There are ruins everywhere, ruined cities and roads everywhere, barely a piece of intact land in sight, broken swords and burned houses stretching to the end of the view. This is a lost world, the ruins of a battlefield with no hope in sight.

"Woo, woo, woo......" In the ruins, Ulysses cried, and there was no one by his side, only scorching burn marks.

He wasn't crying for his loss into this world, even though he had found out a day earlier that he would never be able to leave this place, and that he might never be able to go back.

The reason why he cried so sadly, as if his heart was about to burst, was because he had lost one of the most important people to him before he was drawn into the world.

Yuffie, who and Yuria's frail mother, had taken tender care of their mother since childhood, leaving them and going to the side of the Most High God, never to return.

I can no longer see that gentle smile, I can no longer return to that warm embrace, the gentle mother who loved him and Yulia, and believed in God sincerely, has returned to the side of the Most High God.

I don't know where the light came from gently drifted down beside Ulysses, comforting him and giving him the last warmth.

"Why separate, why is it unfortunate?" Spreading his wings and floating beside Ulysses, Sora looked at the sad teenager, unable to understand why it had become like this.

She knew, knew that the one who had been burned was not Ulysses' real mother, the woman with her soft smile and the mutilated part of the Holy Book of Light, who had set off for a distant land.

There was indeed an aura of death and decay coming from her, but it was not to the point where she would die soon, and she should be able to stay with Ulysses for a few more years.

Perhaps, she also has unspeakable hardships, so she has to leave her children. At her funeral, Sora saw her looking at her child with sad eyes from a distant place.

As for Ulysses' father, it actually didn't exist in the first place. In Sora's eyes, it was just a puppet of the guardian knight created by divine magic.

The lonely wind blows, and here it is not the warriors who have come to this world to fight, but only the children who have lost their own mothers crying.

............ Yulia didn't cry, she was standing tall in the tree, looking down on the endless land. She knows better than anyone what she needs to do and how she needs to do it.

Become stronger, become stronger, so that she can protect the most important person and continue to be by her brother's side.

In order to qualify like that, she had to win the final victory and get a healthy body. To do this, she did not hesitate to give everything.

Mom is dead, and she is the only one left in my brother's relatives, so don't cry, absolutely don't cry.

Wiping away the wet stuff from her eyes, Yulia jumped off the tree and began to move into the distance.

............"Finally, here we are. Lara stood alone in the blood-colored wilderness, vague memories coming to her mind.

This is the battlefield where she fought, where she stepped on the corpses of countless people and won the final victory. However, by the time she had killed the last of her enemies and looked back, none of the figures she had fought with were gone.

This is her destiny, to keep moving forward and winning, until in the end there is only one way left that she must also win.

She must win, no matter what method she uses, she must also win in this final battleground, and then go and get back what she has lost.

This is not a garden used for trials in the past, this is a real battlefield where only one victor is allowed, and the rest is the final battlefield for the loser.

The one who is chosen by the sword, the one who chooses the sword himself, must decide the strongest here, the only king.

.................. The blood was spreading, and the corpses of hundreds of monsters were piled up into a hill more than ten meters high, and the young man in the bloody clothes intoxicated himself held the ghost sword in his hand and made a sound of satisfaction.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

It was the cry of the gods, the wind that summoned to kill, and after devouring countless lives and memories, the magic sword born on the battlefield happily descended on the final battlefield along with its chosen host.

"Let me look forward to it a little, the master of the other swords. "Those eyes of killing intent are no longer complete chaos. This means that the former boy is not only physical, but also mentally begins to move towards the real ghosts.

............ The sun was shining, the white gold was shining on the earth, and the golden princess stood proudly above the mountains, watching the sun rise from the horizon.

I won't be confused anymore. She wanted to win, and she wanted to understand once and for all what the strange mood was that was haunting her.

The answer can be found here, and this is the answer that the platinum holy sword in her hand told her. As long as she continues to win here and defeat all her enemies, then she can get the answers she wants.

As long as she becomes the strongest, as long as she ascends to the ultimate throne, then she can find what she wants.

