I became the head of the Knights of Light, and finally fulfilled her dream, but I lost her forever. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I stabbed the sword in my hand into her chest, feeling her blood-stained body that was no longer what I remembered getting cold, looking at my sinful hands, I told myself: I will never let go of any sin in this life.

She's Taylor Wells, my Danco Wells wife.

I met her thirteen years ago, when I was seventeen years old, and she was just a thug in the alleys of Lori, doing all the of collecting money and helping people to stop disasters. When I met her, I didn't know why she came to her rescue, I had seen so much of this kind of robber gangster killing people and taking money in the wilderness, but when I heard her feeble cry and looked at her desperate expression, I could no longer stand idly by—it seemed that I, a brute of conscience, had a time when I had a human nature!

Later, she told me that her parents had been killed by robbers not long ago, and that she had come to Lori with a glimmer of hope to seek help from her relatives, but had been attacked by robbers again. She asked me to help her find her relatives, but when I found the family she described, I found a brutal truth - it was not robbers who killed her family and the robbers she had been robbed before, but killers hired by her so-called "relatives". It took me a lot of effort to convince her of the facts, and she asked me why they were doing it, and I guess it was probably for her family's possessions.

She helplessly asked me for help, I didn't know what was wrong with me, why I had always been numb and would be so active in helping her, but I remembered that later I rushed into the house of her inhumane "relatives" with those thugs who usually "worked" together, and beat them so that they could no longer stand up.

She once asked me, "Danko, do you have a dream?" and her immature face looked at me expectantly, but I didn't have an answer.

As a thug in the market, earning those dirty gold coins all day long, do I still deserve to have any "dreams"?

I couldn't answer, but she gave me the answer.

"I, since I was a child, I have heard countless legends and deeds about the kingdom's 'Knights of the Holy Light', and those stories have accompanied me to grow up, and those sassy and heroic appearances that I imagined have always lingered in my mind. It's a pity that I'm a girl, otherwise I would really want to join the Order and make myself a part of the legend I admire...... However, as a girl, although she can't be a knight, she always has beautiful fantasies about princes and knights, hoping that one day she can marry a wonderful knight or an elegant prince or something. Danko, my dream is to see you join the Knights, become the leader, and lead many knights to write your own legends, and I will become a witness to this legend, always waiting by your side!"

Since then, I have had a dream, and my dream is to fulfill hers.

A year after knowing her, I joined the Knights of Light and took my first steps towards that dream.

After joining the Knights, I have never worked so hard for that dream, I can no longer imagine what I was like a year ago when I was waiting in the alley all day long, the Knights' learning progress can no longer satisfy me, in order to improve my knowledge and ability as soon as possible, I have touched many areas that ordinary people can't reach, and I even asked the "Kingdom Church", the archenemy of the "Church of Light" behind the Knights, who can use spells, to learn about spells. Of course, they can't be made aware of this. Archbishop of the Kingdom, Bennison Storm, is a fanatical lover of sorcery, and he didn't turn me away because of my position. I used to question my betrayal of the Church, but when I demonstrated those brilliant spells in front of her, letting the flowers fly around him, and looking at her sweet smile, I knew that my efforts were worth it.

As the days passed, it seemed that the dream was no longer far away, but it all ended on that day ten years ago.

Two years after joining the Knights, I received a mission to investigate the West, and she said she wanted to go with me to broaden my horizons and gain a long perspective, and I agreed.

We rode horses, through fields, over hills, and watched the sunrise and sunset, and it was the best time of my life, but the dream soon turned into a nightmare, a nightmare that I would never get rid of......

On that day on a hillside meadow, she said that she was tired and wanted to rest for a while, and I went around to find some fruit and some water, but when I came back, I saw him lying on the grass covered in blood, and she was surrounded by a group of smiling beasts.

I don't quite remember how I slaughtered them all, but I remember the next second I was holding her trembling body, and she looked at me weakly, barely squeezing out a smile.

"It seems...... It seems that I ...... I can't watch you become the head of the Knights......" She slowly lifted her feeble hand, but lost the last of her strength when it was about to touch my face, and fell silently, her last forced smile remaining on her face.

