"Brother......

Douglas shouted softly, the sword in his hand not shaking in the slightest.

His eyes were resolute, and there was a stubbornness in his eyes. By this time, it was too late to say anything, and there were a lot of dead people who deserved and didn't deserve to die, and both of them had been driven to a dead end.

A once-in-a-century duel of roses, a way to rise that subverts power, and buries three marquis of the kingdom of Io and a group of noble heirs.

The second commander of the city guard, the envoy of the distant empire, and the little prince, all of whom were big men who could make the land tremble with a single stomp of their feet, were now lying in a miserable death in the rose forest. Even if the two of them were the sons of Duke Adams, one of the three dukes of the kingdom, they didn't have the corresponding chips in their hands when they walked out of the Rose Forest, and all that awaited them was death.

Kaitahn shook his head slightly, his whole body suddenly rushed forward, and the pitch-black iron sword in his hand slashed towards Douglas mercilessly, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk nonsense, let's end it here!" ”

Its sword is like a black dragon, and its momentum is like a rainbow.

This smear in Kaitarn's hands seems to be able to cut off everything, cut off more than ten years of family affection, and cut off the last contact between the two.

Douglas looked solemn, and he didn't have any reason to be distracted in the face of such a sword. The experience of learning martial arts and swords since he was a child made him wave his sword without hesitation, and his experience had already turned into instinct, he knew that his brother's sword could not be dodged, otherwise he would be defeated and eventually defeated.

The battle between black and white, two swords, two sword-bearers and everything that stood behind them, ended in such a twilight.

The pitch-black sword of iron cleaved into countless fragments scattered on the altar, and Kaitarn fell powerlessly, the Papal sword held by Douglas stuck in his abdomen.

Of course, the Pope's sword had been taken off, and the young brother looked blankly at the equally young brother lying on the ground, the stubbornness in his eyes had long since dissipated, leaving only the confusion and confusion that he couldn't figure out, and finally was swallowed up by the sadness that welled up from the bottom of his heart.

The Adams family's iron sword is the same age as the Addams family, and the first generation of parents is holding this iron sword to follow the original King Io and the Pope of Light to lay down the splendid mountains and rivers of this half of the continent. In battle after battle, the name of the Iron Sword resounded throughout the continent, it was an incomparably sharp sword, and any sword that rivaled it would be ruthlessly cut off.

When the first generation of parents died, such a legendary sword naturally became a token of the Addams family, and in the years that followed, it was fed with the blood of the Addams family and the family's enemies, and finally shattered in Kaitarn's hands and became a pile of scrap metal.

The invincible iron sword was defeated by a papal sword that was more formal than substantial, and the brothers in the ancient family were on the wall, and the elder brother and younger brother who were supposed to be proud of themselves were finally killed and wounded.

Like countless bloody plots unfolding, Ketarn Adams failed to complete the countless slashing moves that he had practiced since he was a child and had formed muscle memory at the last moment, and he stopped everything abruptly, and he relented.

Kaitahn struggled to keep his eyes wide open, trying to see his brother's face one last time, as if it never seemed to grow up.

Darkness engulfed the eyes, and consciousness fell silent.

No one knew that Kaitahn had finally seen Douglas not, and he died without saying anything.

"Brother?" Douglas's voice was hoarse, and he stretched out his slightly trembling hands to heal the bloodied wound, and he watched the last rays of light in Kaitahn's eyes dissipate.

"Brother... Elder brother! Elder brother! Brother ......"

Strong emotions filled the whole body, every cell of the body seemed to be screaming, at this moment Douglas had forgotten everything, and his eyes only had this brother Keitane Adams, who had grown up with him since childhood.

A few tears of crystal tears rolled down his cheeks and fell on the altar, and he looked at his brother's remains in a daze.

He suddenly remembered a passage in which he had been walking in the market praising Kaitarn before he was eighteen years old:

"Katarn Adams of House Addams is one of the finest young men in the entire kingdom of Io, a true knight who is upright and impartial, and does not divide commoners from nobles. He used his money to save the victims of the famine, he drew his sword for the people in the conflict between the nobles and the commoners, and he went into the bandit village with great courage and perseverance. Before the age of eighteen, perhaps Kaitarn Adams still represented the interests of the nobility, and everything was not clean, but what he did was to save many commoners."

After the age of eighteen, Douglas did not know.

Because by then, the two brothers had already gone their separate ways.

Whether Kaitarn is still like this after the age of eighteen or has become an adult, Douglas does not know, and now he sees Kaitarn as his older brother.

There was silence in the audience, it was like the last scene of a grand stage play, and everyone under the holy stage did not say a word, silently watching the birth of this new upstart of the kingdom who killed his brother.

The sun had set, the night had covered the earth, the moon was pouring down, and the entire altar was covered with a layer of silver light.

Douglas felt his will be depressed, and he was a little confused. After one last glance at the pale Kaitane in his arms, he finally lowered him down and pulled out the Papal Sword, which also glittered in the moonlight.

He looked around at everyone with his sword, looked at the scattered faces of people under the holy platform, and smiled sadly.