She is the sun, she is the light, she is the strongest king, this is her will to carry it out to the end, leading her to the true path.

............ "Fighting, I hate it, I don't like it at all." Valphniel pursed her lips, and the green dragon's tail flicked behind her, flying straight into the air. If she could, she would have wanted to stay like this.

Unlike the previous battles, she felt a terrible smell here, a smell close to a natural enemy, which made her already timid even more uneasy. What's even more terrifying is that the bad feeling is very close to her, as if it is not far away.

"No, you have to run. Valphniel made what she thought was the right decision, and after transforming into the beautiful green maiden dragon form, she quickly flew away from the battlefield as fast as she could.

Sure enough, war or something, the most annoying.

............ And at the foot of the mountain, not far from Valphnir, the first decisive battle after the final battlefield was opened was nearing its end.

"Don't come, don't come!" the swordsman in dark purple armor frantically waved the purple lightsaber in his hand.

The Zihuang lightsaber, one of the ten swords that Ulysses had ever seen, suddenly burst out with incomparably brilliant dazzling starlight, and the overly concentrated light even formed one ring after another, illuminating the entire sky brightly.

In all the previous battles, the swordsman who traveled from the north to the south to challenge his limits relied on these countless stars to defeat all his opponents. He was lucky to be chosen by this starry sky sword with purple starlight and became a rare starry sky swordsman.

Contained in these starlights is the power of utter destruction. The breath of countless stars converged to form a dark purple ring. This brilliant deep purple color represents a great disaster.

However, these countless stars representing disaster could not stop a hand, a soft and snow-white hand.

With just a flick, all of these countless starlights exploded, turning into hundreds of millions of star chips.

"What are you! You don't use a sword at all!" The Starry Sky Swordsman, who had also cooperated with other chosen ones once by chance before coming to this final battlefield, looked at the female surname in front of him with frightened eyes, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble violently.

Strong, too strong! so strong that he has the power to destroy the stars in a single move, how can such a person be a chosen one like him. It would be a foul to let such a person appear on this battlefield.

There was no fluctuation in the cyan eyes, and the female surname who had destroyed all the starlight with one hand took another step forward, so powerful that the overwhelming coercion almost flattened the body of the starry sky swordsman.

"Don't underestimate me!" The starry sky swordsman who was cornered raised the purple light sword in his hand high, and his whole body erupted with cold purple stars.

Zihuang Lightsaber - represents "starry sky" and "disaster", it is a cursed ominous sword, and the more you use it, the more you can feel that terrible power. Even though the constant use of this power would bring misfortune to himself, it was the only hope for him, who had been stagnant in front of the barrier of the seventh level for many years and could not see any hope.

He didn't care why he was chosen, or the bloody battles to be fought in this strange world. For him who is bent on breaking through his limits and wanting to go to a higher realm, this strange world, this terrible magic sword is already his last hope.

He didn't want to lose, let alone give up, even if he wanted to die, he would be crushed to pieces with this Zihuang lightsaber that brought him strength.

The light that exploded like a supernova suddenly lit up, which was a testament to the power of the Zihuang lightsaber and the user's explosion together, and the phenomenon of the ominous evil star unleashing all of its terrible disaster power.

The purple star marks began to frantically erode the woman's body, devouring her vitality.

The beautiful woman with her long azure hair frowned, then raised her right hand, and a huge shadow appeared behind her.

Then, a giant claw fell. In front of this terrifying giant claw, the Starry Sky Swordsman, who had reached an unprecedentedly powerful realm by relying on the power of the Zihuang lightsaber, was pinched and exploded.

The purple lightsaber that shone with purple starlight eclipsed and disappeared into thin air.

"Ding!" A transparent purple crystal fell from where the Zihuang lightsaber disappeared, and then was picked up by the female surname who was the victor and ate it in one go.

"Goo. A comfortable sound came from her throat, and the woman smiled contentedly, stroking her belly before turning to look for new prey.

On the first day of the final battleground, the wielder of the Zihuang lightsaber fell at the foot of the Lost Mountains.

(To be continued)