Dusk has arrived, but it is rejected by the gray sky. There is still a heavy atmosphere in the wilderness. A biting wind blows across the battlefield. Those withered weeds that were lucky enough not to be affected by the battle fell in the same direction, sending out tidal waves.
Like a whine. Looking across the Bolian Manor and the vast tracts of vineyards in the fields, you can vaguely see the shadow of the small town of Regram. Several fires burned tenaciously. From time to time, the lights were extinguished, but soon someone lit them again.
To prove that someone in the distant hometown is watching, waiting for the knight's return.
It is said that in the distant kingdom era, a certain head of the Gustave family was ordered by the king to lead 700 family knights to the border to resist the invasion from the enemy country. After twenty years of absence, when he returned, there were only 700 knights out of 700.
After surviving their lives, they returned to the fields of Grindelwald, but they felt at a loss for this earth-shattered world. It seemed as if their hometown had changed into something else. Until they stood outside the small town of Regram and saw those familiar lights in the distance.
At this time, the head of the family, who had been tense and silent, breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to his knights and said: "Now, we are back home."
From then on, no matter how dark the night was, the lights in the small town of Regram never went out.
For some people, their hometown is a light watching from afar. Travelers always snuggle up to the fireplace to keep warm after a long journey, and their souls long for a candlelight for comfort.
Xino withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell again on the huge monster in front of him. It was like weeds blown down by the wind, lying powerlessly across the devastated land, like a beached whale waiting for death on the beach after low tide.
.The ferocious body that once became a nightmare is now riddled with scars, and dark red filthy liquid flows out of each bone-cut scar. It is not blood, but the product of the materialization of the contaminated earth's magic power. They serve as support.
The energy source of this synthetic monster is now gradually disintegrating as the beast's vitality disappears, returning to the land that gave birth to them, but it may take a long time to return to its previous pure state.
There was no longer any violent and ferocious instinct in the beast's eyes, only the numbness that gradually dimmed. It was precisely because he had a premonition of his own death but could not stop it that he gave up resistance. Although the remaining breath was weak, it was still weak with the beast's body.
In terms of volume, it is actually no different from a roar. It echoes around and around, disturbing the silent battlefield, like the cry of a whale before it dies.
Xino rode forward and came to the head of the black goat. He raised his head and examined its appearance with a plain gaze. Examining the enemy who had cost the Gustave family seven hundred years and countless lives, he found that it was bigger than imagined.
Even more embarrassed: the pale horn was broken, the sharp teeth in the mouth fell off, and an empty hole was drilled out between the eyebrows by a gun blade... Even five of the six blood-red vertical pupils were poked out, except for the one that was intact.
In the huge eyes, the blood red was eroded by dark red, and the fine blood streaks spreading along the iris were like twisted worms, trying to burrow into its eye sockets and even its brain, trying to erode the last bit of its vitality.
At this distance, a single pupil of the beast is larger than the knight and her horse combined, not to mention the entire head or even the entire body. However, the knight's eyes seem to be looking from above, which is condescending.
The bird's eye view had nothing to do with height, but the suppression of her soul and spirit. She didn't even worry about what she would do if the beast counterattacked before it died. She seemed to be unable to avoid it at such a close distance.
Because the girl knew that the beast whose back was broken had completely lost its ferocity, and it probably didn't even dare to move, let alone fight back.
Seven hundred years ago, White Knight Shiboton, Joan of Arc and the rebel army joined forces and failed to make this dangerous monster surrender. Seven hundred years later, Xino did it alone. This does not prove that the latter is more powerful than the former.
Being strong only means that there is always something special about her.
The girl knight raised the Holy Spear White Thorn in her hand and gently pressed the sharp blade against the blood-red vertical pupil. Although she had expected her own death, when this moment really came, Synthetic
A huge sense of despair and powerlessness still arose in the heart of the Warcraft Chimera. The bloodshot eyeball jumped suddenly, and a humanized fear emerged. Countless insects twisted and spread, as if to destroy
Its last eye was completely torn apart.
"It's time to end."
Xino said softly, but not to the beast in front of him, but to himself.
With a slight exertion on his wrist, the gun blade thrust forward, piercing through the fragile eyeball, killing the last trace of life accurately and simply. There was no blood flowing out, and there was no desperate roar when dying, just the beast's breath in an instant.
It froze, and then the six eyes closed at the same time, just like covering the tomb coffin for the death of the master.
The vitality quickly dissipated, returning to the sky and the earth at an alarming speed, and the huge mountain-like body began to turn into mist and dissipate. The low hissing sound was like a burning flame, burning its flesh, flesh and bones into ashes, and buried it.
