"Although sorrow will always happen again, you can definitely make a difference in this world.
"My dear Gefi, life is a journey to the end, and you will meet many people to accompany you along the way. When the people who accompany you say goodbye, you should be grateful even if you are reluctant to leave, and then wave goodbye.
"You will never meet a second me again. Whether it's friendship or love, even so, you have to embrace your future."
Krista wiped away his tears and pushed him into the sea. She stayed on the shore, humming a beautiful melody.
"Somewhere deep in the soul that calls,
"Always keep drawing dreams,
"Instead of pouring out all the sadness,
"How about singing softly with the same lips."
Griffith wanted to resist and struggle, but the sea took him forward towards the endless distance. When he finally turned his head, he saw Krista smiling and waving goodbye to him. Gentle whispers passed through the waves.
, fell on his mind——
"I can only send you here. You have to walk the rest of the way by yourself and don't look back."
Krista and the entire world disappeared.
With a calm heart when he said goodbye, Griffith listened carefully in the world that returned to nothingness. When the song went away, the warm sea water was frozen into a path, and the knights in armor stepped on the hard ice. Each of his words
His breath was filled with cold white mist, and every movement was unstoppable.
Griffith returns to the eerie ruins. The towering buildings with grotesque geometric shapes remind him that he has left Krista's world.
"Griffith, I finally found you," Erza discovered him and hurried over, "Garadia's situation is not good, and we must take her away as soon as possible."
"What happened?"
"We have been moving towards the black mountain peak, and we have made amazing gains. However, when she looked up at the top of the mountain one time...she may have seen something that went beyond common sense and physiological limits..."
"Understood," the war knight nodded in agreement, "let's get out of here."
The huntress looked at her familiar comrades in confusion. At this moment, she seemed to have discovered some kind of unprecedented temperament and an almost transformed will. So strange, so unstoppable.
Something is back.
"Griffith, what are your plans after you leave here?"
"I?"
Griffith raised Yitian to his eyebrows and touched his forehead lightly.
"I will prepare for the war with all my strength."
…
"Dang-dang-dang."
All the bell towers in Bajeran City were ringing with majesty and solemnity, causing the lingering evil to retreat in panic.
Neat steps announced the arrival of order, solemn and high-spirited, driving away the sad cries.
The soldiers and citizens who survived the barricades and street battles were all looking in a certain direction at the same time. They heard the roaring salutes and the tide of cheers, and saw the overwhelming red petals falling on the ground. This sudden change was wonderful.
It seems like a dream, but my excited heart has already determined that this is reality.
"The prince is back!"
"Where are the others?"
"The winner of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One has been decided, and His Highness Commodus is the first person to be promoted!"
"Let the fighting and bloodshed end!"
In this turbulent era, the future king returns in triumph with the miracles of the gods!
Someone shouted ecstatically. I don’t know how he saw the prince, but this good news was undoubtedly exciting.
Hearing someone say this in their ears, the soldiers and citizens looked happily to see who had brought the good news, but they could not find it. They just felt that the streets and alleys were filled with the same voice.
Even those powerful generals and extraordinary beings have given up fighting. Now that the ownership of the miracle has been determined, there is no need to shed any more blood.
Finally, they saw a blurry scene like water waves surging at the intersection ahead. Although they couldn't see it clearly, that might be the prince everyone was talking about.
"Look there! The prince is back! He has a golden crown and a silver sword in his hand!"
Could it be that everyone has seen the prince, why can't I see it clearly? Is it because my eyesight is not good? With this thought, the citizens looked harder and harder.
"Look there! The prince is back! He's riding a white horse and wearing armor studded with diamonds!"
Where is the prince? Where is he? The citizens who didn't see clearly stood on tiptoes more and more eagerly, and even climbed up to the treetops and balconies to get a closer look. Finally, they also saw the prince riding a horse.
"Look there! The prince is back! Behind him are the majestic knights who can't see the end, and the bright flags are waving in the wind!"
Yes, yes! I saw it too!
The citizens cheered and crowded to the roadside to cheer for His Highness and the knights who were following him as they walked down the cobblestone road. The procession of the Praetorian Guards has never been so brilliant and eye-catching.
Prince Commodus walked through the cheering crowd. He dismounted and stepped up the steps, followed by three knights in hooded robes who had followed him back from Annock.
He glanced at the crowd cheering for him with his cold eyes as cold as the arctic ice, and stretched out his hand to catch a falling petal. He rubbed it gently with his fingers, leaving only black ashes on the delicate petals.
"They are cheering, my king," said the knight Steiner.
"Protector of Beyeland, my majesty." Knight Wenke also said.
"Savior of the world, leader." Knight Busey cheered loudly.
Commodus scattered the ashes in his hand, shook off his cloak with a wave of his hand, and walked towards Aurelius's throne room: "If the king was sent to the gallows, they would also watch the excitement like this."
After saying this, he led his knights and advanced with unstoppable momentum. Wherever he went, endless petals were sprinkled from the sky, and fanatical citizens followed behind, shouting like crazy.
Aurelius was sitting on his throne, surrounded by his ministers and attendants.
Because of the street fighting and riots in the past few days, the senators had long fled outside the city. The curtains in the palace had been drawn, and only the chandelier on the roof had some light.
At this time, they heard a wave of cheers outside the palace. Before they knew what happened, the heavy door was pushed open heavily.
"boom!"
This loud noise hit their hearts and almost screamed in panic. Then, they saw the prince walking in from outside wearing a black cloak.
He was as unstoppable as the never-ending waves under the city of Bijalan. Every move he made revealed the cold gauntlets and greaves under his black robe. When he passed through the gate, he knelt down on one knee towards the throne.
"Oh, my child!" King Aurelius said in surprise, "Why did you come back so quickly? Why didn't we receive the news that the memorial ceremony was over? Could it be that the teasing goddess of the night is joking with me, an old man, again?
?”
The prince didn't answer, he just lowered his head and seemed to be mumbling something.
"Come here, my son. The fighting outside has finally stopped. The chaos these days has made us feel better." The king stood up tremblingly. At this time, the Templar knight behind the prince turned around and said,
Close the palace door left and right.
The sunlight outside narrowed little by little, disappearing as if being swallowed by a giant beast. The interior of the temple returned to darkness.
"You no longer have to suffer for the welfare of your people.
"You no longer have to bear the heavy burden of a crown.
"I will arrange everything."
Endless gibbering lingered, freezing the soul and making fear take shape. Commodus lifted his robe and stepped forward with his sword.
"Sheath your sword, Your Highness!"
"His Majesty the King has no right... what is this!"
"This isn't the Holy Sword of Enduil. Could it be an ancient evil thing? It's that -"
There were many powerful guards around Aurelius. They noticed something strange and stepped forward to stop him. However, they soon found that they could not resist. This terrifying two-handed sword seemed to be the evil itself, waving yellow and black evil mist.
, even the light can be swallowed.
All who dared to object fell vomiting, festering and twisted.
In the blink of an eye, there was a river of blood in front of the king's throne.
"What are you going to do, my child!"
"Inherit your throne, father."
Prince Commodus cut off the king's throat with a sword, and the blood-stained crown fell to the ground. He turned around and said to the knights following him and the corpses on the ground:
To be continued...