"No!!" I hugged her gradually cold body, crying desperately to the sky, but what was the use?

She had been humiliated to death by the beasts, and I later learned that they were the scouts of St. Lucas, scouting for the next decade-long war. Thus, my hatred for San Lucas began at this moment.

She brought me out of the darkness, she gave me purpose in life, but when that dream was at hand, when I was looking forward to spending my life with her, she was gone from me forever. I don't believe, I can't accept this cruel truth, why should someone as perfect as her be treated so cruelly by God?! I began to curse the heavens, blaspheme the Holy Spirit, and if they had any good intentions, they would not ignore all this and indifferently sit by as a spectator!

I lost my mind for a while, I remembered the dark magic I had been exposed to before, and it seemed to mention the miracle art that brought the dead back to life, and I felt that I had seen the light, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, I would not hesitate to sell my soul!

I went crazy looking for a way to resurrect people, I couldn't let her leave me like that, I put all my Knights on hold and focused all my energy on seeking this spell, thinking only about how to trick the Grim Reaper and bring her back to earth.

Finally, I found it.

Through a series of coincidences, I learned from a dark mage that the legendary demon gods of Alcatraz transcend death, they are not bound by life, and can resurrect dead creatures at will, and the so-called spell that brings the dead back to life may be nothing more than the caster summoning the demon gods of Alcatraz and signing a contract with them to grant their wishes.

Led by the mage, I carried Taylor's corpse to the gate that he said connected Alcatraz. It was a cave hidden in the northern peak, it seemed to be thousands of years old, and the structure of those buildings, the totems on the walls should not have come from human civilization, at least not from the current human race. The entrance to the cave is obscured by snow and weeds, and the light from above the cave seems to be summoned by the heavens, and ironically, in this seemingly sacred place, the worship of demons is enshrined. I don't know how the mage found out about this place, maybe he's a follower of some demon god.

I followed him deeper into the depths, and finally came to an altar that seemed to be performing some kind of ritual, and in front of me there was a large stone statue on the stone wall, which appeared to be the head of a human being. I wasn't interested in which demon god (or neither) it was, I just knew that the stone statue had always exuded a chilling aura.

The altar in front of me was made up of circles that were concave downward to form a ditch, as if it had been built to collect something.

I placed her body in the center of the circle of the altar, and she lay in front of me, quietly with her eyes closed, with a smile on her face, as if she had just fallen asleep, and one did not want to believe that she had died. In order to revive this sleeping face, I have decided to summon demons.

I asked the mage what to do next, and he said that in order for the demon god to die, he needed to sacrifice blood. Without hesitation, I pulled the dagger from my waist and slashed my palm, I could barely feel the pain, and what was my wound compared to the torture Taylor had endured? I put my hand on the altar and let the blood drip into the ditch of the altar.

The moment my blood touched the bottom of the ditch, the altar suddenly glowed, and my eyes lit up, and my heart burned with joy, but the glow flickered for a moment and then went out again.

I slammed the ground in a rage, snarling and asking the mage why, and the mage was so frightened by my rage that he backed away, insisting he didn't know anything about it. At this moment, the blood splattered from my severed palm fell into the ditch again, and the altar glowed again, and I knew the answer.

The mage seemed to have guessed something, and he ran out of the cave, and thanks to the spells I had been studying with the archbishop for nearly a year, I waved my hand into the air and created a barrier to block his retreat.

I've killed countless people in my life, and I don't usually remember the names or faces of the people I killed, but I will never forget the face of the mage before he died—he leaned against the transparent barrier and watched me approach him step by step, his eyes full of despair, reflecting a man I didn't know who exuded death. For the first time, I felt so alien to myself, and perhaps in his eyes, I had become a demon, and I had become the darkness I was about to summon.

I swung my sword and beheaded him, and despite his many evildoers during his lifetime, and despite the fact that he was a believer in the Demon God, I did not have the power to end his life at this moment, not to mention that he gave me a lot of help. His tumbling head stared wide on the ground, staring at me, the butcher, silently accusing me of betrayal and murder.

