Alliance: A Great Compassion Mantra, I make the whole network autistic

Chapter 802 Darkness
"Let's go, let the light shine in every corner and let the darkness have nowhere to hide!" Su Zhe waved his sword forward, leading the team, step by step towards the unknown challenge.

Their conversation drifted in the night wind and became a legend passed down through the world, inspiring those who came after them to move forward bravely.

"This power... is stronger than ever before." The Balancer woman whispered softly, with fear and determination in her eyes.

Passerby A exclaimed: "Look! They are like the warriors of ancient times, stepping into the den of dragons and tigers without fear."

"Mom, will they encounter monsters?" A little girl tugged at her mother's clothes, her eyes full of curiosity about the unknown.

"No, dear, they are more powerful than monsters. They are the embodiment of light." The mother replied gently, her tone full of confidence in the messengers of light.

The castle's gate swung open with a bang. What greeted them was not the servants of darkness, but a dead silence, as if the entire space was holding its breath and waiting for something. The young man pointed to a hidden passage and said, "Go this way, it leads directly to the throne room of the Dark Lord."

"Let's disperse our operations, reduce targets, and improve efficiency," the wizard suggested. His voice echoed in the empty corridor, causing waves of echoes.

"I agree." Su Zhe nodded, "Remember, our goal is to find and seal the source of darkness and protect each other. This is the key to our victory."

The team members quickly dispersed and went deep into the dark hinterland. Every step seemed to be on thin ice, and unknown dangers lurked at every corner.

"Do you feel it? The darkness here is more intense than I imagined." Leah whispered to her companion beside her, the sword in her hand quietly unsheathed, flashing a vigilant light.

"Indeed, but it cannot devour the light." The Balancer woman responded, her hands gently clasped together and her eyes closed in thought, as if she was communicating with some ancient power.

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the silence, and a team member rushed out from the fork in the road in panic: "Monster! The monster is coming!"

Everyone gathered quickly and saw a huge shadow beast rushing out of the darkness, with its fangs bared and claws swaying, its eyes burning with bloodthirsty desire.

"Keep the formation, don't panic!" Su Zhe commanded loudly, and the sword of light in his hand suddenly lit up, as dazzling as the sun.

The battle broke out at this moment, and the interweaving of light and shadow formed a series of thrilling scenes. Passerby B hid in the corner and witnessed this scene, muttering to himself: "Is this... Is this the power of the Light Messenger? It's so spectacular!"

After a fierce battle, the Shadow Beast was finally killed by the combined efforts of everyone and disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

"Well done. Let's keep moving forward." Su Zhe encouraged the morale. Although everyone was tired, they were full of fighting spirit.

As they journey deeper into the throne room, they encounter more tests, and each dangerous situation brings the team closer together and makes the outside world sing about them.

Finally, in the center of a magnificent hall, the Dark Lord slowly stood up, surrounded by an ominous aura, and his empty eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

"Welcome to my domain, ants of light." His voice was icy cold, with an arrogance that could not be ignored.

Su Zhe took a step forward and pointed the sword in his hand at the other party: "You are wrong, we are not ants, we are the messengers of light, the hope of all those who yearn for light in this land!"

“Hope?” The Dark Lord sneered, “Hope is nothing but an illusion in the face of absolute power.”

"Then let us see, is your darkness more powerful, or is our light everlasting!" Su Zhe's voice echoed in the hall, firm and loud.

The battle is about to break out, the contest between light and darkness has reached its climax, and the entire space seems to be trembling with this epic showdown.

Outside the battlefield, the town's residents, apprentices, and even travelers from afar all looked up at the night sky, silently praying for the safety of the Messenger of Light, and looking forward to the legend who would bring light back to the world.

"Are you ready?" The Dark Lord roared, releasing a force that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth.

"We are born ready!" Su Zhe responded loudly, the light boiling in his body, illuminating the deepest dark night.

"Witness it, this is the power of light!" As Su Zhe shouted, an unprecedented radiance burst out from his body, like the rising sun, dispelling all the haze around him. His teammates were encouraged, and their own light power also rose, forming a series of dazzling light barriers to resist the fierce attack of the Dark King.

"How is it possible?!" Passerby C, who was watching this magnificent battle from a distant hill, exclaimed in disbelief. More onlookers soon gathered around him, whispering to each other, with shock and awe written all over their faces. "Can they really defeat the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, they can." An old man with bright eyes stood up, holding a seemingly ordinary cane in his hand, but with the wisdom of a wise man in his eyes. "Because they hold not only the power of light, but also the faith and hope in the hearts of countless people."

The aftermath of the battle made the entire earth tremble, but the messengers of light did not retreat. Every move they made and every spell they cast revealed their determination and unyielding spirit. Although the Dark Lord was strong, he felt unprecedented pressure on this battlefield full of light.

"You guys..." The Dark King panted, and for the first time, he showed hesitation in his tone. He had never encountered such a powerful opponent in a long time, and the purity and vastness of the power of light made him feel a little scared.

"Let's end it, Dark Lord." Su Zhe's voice was filled with irresistible power. "Choose to surrender, and there may be a glimmer of hope."

"Haha, surrender? What do you believers of light know?" The Dark King suddenly laughed loudly, but there was a hint of sadness in his laughter. "Light and darkness have been mutually exclusive since ancient times. Without darkness, how can there be light? If I lose, light will also lose its meaning of existence."

