"Xiu! I succeeded! I succeeded!!" Shen Yanxiao excitedly hugged his hand with the sacred weapon, with unprecedented excitement on his face.
Xiu's figure slowly appeared next to Shen Yanxiao, and he could feel how happy Shen Yanxiao was now.
In order to find a way to create a high-level holy weapon, she studied alchemy books day and night, and tried alchemy countless times. Despite countless failures, she did not give up, but became more determined.
Her persistence is not for herself, but to enable various races to use high-level holy weapons and increase their combat effectiveness, so that they can have an extra chance of survival in the upcoming decisive battle.
If Shen Yanxiao was not a demon lord or a representative of the Bright Continent, she might be able to live a carefree life like an ordinary little girl, doing what she likes every day, happily and relaxedly. Run for the future of all the major races in the world, instead of worrying about the survival of tens of millions of creatures.
But what she chose was an extremely difficult road. What she shouldered was no longer just a city, a country, a continent, and the life and death of a race. On her thin shoulders, she carried the lives of several races. Life and death, all of this, forced her to move forward, and she had to seize every minute and every second to make the final effort.
No one knows Shen Yanxiao's hard work better than Xiu. From the initial self-improvement to the current responsibilities, this little girl who seems to be frail has already shouldered too much. She has never been carefree for a day. , there was never a minute where she could truly relax. She was like a bowstring that had collapsed to its limit. She was always challenging her limits. She fell ill countless times, had narrow escapes from death, and was exhausted countless times, but she never gave up. , giving up those responsibilities that should not have been borne by her.
As a protoss, Xiu realized from the moment he was born that the existence of the protoss was to maintain peace and stability in this world.
But with the destruction of the Gods, the guardians who guarded this land have quietly fallen.
Now, this important responsibility has actually fallen on a little guy who has not yet fully grown up. Xiu thinks this is an extremely sad and ridiculous thing.
He remained silent and stretched out his arms to hold the excited little guy in his arms.
She never said she was tired, but Xiu knew that she was really tired.
No one would be happy to live in such stressful days, and no one would not want to live a happy and carefree life.
The same goes for Shen Yanxiao. It's not that she doesn't want to, it's that she can't.
She knew that once she stopped, even for just one day, it might lead to the disappearance of tens of thousands of lives on the battlefield in the future.
"You did very well, very well." Xiu held Shen Yanxiao tightly in his arms. What she was doing now was something that even the gods had no chance to do.
Although the Gods are the guardians of each world, they are aloof and aloof. They will bear everything with their own strength, but they have never thought of increasing the fighting power of other races in the alliance. This is why the war between gods and demons happened that year. The reason why it would be so tragic.
But Shen Yanxiao is different. What she wants is the strength of all races in the alliance, not the human race.