……

"O little creature, light the way with fire, shape wisdom with courage, seek, seek, seek, only in this way can you see. That day was the prosperity of fire and the earth's sea. ”

……

An ethereal voice came out of his mind, and when Roshi opened his eyes, the fire on his body had turned into a faint blue point of light, and the burn marks were erased.

Roshi felt that his will was rising with the help of power, transcending everything in the world, and seeing everything that happened in every corner of the world under the boundary of time and space.

He saw the flames of war in the cities, the sea of light had gradually begun to seep through the walls of fire, and with the help of the troupe leader and his fellow theater people, the front line was still firmly supported, and the sea could not invade the land.

Another pure fire burned, blocking the blood-colored waters of the hotbed, and the Cult of God was rushing forward to serve as firewood to support the wall of fire to stop the confluence of the sea.

It's not over yet, it's even higher.

His vision even pierced through the boundary, and came to the broken world that the troupe leader called outside, between the countless empty islands, the dark blue "sea monster" boundary belt was fluctuating violently, rolling up a boundary storm in all directions.

Everything only happened for a very short time, and the next moment, it was all retracted, and Roshi blinked.

"Woo woo woo a

It contained a thick fury, and the oxidized black blood sprouted sharp blades from the scythe and slashed down towards Roshi.

Roshi subconsciously raised the muzzle of the gun.

Bang!

The sound of gunfire seemed to echo throughout the world, and the Hotbed of Origin was shattered in an instant, the filthy waters evaporated, and the deformed monsters were destroyed.

Magnificent blue flames fluttered, and there was also fire in Roshi's sapphire eyes.

This is, the will.

Is that even if it's reached? It seems so easy.

No, it's not simple.

Today, the component of this power is the intersection of sea and fire that spans countless years.

What was passed down by the predecessors fell on Roshi and Simaya, and finally completed the final ignition.

The two of them were only the last ones to hold the torch in both hands.

Roshi looked at the musket in his hand, it was Mahad's musket.

"Old man, you've got it."

Mahad didn't give Roshi any goal, didn't ask him to use this power to complete the mission, and the only thing he once expected of Roshi was simple, let him spread the fire.

Simple thoughts, the final bottom line, are also the foundation of this victory.

Putting the musket away, Roshi held the anchor with both hands and slowly accumulated.

Raging!

The blue flames centered on Rohi spiraled together, and blue sparks floated here from all directions, as if everyone had sent their thoughts.

The anchor was trembling, the blood and rust on it were swept in, the structure on it was changed more subtly, and the chains swayed for the most beautiful bell.

At this moment, the black tide came to a standstill.

The sea monsters were stunned, and their wild instincts were suppressed.

The fighters who fought were also attracted.

The voice of life, which can be heard by all life in the world, is woven into a grand symphony.

The Origin Hotbed was also stunned.

In his distorted face, a face that barely retained the contours of a human woman, tears could not help but flow from his cloudy eyes.

The will in his heart led Him to pounce on him and stop the vile usurper.

But His hand was loosened.

The scythe fell into the blood-colored waters, and he staggered and stretched out his hand to the beautiful blue fire flower in front of him, letting out a faint cry.

The chase is also the welcome.

Whew-

The anchor waved, and the flowers bloomed.

The hotbed of the Origin was burned out in flames, and the will buried deep in it had no chance of being separated, and was crushed by equal, if not more perfect, power.

Not the slightest sound was made.

……

The blood-colored waters receded and disappeared, and the deformed lives in them were also taken away. Such a mutilated life is not ready to face the world.

They should sleep, sleep forever, until life is complete, and they may be reborn in the depths of the ocean.

Cathedral of the Sun, the main entrance.

Roshi stood silently in place.

The light flashed on his body, and Simaya stepped out from behind him.

After glancing at each other, the two went in different directions.

Rohi carried a cluster of ashes and came to the cathedral.

"Thank you for sending the last spark. This last third torchbearer also includes you, the nameless chief. "Sprinkle the ashes in your hands on the Cathedral of the Sun.

Before you know it, the Cathedral of the Sun is on fire.

From now on, this decaying church should also usher in a new life.

Below the steps of the cathedral.

Simaya found a remnant half of the head, but the last half of the head was still being burned by the Flame of Perfection, and there was not much time left.

Simaya crouched down, gently picked up the skull, and brushed the remaining strands of white hair from the skull.

On the distorted face, the eye looked at Simaya in a daze.

"We succeeded, Mother. Just as you kept giving birth to us, you have lived up to the countless brothers and sisters you have abandoned. You are as deep and beautiful as the sea, and we are conceived from the sea and shine in the flames. ”

"Rest in peace."

Simaya whispered, reaching out to slowly cover the last sight of the head.

"Child...... Sub ......"

The broken mouth made a muffled sound, and finally everything was completely reduced to ashes and dispersed with the wind.

With her hands empty, Simaya couldn't help but look at her in front of her.

"It's over." Rosie unconsciously came to her and said to her.

Simaya came back to her senses and stood up, "Well, it's all over. ”

……

Whoop -

The black tide calmly disintegrated, and all the sea monsters retreated into the sea without any nostalgia, and all the warriors looked at this scene in amazement, not believing it.

They won.

The clouds cleared, the howling wind softened, and only a light rain soaked the land that had just experienced hardship.

The bright sunlight falls through the scattered clouds, giving the sea a new color and the earth warmth.

Soldiers and hunters cheered and celebrated.

Siren VI looked at this scene, surrounded by the excited soldiers around him, and couldn't help but smile on his stiff face.

The hunters had not yet noticed the pacification of the blood of the sea monster in their bodies.

The oceans will return to normal growth and evolution.

The sea monsters will shed their overgrown bodies and restore the terrifying abyss to a true breeding ground of life.

The cult of the flame will continue in human society, but the flame itself will no longer have extraordinary power.

In other words, the supernatural flames have completed their mission, and the remaining will in them has seen the end as they wished, and thus has been completely asleep.

Transcendent influences, with which time passes, become rarer.

Balance.

The evolution of life, the development of civilization, and the blossoming of wisdom will continue to develop in this world in the best balance.

This is the road that belongs to this world.

However, for the time being, it has nothing to do with the people who are now celebrating the victory of this tidal wave.

This long road will be shared by all life on land, sea and air, and will be passed on.

It's like an invisible fire.

The perfect will of the newborn does not belong to the fire, nor to the sea.

This should be a poem, a poem dedicated to all life in this world.

(End of chapter)