With the sound of the trumpet, under the gods who sat above the heavenly dome—

There is a throne emerging.

Noble, elegant, and holy.

White petals are sprinkled,

It's real, it's real.

- Amy Ulysses watched all this, and the discomfort came spontaneously.

The rules are distorted.

The very nature of the world has been tampered with under a higher authority.

And then

Unobtrusively, at the bottom of the throne, four living creatures poked out.

Yes, living creatures.

It is not distorted, nor blasphemous, but there is a transcendent holiness in the divine light.

But in the eyes of the glorious, they can only be called "living creatures".

The body of a half-human, half-beast is like a monster, with fine pupils all over the body, six pairs of pure white and flawless wings spread out behind him, or lions, or calves, or flying eagles, or humanoid faces, or solemn faces, with eight golden lips carved from gold, constantly opening and closing, and the praise of the gods resounded throughout the universe.

Frankly, they are quite majestic under the sound and light effects.

Can......

The image is a little indescribable.

Amy Ulysses looked away from the golden eyes of the four living creatures, and instead looked at the great sword-bearer who did not kneel down and offer his faith to the sacred throne and to the gods above the heavenly vault.

Wyman.

The head of the expeditionary force put down the horn in his hand and looked solemnly at the parchment spread out in front of him.

- And then!

"Torah—"

Obviously there was no sound coming, but while the young glorified man saw the old man's movements, his brain made up the sound of something being torn apart, no, it should be the sound of being uncovered.

Wyman's lips opened and closed up and down, and Amy, who had an accomplishment in ancient languages, could read his pronunciation.

"Here you go!"

Words of unknown significance.

But in the next moment, the expression of the glorious one could not help but change.

Just because.

Under the holy throne, the living creature that bears the throne speaks.

For the first time, it did not come out of its mouth a prayer of praise, but a real word.

"Here you go!"

It says that the wind and clouds have changed.

Amy Ulysses stretched out her hand to shield herself from the wind that was blowing in her face, and in the whirlpool of the storm that almost blew him up, she struggled to open her eyes and get a glimpse of her senses.

- Light.

Light comes from afar.

That's a ...... Horse?

His eyes widened as he sleek, a winged, flawless white Pegasus.

On horseback sat a knight of the same pure whiteness.

His countenance was obscured by steel armor and divine brilliance, his helmet was given a crown full of thorns, and he held a longbow like a victorious conqueror full of glory, and like a pioneer about to go to battle to win honor and victory, galloping through the sky, breaking through the storm, breaking through the auspicious clouds that shrouded the sky, and falling into the mortal dust.

Quiescence.

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment, but after a moment.

- Thunder explodes!

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

No one spoke,

It's just that the world naturally responded to his arrival.

Just as all the people welcome the triumphant return of the conqueror, and like the world surrendering at the feet of the supreme king, and on the battlefield divided by light and darkness, the sound of "ten thousand victories" is endless.

until the white and immaculate white horse and the knight on it fell to the ground,

He looked around,

The radiant face was not real, and no sound came from the open and closed lips.

However, as if sent to some kind of infection, and as if inspired by some kind of inspiration, a sword-wielding, a holy sect army, and even a great sword-wielder gathered from all directions and gathered under his command.

- Wait!

Holy Cult Army?

Didn't they be engulfed in darkness at the moment when the projection of the Lord of the Deep Sea Starry Sky arrived?

so

What's here now?

The spontaneous horror, combined with the uneasiness of the unknown living creatures and the knights who were called by the living creatures, kept Amy Ulysses from blending in with this team that didn't look quite right.

It's just that he carefully hides his body in the distance, spying on the movements of this army that is beginning to take shape.

But before the army could be marched, he made an unexpected discovery.

Is that......

Among the sword-wielders who gathered, the Descendants of Glory spotted several familiar figures.

It was directly subordinate to him, the new sword-wielding.

But

They were already dead, and he saw with his own eyes, they fell in pools of blood, on the battlefield.

"The deceased is resuscitated. ”

Through the presence of these figures, Amy Ulysses vaguely touches the truth.

Of course, it is not a real resurrection, but a means of awakening the unquenched fire of battle in the bodies of the deceased through some kind of transcendent power, so that they can temporarily cross the barrier of life and death and return to the battlefield.

But even so, it is full of miracles.

Those who do not know the truth will probably bow down to the scene before them, offering their devout and sincere faith.

After all

Even if it is just a ritual to summon heroic spirits, even if it is just a secret method of manipulating the dead, after foreshadowing and rendering, anyone with a heart of faith will be moved by this scene in front of them, and will regard it as a miracle.

But the glorious ones are different.

He was not a believer in the Order, and he had insight into the essence of the glorious illusion, and the so-called inspiration did not exist.

So

Just a cold look.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

It was not the echo of the sound of heaven and earth that shook the earth, but the unanimous roar of thousands of warriors.

And then

The white knight at the head reined in his horse and drew his sword.

The sword is pointed,

That is, it is the direction of the soldiers——

"Here you go!"

Under the throne of the gods, the living creature with a thousand eyes on its body shook its wings, and the thousands of pupils under the wings opened at the same time, and the lion's gold-like head turned slightly, and its gaze stopped on the white knight:

"Then we will win and win!"

It seems to be a response, and it seems to be an answer.

The white horse raised its head and neighed—

Four hooves galloping!

A pure white and flawless knight, take the lead!

Arrows, strings, bows

Shoot!

Brilliant light comes out of the string!

Like a long rainbow through the sun,

It tore through the thick, substantial darkness in front of them.

thereupon

Roaring, roaring, slashing—

Charge the whole army!

The mixed forces of the living and the dead followed, and they struck into darkness and chaos.

Demons with terrifying faces, families who have returned from the past, and darkness that looks like living creatures, fangs and claws, come in waves, engulfing this mixed army of the living and the dead.

Then

Time paused for a thousandth of a moment.

The sword slashed through the darkness.

The broad-bladed and thick-ridged ceremonial sword was held aloft by the knight, and pure light spilled from the heavenly vault, like the twilight snow of late spring, and the darkness melted.

- Ten thousand armies step out.

It's overwhelming.