Filled with praise and encouragement, tell him: "Come on, I had to convince everyone to get this, don't die... Can you come to Valhalla in the future?" "I will." Avia raised his head calmly and smiled. Then, he walked towards the battlefield that was getting closer and closer in the distance, and the Eternal City shrouded in endless smoke and fire. Above Avia, a storm arose out of nowhere, and strong winds swept in. Thunderbolts streaked across the clouds, striking down soul-shaking thunder and roaring loudly. Just like that, the glory of the Nordic almighty authority appeared in the darkness, in the smile, in the expectation, in the blessing, above the person who never looked back. At this moment, endless thunder and dark clouds wrapped around Avia's body, shrinking inward and turning into a solemn crown. At the same time, along with this power, Typhon, who was originally in an illusion, also got rid of the illusion and woke up again.
Now, in the dim world, it seemed that only thunder was echoing, as if the darkness had also been swallowed up. A vast torrent of fire and ice swirled above the thunder, and in the eight divine realms that had already passed away, it transformed into countless crowns with the help of the branches of the World Tree, Yggdrasil, and shrouded his head. As his will operated, it cast a cold and tyrannical light. Then, the red sun and the cold moon reappeared. From his eyes, from the power of fire and ice. The Germanic and Norse mythology, which shared Europe equally with the Greco-Roman pantheon, saw the end of the Age of Gods around 1000 BC. It reverberated through the sealed-off world, displaying the glory of the mythology to a world caught in an illusion. This is the tragedy and karma that revolves in the wild and primitive power, born from the harsh environment of the icy and snowy northern border, and ends with the burning of everything. It is the embodiment of all power in the grand myth. Even with the end of Ragnarok, there is no disharmony at all, because this is a natural change in the Nordic land. One generation passes and another generation comes, but protection lasts forever. 162: In the Boundless Glory, the Only Dark Road (6k) The Eternal City, Rome is roaring. This is a literal description. Many people in the city of Rome roared in anger and rushed desperately towards the Huns who brought blood to the sacred land. They would have done the same even without this illusion that deceived the world. "kill him!" "He's a devil!" Countless hideous and vicious faces said so. Therefore, all the chaotic human voices were covered by the thunder that was like the collapse of heaven and earth, a real collapse of heaven and earth. Lines of ice and fire appeared in the dark sky, and as lightning struck, a strong wind swept in. When corpses fell to the ground one after another, there seemed to be lingering resentment in countless eyes. "It's time to stop now." The silver-haired young man raised his head, ignoring the sea of blood beneath his feet, and whispered to the countless twisted souls surrounding him in front of him, "If we look back at the sinners in the past, there are countless sins. There are many kinds of sins, such as deceiving others, framing others, being jealous of others, and taking lives. These are all evils that only humans can bear."
