"You never let me touch that toy. If Batu had hesitated to leave, he would have seen a figure that had become clear in the air behind Lothar and that figure had the same appearance as a little girl. Compared with when she was underground, Helen's texture and clarity at this time have decreased to a considerable extent. And considering that it was in the sun, she could still appear by Lothar's side as if she were nothing, and the Count had to sigh at the potential she had while feeling his daughter's unhappiness.

"That's not a toy, dear. It weighs a lot heavier than you think. Leaning against the slightly raised stone, the Count whispered to his daughter. Helen was still pouting, she had been trying to touch the golden axe, but when she saw her father's weak appearance, her puffed cheeks calmed back to their original state. The illusory figure threw herself into Lothar's arms, and although they couldn't really touch each other, it made both of them feel each other's presence and the bond of kinship that connected them.

"It's obviously a toy, Abba never uses it anyway, it's better to give it to that person..." Fortunately, Helen's attention was quickly drawn to the riders around her and the distant scene, and she wanted to float into the crowd, but she gave up on this after looking up at Lothar's haggard face, and she couldn't let him worry any more. However, this does not mean that Helen suppressed her curiosity, "Abba, who are these people? I have never seen any clothes they wear! Also, that tree is so tall, but there is a bug lying on it, so is there a tree as big as a bug, or is there a bug as big as a tree?"

"Haha, probably both. No one has ever said that a bug can't grow to the size of a tree, and no one has ever said that a tree can't be as small as a bug. It's like the fish we ate in Heartless Bay was much bigger than the lion we ate in the lion, wasn't it? As for who these people were, they were probably about the same as Abba. "Lothar's words are not nonsense, he does see his own shadow in these dead souls, these dead have not stopped fighting even after they have been turned into spirits, they are passionate about this, they are eager for this, and they are bound by this. This is very similar to Lothar, who once led his army full of lions to fight, and at that time, only in this way could he prove his worth and find a little comfort for himself.

"No, they're different from Abba!" Helen interrupted her father's recollection and puffed out her chest proudly, "They all have only one horse and a toy in their hands! Abba not only has horses and toys, Abba also has Helen!"

Lothar couldn't help but laugh out loud at his daughter's words, followed by a violent cough, and when he finally calmed his breath, he nodded in Helen's panicked eyes. "That's right, Abba is not like them. Abba, and you. "Yes, from the stubborn lord of Montenegro, to the knight who walked in the darkness for the kingdom in the nezumi plague, to the down-and-out outlander in the Bay of Heartlessness. Lothar is no longer the person he used to be, and sometimes he even wonders if the former self really existed, or is the current self just a character in a ridiculous dream? Things are not people, these are four words that only those who have experienced it can understand. Now, he's not going to be the same person he used to be.

In the distance, there was a sound that sounded like a song and a shout, which drowned out the sound of the wind, the shouts of killing, and the sound of the body of a huge worm rubbing against the trunk of a tree. Or maybe it didn't cover anything, but the wind, the shouts and all the other sounds became part of the old song, like the waves that made up the sea.

"Abba, what's that sound?" the girl asked her father, who had never heard the ballad, but she didn't hate it, for she felt that she could hear the familiar melody in the voice. It was the rough sailor's song, the ditty of the knight's stroll in the countryside, the soft hum of the nezumi in the cave, the murmur of the mother in a dream.

Lothar's expression became more gentle, and his gaze looked in the direction Batu had left, for he knew who had sung it, "Listen well, my dear Helen, and remember this song, and remember what is happening before you. One day, when I can't protect you, you have to face everything under and outside the sun on your own, and then you don't have to be afraid, just remember what happened today, and you will know what to do. We are human beings, standing in heaven and earth, walking in light and shadow, not fish but swimming, not rats but digging. But that doesn't mean we're special, high-class beings in this world. On the contrary, it is precisely because we are human beings that we understand that we are just like everyone else. ”

Under the little girl's seemingly incomprehensible gaze, the fierce-faced riders gradually stopped their battle cry, and they knew the sound, because it was a song that all steppe people would learn as children. This ballad is also a prayer to all that is in heaven and earth, and to all the souls that are inclusive. So they joined in the ballad, sang it solo, and it became a chorus, "Mighty earth, mighty river, mighty grass, mighty ox, mighty lamb!"

The song grew louder and louder, and the power of the song grew stronger and stronger, and Batu only felt as if he had been joined by countless rivers, each of which was connected to the other. And the clearest of these rivers flowed down from the sky and flowed into his mind, clearing his mind.

"Mighty Eagle!"

"Chirp!" Naren's long cry was a signal, and the riders' spirits began to slowly approach Batuu, who nodded to the young herdsman before turning into a puff of green smoke and drifting into his battle axe. The Fool's Justice became a medium of another power in Batu's hands, and surprisingly, the witch-hunting knife did not reject that power, for it was not magic, not witchcraft, not divine power, it was present in every living and non-living thing in heaven and earth, and it was the basis of the existence of all spirits. The golden battle axe faded as the force poured in, dimming like a mortal iron weapon, its details and features decreasing and its weight becoming lighter and lighter as the spirits poured in.

"Greatness to all spirits!"

It's not just weapons that are transformed in this song, but also those who wield them. The lives of those ghosts were revealed in front of Batuu, and even gradually, what he could see was no longer limited to people, he saw how a grass sprouted, how a drop of water flowed, he saw how the eagle spread its wings, so he forgot his name, he forgot his body, so that the larger rivers were able to merge into it, and those rivers called the spirits, through this ordinary boy, did what the gray robe could not do, and mastered the power that the cheese could not grasp. And it's not because he's special, on the contrary, it's because he's ordinary.

At this moment, the existence holding the battle axe is the unity of all the wills on the grassland, and with every step he takes, more rivers will pour into his body, but it will take some time from here to the feet of Tianmu.