It was so eerily quiet that even the howling of the evening breeze and the murmuring of the undead had stopped. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This feeling of waiting for death is really uncomfortable. Linya finally couldn't help but open her eyes.

The scene in front of me seemed a little weird. The huge god-killing sword, with its seven-colored brilliance shining on its edge, was hanging over his shoulder, and as long as he moved forward a decimeter, he could easily cut off his neck.

Susanna, as well as Nivea and Mimiyuria, were covering their eyes tightly with their hands, too frightened to move. Everyone was stunned, and countless eyes were focused on themselves. Is the last glimmer of hope about to be dashed like this?

Even the skeletons stopped their offensive and looked around with their swords raised, as if waiting for orders from their mind controllers. All the time seemed to be completely frozen, but the Demon King Hybrem's god-killing greatsword never fell, and his eyes were unexpectedly calm, like frozen ice, looking at the white-winged girl in his palm without the slightest wave.

After the initial hint of panic, Linya's eyes calmed down as well, and she raised her head and looked at the Demon King without showing any weakness. Why, do you want to intimidate me in such a ridiculous way? Death is terrible, but even death can't frighten me!

A strange war between the eyes broke out again, and it was a silent war. I don't know how long it took, but people were a little strange. Why didn't he kill the little angel with wings?

Suddenly, the Demon King Hebrem's gaze burned like a flame. "Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, and you still haven't changed at all. There seemed to be endless sentimentality in his sad and deep voice, which made Linya feel extremely uncomfortable. "Get out, get out of here, get out of here now!" Haybrem suddenly burst into rage, and the flames all over his body flew high and high. "This is the last time! I swear, there will never be a next time! Only one day, get out of the city now, or I'll kill you!"

The sudden enrage of the Demon King startled the people, and then, in disbelief, he waved his left arm and let go of the hand that was holding Linya. His strength was really great, Linya fell heavily to the ground, and once again fell dizzy, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Princess, Your Highness!" When Suzanne finally gently woke up the little princess, the Demon King Haybrem and his dark army had disappeared without a trace.

The long-eyed black moon was still hanging in the sky, and the night was thick, but outside the city of New Bella was silent and empty, leaving only the remains of the dead and undead. The battlefield, which was still a bloody battle just now, has calmed down in a blink of an eye. It's like a dream. But this is not a dream, the city wall that has been trampled down by the demon king is in front of me, and the dwarven soldiers and civilians are hurrying to repair it under the command of King Kalam.

The Dark Legion had once stormed the city through this gap, but now they had all left temporarily. However, they will be back tomorrow night, and the city will no longer be able to hold off the enemies in the dark, it is too weak.

"Your Royal Highness Princess Linya, are you feeling better?" King Kalam walked over and saluted Linya. "The ship is ready for a long voyage, please get on board and rest. Thank you very much for all that you have done for Abela and please accept my sincerest thanks on behalf of our people! ”

King Kalam, Princess Nivea, and countless dwarven soldiers, officials, civilians, men, women, old people, and even children bowed to Linya. Linya's heart suddenly felt like crying, but she held back. All she could do was let out a long sigh and close her eyes. She's already died once.

In the harbor outside New Bella, on the deck of the ocean-going trading ship Endeavour, many dwarven sailors are busy making final preparations before setting sail. Linya was lying in her aft room, the best room on the ship, looking out the window at the desperate but determined dwarves, and Linya's heart ached.

She had done her best, but the enemy ...... It's too powerful, it's more powerful than she can imagine. Do you really want to stay here and die in vain? or try to live and escape in the direction of your hometown? There will always be many painful choices in life, just like now. The price of preserving dignity is life. And the price of escaping death is faith.

"Your Royal Highness, come and drink some porridge. Suzanne walked in softly with a bowl. She kept her head down, not daring to meet Linya's eyes in the slightest. Each other understands why that's why. Shame. Helpless. Despair. The dignity of a knight, but now she can neither protect the princess nor destroy the demon king. What's the point of her being alive?!

There is still sunlight shining in the sky. But the world is so dark.

It's early afternoon. The Endeavour would set sail in the evening, but until then, Linya didn't want to go anywhere. She no longer has the face to face anyone. She wanted to take a nap, but as soon as she closed her eyes, it seemed that countless unforgettable eyes appeared in her mind.

Nearly 100,000 Abella dwarves have now all fled to New Bella City from all directions, which is the last refuge, and there is no way back. Only a few hundred people were able to leave by boat. The rest will fight until the last moment for their country, for their civilization, for their race, for their culture, with their loved ones, friends and lovers.

A civilization that was once so glorious will die out after tonight. Only memories remain, wandering in the evening breeze of time. Linya's tears flowed uncontrollably.

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The sun was setting into the abyss at the end of the sea. In the wilderness outside the city of New Bella, the soldiers of the Dark Legion have begun to wander around.

In the harbor of New Bella, the Endeavour has raised its sails, the sailors are diligently turning the rudder, and the ship is about to depart. But to the surprise of the sailors, the winged human cherub suddenly walked out of her room and onto the deck. Then she spread her holy and beautiful snow-white wings.

"Your Highness Princess!" Suzanne screamed and chased after her, but Linya didn't look back. "I'm sorry, Sister Suzanne. I can't do it, I really can't do it!" Linya said, flapping her wings and flying.

