Glory!

Almost something that the aristocracy of Birmingham once wanted, as the last heir of an ancient family, Birmingham may have too many things that do not belong to him, whether it is Tina's expectations or the constraints brought by the name of Richard, Birmingham has embarked on a difficult road. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The end of this road, Birmingham used to just think that it was another unrealistic fantasy, after all, the Richard family, which has come to an end, no matter how hard Birmingham tries, it is impossible for this family to have a legendary sword master again, but now he understands that the fantasy in his mouth is just an excuse for his unwillingness to work hard, and it is impossible for the Richard family to have another legendary sword master, so let a mortal hero replace it.

To become a hero and ignite glory, this is the path Birmingham himself has chosen, and he is now fighting for this goal, this sword, it is a blow that he has gathered all his strength, and it is the courage of a mortal to be fearless against the demon god.

The sword light almost illuminated the entire plain, the entire Violet Empire, it was like the afterglow of the setting sun suddenly glowing with new vitality, and it was also like a meteor tearing through the darkness in the deep night sky.

The proof of courage, the name of glory, although Birmingham's hands were empty, but the dark dragon who raised his head could see that the sharp sword held in the hands of this mortal was as dazzling as snow, and above the pure white sword body was a girl with the same resolute expression, a girl who was somewhat similar to that mortal.

The Spirit of the Sword, this is the first time the Dark Dragon has seen the Spirit of the Sword, and it is also the first time to see such a pure white Sword Spirit, not polluted by any darkness, not tempted by any demons, this Sword Spirit who came with Birmingham is so dazzling, dazzling, burning the eyes of the Empress of the Empire who are filled with darkness.

"My wings are darkness!"

"My voice is the end!"

"My name brings death!"

"I am Bestra, darkness, the end, death!"

The high roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world of souls with the liberation of the true name of the imperial empress, and the dancing soul fire was extinguished under the majestic breath of the dragon, and the flowing soul river disintegrated under the dragon's flapping wings, and the stable long river dwelling made a crisp sound in the dragon's roar.

The Lord of the Long River in the mortal body turned pale, and the surging power seemed to be erased by the dragon in an instant, and the body that had not been contaminated with the world for thousands of years was finally covered with a layer of scars, but she still did not stop, still passing on her last power to her seventh servant, helping him to this fallen friend.

The dragon's breath set off a violent wind and waves around Birmingham, rolling the icy river, and the body moved forward little by little in the flickering light and darkness, and the gifts left by the two-pillar demon god Hermes all exploded at this moment, they poured out of Birmingham's body, turning into a dark air flow around this mortal who did not belong to the demon, and the darkness that originally eroded the soul turned into armor to protect Birmingham at this moment, even if it was torn apart by the dragon's breath in an instant, these darkness from the abyss still stubbornly wrapped Birmingham's body.

The darkness walked together, the light was on the side, the sword was tightly held in the hands of mortals, and the footsteps approached the creeping ancient demon dragon little by little.

The Empress of the Empire finally showed a hint of surprise, and then was replaced by admiration, the name of mortals, the body of the soul was able to approach her like this, the burning will and the sword spirit that accompanied it made the Empress of the Empire begin to agree with the opinion of Nasr, the Lord of the Long River, that mortals are really a miracle race, but the miracle light of this point cannot assimilate their own ink-like darkness.

Come, mortal, let me see how powerful this light that illuminates the night sky really is, and how the mortal who looks like an ant in my eyes can become the true master of this continent.

The dragon roared, shaking the surrounding landscape, and the sword in the palm of his hand, agitating the soul of the sword-wielder.

Black and white, colliding and intertwining in an instant, at that moment, it seems that the world has fallen into a stillness, it seems that everything is painted into a beautiful oil painting at this time, whether it is the pure white sword that charges, or the dark dragon that roars angrily, it is obviously black and white distinctly, but at this moment it is blended together.

The blend of black and white is the interweaving of cause and effect between the demon god and mortals, the fate of the dragon and Birmingham to merge so far, and this long moment returns to normal in an instant with the rotation of the dragon's pupils, and the normal result is that the storm and waves of destruction completely detonate in the soul vision.

Independent of the mortal soul horizon, the ancient residence of Nasr, the Lord of the Long River, was mercilessly torn apart by the storm and the great waves at this time, and the overflowing aftermath still stirred up the already fragile mortal world, even under the rules of the Celestial Tree, the wind and waves that overflowed from the Soul Horizon still shook the realm protected by the Celestial Tree.

The towering celestial tree made a loud noise, dense cracks appeared in the sturdy branches, and the ancient trunk gradually peeled off, and then the trunk was constantly stripped by the wind and waves, and the extremely white plain that had been sheltered finally could not withstand this huge wave beyond the mortal world.

The earth is disintegrating, cracks are emerging in the sky, the all-devouring void reappears, and the swirling void whirlpools spread across the plains, and the fleeing female knight Tina and the little magician Ellie are trying their best to maintain their posture, and the powerful suction of the void bursting out like a bottomless pit is like the cry of death luring them.

And in this floating void hole one after another, on the gradually disintegrating plain, white and black are so dazzling that everyone looks sideways, it is Birmingham's body and the figure of the imperial empress, it is a victory and defeat revealed.

The pure white sword pierced through the Empress's chest, and the final blade fell into Birmingham's body.

"Respectable, mortal, no, Birmingham, your growth is amazing. "A pillar of demons, no, it's Sebra Frona with a smile as she looks at Birmingham, her titular fiancé.

"So do you, Miss Maid. Birmingham replied with a smile, and it was only then that Birmingham found a hint of familiarity in the empress's countenance.

"Unfortunately, you've failed. ”

"Yes, I don't think much, my maid miss!" the words came to Birmingham's lips, ignoring the final sword on his chest, and instantly approached Flona's body.

"Nasr!"

The mortal servant shouted his true name and released the shackles in his body, and the Lord of Souls suddenly appeared and rushed into the empress's body, and the soul power of the Lord of the Long River swept away in an instant, and the darkness surging in Frona's body was forced out.

"Ah, it looks like you did win. Sensing the power of the demon god leaving his body, his weakness rolled up like a tide.

Obviously doomed to fail, obviously about to fall into a deep sleep, the maid lady actually made a rare joke, and her vision gradually blurred and she finally left behind only the palm of the outstretched hand of the down-and-out nobleman.

Ah, is that the light that the demon god has been looking for, it's really warm.