Calendar 1988, December.

The Kingdom of Bogle is a small island nation located on the Bogle archipelago, and although it is attached to the ancient and powerful magical empire of Osland, their kings have advocated peace and opposed unnecessary wars and invasions, and have not been as bloodthirsty and murderous as Osland's long history has been. The people who live here enjoy a peaceful and peaceful life, and even though the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere outside, it is still quiet, like one of the few paradises in the world, away from strife, hatred, killing, and blood.

The palace of the Bogle is built on a high mountain in the center of the island, surrounded by hard and rigid gray walls along the undulating ridgeline, and the lavish buildings completely surrounded by the walls are scattered throughout the mountains, either majestic or delicate. Under the clear night sky, the candles in the temple flickered like a slowly lit galaxy. The closer you get to the heights of the mountains, the more magnificent and solemn the style of the building becomes, and there is an awe-inspiring royal atmosphere.

The great King Bogle lived in a splendid palace made of white marble at the highest point of the mountain, and huge cylindrical stone pillars rose from the ground around the palace. The stone pillars are carved with various reliefs that are extremely complex and exquisite, and the lines are smooth and charming. In the clear moonlight, there is a kind of quaint atmosphere that has slowly settled down over the years, and the cold marble surface is filled with a faint halo, and if you look down from the sky, you will be surprised to find that the whole palace seems to be a jewel set on the peak of a huge mountain range, a brilliant and magnificent jewel.

Compared with this ancient and magnificent palace, the other buildings in the palace of Bogur are paled, and the only thing that can barely be compared to it is the three towers that rise around it, and the exterior walls made of black rock are completely integrated with the night, as if three black swords fell from the sky, piercing straight into the palace around the palace, with a solid triangle to enclose this majestic palace in the middle, as if three solemn knights from heaven, standing quietly in the lonely night, silently guarding the palace behind them as bright as a jewel—The King's Bedchamber.

On the top floor of a tall tower on the side of the palace, Colonel Lucis lay on a large, soft couch, the bright moonlight flowing in like mercury through the clear glass window, casting a hazy halo over his unusually tough face. His breathing was even and deep, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his expression was calm and indifferent, and even on his face covered with flesh, it was rare to detect a trace of warmth, and he seemed to have a dream, a dream that was extremely wonderful......

Outside the window, the night was silent and deep, and the kingdom of Bogul, which was close to the early hours of the morning, exuded a cold atmosphere. The cool breeze blowing from the vast sea level permeated every corner of the kingdom, and the empty streets, silent forests, and darkened buildings exuded a deep and desolate silence in the watery night.

Only the stars reflected in the sea that had firmly enveloped the kingdom......

and the terrifying monster that struggled out of the chaotic dark fog at the end of the sky and sea, a scarlet eerie glow in the blurred and cold metallic texture......

Lights up the night at the same time......

As if to foreshadow the killing to come......

The melodious sound of the bell pierced the night sky abruptly, one after the other, long but urgent......

The moon hanging high above the wall of heaven was somehow covered by the crazy surging dark clouds, and the thick clouds completely blocked the original bright moonlight, and the whole heaven and earth fell into a thick and viscous darkness; the wind with the salty smell of the sea did not know when it became stronger, and when it blew through the lush forest, it actually blew the branches and leaves with a rustling sound, which was huge and mysterious; one after another, cold and scarlet fluorescent lights densely lit up from the distant sea level, as if stubbornly trying to light up the night that was getting thicker and thicker......

That's the steel war horse galloping on the sea-[Wave Chaser]!

Lucis suddenly opened his eyes in the dark, and there was still a faint warmth on his tough face, but his tense nerves had fully brought out his original coldness. It even makes people have a strange illusion, the sleeping face with a hint of warmth just now does not belong to the cold and deep man in front of him, his face has always been like an alert beast, calm and arrogant.

His expression looking into the distance gradually became solemn, his long narrow eyes were revealed from the broken hair scattered on his forehead, and the light blue pupils reflected the flames that almost lit up the night sky, and the dense flames flew from the end of the distant sky and sea with a long tongue of fire, like countless meteors falling from the sky, detaching from their original trajectory and falling into the territory of the peaceful Bogle Kingdom.

"Enemy ...... Enemy attack!" The young soldier stood at the top of the high watchtower along the coast, waving the stakes that lay in mid-air, and kept striking a huge bronze ancient bell hanging at the top of the watchtower, which pierced the night sky and rippled in the dark and quiet night, while watching the huge fireball gradually approaching him, the scorching air rushing towards his face, as if it had instantly ignited the air around him, the suffocating heat wave rushed into his lungs along his breath, his chest seemed to burst open, and the sharp pain rushed madly into the depths of his mind, devouring his remaining consciousness with impunityBut there was still not the slightest fear or despair in his countenance, and his tense face maintained a very calm and peaceful. This is what he can do as a soldier, and this is what he should do as a soldier, stick to his post, and ring the bell even once more at the last moment before he dies, maybe it will bring a little more hope to the beautiful kingdom behind him.