His blood flowed on the ground, to the altar, to the ditch, and slowly filled it. The altar filled with blood took on a pattern I had never seen before, and then the altar glowed, this time the light did not go out again, and finally there was a response after I sacrificed his life.

After the altar glowed, I began to chant the spell I had mastered to summon demons, and as I recited the incantation, the light from the altar began to shoot towards the stone statue on the wall, and when the incantation was finished, the stone statue began to shimmer. At that moment, everything suddenly began to shake, and the energy around it converged in a visible form above the stone statue. Then, the space tore apart, and a gap appeared out of thin air above the statue, and a purple pillar of light shot out of the gap, and the opposite side of the gap did not seem to be the other side of the ruins, but a different world than I had ever seen before - it was Alcatraz.

"That's ......" Although I had been mentally prepared before, I was still shocked by the scene in front of me.

Before I could calm down, the statue spoke: "Can you ask for a human being who has come to me?"

"You demon gods are said to be able to bring people back from the dead, and if you can resurrect my Taylor, I will accept anything!" I said to the statue.

"On what terms?"

"That's right, you can take my life at this time!"

"What is the use of human life, which is as low and vulnerable as ants?"

"And what do you want?" I asked, but the statue didn't answer, but the gap above it began to unleash a huge attraction, sucking in all the surrounding vegetation and stones, but Taylor, who was lying on the altar, didn't move a bit. I couldn't stand still, but I was sucked in, and I watched Taylor still lying peacefully on the ground, farther and farther away from me, when I suddenly felt a tingling in my heart, and then my eyes went black. When I opened my eyes again, I saw a blood-red sky and a barren landscape.

That's how I arrived at the legendary Alcatraz.

During my studies with the Knights, I learned that Alcatraz Island is located in the psychedelic ocean to the south, very close to the location of the legendary Sanctuary, and it is said that ships sailing near the island will be attracted by strange powers, and after entering the confines of Alcatraz, there is no news - no one can come back from Alcatraz alive, they all seem to have evaporated from the world out of thin air, leaving no clues.

However, looking at everything around me, feeling my abnormal breathing and heavy steps, I realized that the world had been blinded by appearances, thinking that this place must be an island in the middle of the ocean, but I had never thought about how the size of a small island could accommodate the huge number of demonic beasts that could conquer the world.

"Alcatraz" is not an island at all.

Alcatraz is a world, a plane like no other. And the so-called gate is the bridge that connects the two worlds.

I saw all sorts of monsters that I had never seen or heard of hovering in the blood-red sky, roaring over the cracked wilderness, snorkeling in the pitch black waters. I didn't know what the purpose of the unknown demon god was, but I failed at the thought that she was still lying on the cold altar, and that I was trapped in another world, not knowing how to go back or touching her face again.

Desperate, I roared at the eerily red sky, attracting the attention of many monsters. Come, come here, your meal is waiting for you to tear him to pieces, he has no love, he is full of evil, the last bit of conscience and kindness in his life is gone, perhaps, he has become your kind!

I have no memory of what happened next, it seems that that the memory has been erased, only that when I was surrounded by the monsters, a human figure came towards me......

When I awoke again, I lay down in front of the altar again, and the statue and the altar were no longer shining, the statue did not speak again, the gap in the air was gone, there was no blood in the ditch of the altar, and the body of the mage whom I had slain was gone. If I hadn't seen her still lying peacefully in that circle, I would have begun to suspect that everything was just a dream. Dreams, what happened is indeed as psychedelic as a dream, I don't know what reality is, haven't I been living in a deep nightmare since she left me?

I don't know what those monsters did to me, but my mind suddenly cleared up, and a lot of information and spells came to my mind that I didn't know before. I knew what I was supposed to do.

At that moment, it was as if I was no longer myself, as if all my actions were out of my control, and I had never heard of the mantra I had begun to chant. But when I decided to step into the darkness, when I cut off the head of that mage, didn't I give up my ego long ago?

As the spells burst out of my mouth, her body reacted to the spells, levitating, and halting in mid-air. Now it was clear that she was in the depths of the cave, but a strong wind began to gather under her from all directions, and it seemed that the wind was lifting her up. As I continued to chant the incantation, her body began to glow, and it began to slowly turn into a pale blue transparent state, like a ghost.