Finally, the direction of his sword rested on Nancy Hobbes.

The sadness in Douglas's pale blue pupils had not yet dissipated, the killing intent in his eyes flashed away, and the papal sword was slowly returned to its sheath.

"Whew-"

He took a deep breath, bent down to pluck the proud white rose on the ground under the gaze of everyone, bowed slightly to Nanxi, and said, "Miss Hobbes, I picked the rose for you." ”

Nanxi was slim, wearing a long black dress and top hat in the moonlight, she looked solemn and solemn in the moonlight, and she did not look like the daughter of a duke at this time.

The moonlight cast a light veil over her, and she looked softly at the altar.

Douglas didn't say anything more, he waited quietly for Nancy Hobbes' reply. The thorns on the rhizome of the white rose in his hand had already sunk into the flesh, but Douglas's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and beads of blood dripped onto the altar.

He saw Nancy's small mouth move slightly, she should have said something, but the two were too far away, and Nancy said too quietly.

Maybe only Nancy herself could hear it, Douglas thought.

Time passed minute by minute, Ning He on the side held his breath and concentrated, at this moment he seemed to be in a cutscene, waiting for the destined ending.

Zhu Yaotang beside him didn't move, and he was also waiting for the result.

Finally, Nancy pursed her lips slightly and returned the salute to Douglas, smiling.

"It is my pleasure, Mr. Douglas Adams from the Addams family."

Douglas looked at the smile that suppressed the entire rose forest, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while, and in the end, everything could only turn into a somewhat stiff smile in response.

Nancy carried her black skirt over the bodies of the royal and clerical powers, took Douglas's outstretched hand on the edge of the altar, and jumped lightly onto the altar.

The two slowly walked to the center of the Holy Stage, and Nancy raised Douglas's right hand in the direction of Gaspar Bello and Celine Weiner, and said in a clear voice: "Douglas Adams, as the winner of the final Rose Duel, will be me, Nancy Hobbes, and the husband of the next successor to the Duke of Hobbes." At this moment, Gaspar Bello, son of the Duke of Bello, and Celine Weiner, daughter of the Marquis of Weiner, and all of them present bear witness that the Holy Altar is below, and may the God of Light bless us. ”

Nancy gently let go of Douglas's hand, clasped his hands together and closed his eyes, muttering obscure prayers in his mouth.

Gaspar and Celine in the audience bowed almost at the same time, their expressions solemn and solemn, and they would be witnesses to this duel.

Ning He and Zhu Yaotang looked at each other, and Ning He felt a little dizzy.

"Finished?"

Zhu Yaotang nodded and said, "It should be over." ”

As he spoke, he looked down at the Star Bracelet, and the picture on the bracelet had indeed changed.

Seeing this, Ning He made the same move.

[Player's Name: Ning He.] 】

[Number of Star Crown Fragments Owned: 0.] 】

[Storyline cracked: 0%. 】

[World Level: 1.] 】

[Ability: Vision.] 】

[Number of resurrections: 3.] 】

——

[World Sequence: One.] 】

[Affiliation: Io's Kingdom, Church of Light, Douglas Adams.] 】

[World Key Patchwork: 100% (Complete)] 】

He was pleasantly surprised to see the completion of the last column of data, and a pop-up window appeared at the top of the horizon almost at the same time:

[Have you started piecing together the world key?] Yes / No]

Ning He took a deep breath and glanced at Zhu Yaotang, and the two of them clicked the "yes" option at the same time.

The moonlight, which originally looked like a light veil and a thin face, suddenly became solemn, and under the surprised gazes of the others, a river of moonlight flowed down from the holy platform.

On the altar, except for Douglas and Nancy, the rest of the corpses and wreckage sank into the flowing moonlight.

Ning He and Zhu Yaotang's feet naturally formed a depression, and the flowing moonlight collected all the corpses and things that did not belong here, and finally these crystalline flowing water condensed under the feet of the two of them, condensing into two objects.

An iron sword and a milky white crystal with a chain strung together.

A sword and a necklace.

Zhu Yaotang squatted down and picked up the intact iron sword and swung it towards the void. Ning He put the necklace in the palm of his hand, and his body and mind felt as if he was being blown by the gentle wind, and his whole body was comfortable.

The eyes of the two lit up almost at the same time, and they stared at the sword and necklace in their hands, and a string of messages appeared:

【Heart of Faith】

[Category: Necklace, World Key Representation.] 】

[Effect: Boosts the spirit and reduces the consumption of mental abilities. 】

[Notes: A gem that embodies the power of the faith of a large number of devout believers.] 】

......

【Iron Sword】

[Category: Sword, World Key Image.] 】

[Effect: Slash Iron.] 】

[Note: The sword is ruthless and people are affectionate, and the sword is unmatched and people are lacking.] 】

"Ding Dong!"

After the two of them finished reading the items and met, a prompt sound sounded in their ears at the same time.

[Do you use the World Key to go to World Two?] Yes / No]

Zhu Yaotang turned his head to look at Ning He, who shook his head slightly at him and chose no.