The twilight is like blood, and the setting sun is like mist.

The hot sand field is filled with a golden afterglow, and the light of the slanting sun flows by, covering the sky and the earth in a golden red veil.

Unlike the awe-inspiring Radiance, which is filled with divine and sublime aura, this twilight is extremely soft and gives people an incomparable sense of reassurance.

Like a wanderer returning after many years, on a warm evening, seeing the familiar outline of the city reflected by the twilight on the horizon, there will be an urge to burst into tears.

Seeing this twilight, his heart was as firm as Roland, and his eyes couldn't help but be confused, and the most secret memory in his heart was deeply touched.

He felt as if he had returned to his childhood, sitting alone under an old tree in the mountains behind the small monastery on the border of the Holy Empire, staring at the distant sunset in a daze.

At that time, he was an ordinary orphan in the monastery, living a boring and monotonous life, and being bullied by the strong orphans in the convent all the time.

The only thing he was with him was the old tree in the backyard and the branches that had broken off from the tree.

In those monotonous and boring years, this tree accompanied him through several springs and autumns.

He often held a branch and imagined it as an indestructible sword, and practiced wielding it under the tree, and the whirring wind of the branch was the most beautiful song he had ever heard in his childhood.

But for this, he endured the ridicule of those orphans.

The boys pinned Roland to the ground, punched and kicked him, ravaged the weak boy, buried his face in the dirt, and stomped his back.

"Idiot, do you think you really are some kind of knight? Uncle, let me tell you, you will never have a chance to wear real armor in your life, listen up, mongrel. ”

One of the strongest boys picked up the branch, broke it in two, and it was still on Roland's face. "If you don't accept it, you can cut me with a rotten log."

The boys burst into laughter.

Although the monastery was small, the rules were extremely strict, and life was too boring, so bullying Roland, a thin and unsociable little guy all day long, became the greatest pleasure of the energetic boys in the monastery.

After the frolic, the crowd gradually dispersed.

Roland was left alone on the ground, staring at the branches in front of him.

When twilight fell, little Roland got up, patted off the dirt on his body, walked to the old tree in the back mountain and sat down, his arms around his knees, and looked at the setting sun in the distance.

He lived like this for many years, until that nightmare day came.

At this moment, the twilight that appeared in the arena awakened the corner of his heart that was about to be forgotten, and touched the softest place in his heart.

What a familiar twilight!

Roland stayed where he was, forgetting his movements.

In the sky, the sun summoned by the [Heavenly Judgment] seemed to have burned out all its energy, and the ubiquitous glow began to fade and weaken.

The infinite light that shrouded the Colosseum was being swallowed up little by little by the twilight like water.

Constantine gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slashed forward with the [Dawn] with great effort, the crystal sword that was as light as a feather in the past seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds at this moment, and every inch of the slash was so difficult.

But Constantine did not give up, because he knew that he had changed his mood by chance, when he was about to die, and he used the powerful sword skill of [Twilight].

Originally, with his talent, he was not enough to perform this sword technique taught to him by his father.

When Archduke Elliott taught Constantine [Twilight], the famous swordsmanship, he didn't expect Constantine to use it one day, which may be the only small regret of the Lord of Winter.

Because to use [Twilight], the sword wielder needs to have extraordinary talent and unimaginable perseverance in kendo, both of which are indispensable.

But that's not the most important thing.

In order to unleash this sword move, the most important thing is that the user has a clear and lofty state of mind, even in the face of death, without wavering and a clear conscience.

Only in this way can we reach the other side of the sword.

In the years that followed, some of the Sword Masters on the mainland tried to recreate the [Twilight Zone], but even if they were powerful and talented like them, they could not imitate it.

The young Constantine did not understand the [Twilight] taught to him by his father, and when he wanted to regain this sword skill when he grew up to be the top bounty hunter in the continent, he found that he had lost this opportunity forever.

Burdened with a sea of blood and hatred, full of blood, and accustomed to lurking in the dark for cold calculations, the hunter boy can no longer have a transcendent realm that looks down on life and death like his father.

Realizing this, Constantine completely gave up the practice of the Twilight Zone.

Until this time.

He knew that if he missed this time, he didn't know how long and what month he would have to wait before he could once again use the sword skills that his father was most proud of.

The crystal sword slashed down towards the Holy Radiance, and within an inch of travel, the twilight approached the dazzling sun in the sky.

The golden sun seemed to be unwilling to summon the holy light, but it could not repel the approach of twilight.

Twilight engulfs the paladin, and the flame armor that envelops Roland disappears little by little.

The sun in the sky finally went out, turning into a golden light that slowly fell below the horizon, bringing the battle between morning and dusk to an end.

[Heavenly Judgment], the most powerful sword technique in the Divine Sword Style, ended its undefeated myth on this day.

There is morning and evening, this is the most simple truth in the world.

The twilight sprinkled over the arena, gilded with a golden glow, accompanied by a light breeze, serene and quiet.

There was silence, no one applauded, no one cheered, and everyone's eyes were deeply absorbed in the large arena shrouded in twilight

Like Roland, a corner of their hearts was also touched by this peaceful twilight.

Roland paused for a long time, looked at the fiery clouds in the sky lit by twilight, and said in a daze, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"It's called Twilight. ”

Constantine gently put away his sword and said calmly. "You see, there is not only black and white, light and darkness in this world, but there are many beautiful things that are worth protecting. ”

Constantine did not continue to draw his sword, and his state of mind was more peaceful than ever, as if victory or defeat no longer mattered.

But he knew, he won.

"I lost. "Rolandau, although he was not strictly speaking to Constantine, but to himself, he was willing to lose.

"Perhaps, after all these years, I really went wrong. The paladin looked down at the sand at his feet.

He looked up at Constantine as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a loud "boom" came from outside the arena.