The explosion of flames roared and drifted into the distance with a groaning bell......

It was not destined to be a peaceful night, and from the moment the first fireball fell, the destruction of the Kingdom of Bogle began......

Lucis turned and pushed open the door to the top floor of the tower, and the cold winter wind swept in, blowing the slightly pale hair on his temples, adding a touch of vicissitudes to his resolute countenance, and he jumped from the top of the tower without the slightest hesitation.

Aside from the frantic tossing hem of his clothes as he fell freely, Lucis was like a goshawk that had fallen quietly, barely perceptible to any of his breath under the cover of the night. When he fell to the ground, his toes hit the ground first, and then his whole body quickly compressed into an extremely strange posture along the inertia, and his extremely contracted body suddenly stretched out in the next second, and the power accumulated when he fell was instantly released, and his body ejected like a sharp arrow from the string, leaving a faint afterimage in the air, flying towards the jewel-like palace in front of him.

Lucis landed silently on the last white marble steps outside the palace, just about to step into the palace...... Suddenly, his pupils constricted instantly, cold sweat involuntarily seeped out of his back, and even his breathing began to become rapid and disordered, and an unprecedented fear was silently enveloped from the sky like a huge and dense net......

Lucis's face turned a complete dead gray little by little, he leaned back against the thick stone pillar beside him and gasped quietly, his calm and sharp eyes turned into chaos at this moment, as if he had lost focus and soul, his heart rose and fell violently in his chest, as if trying to resist the inexplicable and expanding fear in his heart.

It was a feeling he had never felt before, the powerful and terrifying aura that overflowed from the palace seemed to be a violently tumbling whirlpool, not a small whirlpool that was inconspicuous on the sea level, but the largest, most terrifying, as if it enveloped the entire sea, and he was a flat boat on this sea, which would be overturned by the waves at any moment, torn apart by the wind, and then dragged into the dark abyss.

It was a huge and extremely violent soul power, like a turbulent and tumbling waves, and like a violent thunder and lightning like the end of the world, as if the whole world was falling apart in Lucis's eyes, he tried to calm himself down, but in the face of such suffocating and desperate soul power, just standing seemed to have used up almost all of his strength.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? There is such an outrageously powerful soul power in the world, what is it...... Who is it, and why is it in the king's ......? In the palace?" His heart seemed to burst out of his chest, and the outline of his stiff features was twisted like a demon at this moment.

The abyssal fear did not disappear with the loss of the terrifying soul power, and Lucis remained mired in a mire-like despair, unable to extricate himself until the soldiers who had come to report the news shouted from afar......

"Enemy attack, enemy attack ......"

Before dawn, in what should have been darker than midnight, the beautiful kingdom of Bogur was drowned in a dazzling light...... Flames, flames all over the sky are like groups of hideous and terrifying red beasts, they are crazy and greedy to devour this rich and peaceful land, the fire light they emit from burning renders the sky into a strange crimson color, and the thick black smoke rolls between the sky and the sea, and it does not disperse for a long time.

In addition to the beastly flames, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the splatters of blood splattered prominently in every corner of the land, and the wide streets and delicate statues, the lush ancient trees and the swaying grass were stained with a bright red hot liquid. More and more blood slowly gathered, and then slowly flowed along the cracked crevices of the old bluestone streets, and the word "rivers of blood" was used here more than just to describe it. If you look down from the sky, you will find that the rivers of blood that continue to spread outward seem to be the veins of the island, firmly enveloping the entire Bogur Kingdom.

Under the reflection of the firelight in the sky, the entire sky and sea seemed to be filled with this blood-drenched color, as if the purgatory that should have belonged to the underworld was burning and gradually rising from under the rough sea.

In the blood-drenched firelight were lightning staggered figures, all wrapped in pitch-black robes and black hoods, like a group of ghosts that emerged silently from the night, their faces hidden under the hoods were also glowing with cold shattered light, and they held cold blades in their hands, mercilessly plundering one fresh and fearful soul after another. Whether it was the soldiers who rushed to meet the enemy at the sound of the bells, or the civilians who ran away from their homes, or even the animals that were lost on the side of the road, they all became the ghosts of their blades, and the blood slowly dripped down the glittering blades. Screams, groans, and shouts came and went behind them, mingling with the dull and cold sound of the metal blade cutting flesh, forming a poignant death concerto that echoed in the sky above Bogur with great sadness.

