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"This is our victory! This is humanity's victory!!!"
The jet-black holy sword was overjoyed. This was a feat no hero had ever accomplished in a thousand years: surviving the enigmatic Demon King! And possibly even severely wounding or killing him!
Once it returns to the Holy Church, it can brag about it to its colleagues for the rest of its life!
Altottai and Apophis are nothing but idiots!
It! The true blade that slays emperors and demons! Isn't it a hundred times cooler than any holy sword of light or its great-grandfather?
The boisterous sounds echoed in his mind, only to be met with... a deathly silence. Feeling a sense of despondency, Darkfrey suddenly paused, raised his sword hilt, and cautiously looked at Shana sitting in the deep pit.
Those crimson pupils had some strange cracks, as if they had broken open from the inside, but they were not much dimmer.
What truly dimmed was the expression on Shana's face at that moment.
"No, Darkfrey, we have not won."
Shana gripped the hilt of her knife tightly, recalling the last thing she felt before losing consciousness, and shook her head heavily.
"If that demon king hadn't suddenly encountered some kind of problem, that terrifying attack would have easily crushed our sword light, annihilating us without leaving even ashes... We are too weak. Compared to that power that seemed to embody the entire dark side of the world, we are still too weak..."
"Weakness is the original sin!"
Anger reignited in his eyes, but deep within him lay self-loathing: loathing his own weakness!
Shana propped herself up, turned her head, and stared intently into the depths of the Demon Realm, towards the Demon King's City.
He clenched his fists tightly.
"After colliding with that power, I realized how insignificant I am now. Brother Mino... has he been entangled in and fighting against such a terrifying power all along?"
Confidence, pride, recklessness, and persistence were utterly shattered into nothingness in that terrifying clash of forces.
Shana stared at her bandaged hand, a realization dawning in the depths of her eyes:
"Brother Mino, and Fim... my power is not enough to rescue you from the Demon King's castle!"
"But I will not give up! Even if it takes ten years, a hundred years, or even burns out my life, I will definitely obtain the power to destroy that demon king! Until then... please be patient!"
Shana tugged at her cloak, finally withdrawing her gaze from the depths of the demon realm. Coming to her senses, she left her footprints, one after another, on the dark earth, marking the end of her journey.
"Darkfrey, let's go back!"
The red-haired girl, who had been striving for this goal since becoming a hero, was now resolutely setting it aside in this demon realm. She was willing to abandon her duty as a hero, disregard her own life and death, spend a whole month away from the kingdom, traverse the path of the hero that no one had been able to reach for a thousand years, and even set foot in the Demon King's castle to face the Demon King.
But he gripped the long sword in his hand more tightly than ever before.
Shana lowered her head, her teeth clenched so tightly they almost drew blood from her lips. She would never forget that her brother, her best friend, was still living a hellish life in the Demon King's castle.
"It's alright, I'll stay with you." Shana's voice was incredibly firm:
"Until I rescue you all, I will live forever in... hell!"
The dark, demonic wind howled incessantly across the wilderness, and the thick sandstorms blew the soil, carrying a hint of light, onto the scarred, red-haired figure.
Darkfrey remained silent, gazing intently at his master's profile, with a feeling that:
The newly born hero has begun to grow—
……
The kingdom's land has been revitalized.
The dark calamity that descended upon the earth like a nightmare vanished without a trace after the silver moon briefly appeared in the white night, as if it had truly become a dream.
Withered crops return to the soil without even leaving a trace, and then, in the blink of an eye, ears of wheat full of vitality sprout from the soil, radiating a vibrant glow of life.
Amidst the jubilation, no one paid any attention to the cause of the famine or the strange phenomena.
This could be the revival of a goddess, the blessing of the Mino Warrior, or simply a miracle recorded in history, left for future generations to explore its truth...
Everything was in harmony within the kingdom, and countless citizens who had repented once again sang praises to Mino and defended Mino's innocence.
As the magic circle expanded, the dark cracks once again brought the powerless hero back to the dark castle and the blue-haired maid.
As the red-haired hero stepped onto the border of the sacred Minotaur, he buried his sensational feat in the Demon Realm in deep silence.
The surging demonic winds and the monsters traversing the earth gradually wiped away the traces of the ravaged battlefield.
The two battlefields on the edge of the Demon Realm, even the lands where the last memories were engraved, have once again turned into wilderness, erasing the few remaining traces of strange power in the air, leaving only the turbid demonic energy that permeates the Demon Realm as always.
No one but those involved will ever know that this region once witnessed a miracle that repelled the abyss.
Everything seems to have returned to its original state...
Until, at the edge of the Demon Realm, at its center.
Where the massive magic array and evil altar once stood, without any apparent fluctuation of power, faint ripples appeared in the air—
The illusory moonlight spilled down, like a dream.
