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Chapter 153: After all the twists and turns, will the script be staged again?

 The dagger in the palm is glowing, and the withered violets on the wooden handle seem to have been tempered in the fire, possessing a heart-warming temperature. The dazzling light is like the surge of the tide, drowning the dead silence almost in an instant

The world swallowed up countless floating crescent moons. Every ray of light bursting out from between the fingers shone with an extremely gorgeous, extremely sacred and extremely blazing brilliance, as if thousands of holy golden lights were cast out.

The spear pierced through all the haze that shrouded the head, and a brilliant scene suddenly ushered in.

The next moment, four majestic light pillars descended here with a bang. The shape of each light pillar was beyond the scope that the human eye could capture. The radius that could not be described by numbers alone covered an unknown area.

The scope of a kilometer. It goes up through the fragmented sky, goes down into the dark and heavy earth, and finally even crosses the boundary of the world and rushes into the realm shrouded by the canopy of the ancient sacred tree.

Looking from a distance, under the umbrella-shaped canopy, the pillar of light is like a holy sword, piercing the waves of leaves, the dome and the broken dark clouds, and the tangible golden fragments are falling like raindrops all over the sky, like a sunrise.

The rain and the fragments of light shine like fragments of glass, burning the dark eyes, making them flinch and dare not look directly, it is a brilliant spectacle.

The princess holding the dagger high stood in the center of these four light pillars, guarded by them. Her face, neck, arms, body, skin, blood... and even every tiny hair were coated with sacred golden light.

, is shining brightly, making her look like a god born in the light, majestic and inviolable.

"I will end this battle." She said word by word, as if to fulfill her promise to someone: "Because I have this dagger and the courage everyone gave me!"

Hearing this familiar answer, Ringer suddenly felt dazed in the empty space, as if he had returned to the main hall of the theater where the play was being performed, and saw the lighting scenery set off by candles, crude oil lamps, torches and chandeliers, like a tidal wave flowing down.

The bright glow emitted by the floating jellyfish illuminated the entire stage. The actor holding a sword was spitting out a sincere and pious oath from his lips and teeth——

"...I have this sword and courage, so please let me promise you that I will definitely save you. From now on, you will no longer be trapped in thorns or lost in dreams..."

For a moment, the silent theater overlapped with the surging sea of ​​light, and the two different images merged into the same artistic conception. The floating light tide was the curtain, the flowing light was the light, and the golden earth was

It's a stage, and thousands of frozen images are the background... There are only two actors, and everyone else is the audience.

Will the princess of Bayman know that she is performing a play that happened a hundred years ago? Sir Roman, who searched for traces of the castle in the Saussen Mountains, gained nothing throughout his life. He only wrote this script as evidence of his persistence.

But a hundred years later, the princess who was sealed in the castle accidentally said the lines in the script. Is this a pure coincidence, or is it fate that has built a bridge of communication between two souls that have never intersected for hundreds of years?

Did they suddenly understand each other's wishes and emotions?

The difference is that the hero Rosh in the play wants to save the princess and the people, and his enemy is the legendary sun-eating monster Noctus of the Dark; while Olvera wants to save herself and her companions, her

The enemy is a curse that comes with suffering and disaster. The two images magically intersect and eventually extend into different trajectories.

This idea was born and disappeared quickly, and it would not last longer than an accidental lapse of concentration. But someone was able to capture what happened at this moment, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing in your daze?"

Ringer?"

When Ringer heard the sound, he turned around and realized that it was Alice looking at him with strange eyes. After seeing his reaction, he pointed not far away and said, "It's time to go."

In the direction of her finger, four pillars of light fell down at some point, illuminating the entire dark void space as brightly as day. From these four pillars of light, Ringer felt someone's call, such a pious and sincere mood, as if

Pray.

"Don't let Olvera wait for us too long."

After Alice finished speaking, she took the lead to walk towards the four light pillars. Without hesitation, she walked into one of the light pillars. She was gradually assimilated by the overflowing light and disappeared from sight, heading to another distant world.

, in response to the man's call to her. Before disappearing, she seemed to have turned back and waved her hand, as if to invite others to follow her.

St. Xalia had a premonition that her fate was coming, so she led her lamb and slowly walked into the second pillar of light amidst a burst of confused bleating sounds; Medien and Shemi looked at each other and both saw it.

The firmness in the eyes of both parties made them vow to put an end to this sad story, even if it was not for themselves, but for Olvera, or for the old man who once told the story tenderly in the herbal garden. So the two joined hands and walked into

into the third beam of light.

There was only the fourth blank beam of light left in the void space calling Ringer. He was silent for a moment, not hesitating, but suddenly thought of the playwright Mr. Rawls, the descendant of Sir Roman, before leaving the Central Theater.

A question of his own. He said, if the sun-eating monster Noctus of the Dark does exist, then does the hero Rosh in the script also have its prototype?

Ringer didn't answer at that time, but now it seems that Noctus of the Dark does not necessarily exist, but the will of the brave Rosh has indeed been inherited by someone - or in other words, she has recovered it.

The young man walked forward and gently touched the light pillar, and his figure merged into it and was transformed into a part of the light. Along with the ocean where they gathered, he headed to the world from which he came.

……

[Heroes Gathering·The Power of the Four Sacred Artifacts: A secret that can only be used by those who have enlightenment. Gather the power of the four holy instruments and call the heroes from different time and space to come, destroy all enemies, and crush all darkness.]

