One Heroic Spirit responded to him.

The Branlitt lantern in Su Wen's hand also gradually brightened in the dark night.

In the end, it became a eulogy depicting the evolution of civilization in this island for thousands of years.

Now.

Look at those figures who are either chic or silent.

It's not just him.

It's not just the girl Philia who wiped away her tears.

Beyond the more distant Storm Exclusion Zone.

Every Navy soldier standing on the shore watching the storm go in lowered his gun.

After all.

The strands dissipated around Su Wen into a pale blue shimmering figure.

Most of them have long been engraved on the tombstones of Haiyu Cemetery.

'They' are gone.

'They' have never been forgotten.

Colonel Ulysses solemnly and solemnly said:

"Salute!"

With him taking the lead.

Smack.

All the soldiers stationed in the station completed the salute at the same time with respect.

Even Sidney is no exception.

He witnessed the future mentioned in Mr. Detective's words.

Meantime.

This scene will also be remembered by all those present.

But this oath that belongs to the 'afterglow of the lights' is not so worthy of praise in front of the believers of the abyss.

Ten meters from Suwen.

The patriarch of the Tide sect at the forefront.

He shook a huge figure covered in dark blue scales, and in his hand a huge axe rusted by the sea, he roared and rushed towards him:

"I don't care what you're doing.

Kevin, go die! ”

Look at this scene.

Su Wen sighed calmly and said:

"It's ugly."

He turned sideways.

But he didn't dodge the powerful blow with a backward step.

Opposite.

Su Wen greeted him with the glimmer of the lights around him.

Two fingers pinched the rusty axe.

Then.

The afterglow of the lights suddenly bloomed.

The ritual axe of the Transcendental Tide Sect disintegrated into fine powder in an instant.

Looking at Su Wen's calm and deep eyes, which were close at hand.

The patriarch really found out.

He was wrong.

Miss by a mile.

Fear crept through his body.

Will die!

Run!

Every mutated cell in his body was shouting this.

It's just that.

It's too late now.

The Abyss Apostle suddenly found that the air around him seemed to freeze.

Su Wen waved his right hand downward.

The mutant monster's heavy body fell to its knees in front of him.

"I didn't understand what loneliness and loneliness meant to human beings.

The postmodern master 'Sauron Kierkegaard', who wrote "Fear and Trembling", once said:

Looking for a truth that is true to me, looking for an idea for which I would like to live and die for it.

And he was after his death.

In the end, only one sentence was left in the epitaph:

It's a loner. ’”

Su Wen calmly continued:

"But now, I probably understand

for I saw them.

also became the grave keeper of this island. ”

[Achievement: Inherited from the Will of Haiyu]

[Achievement Description: When the sparks of all gather together, it is the day when the torch is inherited.] 】

Now.

Accompanied by a slightly cool, moist sea breeze from the South Pacific Ocean.

Su Wen looked at the monster in front of him with unsympathetic eyes and gave the final verdict:

"Don't be delusional about your gods.

I.

Kevin Ed.

Swear in the name of 'Afterfire'.

Even after you die, your filthy soul will never return to the abyss. ”

The dark blue glimmer condensed into a long sword in his hand.

Moment.

The blade of the sword slashed.

The monster in front of him burned in an instant in a light blue light.

Then.

Su Wen did not stop the movement in his hand.

Opposite.

He gracefully raised the sword, condensed by the glow of the lights.

The azure blade pointed at the myriad ugly distortions in front of him.

Instantly.

He moved.

The figure was so fast that the warships in the distance and the transcendents on the coastline could not see clearly.

A sword slashed.

Two abyssal aberrations were cut flat open.

Meantime.

Su Wen said to the Heroic Spirits:

"Maybe I'm not a noble person, but what you do.

I am sure that since 1,000 years ago, countless people have been redeemed. ”

A pale blue figure gracefully saluted Su Wen.

[Samoa, the fifth Storm Watcher, Edward Jasper, promises the 'Oath of Lights' and returns to the Sea of Silver]

Then.

His pace picked up even further.

Another sword swing.

"I won't forget the pale ale.

IF YOU WERE IN THIS DAY AND AGE, AS A BARTENDER, I COULD EVEN MAKE YOU A FREE GLASS OF 'FANTASIA VODKA', I THINK BALDWIN WOULD LOVE IT. ”

The bearded figure laughed and patted him on the shoulder.

Affirmation.

[Samoa, the twelfth coast watchman, Nathaniel Neil Baldwin, promises the 'Oath of Light' and returns to the Sea of Silver.] 】

Then.

Su Wen's figure walked through the battlefield.

He is the grave keeper of Haiyu.

It is also an extradilist who erases the regrets of the deceased.

So.

Every moment he swung his sword was accompanied by a heroic spirit happily leaving.

"Harry Monroe, in this day and age, human civilization has triumphed over the Black Death."

[Samoa, Twenty-Seventh Coast Watcher, Harry Monroe, Return.] 】

....

"Ian, the rest of the book, do you mind letting me finish it for you?"

[Samoa, Seventy-fifth Coast Watcher, Ian Martin, Return]

....。

Until the last figure.

"When I see these things.

I should have known.

I'm no longer a passer-by.

Anthony, your research is good enough to be included in the world's highest standard library. ”

"I understand."

The scholar smiled mildly and said:

"Take care of Phyllis for me."

[Samoa, the 112th coast watchman, Anthony Eleanor, promises the 'Oath of Lights' and returns to the Sea of Silver.] 】

At this time.

The Samoan archipelago in early autumn is surrounded by storm exclusion zones.

But the darkness could no longer hide the glimmer.

Su Wen stood not far from the white monument in the center of the cemetery.

Around him.

It was hundreds of abyss apostles of the Tide Sect who had fallen to the ground and had their breath cut off.

But none of that matters.

Slowly, he lifted the dark blue sword above his head as if with a thousand weights.

Moment.

The azure sword light tore through the air at a height of thousands of meters.

The lights are condensed.

For thousands of years, all watchmen have left their last will.

Turned into a force that shattered the storm.