Because life is valuable, even if it is a creature that can only repeat sins, even if human beings themselves have no value, no matter how filthy, how unjust, or how imperfect they are, their accumulated history is meaningful. Even if they keep repeating mistakes, as long as they can still do something, there must be something that can be saved. If we use these as reasons to destroy everything, this approach is wrong. The reason why we cannot tolerate injustice and feel indignant about endless tragedies is not because we expect a happy world from the bottom of our hearts? Therefore, no matter how painful it is, I will not hesitate. After all, when it comes to real decision-making, even if it hurts your pride, you still have to do what you have decided to do. "Qiara, you think you are the god in your heart, but pursuing the god in your heart means dependence, and dependence on god means giving up thinking and judgment. What god says is right is good, and what god says is wrong is evil - but there is no will of your own in this. It is not about the specific god that already exists, but the way of thinking will form the god in your heart. Anyone can become your god, a teacher, a friend, an acquaintance - the person you rely on is what you call "God". You can draw on the wisdom of your predecessors and discuss things with people you trust. However, it is you who makes the judgment. God is just a signpost and a goal to move forward. Because those who have no light in their hearts will be crushed by the darkness called difficulties and sufferings. " Perhaps this was just an unconscious behavior of a lifeless body, but the man still said it. “So, one must be small to feel the greatness; one must be fragile to be in awe of the strong; one must be short-lived to feel the eternity; one must be able to think to feel the exquisiteness of the design of creation, but not be omniscient to prevent everything from becoming completely transparent in an instant.
One day, they will put their fragile bodies into metal seeds, fly across all the desolate and prosperous worlds, and perceive things that gods cannot perceive. This may be the purpose of their existence. This is real life, and being a witness to this——" It is said that the Holy Sword of the Stars can only be used by those who shoulder the planet's sad wish. As a sword to sever enemies outside the planet, it is the strongest sword that should be wielded only to save the world. The Dead Apostles are the deniers of human history, creatures that exist to taint human order. How can they be recognized by humans who have become the main body of the planet? What's more, the enemy they are facing is mankind's natural savior, the strongest person on the planet at the moment. As for the man now, living itself means that to the planet and to mankind, the Dead Apostles are evil and are denied existences. In other words, how could the Dead Apostles truly protect humans, and how could humans completely trust the Dead Apostles? Based on the cognition of both races, this is completely impossible. Only in the glory and mission it deserves will the Holy Sword of the Stars shine and be liberated once again. He smiled, closed his eyes, and exhaled his last breath. “It can’t be God, it can only be man. After consuming the miracle, all he got in return was a slow stop. The man's physical strength had long been gone, and he should have collapsed. His fight was over, his fate was over. What exactly is engraved in the eyes of the people left behind? The lives of many people disappear and are arbitrarily defined by others. The things they build and the lives they live are all defined as meaningless. Then, earth returns to earth, ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, illusion returns to illusion, and then, dreams return to dreams, everything vanishes into nothing. It seems that no one can overcome this cruel ending. No. The passing of time is enough to turn the vast ocean into mulberry fields, and the heroic deeds of past heroes are buried deep under the dust. Lush green trees will take root in the earth, and the sound of steel will reach the sky. Sooner or later, the civilization that was once as colorful as flowers will disappear without a trace. despite this--
Human beings will continue to survive tenaciously, and the covenant of goodness has now transcended time and will be passed on continuously. What people discovered was something different, that the future that had been denied in the past actually existed. That is the future denied by the one who made the covenant of good, and it is also an existence that must be protected. Even if the body falls, it will not fall; even if the ideals die, they will not die. It will never die, it will never be defeated. No matter what kind of weapon or what kind of end it is, it will not shake a man's way of existence in the slightest. It's over, but the will continues. Therefore, the real battle has not yet ended, but begins from here—— No living creature was able to witness it, but a true miracle was born. The myriad colors of light and countless hands were actually supporting the back of the man who was about to fall, the Dark End, who had been steadfast in fulfilling his oath until this moment, even though his hands were no longer able to hold the only holy sword. "If the deep night covers the forest, then the bright light should be lit to illuminate it. That's what you said, right?" The figure of slaying the dragon together. "No problem, I'm still waiting for you to come back for a drink." Rushing towards the figure of the sea monster. All of them seemed to be sleeping, making sounds from their throats. The warmth that their hands touched would surely turn into food for tomorrow. That's how a little exchange of kindness can work wonders. In the darkness, Avia raised his head and heard the voices coming from afar emerging one after another, like countless tiny points of light dancing in front of his eyes, illuminating the long and lonely road. When he raised his eyes, he saw the broken clouds outside the world and the shining stars under the bright moon. The quiet sea had lost its blood color, and a fresh breeze blew gently and warmly. At the end of this only darkness for him, the outline of the world vaguely emerged. And there are more voices ringing out, more prayers, more thanks, and more calls. Countless souls gathered together again bit by bit, following the guidance, and he gazed at the countless lights passing by his eyes. Unconsciously, the darkness has been illuminated by the endless light. The long lonely road is already filled with stars, and in the lively meteor shower, the noise rises and falls. When passing by, those stranger souls will give him a grateful smile, tell him their names, and then return to the sea of stars again. Names overlapped one after another, supporting his body, guiding him to stand up and return from this cold and empty doomsday. When he raised his head, he saw a vast rain of light falling from the darkness and landing in the hands of nothingness. Every bit of light carried a smiling face from someone. He gazed at the light rain all over the sky, said "thank you" with a smile and continued to smile. The following voices were truly engraved in the broken soul. "This is a war for humanity." - Approved by the Twelve Apostles of the Church.
