Roy awakens. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's just that his mind is filled with fantastical images, and he stands in the scroll looking down on the whole world.

The greatest will of the entire universe 'God of Creation', the Origin of the Rules, the Truth of All Existence, the Eternal Will.

One day he suddenly disappeared, and then the rules evolved into two goddesses who inherited the will of the universe.

One of them, the Goddess of Light, created and lived, and she created the entire world, which gave birth to countless races after eons of years.

The fittest survive, and the inferior are eliminated.

This has been the same since the birth of the world.

Time flies, if the white horse passes by, suddenly in an instant. The picture changes one by one, and Roy seems to be in the middle of it, and they feel time fly by like flowing water.

In fact, time is constant at this moment, and these images are the inheritance of light, silently pouring into his brain without noticing.

Ten thousand years at a glance.

Ten thousand years have passed, and there are only a few of the most powerful races in the continent that have survived, and these are the victors who have survived in these ten thousand years, fighting with the heavens and the earth, and even more with the races for their lives!

The Terrans are among them, they began in the end of the world and rose in countless wars. In terms of strength, they can't compare to the invincible dragons, in terms of speed can't compare to the swift elves like the wind, and in terms of spirit, they can't compare to the elves who are the primates of all things, but they use their unique wisdom to win wars again and again.

The human race that continues the inheritance has established itself as a country and helped each other. Every time a disaster occurs, everyone is united and resolves countless disasters with joint resistance.

The Goddess of Darkness paid attention to this small but ever-growing race, and the Goddess was curious to give the Terrans the power of darkness, leaving a legacy for the few people of the Terrans, and she wanted to see what the future of these Terrans would be...... But it was this unintentional sowing that also became a calamity for the Terrans.

Calamities occur on the continent all the time, and since the appearance of the Terrans who inherited the will of the Dark Goddess, they have become more frequent.

Those who uphold the will of darkness, call themselves cursers, and they are creatures who have annihilated humanity and infinitely magnified their inner desires.

Establish your own empire and play the entire continent between your fingers. Insidious and cunning, he tortures his fellow clans only for the most primitive satisfaction and pleasure in his heart, and nods to outsiders and wants to bow down and worship his master.

The whole human race is in dire straits, and countless calamities are covered like dark clouds, and there is no light all day long.

The goddess of light, who created this continent, is also aware of the situation of the human race, and she, like the goddess of darkness, has left a legacy for this highly intelligent race.

It's called the Heart of Light.

This is a lineage that only one person can obtain, and the one who has been blessed with a heart of light by the Goddess is a young king of a small country.

And after the young king received the inheritance of light, the country took the name of the Holy Light. It means sacred inheritance and light shines.

Naturally, this can't escape the eyes of those wild dog-like cursers, dark and light, opposing each other since ancient times!

The two meet, leaving only one of them.

They unleashed a war with such a great momentum that it spread to all races, and it was called the 'Dark Holy War'!

The years-long holy war was once won by the defeat of the cursed master, but these wild dogs were as tenacious as weeds, stirring up trouble again and again.

The warriors who believed in the light were exhausted, but the battle suddenly took a turn. When the First Empire of the Continent was controlled by them with soul magic, the last battle in the years of battle came as scheduled.

In his mind, Roy saw a man wearing colorful light armor and holding a bright sword across the battlefield, and all those who were enemies of him were pierced through the heart by the sword, and he was like a little light in the night, gradually blooming with a light symbolizing justice!

In the final scene, he is holding a pair of bows and arrows...... In the name of light, the will is turned into a bow wing, and its faith is the arrow of eternity!

It is difficult to describe the power of that arrow, because with the arrow called Eternity, the entire empire was shrouded in sacredness, the black sky was torn apart by the blazing light, the night turned into day, and time became eternity!

"If it shines, it's a starry sky. ”

The voice was thunderous, it was his own voice, he was out of the grand battlefield, and his soul returned to his body!

Covered in darkness, Roy slowly opened his eyes, and the heart of light, which had been sleeping for a long time, had awakened too late......

If it weren't for Bunian's sword, he probably wouldn't have been able to open the inheritance in this life.

Bunyan looked at Roy in horror as he slowly rose into the air, and quickly recited a spell, the gray mist turned into all kinds of weapons, and countless misty long swords and long knives struck him......

"Mole ants!"

Feeling many inheritances, Roy, whose brain had digested them one by one, let out a shout and asked.

The eyes that are deep and long, as if they have seen through history and have endured the precipitation of long years, reflect the golden light at this time.

The swarthy body was infected with glass, and the hair that was originally blonde turned black as the body changed.

The light-woven wings spread out behind the back, and the golden feathers fluttered down with a gentle fanning.

The multicolored glazed armor spread and formed on the surface of his body, and the belief engraved in his heart turned into a blazing bright sword in his hand, and he slashed horizontally with a flick of his hand!

Countless weapons created by the gray mist all disappeared and dispersed under this sword, re-becoming the darkest matter and buried deep in the realm.

"What are you, dare to call me an ant, ho ho~~" Bunian looked frightened, but still smiled strangely.

Roy looked down at Bunian without emotion, his pupils emitting a faint golden mist as if he could see through his soul!

He saw that since he received the dark inheritance, all kinds of sins had been inflicted on him, and countless bodies of karma had ignited black flames of unjust souls...... Roy hated him from within!

"Ho ho ~ ~ lackeys of light, you will never be able to see the darkness, the goddess has given me darkness and eternal life, and the goddess of awe has gained strength... You'll never understand that!!"

Roaring, roaring, until this time he still believed in the great goddess of darkness in his heart, which made Roy feel a little sad.

Darkness, light.

Obviously, you can believe in the light and feel the warmth, but you have to be willing to fall and enjoy the baptism of resentment brought by the darkness.

Maybe such people are really perverts, their hearts are dark, and no matter how much advice they use, they can't pull it back.

Bunian summoned the Grey Mist Giant who had stepped on him before, this time a hundred meters tall and seemingly using all its might.

Roy was small compared to the giant, but great... It starts with smallness.

"Stubborn. ”

The cold words announced Bunian's final judgment, and the last image of the inheritance was recalled in his mind......

In the name of light, in the bow of meaning, and in the arrow of faith!

The hands made a bow, and the light clearly turned into a sacred bow, and the inner faith condensed into an eternal arrow.

"First time we met, and then we said goodbye. ”

The Grey Mist Giant struck with a fist, and the sound of the air that broke through the air roared, only to let go of Roy's hand holding the bow and full moon......

The gray mist, the fists, the voices, and the truly small Bunian have annihilated the soul under the arrows and turned into the dust of history.

This arrow is eternal bright.