He stood in Winterfell at night.

On a long wide street, people looked up at the sky in horror, where dark red swirls swirled slowly, and lightning fell like the claws of the devil, tearing the earth apart.

Somewhere in the city, a pillar of divine light shot into the sky...

Constantine turned his head a little dazedly, and in the second moment he turned his head, he saw a figure leap from the top tower of Winterfell, and swept towards the position of the pillar of light, leaving a determined back.

He remembered that it was that nightmare night in Winterfell ten years ago.

The thick clouds dispersed, and the majestic Gate of the Heavenly Realm emerged in the depths of the heavenly dome.

And then there's...

He jerked his head and saw behind him three pairs of slender white wings growing from behind the unknown man, whose face overlapped with the statue outside the Palatine Academy.

In an instant, many facts quickly came together, allowing Constantine to confirm that terrible conjecture...

It stands to reason that when this incredible fact appears in front of everyone, it should be hard for anyone to believe it.

Constantine's reaction was calmer than expected, at least, he finally knew what kind of opponent he would face in the future.

However, what happened next made him pale.

The scene changes, and countless pictures of the past are presented in his eyes.

The magician lying in the corner of the alley with his chest clutched, in front of him, was a little boy with a pale face, holding a knife dripping blood...

Slavers slumped in pools of blood, staring at cloudy eyes...

In the city of Dedram, the teachers and students of the Academy of Magic fled in a panic between the burning academy buildings, and the students stared at the burning tower in horror, no one noticed the back of the young man in the corner, and the unusually beautiful crystal sword in his hand...

In the war-torn village of Caroli, he saw himself holding a crystal sword, panting in a clearing in the center of the battlefield, and around him, the corpses of hundreds of dragon lancers, their corpses did not decompose, but crystallized at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into crystal chips in one place...

Those who had died at the hands of [Morning Star] in the past, as well as those unbearable memories, were now reproduced before his eyes.

Seeing his dark past replay in front of his eyes, even though Constantine had cultivated an extremely cold mind in his long hunting career, he couldn't help but waver at this moment.

The blood gushing from the bodies of countless dead people stained the ground beneath his feet red, revealing the sins he had committed in his life.

When I looked up, I saw that the sky was shining with a dazzling golden yellow, and the sun was slowly pressing towards the ground, and the blood on the ground began to burn, and blood and fire were indistinguishable from each other.

Constantine felt a fever all over his body, knowing that it would not be long before the sun would set, and there was no escape, and he could only watch his soul be destroyed, along with the bloody history of the past.

Judgment is coming.

"Repent, O bounty hunter, before the flames of heaven. A voice with a pronounced sentencing echoed in the air. "Your soul will spend eternity in the Holy Fire, so that the blood may be cleansed from your hands. ”

Endless Light engulfed Constantine......

In the last moments of his life, long-deposited numbness and exhaustion welled up in Constantine's heart.

He has traveled so far and killed so many people, and he has paid too much for that secret that cannot be revealed.

Perhaps, dying in this holy light is a good choice?

He didn't want to think about it anymore, closed his eyes, and waited for the final judgment to come.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came into his ears, "I said that there is no place for you in the world of light, so go to the darkness and find it." ”

Constantine opened his eyes and saw a familiar face.

"Euler......?"

On the judges' bench.

The Grand Priest sighed with emotion: "I can't imagine that in my lifetime, I can still see the legendary last sword of the Divine Sword Style--- [Heavenly Judgment]. ”

"What's so special about this kind of swordsmanship?" asked Count Fastia, who was obsessed with swordsmanship.

"[Heavenly Judgment] will make the heart of the victim present the deepest and darkest memories of the past, and accept the torture of the soul again and again, and finally have to repent of their sins in the face of light, and only when the judgment comes, can the final salvation be obtained. ”

The High Priest recalled the description of the Canonical Office. "According to the records of the previous Templar Lords, this kind of swordsmanship is completely unsolvable. ”

"The swordsmanship that can make the soul of man bow is indeed wonderful, worthy of the swordsmanship invented by His Excellency Paladin. ”

"It seems that Morning Star is certain to be defeated. Fastia said, sighing, such a powerful swordsmanship, even he, as a sword saint, was moved.

At the same time, he also felt a little sorry for Constantine.

Constantine's psychic world.

He looked at Ola in front of him, and the young man with the curse of misfortune was staring at him without blinking, his eyes as deep as night.