On the desolate and lifeless ground, a figure shrouded in a faint glow suddenly appeared.
The sacred aura stopped the air from flowing, and the magical wind, mixed with magic, swirled around, yet it seemed never to touch that figure; the pure white dress seemed untouched by anything of the world.
Her silvery-white hair flowed with a tranquil light, and her pure and lovely face, like that of a young girl, carried a strange ethereal quality. Her bright eyes seemed to be able to travel through time, gazing at this land that had once briefly displayed miracles.
On its head, two solidified, fluffy rabbit ears swayed gently.
The gods descended upon the arena—
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Undetectable to any being, without the slightest fluctuation of power or law, the pure white-clad girl landed directly in the center of the earth, traversing distant borders.
The white hair and rabbit ears emitted a soft, ethereal light, yet intertwined with an aura unique to the gods.
The girl gazed silently at the land where all traces had been erased, yet she seemed to see something special, and uttered a soft voice:
“██”
Two strange syllables echoed in the air, belonging to no language of any race on the continent, yet containing specific principles of law, bypassing the barriers of language, and possessing the power to directly penetrate the soul.
Regardless of what language they use to communicate, all living beings standing in the arena at this moment, as those two syllables fell.
They will all be automatically interpreted into concepts they can understand, and they will understand the existence that the words refer to—
【Mino】
Whether it's humans or demons who are good at communicating, aloof and reclusive dragons and dwarves, or even goblins who are monsters, if they were present, the first thing that would come to mind would be that radiant and majestic figure.
This is the language of the gods.
The girl, shrouded in the will of the gods, gazed at this land devoid of the abyss's aura for a long time before slowly raising her head and staring into the depths of the demon realm.
It was as if they were looking at some being within the Demon King's castle.
Her white ankles lifted slightly, as if she wanted to take a step, but seemed to be hesitating about something... In the end, she withdrew her foot, and the rabbit ears on her head twitched slightly.
After an unknown amount of time, the "girl" finally spoke, breaking the silence in human language:
"Waiting... Leah, we still have to wait..."
"A miracle has already happened... and that moment won't be far off..."
"When he... escaped the Demon King's castle again..."
"Before that, be careful... of the abyss..."
In her eyes, a moonlit light gradually flickered. The "girl" withdrew her gaze, which had been filled with a trace of longing, and lowered her head, as if whispering: "Before we meet again... everything can be endured."
Above the Demon Realm, the silver moon shone faintly in the deepening night.
The next moment, the girl vanished like a ghost, as if she had never existed at all.
Only a single, ethereal word remained, drifting on the wind:
"I'll wait for you, ██."
……
The world has once again fallen into calm.
But in a world known only to God.
As that black and white sword light was born into the world, it began to change incessantly, sweeping across the entire continent like a butterfly effect—
……
The Kingdom, in the far west - the desert.
The pitch-black dragon was beheaded here, and the cursed blood soaked the entire land, making the desolate desert, devoid of human habitation, even more uninhabitable.
The howling sandstorms raged across this desert, and the fall of the desert dragon did not restore life to this land.
Instead, for some unknown reason, it became increasingly desolate and barren, turning into a completely deserted wasteland.
However, this desert is not devoid of life.
In the heart of the desert, a massive, snow-white dragon skeleton lies buried deep in the sand. Its enormous frame, comparable to that of the dragon king Calester, is embedded in the ground, and even years of wind and sand cannot bury it.
Supported by the keel, a series of enormous sand caves connect underground, becoming the last shady places in the desert.
The sand trembled slightly, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps from the shadows of the sand cave, within which... were hideous, blood-red eyes.
"Gah—! Gah gah—! Gah—!"
Like the sound of gravel violently scraping against glass, shrill and piercing language echoed from a sand cave, quickly shaking the entire sandy ground beneath the keel.
The next moment, a violent sandstorm slid down from the edge of the cave, and countless shadows crawled out of the darkness like wild beasts.
With pale green skin, a sinister expression, and a short stature, he exuded an aura of cruelty and coldness.
Countless goblins emerged from the shadows of the sand cave.
Their eyes were filled with hatred, anger, and disbelief, and their feet pounded the sand violently, as if they were venting something.
Then, a particularly deep roar echoed in the air.
"Gah—! (Goblin language: Silence!)"
The commotion subsided instantly, and countless goblins stopped moving, concealing their dark and savage appearance, and docilely prostrating themselves with their withered and thin bodies, as if disguising themselves as harmless and cowardly monsters.
Immediately, from the largest sand cave emerged a... large goblin dressed in magnificent clothes and wielding a staff made of animal bones.
Its blood-red pupils seemed to be soaked in blood, so ferocious and terrifying that they lacked rationality. Yet, its sacred and solemn silk robes and the dark gemstones inlaid on its animal skull accentuated its dignified aura.