Entering this land that had been deeply hurt by it, it also buried the pale ambitions of all remnants of the old era, including the Windmill Cross Society.
Perhaps the uprising war seven hundred years ago did not really come to an end until today.
The girl knight raised her head and looked at the ashes floating in the sky under the gloomy sky. She had clearly defeated a powerful enemy, but she was not happy at all. On the contrary, she was feeling empty. A feeling of loss filled her chest, making her
Suddenly I couldn't hear my own heartbeat.
Since the glorious pioneer Baron Vince, the undying vows of the ancestors of the Goldstaff family have been made until death; the ideals of the Holy Lady, for which the white knight Hebberton fought, and the lofty belief in the desire to protect his hometown and people; and
The inheritance of a family, my grandfather spent his whole life pursuing it, his father Leonard had to fulfill his responsibilities even if he had to bear the prejudice of a "bigot", and his mother's weak voice begging her to "don't blame him" before she died... all of this,
Will it all end with the death of the synthetic monster Chimera?
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I think--
The girl knight's long hair gradually faded away from the red color and became flawless, and her eyes under the mask were once again stained with a burgundy luster, filled with sad emotions in the darkness: I'm afraid it has just begun.
…
"Miss...won?"
In the Bolin Manor, seeing the terrifying monster turn into ashes and disperse, the knights of the Gustav family seemed to have not yet recovered and looked at each other in confusion. Everything happened so easily, which made them feel caught off guard.
Every knight here knows how important it is to the Goldstaff family to completely eliminate the synthetic monster Chimera. It can even be said that it has become a deep-rooted obsession. They are deeply loved by the Goldstaff family.
I was willing to sacrifice everything for this mission, so I appeared on this battlefield without hesitation. I thought that tonight would be the time to repay the kindness to the lord and show the glory of the knight. Unexpectedly, the eldest lady defied everyone's opinions and persisted.
Going into battle alone; I thought she was weak and would face a tough battle. Even the knights were ready to disobey their lord's orders and rush to the rescue at any time. Unexpectedly, the battle turned out to be a one-sided suppression.
When the curtain came down, the terrifying synthetic monster was almost powerless to fight back in front of the eldest lady.
Has the girl they watched grow up since she was a child, unknowingly grown up enough to take on a big responsibility?
After the shock and confusion subsided, the young knights became excited. Although the old master was also a hero, he was old and no longer had the spirit of the past. They could only follow such a powerful, noble and benevolent man.
Only through their master can they realize their value as knights, such as the White Thorn Flower Knights who followed Baron Vince to open up the wilderness in the past or the Pure White Guards who followed the White Knight Hebberton and made great achievements. And the older knights are very happy.
, some people can't even control their emotions, and there is a little sparkle in their eyes. They are too old, so old that they are no longer interested in those merits and honors. They just see a kind of hope in Xino, a kind of silence.
The hope that the Goldstaff family will become great again after a long time, and that the white thorn flower that has gradually withered will bloom again.
If one day, the name of White Thorn Flower will be sung by bards again and firmly remembered by everyone in the countryside, but it will no longer be because of the reputation left by the ancestors in the past, but because of Xino...
Jean Goldstaff has made outstanding achievements in this new era, then they, the old knights who swear to follow the Goldstaff family to the death, can probably close their eyes without regrets.
"Lord Van Yindru, there is a successor."
The old knight Gustav once joined the army with his old master, and witnessed with his own eyes his high-spirited years and his depression after being injured. At this time, he couldn't help but think of it. He subconsciously raised his head, looked across the crowd, and looked at the old man in the wheelchair.
Silent back, but found that he was lowering his head, looking so thin under the mottled tree shadows. And the old housekeeper Weber was leaning over, leaning on the owner's mouth, listening carefully to something. However, if you observe
If you look carefully enough, you can see a deep sadness in his eyes.
The old knight's heart trembled suddenly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition, but he tried hard to get rid of this premonition and told himself: the master's old injury has been cured, and the threat of the beast no longer exists, he should be happy
That's right, how could an accident happen?
However, mixed with the rustling of leaves in the wind, the hoarse voice of the old master still reached his ears clearly——
"Did she win... Xino?" The old man's figure was as weak as a fallen leaf, gradually falling into the dust and mud in this sad autumn month.
"Yes, sir." Weber couldn't bear to look at it, but his sense of responsibility as a knight's retinue forced him to respond to his master's question: "The lady has eliminated the monster, and the Goldstaff family's seven-hundred-year mission has been completed.