In that night, more things emerged, like a starry star.

It was Siegfried in the abyss, who stretched out his hand to him, the carriage that stopped for him on a stormy night, the quiet and beautiful face of Diana by the campfire in Quanshui Town, and the hearty laughter of Digues at the dinner table in the small village of Carroli...

Constantine woke up suddenly, looking up at the palpitating, awe-inspiring sun in the sky, and there was no longer any confusion in his eyes, but a clarity in his eyes.

"You just said that the Lord leads the world to the light, but not all of us can only and are willing to go to the light. ”

"Light is the only way for all beings to return, because light represents order, it represents eternity. Roland's voice rang out.

Constantine shook his head, "Sometimes we choose darkness, not because of the Fall, but because in our eyes, there is something more important than eternity, and that is freedom, even if it is the freedom to choose death. ”

"Why should the light determine our life and death?"

In reality, the boy slowly opened his eyes and stared at the sun in the sky, spitting light and heat, as if he had seen the scene that appeared in the night sky of Winterfell many years ago.

Grabbing the pendant in his pocket, he struggled to his feet.

Seeing this scene, Roland's eyelids jumped after the light.

This guy actually got rid of the coercion exerted by the [Heavenly Judgment] on the soul level?How could he do it?

Constantine pulled his crystal sword out of the sand, "I don't really believe that Blaze guy said anything about destiny before, but now, I kind of believe it. ”

"Fate has made you appear in front of me, let you use this sword, and also allow me to face those memories of the past. ”

"I don't need to confess to anyone, because I don't think I'm guilty, and even if I do, my sins won't be handed over to the light to judge. ”

Constantine's eyes were brighter than ever, and his heart was clear and peaceful as ever. "For the sake of what I want to protect, even with sin and blood, I will continue to fight, rather than surrender my faith to some supreme being to escape the darkness and weakness of my heart. ”

The last sentence made Roland go into a trance.

After saying these words, the boy felt much lighter in his heart, and after seeing the fear of life and death, and knowing the way forward, it was as if all the burdens of life had left him.

Before his father died, he was in this mood, right?

Years later, Constantine made the same choice as his father, Archduke Eliotgard.

With this in mind, Constantine raised his sword, took a step forward, and used all his strength to move the sword and slash towards the light in front of him.

This sword condensed all his hopes and desires.

This sword is no longer for destruction, no longer for survival, but for protection.

Guarding the memories of his childhood, protecting his father's trust, guarding the company of his teacher and Siegfried, guarding the beautiful smile of the girl by the campfire, guarding the time he spent playing with his friends in the academy, guarding the decisive back of Diggs before leaving, and guarding the important people and events that may appear in his life in the future...

At this moment, he turned back into the simple boy who sat at the head of Winter City when he was a child, staring at the slanting sun in the distance.

The long wind whispered in his ears, and the mighty setting sun rose in the wind, like the reflection of the sun.

A twilight that was not bright but incomparably bright, not dazzling but incomparably warm accompanied his sword, breaking through the shackles of brilliance and happily spilling into the world.

All the spectators were shocked and speechless, and in front of them, an incredible and wonderful scene was presented, with the sunset and the morning sun facing each other, dividing the hot sand arena into two worlds.

Morning and dusk.

Just like the scene that happened on the long street of Winterfell ten years ago.

Although the scale is far from comparable to that of the time, the visual and spiritual impact on the people who witnessed this spectacle is unparalleled.

The most shocked were the judges on stage.

Count Fastia propped up his chair with both hands, leaned forward, could not suppress the shock and excitement in his heart, and his voice became hoarse: "Is this ......?"

Morgan's face was complicated, and after a long time, he sighed lightly, "I thought that this kind of swordsmanship had long been lost in the world, but I didn't expect that ten years later, it would reappear again." ”

The Great Priest looked at the beautiful twilight in distraction, a little stunned, "What kind of swordsmanship is this, which can actually compete with the [Heavenly Judgment]?"

"This is the swordsmanship that the former master of the Duchy of Azerolia, the Northland Sword Saint, Archduke Eliotgard, relied on to become famous. ”

Fastia reminisced about the past and said in a vicissitudes of life, "When I visited Winterfell many years ago, I witnessed Archduke Elliottard wielding this sword, and I still can't forget that image, and its beautiful and poetic name..."

"The Twilight Zone. ”