Among the majestic and brilliant four pillars of light, the phantoms of the heroes emerged. After being exiled to the distant void, they were able to return because of the princess's persistent mood. The light released at that moment made the ruler on the crescent moon

I couldn't help but tremble, feeling that my small and humble heart was gradually melting into those lights.

However, this feeling may be just an illusion, because she is still not sure whether she is a being with a heart.

"It's so bright..." She murmured unconsciously in a voice that only she could hear: "It's so dazzling."

After the words fell, the countless crescent moons that had been swallowed up by the light resurfaced, slowly exploring the golden ocean and rising to the high sky. The invisible and qualityless light was like tangible and qualitative flowing water at this time, flowing from the moon's

One after another, it fell on both sides, like a waterfall, and when it fell into the sea, it stirred up mighty waves and surging echoes.

Each crescent moon floats behind the girl, exuding a cold air. The curved arc transforms into a giant silver bow, and the mercury-like moon silk is the bow string. Each bow string is held open by a pair of invisible hands, and the cold air is cold.

Frost and cold mist condensed into ice-blue arrows, crystal clear and filled with sharp murderous intent, aiming at the four majestic light pillars. Each cold arrow rotated slowly, before the arrow

They formed a surging spiral vortex everywhere, enveloping the debris of the moonlight, as if infinite power was brewing within it.

"The final battle...if I use my full strength, will you blame me?"

The girl on the moon murmured in a low voice, and the crescent moon behind her was released at the same time. The mercury bowstring suddenly erupted into a sharp and long sound, piercing the silent air. The moon-silver air waves visible to the naked eye roared with her as the center,

Swinging in circles, each air wave was tens of meters or even nearly a hundred meters high, like an insurmountable wall surrounding them. In this sudden moonlight storm, countless bleak moonlights were swept away by

The exploding crescent moon was sent out, dragging its icy tail, passing through the golden ocean, and arriving in an instant.

Although she has never regarded the princess of Bemang as an enemy, as a creature, she cannot choose her own destiny. For her, the creator's order is everything. If she must choose between those emotions that sprouted in her and that

If she had to choose one of the missions given to her, her choice would undoubtedly be the latter.

The moonlight in the sky is proof.

Thousands of crescent moons are thousands of silver bows, and thousands of moonlights are thousands of ice arrows. When they are shot out at the same time, the mighty moonlight rain will cover half of the sky, and move towards the sky in an unstoppable manner.

The other half of the sky invades and devours, and the terrifying momentum makes all living beings on the ground tremble with fear.

Ovela was on the ground, looking at the moonlight rain above her head, but there was no fear in her eyes because she knew someone was fighting alongside her.

The next moment, the phantom of a hero flew out of the pillar of light. She held a staff decorated with stars, and a petite fairy sat above her head. Facing the moonlight rain that was so close, she waved the staff lightly, and the top of the staff

Infinitely bright star spots spurted out, and little bits of light swarmed in front of him, gathering into a huge shield, like a curtain hanging from the sky, blocking the path of the moonlight in the sky. It seemed soft, but there was something incredible about it.

Strength.

Every ray of moonlight hit the shield, emitting an astonishing sound, like a storm plowing across the sea, blowing up huge waves, trying to penetrate the shield at once. However, every surging starlight was blocked by the arrow.

On the trajectory that the arrows crossed, they stubbornly resisted their invasion. The deeper they went, the greater the resistance they encountered, as if they were stuck in a quagmire and couldn't extricate themselves. In the end, all the arrows lost their indomitable momentum, and the cold moonlight

Gradually extinguished, it fell silently into the sea.

The cold and tough moonlight collides with the soft but tough starlight, and it seems that the latter is better.

The ruler on the crescent moon watched this scene silently, not feeling sad that the moon was extinguished. She waved her hand gently, and thousands of floating crescent moons broke away from the form of huge silver bows and turned into thousands of heavy stars.

Meteorites fell from the sky. The flames they ignited when they rubbed against the void were cold silver, and the roaring noise left no doubt that when they all fell, they would have the power to destroy the entire earth, even the surging light.

The ocean may all be evaporated.

Faced with such a turbulent offensive, the second phantom of the hero walked out of the light pillar, opened the holy book in his hand, and silently chanted magic. Along with his chanting, endless surging elements summoned and called, gathering around him.

, transforming all the mighty power of nature into a force visible to the naked eye and letting it out to its fullest.

In an instant, the blazing flames condensed into a huge giant. Countless blazing fireballs were projected from both hands. The terrifying heat evaporated the air. Meteorites on the ground collided with meteorites in the sky. In an instant, the earth shook and the waves roared.

Endless; countless golden thunders tore open the sky, like primitive swords slashing down mightily, cracking open the meteorites burning with silver cold flames, disintegrating them into the tiniest dust, and scattering them one after another; the sweeping storm formed a tangible tornado

, dozens of tornadoes moved slowly on the sea surface at the same time, sweeping across in an unstoppable manner. On the path they passed, the meteorites were drawn into the core of the storm before they had time to fall, and were annihilated into powder; the surging sea surface

Waves suddenly rise, rivers roll back, torrential rain pours, and waterfalls in the sky instantly drop endless water, pushing the mighty meteorite rain in the direction in which it came... But the element of light is silent, but attached to any kind of

Among the power of the elements, they are given the purest nature, which is enough to compete with the power of the ruler.

The mighty meteorite rain gradually thinned out, and was finally completely shattered by the agitated elemental magic. No quarter moon could remain.

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