Under the complicated gazes of King Kalam and Princess Nivea, as well as countless dwarves, Linya flew to the top of the tallest tower and fell, the ice crystal bow already summoned, glittering in the starlight.

"You know...... Why didn't Highbrem kill you?" a seemingly familiar voice suddenly sounded beside her, startling Linya.

"Who are you...... I seem to have seen you. Linya turned her head to look, and there was confusion in the darkness around her, but she didn't seem to find anyone to speak.

"Of course, Your Highness the Venerable Gaisha. The thrillingly beautiful little beauty finally emerged from the haze. It's Victoria, the mermaid who gave herself the Moonlight Harp!

"It's you, Miss Victoria, what do you mean by that?" asked Linya, sensing something sensitively from her smile. What secrets seem to be there?

"There are at least four gods watching the war in front of us right now, and tonight's protagonist shouldn't have been yours. Haybrem is right, although thousands of years have passed and countless reincarnations have passed, you still haven't changed at all, esteemed Highness Gaisha.

But now that you've made your choice, we're not in a position to say anything. But I want you to understand that your divine power is far from being awakened, and that Haybrem has been burning in the flames of hell for thousands of years, and the avatar he appears here has only one hundredth of the power of his real body. Victoria said with a smirk.

Linya was helplessly silent. There seemed to be a lot of information in her words, so that Linya couldn't react at once.

"Your power will not be able to defeat him, Your Highness Gaisha. But...... Anyone has shortcomings, even the Great Demon King Hebrem. Even if he chopped up his fragile heart, he couldn't completely forget it - yes, his broken heart was his greatest weakness. So, sing it, Your Highness Gaisha. The power of the spirit is your most powerful weapon. ”

"But...... They are just a bunch of demons who don't even have souls, how can they understand singing and music?" Linya shook her head and sighed with a wry smile.

Viktolea chuckled softly. "Looks like you really haven't remembered anything...... Yes, the devil doesn't have a soul, but he does. The Lord Angel of the Dark God, Death Archangel Hybrem, has not completely lost his soul even if he was deprived of his divine powers and fell into a demon king in pursuit of power. Isn't it amazing? Because that broken heart has never lost its thirst for love. His heart is broken for you, and only you can stop him from destroying this world, Your Highness Gaisha. ”

"What do I have to do with him?" asked Linya, surprised.

"Of course......" Viktolea smiled slightly.

"So what's going on?" asked Linya eagerly. He didn't kill himself, of course, there should be a reason, and that's exactly what she wanted to know. I feel that the identity of this Gaisha Moon Goddess is becoming more and more wonderful.

"Forgetting is sometimes a blessing...... But I can't say anything more, I'm afraid it's the truth that you need to find out for yourself. Viktolea sighed softly, stretched out her arms and bent down in salute, then gently retreated.

After listening to the brainless words of the perfect mermaid mage, Linya fell into deep thought again. Looking at the field ahead, the army of the undead was as dense as the waves under the crimson moonlight, Linya silently put away the ice crystal bow and summoned the moonlight harp.

She probably understood something. If I am not mistaken, there should have been a love-hate emotional entanglement between the former Archangel of Death, Highbrem, and the moon goddess, Gaisha, but it seems to have ended in a heartbreaking tragedy. The end result was that the Godhead of Gaisha was shattered and Hybrem was degraded.

The sad sound of the piano began to come softly from the roof of the castle tower of New Bella. The sound of the piano was not loud, but it carried a touching sadness and tearful sentimentality.

It's a twilight, maybe it can be used as some kind of silent heart.

When the huge body of the Demon King Hebrem slowly crawled out of the huge crack in the ground again, Linya's song also sang to the melody of the piano.

After the whole summer, the sadness was not better, driving on the endless road, and there was a feeling of leaving me.

I can't finish singing a song, I am tired and have dark circles left under my eyes, the world of feelings is inevitably hurt, and no matter how beautiful the dusk is, it will eventually be dark.

I still remember to say goodbye from your mouth as resolutely as iron, and there is an illusion of scorching sun in the dimness.

The horizon of dusk draws a parting, and love enters the eternal night.

I still remember the tears that slipped from your eyes and the heartbreak, and there was an illusion of hot tears burning in the chaos.

The horizon of dusk cuts off the joy of happiness, and love has been disillusioned.

Under the moonlight at night, the whole world is silent, as if you are quietly listening to the wonderful divine comedy.

When the song finally ended, the Demon King Haybrem had already arrived in front of the tower, and the expression in his eyes was still as calm as water. "Don't waste your energy, it's useless. My heart was already broken, and it could no longer feel any pain or sorrow, nor could it experience any happiness or joy. ”

Actually, Linya didn't know anything. She didn't know the true story that took place between the goddess Gaisha the moon and the archangel of death. But with such a huge disparity in strength, the only thing she could do was make the craziest bet. This is perhaps the only place she can take advantage of. Of course, this is also an outright lie.

Linya stood up with the moonlight harp in her arms, and she looked at the black eyes of the big demon king in front of her, and there was not the slightest timidity in her gaze. "How have you been all these years?" she said, trying to make her gaze a little softer and more sad.

Highbrem froze. But he soon burst into laughter, "What do you think will happen after thousands of years of burning in the blazing flames of Endless Hell?" The laughter was so crazy and filled with anger and sorrow.

No longer apathy? Even if it's anger, as long as there is emotion, there will be a weakness to be defeated!