This Eden-like kingdom turned into a human purgatory in an instant, and those shrouded in black robes seemed to be the most evil ghosts who escaped from purgatory, they were greedy, bloodthirsty, and violent, they had no mercy, and they would not move, but they kept raising and falling with knives, mechanically harvesting all the lives in their path, and they did not even stop for a second to look at the souls under the knives. It seems that killing has become a habit for them...... However, behind their black robes, which were frantically curled in the wind, were embroidered with a conspicuous gold-painted cross, which was a sacred totem that they had claimed to be God's servants on earth, and that they existed to guide people out of the sea of suffering on behalf of God......

People had been looking forward to their coming, waiting for their guidance......

However......

However, when they really came, they did not bring God's blessings or guidance, but endless bloody rain and terrible sorrows in the sky......

The so-called gods...... After all, it's no different from the devil......

Lucis stood silently in the empty hall, his face still shrouded in gloom, the fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow still firmly wrapped in his beating heart, and the cold feeling that hung silently and without warning always lingered beside him, eating away at his will. He shook his somewhat drowsy head vigorously, deliberately trying to suppress the fear that kept pouring out, his trembling gaze struggled to fall on the familiar and old face not far away, now he didn't have much time to experience the ultimate fear of invading his soul, and the moment was ......

"...... King," Lucis's deep voice still had a faint trill, breaking the dead silence in the hall.

"Isn't it begin?" the aged King Bogur, still with his eyes down, his messy white hair on his head, his sunken eye sockets covered with fine folds, he was a little unable to stand his aging body from the delicate throne, and he interrupted Lucis's vaguely organized words as he tried to suppress his fear.

Lucis looked at the once majestic and heroic figure from afar, but now so old, that he didn't know how to answer, and silence once again enveloped the empty but splendid palace.

"It's the Holy Cult of Cesslia, right?" I don't know how long it took for the old man to finally stand up straight in front of the throne, his weak voice breaking the silence again, echoing in the depths of the palace with a faint sadness, "I know...... I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, so ...... I won't welcome demons into my home under any circumstances...... No matter how holy they may pretend, they will never be able to hide their ugly and greedy souls......"

"Wang ...... They have surrounded the entire Bogur Islands, and the strength of our army is too far from theirs......" Lucis interrupted the old man on the throne for the first time, "I have mobilized the last elite troops to wait outside the palace, the west gate of the palace is the most precipitous, we can fight a bloody road from there, and then go north......"

"That's it......," the old man sighed low from the throne, "what if I have killed my blood, and what if I save my old life...... The kingdom is about to perish, and as a king, what face do I have to continue to linger......"

"But, the king," Lucis ...... anxious.

"Do you remember, Lucis, you were my student back then......" The old man's empty eyes flashed a little glint in front of him, and the past seemed to flow in front of him, and before he knew it, it seemed that he had returned to that good old age, "You...... Remember?"

"Remember, remember, genus...... Students remember. Lucis tried to suppress the tears that had accumulated in his eyes.

"Then you must also remember that I used to be an invincible warrior, I told you......" The old man's blazing eyes fell on the outside of the main hall, and under the night of gunsmoke and fire, "the fate of the warrior...... On the battlefield!"

"But you're already ...... O king, I have lost your ......"

"No, there is something more important than life in this world......" The old man's mental state seemed to suddenly return to the vigor of his youth, his voice was low, but it was as deafening as thunder, "the dignity of the king, the glory of the warrior, neither of them is worth my betrayal." ”

"Remember what I entrusted you?" the old man turned slowly, walking towards the back of the throne.

"Student remember!" Lucis nodded heavily.

"That's the only thing worth guarding in the current Bogur Kingdom!" The old man slowly pulled out a black iron heavy sword located behind the throne, he turned around, clenched the black iron heavy sword in his hand, and stepped down from the throne step by step, his voice was as cold as iron, like a dagger constantly piercing Lucis's heart, "You are my proudest student, and the most gifted student, you know what you have to do now, go ahead, protect it, and protect your ...... Heart!"

The old man's withered body dragged his heavy sword past Lucis, stepping on the battlefield in front of him!

......In the end, Lucis didn't say anything, just silently stared at the last figure of the great king in front of him, and the black shadow he projected on the ground stretched into the distance in the empty hall, tall and majestic, like a bloody god of war.

The heavy doors of the main hall were slowly pushed open...... The wind around him seemed to rush into the empty hall at once, and the winter-like chill made Lucis's whole body tremble, and the last voice of the old man came to his ears as the wind howled......

"Remember! Never bow to the devil! This is the dignity of a warrior! It is also the dignity of the people of Bogur!"