendous force toward a void that seemed to never be filled, and with it came a sense of bitterness that one's own existence had been eaten, and a sense of weakness and urgency that seemed to be dying at any moment.

But in contrast to weakness, there is a sense of power that is like a mistake.

The power poured out of the body, the limits of mortals, the shackles of the flesh, were now gone, and Amy Ulysses's life seemed to be connected to the sword in her hand, from body to soul, from memory to consciousness—and everything else was merged into the morning light.

Then, a pale flame ignited in the depths of the soul.

"Warning, warning—"

"Invaded by unknown forces, preliminarily concluded to-"

The slightly shrill voice came to an abrupt end.

And then, the consciousness rises!

Up - up - up again!

It breaks through the dimension, breaks through the dimension, breaks through the limitations of time and space.

The young Glory One lifted out the abyss that devoured everything, and in an instant crossed the brilliant world that shone in the darkness, and reigned on the apex of this world, ascending to the supreme throne.

- That's the land of the gods.

- That is the kingdom of heaven.

— That's His kingdom.

Then, he saw—

I saw winged people flying freely in the sky, I saw the majestic and magnificent sacred mountains floating in the sky, I saw the starry floating islands, and the young men and women living on them—all of them were handsome, some wore shiny silk dresses, some adorned with pearl shells, and some even naked, showing their best side without scruples—they played, Frolicking, picking wild fruits from the trees when they are hungry, bowing a handful of water when they are thirsty, there is no desire in each other's eyes, they are the purest innocence and innocence, they chase and rest in the mountains and forests, and enjoy endless happiness without end.

Of course, the light was also seen.

The light that shines on all beings and has compassion on the world.

Is that......

The ensuing flames engulfed his consciousness completely, light and flame intertwined, and the twelve-winged god-man wielded a hammer to weave his body—no, its body—out of order and law.

It was a rough embryo.

A rough embryo that is sublimated and formed in a light flame.

- This is the memory of the short sword "Dark Blood", the first memory.

Amy came to his senses.

Just as he saw the history of the Black Death through the Dark Wizard Alfred's "Plague" powers, by reading the dagger "Dark Blood", he traveled back in time, ascended to this incredible world, and will witness its birth.

The twelve-winged god-man wields a hammer—

Though he should be called the Winged People, just by looking directly at the incomprehensible circles of majesty around him, the young Glory One knew for granted that this was a terrifying being far above the Hurdra, Pandora, Dagon, and even the sealed Old Dominators.

Like the first light of the morning rising and tearing apart the night.

The supreme light.

It is not so much that He is forging the short sword "Dark Blood", but that He is weaving this weapon—every hammer that falls, is not only forging its form, but also weaving and combing the laws engraved on it, imprinting His power and the essence of life on this long sword.

Yes, the short sword "Dark Blood" was originally not a short sword, but a long sword about seventy centimeters long.

It's just that the specific style of a longsword is not real in the blazing flames, and the only thing that is certain is that it is completely two styles of things from the tattered short sword he is familiar with—if it weren't for the faint sense of blood connection, he wouldn't even be able to connect the two at all.

It's gorgeous.

Even if only occasionally he showed a half-horn, the beauty that transcended art had conquered him.

But the twelve-winged god-man was still not satisfied, and just waved the hammer in his hand over and over again—in the kingdom of God where there was no night, and he could not even feel the flow of time, he gradually gave life and consciousness to this weapon.

He could feel it.

Feel the birth, growth, and final formation of a new life.

- It is not an ignorant and ignorant consciousness, but the sword of light and flame, forged by a god of incredible power, is already a real, mature being before it is truly born.

It has its own thoughts, its own will, and its own emotions.

And when this life really grew from nothing and really grew to be able to take charge of itself, the twelve-winged god-man stopped thrashing and stretched out his hand towards the blazing flames—

Slender, fair-skinned, perfect white jade hands.

As if welcoming their kings, as if welcoming their gods, light and flame lined up on both sides.

Then hold.

A sudden whirlwind brought the light to a halt, extinguishing the flames and lighting up the sky with the golden sword.

Intricate ornaments, delicate patterns, slender blades—the god who could not see the exact shape of the sword played with it in his hand, his fingertips brushing over the thin blade of the cicada's wings, pausing slightly on the golden wings that slowly fanned at the hilt, and then he gave it the first and only name it had come to this world.

At this point, the illusion collapsed.

Amy Ulysses opened her eyes that shone with a faint golden light.

Then swing the sword.

The ancient, mottled body of the sword is no longer a constraint on it, and the sword of the gods rests in its scabbard.

“Lucifero！”

Whispering its name, the boy lifted the last seal that stood on it.

And so—

The sword is born out of light.

A light as bright as a star pierced through the dark sky, tearing through the long night that had shrouded the realm of order for nearly a thousand years.

- The sword cuts through the darkness.

As depicted in the epic of the advent of the ancestors, the sword of the gods from the heavenly kingdom slashed through the darkness and chaos.

Light pours down from beyond the world.

The clouds churned and swelled, surging with the shedding of divine light.

Regardless of the distance, regardless of the obscuration of the terrain, the entire territory of order, from the sacred city of Hammurabi, to Canaan, where the headquarters of the Order is located, to the black area where all order is subverted and confused, and even Prometheus, the lost king capital who was swallowed up by the beast of 666, which symbolizes the end, saw the light at this moment, and saw the most sacred and pure supreme light from the direction of Hemtika.

Amy Ulysses's sword slashed not at Dagon from the deep sea, but at the darkness in front of him, but at the deepest night that had shrouded Hemtika and the entire territory of Order for nearly a thousand years.

So, the long night retreated.

He did it, and he did this incredible thing.

However, it is also a matter of course.

——Lucifero。

It's Lucifer, it's dawn, it's dawn—

That's its real name.