Is that her soul? Can I finally wake her up?

"You'll regret it!" suddenly sounded in my head for some reason.

"No, why should I regret it! She is so holy, but she is going to be humiliated to death by the wicked people of St. Lucas, she made me who I am, she is everything in my life, and it is my greatest wish to awaken her, how can I regret it? For this moment, I have given too much, I have given too much, and I have given up too much, and I will not take half a step back!"

The voice did not answer, and it never rang out again.

I continued the spell I had described with some force in my head, and as a burst of intense energy exploded around her, I realized it was over. I watched as her body changed from transparent to solid, slowly falling like petals, and the moment her body touched the ground, I saw that the ground seemed to turn into water, and a round of ripples spread, and then calm again.

I rushed up and hugged her body, just as I had been crying a few months ago when I had held her corpse, and it had been thanks to the potion I had received from the archbishop that her body had not been eroded by time.

I watched her pale face slowly regain its rosiness, felt her body warm again, and watched her slowly open her eyes in my arms like a baby who had just woken up from a long sleep.

I did it.

She sat up from my arms and looked blankly at everything around her, tilting her head stiffly and her eyes wide. I looked into her eyes, and I was stunned by a strange feeling, and a horrible thought began to occur in my mind, but I didn't trust my instincts at first.

It was the beginning of another nightmare, an even more horrific nightmare.

After I resurrected her, we went back to Lori together, and after the resurrection she seemed to have forgotten who she was and became unaware of me, and at the time I thought it was just a side effect of the temporary amnesia that she had just woken up from a long sleep, and didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that time would fix everything.

But it wasn't until she slashed open houses with her sword, when she slaughtered hundreds of civilians in a matter of moments, when she stabbed that sword into my heart, that I realized I was wrong.

When she pierced my heart with her sword, I realized what the demons had done to me that day—they had taken my heart.

She stared at me with her eyes and tilted her head, looking at me like a puppet, her sword slowly continuing to pierce in, but I felt no pain. If I don't have a heart, am I still a human being?

Now I looked into her eyes again, and I finally knew that whatever I had resurrected, when I looked into those eyes, that eye told me that it was not her anymore.

In order to prevent her from continuing to kill, I pounced on her and let her sword completely penetrate the place where my heart once was, and with tears in my eyes, I stabbed the great sword in my hand into her chest, watching the eyes that I didn't know gradually lose their light, feeling the body I knew become cold in my arms again, everything seemed to be back on the hillside of that day, and all I could do was watch her die in my arms again.

"Thank you......" A mysterious voice sounded in my head again, and I finally knew that she was the one who warned me that day!

"Ahhhh!!......h

Because of my efforts to kill the murderers of civilians, protect people, and my previous exploits, the Order and the Church soon promoted me to the rank of Deputy Master, and I was one step closer to her dream, and people began to worship me like a patron saint, but they did not know that the so-called "patron saint" they worshipped was the culprit of this incident, a murderous, soul-selling, treacherous, cruel, and heartless demon.

I didn't tell anyone what was going on, but the information about Alcatraz somehow got out, maybe they found traces of demons in Taylor's body, and they worshiped me even more as the "Demon Slayer Hero", but all this only made me more embarrassed.

After the incident subsided, news came from the kingdom of the death of the archbishop, who was said to have suffered an accident during Miller's studies, leaving only his son alone. I had met with the archbishop several times when he asked him for spells, but now I did not dare to meet him again, nor did I dare to show that I knew him, for fear that my betrayal of the Church and the summoning of demons would be shaken out.

I'm still a coward.

After more than two years, I finally became the head of the Order and fulfilled her dream, but she was long gone. This so-called regiment commander was bought in exchange for her life. I will not forget what the villains of St. Lucas did, and I will not forget the day that plunged me into darkness.

When the Church instructed me to assassinate the King of San Lucas, the faces of the beasts, her blood, resurfaced in front of me, and I took the task and swore to myself that I would take down the evil head of King San Lucas.

For revenge, I will not spare any villain, and no one will be able to stop me!