"A child staggers out of the darkness and grows up under the blessing of the stars. When he understands everything in the world, he will eventually return to the darkness and return to the embrace of the goddess."
"Today, two more devout guards bravely moved towards the end. They died for us and for the goddess's lamb in the world. This is the detachment of the soul and the interpretation of the true meaning of guardianship."
The Bishop of St. Selina Cathedral recited the concluding remarks of "Serenity" in a low voice. The silver stars on his robe and the crimson moon crown on his chest shone in the afterglow of dusk, exuding a halo of spirituality and silently comforting the surrounding people.
Wounded soul.
In this solemn atmosphere, Melissa and Benson stood next to the members of the Blackthorn Security Company, surrounded by Elizabeth and other friends, with red eyes and haggard faces, as if they would faint in the next second.
This little girl who had just lost an older brother clasped her hands tightly against her chest, softly followed the bishop's rhythm, and offered her final blessing to Klein.
"May you walk in His kingdom and go to a happy sleep under the gaze of the goddess."
"Praise the goddess."
The bishop who presided over the ceremony was silent for a few seconds, staring intently at Klein's bookish black and white photo on the tombstone, sighed, turned around and said to the accompanying relatives:
"Now please let this young man rest in peace."
Melissa, whose eyes had been distracted and neither crying nor fussing, reacted for the first time. She raised her pale arms forward as if she wanted to grab something.
Elizabeth, who was supporting her, saw this and hurriedly held her friend's cold palm, whispering comfort in her ear.
They watched Klein's coffin being lifted up by Benson, Frye, Bright, and an inspector sent by the police station, and slowly carried into the grave.
Along with the sound of rustling earth, in Melissa's eyes, the last trace of her second brother in the world disappeared.
Because Leonard was injured and could only rely on crutches to move around, he was excluded from the funeral procession and was staying at the edge with Cornley in a wheelchair.
He turned sideways and looked at the scene in front of him, looking at Klein's strong sister. His vision suddenly blurred and he looked away.
When the tomb was almost formed, Melissa broke away from Elizabeth's support, squatted down silently, and buried the ancient bronze whistle she found from her brother in the soil.
After doing all this, she nodded to her eldest brother, and then took a few steps back. With a muffled sound, a thick stone slab covered the tomb tightly.
In the sad atmosphere, no one wanted to disturb these two poor brothers and sisters, and one after another they said goodbye and left the cemetery.
When the sky was getting dark and the sun was about to completely set, Benson, who was in a very bad state, as if he hadn't slept for several days, suddenly said:
"I'm looking for a hired carriage, it's getting cold..."
As he spoke, he put his black coat on his sister's shoulders, and quickly walked away from the tombstone, trembling.
Watching her eldest brother leave, Melissa unconsciously tightened her coat, and the tears on her cheeks gradually wetted the fresh soil.
She squatted in front of the tombstone, tears streaming down her face. It was difficult to see clearly the face of her brother in the photo, and it was even more difficult to see clearly the gray mist that seemed to be caressing the top of her head.
In the approaching dusk, the thin mist surrounded the sad girl, struggling to shield her from the wind and cold.
But other than that, there is nothing left to do.
............
The late night clouds blocked the radiance of the red moon, and with the departure of Azik Eggers, a thin gray fog once again enveloped Klein's grave.
This mist seems to contain endless brilliance, mixed with the starry sky of the abyss. They come from the spiritual world, continue to penetrate downwards, penetrate the obstruction of the thick stone slabs, and climb up to the dark coffin as if the pause button has been pressed.
A body without any trace of decay.
boom!
Suddenly, on the stone slab at the top of the tomb, an illusory ripple spread, forming a temporary "door".
A hand that had always been slightly pale and covered with wet mud stretched out from the "door".
The "dead man" with blurry eyes moved very decisively, groping his way out of the coffin and crawling out of the deep pit of the tomb.
Feeling the extra memories in his brain that accompanied the return of the astral body, he couldn't help but hold his painful temples and fish out the Azik bronze whistle buried by Melissa in his tomb with one hand.
"Haha, I can be considered to have attended my own funeral." Klein put down his left hand on his forehead, looked at his epitaph, and laughed to himself.