"This is a Dead Apostle." - Altluchi Brunstad agreed. "This is the person who saves the planet." - Acknowledged, Attila. "This is the person the planet should recognize." - Recognition, the original holy swordsman. "This is the one who inherits the will." - Approved, Jesus. And finally, because of the 'covenant' left in the world, many stars shining with different colors came rushing in, illuminating the originally narrow, dark and dangerous bottom, covering up the only infinite light of the savior, and becoming, truly, that colorful new world. People who accept the 'covenant' gather here, and their prayers will turn into calls. The many words of countless people in the world finally converge into one wish: "This is Novia." The strongest fantasy that emerges after the planet refines people's sorrowful wishes is that everything is judged by the souls of all creatures on the planet. Whether he can use the divine weapon to save the world, the planet itself has now determined it, and whether the Dead Apostles can use the Holy Sword of the Star to save humanity, humanity itself has also determined it. Then, after 13,000 years, at this moment, the first Holy Sword of the Stars merged with the last Demon Sword, the True World, and gathered the power of all the Storm Anchors on the planet and the wishes of all souls. Sad wish, please maintain it again. Under the countless tears of light and the traces of the strings of night. Countless rays of light silently flew and fell, leaving people speechless and their hearts throbbing. In the end, only a little heat power was left before disappearing. However, there is always a "next" passing by, which represents that there will never be an end. The day that truly declared the end never came, and it never paid attention to the saviors who came to greet it. Therefore, on the sword that represents the first and final intersection, a dazzling brilliance far beyond the past, which can only exist on this day, now flows out. There is no end to it, time will continue. There is no end, the sun will rise again. After a few seconds, the Savior made a desperate, painful sound. It also sounded like the cry of someone realizing something, so pitiful, not the sound of a savior, but the sound of a young girl crying to the sky. .......... That's it. There is no reason. However, the feeling of "it is true" is indeed there. "Alterluqi, I broke my promise. I have to leave now." "Ahhh, I know. Go away. The farther the better. If I see you like this again, I will definitely eat you." The dark Ji Jun's voice was a little hoarse.
I don't know when my cheeks were wet. “—I’m sorry.” "......It doesn't matter. Because until now..." It is still the case today, and it will certainly be the case in the future. "Loving you has never let anything bad happen to me." I clearly didn't feel like crying. I will love you silently until the end of my life. .......... No matter what, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that this would all end as soon as possible. It would be nice if no one got hurt, it would be nice if no one died. Because I seemed to be looking forward to death, because of the guilt I felt towards the lives that died because of me in the past— After meeting him a long time ago, the machine that was supposed to be born for destruction learned of "its own" existence. She is no longer the destructive Sefalu, but Atila with humanity. "No." He said this as he gradually faded away, and his blue eyes were also saying "Please don't go out". The giant nodded and gave up the desire to break through the blockade. "Thank you, Attila..." The man was smiling, the same gentle smile as when they first met on earth. "It is also accidental. Perhaps it is inevitable. Anyway, my death is natural." The giant god understood what this feeling meant. The so-called light of life is going out, he will die, and here, his life will end. Already, there is no way to use the life-saving magic? Is it because of the damage I caused to that planet in the past? The giant held him with trembling hands, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst out. She didn't want to see unclearly because of tears, because she felt that if she blinked - the other person would seem to disappear. Instead, she tried to force a smile, which was probably embarrassing, but she couldn't care less. "Attila, please listen to me. It will be many years from now before someone other than me will understand you. I am very happy about this, but even if this is possible, you will have to wait for many years. I am very sad about this because you will be extremely lonely after I die. If only I could cure your loneliness right now, or if I had left you the authority over the Valkyries, you would have been able to meet the sisters you consider your sisters, communicate with them, and not be so lonely anymore." "Avia..."
"But, no matter what, you have to keep going on your own in the days ahead." Then both sides fell silent. Avia looked up at Attila and looked around. It was all white and empty. The incomplete soul that arrived at the moon at the final moment was about to disappear, and its consciousness gradually faded away. "Please don't cry. Even if I can wipe away your tears, I can't stop them." The last sentence, in the gradually fading consciousness, saw the girl's smile.