From now on, the land of Granginia and the people on this land will no longer face any threats, because the glory of Guardian Gustave will always protect them."
His voice was particularly solemn, just like a priest reading an obituary for the deceased at a funeral. At this moment, the old Van Yandru recalled in a trance that he had only heard this old friend speak in such a solemn tone once in his life. At that time, he
At the age of twelve, he was saved by him on the battlefield, and he swore allegiance to him until today.
Perhaps the knights of the Gustave family are the people in the world who know best what it means to remain loyal until death.
The old man laughed silently. In fact, in the final stage of the battle, he had clearly seen the young knight pierce the beast's eye with a spear, wiping out its last vitality. But before he had time to confirm, he felt his eyelids were extremely heavy, an irresistible feeling.
The power is forcing him to close his eyes and sink into the boundless darkness. In the past, the old man would not have resisted this call, because he was already tired of seeing all the old things in this world, and he just had obsessions in his heart.
He was just barely alive, and now that his obsession has been eliminated, what excuse is there for him not to leave?
No, not yet... close your eyes.
The glorious knight of the Gustave family, the granddaughter of whom she is proud, the daughter of Leonard and Mystian... is about to triumph. On this triumphal parade, how can no one cheer for her and witness her glory?
At least until he sees her return victorious, he must not close his eyes.
The old man didn't know where the strength came from. He grabbed the old housekeeper's arm and opened his eyes tightly. The dark red eyes that had been stained by the years were shining with excitement. He said quickly and clearly: "
It’s not over yet, Weber, the mission of the Goldstaff family is not over yet! You have to tell Xino that we are guardians, knights of the land of hope, and we should protect everyone who has hope in this land, never
Give up the spirit of protecting the weak; Weber, you have to assist her, as well as Gustave, Worzel, Shanquel, Sita, Biberberg XIII... You are all her knights, please assist her to become qualified.
Master of the family, never forget why the flag of White Thorn Flower is flying! Also, remember to tell her——"
This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! His chest heaved violently and his breathing became short. Weber looked worried and wanted to speak to persuade, but was glared at by the old man. The majestic spirit from the head of the family was not enough.
It will weaken with age, so he felt awe for a moment, and it was difficult to say anything to persuade him. He could only listen to the old man continuing: "You have to tell her that I have always liked her since I was a child. It was she who made me
She has regained her affection and family. She has always wanted to let her live the life of an ordinary girl. However, Leonard and I both failed, so we have to let her bear such heavy expectations... I am not a qualified grandfather.
She was forced to do many things she didn't like, but Leonard's child was really good for her. She shouldn't blame Leonard or resent her father. If, if there must be an object of hatred, I
I hope that person is me...ho, ho!"
He was so excited that his breathing was as hoarse and heavy as a leaky bellows, but he still held onto Weber's hand and said, "Tell her that I have always loved her deeply..."
"Master!" Weber suddenly raised his tone and interrupted him for the first time: "I think Miss Xino would rather hear you say these words to her personally."
Say it personally?
Will there still be a chance?
The elderly Feindrup Jean Gustaf was thinking blankly, and was enveloped by an indescribable sense of loss. At this time, Weber gently pushed his wheelchair and walked out of the shadow of the trees. Behind him, the noisy shouts of the knights could be faintly heard.
The old man had a premonition of something at this moment. He used his last strength to look up. On the long stone road leading to Bolian Manor, a knight holding a spear was riding a snow-white horse, slowly approaching.
The sky was clear, and the haze-colored clouds were torn apart by a ray of brilliant sunlight. Those long-lost rays of light shone like gold on the young knight's body, making her figure walking towards the light like the dawn at Chatoli Manor, full of excitement.
At this moment, Van Yundru suddenly recalled the scene three years ago. He was waiting for his son's return just like now, but he did not appear in the end. A man was buried under the land where white thorn flowers were in full bloom.
The pain and guilt of the elderly.
After three years of delay, the knights of the Gustave family finally triumphed.
Tears filled his eyes. At this moment, the old man felt that all those heavy memories were gone. Along with his youthful ideals, his old responsibilities and his self-blame when no one was around in the middle of the night, they disappeared at the end of the distant world.
.A smile slowly appeared on his face, just like the smile he had when he watched the young girl fall asleep in her father's arms many years ago, and murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "
Sorry, Xino..."
as well as.
"I love you."
Children who are favored by the white thorn flower, we have always...loved you deeply.
He slowly lowered his head, as quiet as if he was asleep.