The monstrous roar stopped, and the Chapter of Legend shimmered with pure brilliance, dissolving the power that belonged to the Firestorm. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Hans kept chanting the hymn, and he threw himself into the bright light.

The stars are dotted and woven into a thick curtain that spans the scorched ground.

"Darkness descends on the earth..."

The song still floated, and as time passed, the fireworks disappeared, and wisps of gray smoke flickered.

"Light・・・Bright・・Immortal..."

Hans's pale cheeks looked like a zombie, and as soon as his right hand was loosened, the Gort's Cross longsword was the first to fall.

Shout!

Then, like a kite with a broken string, he fell.

"Teacher!"

Dante let out a cry of sorrow, and rushed forward with an arrow, raising a cloud of smoke and dust.

Crash!

Dante jumped to his feet, stretched out his strong hands, and took Hans with precision.

"Hmm!"

Boom!

A muffled grunt sounded, and Dante defused the tremendous force caused by the acceleration of the fall with his fighting spirit.

"Teacher, teacher!" Dante lowered his head to look at the old man in his arms, and his heart instantly hung up.

"Good boy, good boy. Hans smiled at the stubborn old man, and it was the first time Hans had smiled at him in Dante's memory, and even if they had won the battle of miracles, they had not been able to make the old man so happy.

"Teacher..." Dante's tears slipped down like a curtain of broken beads, and he couldn't suppress the sorrow in his heart.

"Don't cry, good boy!" Hans trembled and stretched out his withered palms and gently stroked away Dante's tears.

At this time, Hans was more like a kind grandfather, loving his little grandson.

"Eun-Teacher, go, I'll take you back, you'll be fine. Dante took a few breaths and wiped his eyes.

"No, I know my body. Hans smiled lightly, calm in the face of his impending fate.

"No, no, no..." Dante couldn't help crying again.

"Don't cry!" said Hans, with a stiff face.

Dante's eyes widened, and he pursed his lips desperately.

"Dante, you remember for me, even if I'm leaving, you'll have to give me a smile!" Hans said.

"I am worthy of no one in my life! Even if I die, it is for the city of Doco! for the sake of Ello!"

"I'm happy!"

"Uh-huh!" Dante nodded.

"Where's my sword?" said Hans, turning, his hands groping for the ground.

"Here, here!" Tashi picked up the longsword that had fallen in the distance.

Syllable!

Grabbing the hilt of the sword again, Hans's agitated emotions calmed down, and he gently stroked the sword body, like a lover in love, the sword body was still warm and colorful, and it was not damaged by a series of battles.

"Old friend, it's time for me to go. Hans muttered.

Buzz!

The Gort Cross longsword trembled violently, and the sound of the sword continued.

"Don't worry, I'll find you a good home. ”

At this point, Hans's cloudy eyes suddenly sharpened, and he raised his head and stared at Dante.

"Dante!"

"In!"

"From now on, he'll be your partner. Hans barely straightened up, endured the pain, and spread his hands out like a wooden frame with a long sword.

"Me?" Dante froze.

"Yes, it's you, you are my disciple, my only disciple, and the most outstanding disciple! I firmly believe that you can lead him to create greater brilliance!

Da-da-da-da!

A group of people gathered around, all of whom were teachers and students to whom Lyle Magis belonged.

"Dante!

Hans's four words rang loudly, and he forcibly half-knelt on the ground, which was the knight's kneeling salute.

"Yes!" Dante replied by slamming his right hand into his heart, his calloused hands gently holding the sword.

Buzz!

The Gort Cross longsword is full of spirituality, and responds slightly, both with joy at the new master and sadness at the imminent death of the old master.

Dante stared closely at the blade of the sword, and a line of small words was engraved on it: Glory!

As we all know, the Gortic Cross is used by the Holy See of Light to honor those knights who have sacrificed their lives and made great contributions, and it is a symbol of honor and mission!

Dante's heart was heavy, this was an expectation that belonged to Hans, and it was also a responsibility.

His hands slowly clenched, allowing the sharp blade to cut through the flesh, and the crimson blood suddenly burst out, flowing down the straight blade of the sword.

Scold!

One after another, the brilliance shone, and the Gort Cross longsword took on a new look.

"Good, good, good!" Hans nodded, a look of relief on his face.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!!"

"Teacher!" Dante put his bloody hand around Hans's shoulder, and he coughed violently, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"The God of Light is here, I'm calling," Hans smiled.

"Hans!" Juan covered his mouth, bitter at the sight of his old friend he had worked with for many years becoming what he is now.

"Mentor Hans!" Hercule's eyes were already filled with tears.

"Hercule!" Hans's eyes lit up, "I have to say I'm sorry to you, I used to be too persistent and my temper was too stinky, I shouldn't have hated you all the time, and called you a traitor." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I know it all!" Hercules choked up, "it's all for Lyll Magis." ”

"Good boy. Hans looked up at the sky, "Lyll Magis." ”

"St. Kyle. ”

"I'm here. Kyle stepped forward with Juan's help.

"I have one last wish. Hans pursed his chapped lips.

"You say, I'll do it for you. Even Kyle, who looked down on life and death, couldn't help but feel sad.

"I want to be buried in Oblivion... oh, no, it's the Lembest Branch, right on Phoenix Avenue, okay?" Hans muttered.

Kyle shook and nodded heavily.

Phoenix Avenue, the street he has been watching for more than ten years!

He never forgot that his wish was still Lyle Magis!

"Great, so I can look at Lyle Magis forever. ”

Hans fell, and the last scene in his eyes was the blue sky, free of smoke and flames, pure and bright.

The eyelids are too heavy and they will close forever.

In his sleep, he seemed to be back in old Larmagis, when Cantona and Lembest were still there, and the traditions were still there, and there was a lot of laughter.

This is the academy that has bound Hans all his life!

He grew up here, joined the army here, and finally returned here to teach and educate people due to injury.

His scorching blood was sprinkled on this haunting academy!

Even if the leaves return to his roots, he will continue to be buried here.

What? Is there ruins now?

No, as long as there is one Lyrmagis in the city, Lyllmagis will not perish!

On top of the ruins, there will be a brand-new academy, which has stood the baptism of time and continues to welcome new batches of Lyermagis.

This is a kind of plot, a kind of love, our youth is here!

How nostalgic. (To be continued.) )