First of all, I would like to express my deep apologies to all of you who have been waiting for two months, because I am very sorry that your expectations have been frequently disappointed because of your lack of talent. Nearly 3 years have passed since the Hidden Knife transformed into an interstellar war. It was a long but short period of time, which made me understand what a heavy reality is, and I also gained a deeper understanding of my own talent and lack of will. Still, it doesn't mean that this dream will end there, and let's face it, I've abandoned enough dreams, but this dream, I don't want it to end there. This is the hole I dug and crying, and I have to fill it up, not to mention that this hole is still so sweet to this day. I thank you for your continued tolerance of me, and I hope you will continue to accompany me to the end of this unreliable dream. PS: You read that right, I jumped one, because the content of that chapter really requires an unusual secondary two force to write, and after three years, my skills are not as good as before, so please allow me to brew that part slowly.

When he looked up, there was no one but the knight himself in the Cabinet Room, and the empty hall was no longer as illusory and luxurious as before, and was as old as the rest of the Sanctuary.

However, the knight did not rush to stand, but folded his hands in silent prayer, forming a silent picture with the soft sunlight shining through the skylight.

However, the image did not last long, as a loud noise came from outside the temple, shattering the hard-won tranquility.

Prosperous!

Another loud bang rang out, and the aftermath of the shock of the dust that had accumulated in the hall flew up, and the entire space became gray. With the shaking again and again, all the objects inside the hall were affected and began to displace, except for the kneeling knights who prayed unmoved by the thunderous sound.

Bang!

Finally, with another loud bang, the stained glass on the ceiling of the temple shattered overwhelmed, and the fragments turned into countless sharp blades that fell from the sky, falling towards the floor of the temple like a colorful rainstorm. Along the way, they smashed everything that stood in their way with Mother Earth, ornately decorated crystal chandeliers, long-extinguished candlesticks, old benches, and finally crashed into the hard floor and smashed themselves.

The knight in the center of the hall was naturally a participant in this crystal wheel dance, and even because of his position, people had the illusion that all the fragments were falling towards him. However, in the face of the sharp colored blades in the sky, the knight did not react at all, and continued to kneel in place and pray, allowing the seven-colored sword rain to baptize him, and even the huge crystal chandelier fell heavily behind him without shaking in the slightest!

Finally, when all was at peace, the knight opened his eyes contentedly and stood up. The crystal storm didn't leave a trace on him, not even a trace of the fur on his bare head.

However, although this farce did not bring any scars to the knight, it was not without achievements, and the knight had an angry expression on his face when he saw the originally well-preserved temple in ruins.

As if in response to the knight's fighting spirit, just as the knight was about to leave the temple to teach a lesson to the fanatics who had invaded this sacred land, a dazzling light pulled his gaze back.

Ji~

As the next door falls, the sacred chest that was originally hidden directly below the altar reveals its contents in front of the devout faithful.

"Emperor bless. ”

Hanging from the steel branches, like the roots of a tree, was a long sword that shone with golden light. The power contained in the wavelength it emitted was surging, and the nature was sacred, far more than any artifact that Zhengyan had seen so far, even the Golden Sutra of the Sun that could bring the dead back to life was less than one-ten-thousandth. Compared with Zhengyan's own strength, it is simply a drop in the ocean.

In the face of the powerful artifact, anyone can't wait to pinch it in the palm of their hand, and Zhengyan is no exception, striding towards the altar. Of course, if you are cautious, you will also consider whether an artifact that is stronger than you will have the possibility of dominating you in turn. But this time, Zhengyan knew that he had no need to worry at all.

As Masayan stepped onto the steps of the altar, the iron branches of the Ark came to life, handing the Iron Knight their long-preserved swords like guardians on a mission.

"Whoever wields this sword will fall to even despair under his iron hooves. "Even though the artifact was within reach, the monk did not rush to lift it, but reached out and touched the rune on the sword, carefully appreciating the power contained in it, the thoughts it poured into it when it was cast, the prayers it carried when it was collected, the centuries of loneliness and unwillingness that history had given it, and, the one that finally saw the light of day... Passionate!

Bite~!

Eventually, the knight took one last step, raising his sword high in the air. In an instant, the surging power took the palm of his hand as the entrance, and filled every corner of his body along its tendons, and the torrent of this power was so fast that his small veins opposite to his body shape were forcibly expanded, so that he was not poured into the body by the strong energy and died, but the unforgettable pain made the eyes of Zhengyan, who was used to masochism, black!

However, the knight did not faint, it had nothing to do with his will, this force did not allow him to commit such a cowardly act, this is not a trial, not a selection, but an inheritance, a sustenance, a fate, and the sword bearer has no right to refuse.