No one responded, but when the young man took a step forward, a brilliant heat rose from the sky above Rome, so dazzling. No matter who it is, that animal nature is in their heart, whether you believe it or not, it is the same. For the sake of their own interests, they will not hesitate to trample on others, and will not hesitate to despise those who they think are of lower status than themselves. They will not dirty their hands, but will only hurt the hearts of those related to them. What they gain from this is a small vanity and self-satisfaction. It seems that countless people exist just for such insignificant rewards. Naturally, a little hatred will arise, but it will not be killed, because the consequences of this hatred are not worth killing, so it can continue to survive lazily. There are very few unique villains in the world. There are just people who follow their instincts and continue to sing the praises of their lives as a matter of course. Moreover, from the perspective of the world, no matter what happens in the future, the future of the world will not change because of the life and death of some insignificant people. If such people survive, the humans related to them will continue to suffer some harm, but if they die, that's it. Knowing the truth but letting it deteriorate until it was too late, who is responsible? Of course, no one is responsible. But just because of this, should we just watch someone die without helping? "it is ready." he said softly. "Who can say that they have never fallen? So, leave everything to me now. Everything you have belongs only to you." The roaring people of the Holy City fell into silence, except that they instinctively shed tears and cried out loudly. "I told you, we are the same." He said, "You should have returned to the human world in human form—" Behind him, at the deepest part of the many powers, the branches of the World Tree drooped down, cleansing the wandering fallen souls. In the compassionate darkness, they were all dissolved, and all that was left was pure light, washing away the pollution and returning to their original appearance. "So, let me kill you." The Demon Sword, True World, swept across the city of Rome, spreading inch by inch, bringing endless blood but also leaving behind the light of salvation. In the already dark Eternal City, the smiling marble statue glowed with a faint silvery sheen under the light. Avia looked at the Pope's Hall in front of him and then walked towards it. "It's so beautiful." "Yes." The man nodded and continued to speak to Typhon: "After all, this is a collection of human spirituality, so there is a lot of beauty. You can go and see more of it in the future." "Good people should be happy, and fair people should be rewarded. This is how the human world should be. If it is not like this now, I hope it will be like this in the future... because humans have always been like this, realizing their ideals little by little." One day, I hope we can realize a just and kind world. Hearing this solemn declaration, Typhon was speechless, as she thought it was an ideal that could never be achieved. I think this is an empty fantasy that sounds nice but is unrealistic.
She really thought so, and it should be easy to shrug it off, but for some reason, she just couldn't say it. Because Typhon understood, and Avia actually knew this too. The moment he entered Rome, Avia understood that this Rome was not the Rome in the mortal world, but a place created by Kiara using an ability similar to an inherent barrier in the human spiritual realm. Simply put, Kiara used Ate's ability to coexist with human spirits, so that anyone who steps into Rome now will instantly step into a spiritual realm that belongs only to her. Typhon wanted to say something more, but the next moment, the blood-red world was filled with boundless light, and she and Avia were on the only, narrow, dark and dangerous road. When she came to her senses, she saw another person in front of Taizulong. She subconsciously resisted the urge to run away. "How ugly." Kiara sneered, "Another copycat like Francesca." For Qihuang, who already knew Francesca's true nature, although she could not see Novia's face clearly in the illusion, she felt a similar feeling from Avia in front of her. However, she did not think that they were the same person. She just felt that it was a "non-human" person who imitated Francesca at some point in time. "Francesca... As expected, you have read the Ralye Scroll and used it." "Indeed, that's why!" The savior spread his arms, "The planet will usher in the apocalypse of the end, and once again welcome the Garden of Eden where humans are supposed to live!" That demonic voice echoed between heaven and earth and flew into the distance. Towards the realm beyond the planet, echoing among the stars. The man saw that the existence called the Alien God was roaring and casting countless shadows over the starry sky. Towards the moon and the earth, it does not conceal its desires at all, it proclaims its own terror and displays the glory of chaos. And just as he imagined the worst case scenario, the planet, deceived by the savior, completely gave up its preparation for resistance and could only be suppressed and stopped by the Moon Spirit Crystal on the Moon. At the same time, Avia felt that there was something familiar yet strange calling him, as if once the foreign god came, he would involuntarily choose something and do something helpless. After forcibly suppressing this impulse, the man, knowing that there was no need to say anything more, burst out with all his strength. At this moment, in the only dark place in the boundless and glorious world, there was only the echo of thunder. Then, thunder roared, and loud noises roared. The sharp sound that shook the heaven and the earth brewed between the infinite electrodes. Seeing this, the corners of Qihuang's mouth curled up slightly, and in that darkness, with the support of countless spiritual beliefs and scriptures, he exerted his strength - "The gods have long since turned to dust. What connection does the world have with you? The Age of Gods is long gone." The silver light spots around it, like an ocean, burst out with terrifying magic power, and immediately it seemed as if infinite ether cannons appeared behind it, and the phantom of the moon emerged from the sky. Mysterious strength and endurance are meaningless in front of this holy book. Just like the end of a giant aging star, it devours the spirits around it. In front of it, there should be only the possibility of being razed to the ground. But in this brief moment, the power of the holy scriptures and faith collided with the trembling outline of the violent lightning, producing a sound that tore everything apart. Then, amid the roar of the collision between the Holy Scripture, the Holy Sword, and the Demonic Sword, a huge crack spread out from the two of them, as if a burning evil star rose from it. But then, as his wrists contracted, the holy sword and the magic sword in his hands thrust forward again, slashing at the savior's body with a roar, and the holy book made a dull sound. At the same time, Avia was shocked and bent down involuntarily. Kiara attacked his abdomen with the power of the Holy Scripture.