In the past few days, because Klein's spirit body has been kept above the gray fog, the only thing he can do is chat with "Mystery" and try to get some information, and then use the power of the gray fog to watch his brother and sister
life.
During these long days, he accompanied his brother and sister through grief almost from a ghost perspective, watching them as a bystander with insomnia and pain, and watching them cry in order not to worry their loved ones.
Buried under the quilt.
Klein glanced at the epitaph selected by Benson for the last time, sneered at the "best brother" on it, and then left his tombstone without mercy.
He found the captain who was buried on the other side of the cemetery based on the image he saw in the gray fog and only his memory.
Under the crimson moonlight that occasionally penetrates the clouds, Dunn Smith is vaguely visible through the gentleness of the black and white photos and the deep gray hidden in his eyes.
He still has a faint smile, traces of time are hidden in his eyes, and his hairline has not changed at all, and it seems that it will never change again.
Klein's eyes scanned Dunn's name, birth date, and death date on the tombstone in sequence, and finally stopped at the epitaph.
"The true guardian."
"The most trustworthy companion."
"Forever Captain."
Klein, who had obviously followed him to a funeral, suddenly found it difficult to control his emotions. In his hazy brown eyes, the captain on the black and white photo seemed to look like the captain on the afternoon of his owner's death, playfully.
After blinking, the mellow voice still seemed to echo in Klein's ears.
"We saved Tingen."
Suddenly, his inspiration was touched, and he quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and quickly moved behind the tombstone.
Note? Klein found a note taped to an inconspicuous corner behind Dunn's tombstone, with a graffiti version of a heart drawn on it. The crayon traces were still stuck to the paper, like a child's clumsy prank.
.
When was this posted?
As a member of the Nighthawks who participated in the fight against the offspring of the evil god in Megoose's belly, Klein certainly knew what this meant. This was not a prank at all, but a vicious mockery and an insult!
The piece of paper was ruthlessly torn off by him, and he held it tightly in his hand, so tightly that it was almost unrecognizable.
"Ince Zangwill?"
Klein gritted his teeth and silently recited the name of his enemy with barely moving lips.
According to his understanding, the Nighthawk traitor who hid behind the scenes and planned everything is a "Necromancer" who is good at manipulating spiritual bodies. Only he can turn this image into reality while Klein is watching most of the real-life scenes.
The insulting note was quietly stuck behind the captain's tombstone.
But what is his motive?
Is it just to ridicule an unknown Nighthawk and vent his dissatisfaction with the Church of the Night Goddess?
"Maybe he didn't post this?" Klein put his hand on Dunn's tombstone, feeling the coldness of the stone, and gradually regained his calm mind, recalling his first meeting with "Mystery" on the gray fog.
He said that he was Zhou Mingrui who traveled through time as early as the Second Age, and seized the throne of the gods in the era when the ancient gods were everywhere. However, with the fall of the Creator, everything fell into a quagmire due to the decline in status.
Until the end of the Fourth Age, He fell into a deep sleep with the help of his allies, separated his own humanity, and thus became himself. Through the various experiences of human incarnation in the mortal world, and through the various emotions generated by human nature during the journey,
Stable state, trying to regain the power at its peak, gather the power of time and space, and achieve the goal of returning home.
This sounds very reasonable, and it is also consistent with the reason why the goddess of the night did not take any action after casting her gaze at Klein, and even allowed him to be promoted.
However, there is a bit of a contradiction in this.
Is the incongruity of my own destiny really due to the script of 0-08?
Just like what I asked when chatting with "Secret", destiny can only depend on one person. So, is my destiny now Klein's or Zhou Mingrui's?
"Alas..." Klein tore up the note in his hand and left Dunn's tombstone with both hands. "Captain, thinking about it now, I think it would be good to go to the Kingdom of the Goddess, at least you don't have to worry about it like this.
Excuse me, there is no need to participate in the game between gods, you were the one who bore the pressure in the past..."
He shook his head with a half-sigh and half-smile, as if patting the captain on the shoulder, patted the cold tombstone, and left the place where the past was buried.