As if freed from a long period of lack of oxygen, the pain that went straight to the depths of his soul finally severed Zhengyan's spirit and body, and it was in this state that Zhengyan saw what this ritual really wanted him to see.

Different from the spiritual induction of the past, the spirit of Zhengyan rushed out of the limited carrier, and traveled through the chaotic chaos in the golden path of light, and the concepts of time, space, and gravity lost their meaning, just like a marquee, memory, knowledge, and feelings overwhelmed him, but they also embraced him, leading him to break through the layers of obstacles, and even the vast chaos could not make him lost, but could only let it run through his own realm and escape into the boundless darkness.

Rumble!!

Eventually, it turned out that the darkness was not endless, and the golden photons eventually slammed into the formless and substantial border, and the scattered energy lit up the area behind it like a star exploding, but the other side of the boundary was still nothing.

This is the limit, even if so many wills are gathered and they break free from the shackles of chaos, they are still bound by this world after all, and this journey is over.

The golden photon stopped pushing at the shapeless boundary and bloomed with a blazing white light, and the golden light that had been scattered in the impact was once again restrained by it, and at the moment when the light reached its most radiant light, the photon embarked on a journey again.

The journey called Homecoming.

Of course, the journey home was not an easy one.

The shining light of humanity is not only the ultimate manifestation of human possibility, but also the best bait for the many desolate beasts in the deep chaos.

Piercing through the chaos like a thick fog again, this time it was not only its disordered laws that became photon obstacles, but also the huge beings above its laws who were also attracted by the golden trail and gathered together, and the evil will that met by chance on the way to pursue the golden traces followed its instincts and engaged in a fierce and insipid struggle, which should have been as long as it had been in the protracted and meaningless mutual annihilation, but on this day, there were variables.

Like the return of the king, golden stars fall from the sky, but the heroes are greeted not by cheers and cheers, but by hunting and hunting.

Seeing the golden light that was enough to break through the fog of chaos, the power of miracles that broke through the prison that had imprisoned them for countless years, the four great evils all possessed it. However, that impulse, that indomitable momentum, that light of hope that can break all shackles is what they lack, no matter what form it takes, they have chosen to stagnate, not to conceive, not to bless, not to save, but to constantly encroach and plunder, even though they know that in the end they will bring despair and end to everything that includes them, but they still go their own way, even if they have endless power like stars, but in the face of this new star, it is difficult for them to say whether they can capture it alone。

So they chose to cooperate, and for the first time since that storm ten thousand years ago, four great evils fought side by side again, with only one purpose, to stop the meteor!

The star, which was falling faster than the speed of light, naturally noticed the malice that was blocking in front of him, but he did not hesitate, did not evade, and still followed the same path and flew straight, even if the malice in front of him was so huge.

If the photon is compared to the sun, then the illusion formed by the gathering of all evils is equivalent to the Milky Way, and the result of the impact will be a stone sinking into the sea.

However, that is just a conclusion drawn according to common sense, the stone sinking in the sea is indeed not able to make a big wave, but the stone itself is not destroyed, although it seems to be swallowed by the sea, but what really stops the stone is the earth with the same origin as the stone, and the abyss seems to be dark, after all, it is just a foil to the earth.

That's right.

Vanity cannot prevent the stars from returning to their origins.

With such determination, Photon plunged headlong into the sea of extreme evil without hesitation.

Bake!!!!

The first thing that came into contact with the photons was a blood-red sea of fire.

The magma-like torrent of magic collided with the golden star fiercely, and at the same time, it evaporated a large part of the glow on its surface while exhausting the momentum of the golden light, and the photons that were originally comparable to the sun instantly lost their original brilliance, becoming as faint as a red giant star, but the volume did not increase accordingly.

The blood-red torrent came and went faster, but the results were enormous. Although Jin Guang is still solid, it has lost its strong aggressiveness, which undoubtedly leaves the rest of their peers who like to beat around the bush to play to their strengths.

The photon that had just broken through the magma immediately fell into a whirlpool-like zone, and this Wanhua mirror-like dimension caused him to frequently deviate from his original trajectory, which forced him to spend a lot of effort so that he would not be completely unable to find a way back.

In fact, it is not without reason for the photon to face all evil in this way, it is the norm to lose his way through the chaos, and without guidance, I am afraid that he will not want to return to the starting point, and the things that the photon uses as a signpost are the golden tracks left by it when he passes through the universe, if he does not follow this path to return, I am afraid that he will not be able to return to the material world until his material carrier turns into dust, and then what awaits him will be the end of gradually being assimilated by chaos in eternal time, or being swallowed by evil. Therefore, there is only one way for him!

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