The man who received the blow staggered back, took a breath for a moment, and quickly recovered without any wavering in his eyes. The battle begins again. boom! How much time has passed? How many days and nights have passed in a world with different flow rates? I can't even tell those things apart. It's better to say that it doesn't matter in a place like this. Kiara reached out and grasped the two swords that Avia swung down, slowly tightening his five fingers, with a terrifying smile: "So, this is the holy sword that I was supposed to obtain." Once again, countless ether energy cannons and moon phantoms burst out as the savior waved his arms. Endless, the source of energy is endless. Even the World Tree in Northern Europe can hardly compare with it now that the Age of Gods has passed. This is the power that single-handedly defeated the Second Magician and the Moon King. Under this force, the man resisted stubbornly, but what followed was that Qihuang raised his foot and suddenly stepped on his face. He rolled, dodged, staggered to his feet, gasping for breath, and inevitably felt dizzy and his vision went black. "You, a replica, cannot use the full power of the holy sword." She smiled, raised her hand, and swung it forward suddenly. A terrifying force burst out, wedging Avia directly into the wall of the Pope's Hall. "You're using my sword to hurt me?" Kiara slowly approached and stared at that face: "Who gave you this confidence?" She slowly bent down and picked up the holy sword that originally belonged to her from the ground. Her gentle smile was malicious and ferocious: "It's clearly just a beautiful ending, but why are there still people like you who want to prevent the arrival of the Garden of Eden?" The Savior shook his head in disappointment, "So, you are not real people. Real people will not prevent this day from coming. As Koback said, 'There are many kinds of human sins, but this is the most ancient evil among them. It is the sin of rejecting 'revelation'." Kiara slowly raised the holy sword, and it flashed, but the sharp sword stopped abruptly in front of Avia's eyes. The end of the handle was grasped by a hand that suddenly raised up, and no progress was made. Light from the Rhine gold burst out from the man's body. The sound of the holy sword being rubbed burst out, retreating, and upwards. He moved away inch by inch between the man's raised fingers. From the drowsiness and physical pain, he suddenly raised his hand, clenched it, clenched his fist with all his strength, and swung out! It hit the savior's face, and with a roar, Qihuang flew backwards and landed in the boundless light. Then, when the man raised his face and looked there, a loud bang burst out from the inside of the light. The light flickered and quickly faded, but in the deepest darkness, a sneering voice was heard. "Haha, even so, how long can your current strength last~" As the words fell, countless ether energy cannons and countless moon phantoms burst out again as the Savior waved his hands. I don't know how much time has passed. For Typhon, who has transformed into "armor", looking at the scene he has never seen before, he found that he could not keep up with the speed of the two people. It was too fast. Even though he kept showing the hot lava at full power, his body entered overload operation in a short moment, and he still couldn't keep up... And then a certain sound was heard. Typhon was in a trance, and she seemed to hear a cracking sound. Only then did she realize that the cracks were spreading from the armor, which made Typhon feel fear again, the fear of death.
"I don't want to die...I really don't want to die...I...don't want to die..." Her voice was so soft, as if she had never spoken it, but the man still heard it. So even in the heat of battle, he still responded.