"Captain, goodbye."
The soft sigh echoed in the gloom and chill, like a touch of warmth in early spring, slightly dispelling the depression of the cemetery.
Klein's figure is lonely and determined, like a traveler who has lost his destination and is preparing to go further into the unknown.
This is his farewell to the past, to memories that can no longer be revived.
Yes, most people cannot be resurrected.
With this idea in mind, Klein had already walked out of the Raphael Cemetery. Naturally, he couldn't see the note he tore up. After it completely disappeared, a pale hand pushed open the stone slab and penetrated the moisture-stained piece of paper.
The soil stretched out from it.
............
Ten minutes ago.
"Secret" looked at Klein who had left above the gray fog, and dragged a translucent cocoon that covered himself in the thick fog to the long bronze table.
The threads of the spirit body that are constantly conveying spirituality and reinforcing the spirit body in the cocoon are unrolling like life. A spirit body with a high hairline and a straight nose emerges from it, floating quietly in the air, as if it is intoxicated.
In peaceful sleep.
"Secret" sitting in the high-backed chair at the head of the table stared at the heart that had been reshaped by himself in Dunn's spiritual body. He could not help but frown as he looked at the heart that had been branded with a "dark" color and was constantly exuding changeable emotions like a dream.
Wrinkled.
I hope Amanisis won’t misunderstand, I really don’t want to pry into His corner. If it weren’t necessary for the plan, I would not go to the death to find His unhappiness...
"Unfortunately, if I had told Him all the plans at the beginning, it would have been much simpler than it is now." "Secret" raised his right hand slightly, and his spirituality extended to a chaotically arranged crimson constellation.
, skillfully clicked on one of them.
"He is the new favored one. He will soon wake up in the Raphael Cemetery in Tingen. You will lead him."
The calm and gentle voice was transmitted through the expanding crimson stars, and Dunn Smith's sleeping spirit body was also wrapped in the surrounding thin mist. It sank rapidly with the help of light, returning from the gray mist to the real body.
.
............
The captain of the Nighthawks team, wearing a brand new formal suit, sat up from the tomb in a daze, just like every time when he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality. He was dazed for a long time before regaining his train of thought.
"Am I not dead?" Dunn said the reality in his memory in a daze, then crawled out of the tomb, turned around in confusion, and his deep eyes completely froze when he saw his photo on the tombstone.
According to the code of the Nighthawks, if a zombie is discovered to be resurrected while patrolling the cemetery, it should be eliminated and cremated as soon as possible to ensure the safety of the public!
"So now should I go to the crematorium and book a seat by myself..." Dunn, who had always been criticized by Roxanne for being rigid and gradually becoming too serious, joked to himself at this time, and then quickly
He examined his body, looking for traces that might have been contaminated by evil forces.
Regardless of the cold in the north of Loen, he took off his clothes and found that there were only a few shallow wounds on his chest that were still crawling and recovering, but the big hole above his heart that he had dug out had healed as before, and he could feel
The bursts coming from below were powerful.
I am...
"Resurrected."
Following the insertion of a sudden male voice, Dunn, who was staring at his chest, quickly turned around, spread out his arms, and "Nightmare"'s ability to pull people like a dream was silently released.
Wow.
The peace and darkness that had just spread were shattered, and the dream that had not yet taken shape was ruthlessly destroyed at the first opportunity.
A man in a gorgeous formal suit was smiling, surrounded by blue butterflies, looking playfully at the "darkness" that Dunn had just inadvertently released.
"Yes, it seems that after being influenced by high-sequence characteristics, even low-sequence items will have certain authority characteristics."
Driven by this magnetic voice, the illusory butterflies suddenly accelerated, entangled Dunn, who was unable to react, and bound him in place.
"Your Excellency, who are you?" Dunn's rich experience did not make him struggle, but calmly asked his question, "Did you resurrect me?"
Edmund Jason, who was originally investigating the movements of the demon family in Port Enmat, but was forced to work by his master for no reason, shook his head slightly and said calmly:
"It's not that I resurrected you. You are the one chosen by my Lord, and I, as an angel under my Lord, will serve as your guide for a period of time."