As soon as these words came out, not only did the messengers of light fall into silence, but even the onlookers could not help but fall into deep thought. A young lady murmured to herself: "Is it really as he said, that light and darkness must coexist?" At this moment, the Balancer woman stepped forward, her eyes calm and firm: "Maybe it was so in the past, but it is different now. People have learned to dig out light from the depths of their hearts, rather than relying solely on external opposition. You have lost the necessity of existence."

"Really?" A complex light flashed in the Dark King's eyes, and then he slowly raised his hands, as if he had made a decision.

"If... If this is my fate." The Dark Lord's words came to an abrupt end. The dark energy around him began to fluctuate violently, and then quickly shrank like a receding tide, and finally merged into his body and disappeared.

As everyone was stunned, they saw the black fog that originally shrouded the castle gradually dissipate, and the first ray of morning light broke through at dawn, illuminating this once dark place.

"He's gone?" Xiao Jie asked in disbelief.

Su Zhe smiled slightly and looked around. The light sprinkled on his face, looking particularly gentle: "Yes, the light will eventually illuminate every corner, including those that were once dark."

Just as everyone was about to leave, the pale young man suddenly knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face: "Thank you for letting me witness the true light."

Su Zhe reached out and helped him up: "Everyone has a seed of light in their heart, and you are no exception. You have to walk the road ahead bravely."

Their backs gradually faded away and became a legend, inspiring everyone to find the light in their hearts and bravely face the darkness in life. And on this continent, the legend of the messenger of light will always shine like the sun for future generations.

"Look, they are our heroes!" the little girl pointed to the sky and said excitedly to her mother.

"Yes, baby, but they are also ordinary people, just like you and me." The mother stroked her daughter's head, her eyes flashing with hope for the future.

"But they did what we dream of, Mom. Can I be as brave as them one day?" The little girl's eyes sparkled with longing.

"Of course you can, my dear child. As long as you keep a bright mind and take a brave step forward, everyone can become his or her own hero." The mother answered gently, conveying endless encouragement and trust in her words.

Off to one side, a few old men sat together, their conversation drifting gently in the breeze.

"I remember old John often said that the battle between light and darkness has never stopped since ancient times. But what I saw today really makes me cry." An old man with white hair and beard said with emotion.

"Yes, who could have thought that these young people could do such a thing. Their stories are destined to be sung by bards." Another old man echoed, his eyes gleaming with memories.

"The future belongs to them, and to all of us who have hope in our hearts." A steady voice joined the discussion. It was the town's blacksmith. His arms were covered with traces of labor, but his eyes were filled with undying passion.

At this time, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar. A messenger came galloping over. In the dust, he announced loudly: "Good news! The messengers of light succeeded! The King of Darkness has been sealed, and peace and light have come to the continent again!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole town was instantly boiling, and cheers and applause intertwined into a victory movement. People hugged each other and shared this sudden joy, as if even the air had become fresh and full of hope.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the crowd, a young scholar stood quietly by the side, holding a thick diary tightly in his hands, with a thoughtful gleam in his eyes: "History is always written by moments like this. The courage and sacrifice of the messengers of light will be the best teaching materials for future students. I hope that people in the future can find the persistence and courage in the face of difficulties in their stories."

As the sun sets, the town gradually returns to tranquility. Beside the warm fire in a tavern, travelers sit in a circle, exchanging stories from their journeys. One of them raises his glass and speaks in a deep and powerful voice: "No matter where we are, we can always feel the light of the messenger of light. This is not only their victory, but also the victory of everyone who holds light in their hearts."

Others responded one after another, the crisp sound of glasses clinking together echoed throughout the cabin, and everyone's eyes were burning with hope for the future.

"So, what will happen next?" a young man asked curiously, his eyes flashing with infinite yearning for the outside world.

An old man smiled and patted the boy on the shoulder: "My child, the battle between light and darkness will never end, but it is precisely because of the challenges that this world seems more exciting. Although the story of the Light Messenger has come to an end, new legends are waiting for you and me to create."

After the words were spoken, the tavern fell into a brief silence, and then broke out into a more heated discussion about the unknown, adventure, and the desire for light in everyone's heart.

"You're right, old man." The boy's eyes flashed with determination, "I also want to be a hero like that, even if I can only illuminate a small piece of the world."

"You have great ambition!" A burly traveler nearby patted the boy on the back in appreciation, "Remember, every hero starts out as an ordinary person. What matters is the indomitable heart."

During the conversation, a breeze blew by, bringing the fresh air of the distant mountains and forests, as if listening to and responding to people's wishes and dreams. In a corner of the tavern, a mysterious traveler put down the scroll in his hand and quietly joined the discussion: "In the eternal dance of light and darkness, the real power comes from the heart. The messengers of light taught us that even the smallest light can bloom in the darkness and guide those who are lost to find their way."

"So, what kind of challenges do you think will be waiting for us next?" asked a curious girl, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and desire for the unknown.

The mysterious traveler smiled slightly, his eyes deep: "Every victory of light is a warning to darkness. Perhaps, in some unexplored sea or in a distant desert, darkness is brewing a new conspiracy, attempting to once again erode this land that has just gained peace."

Hearing this, the atmosphere in the tavern suddenly became solemn, and everyone felt a little uneasy. At this time, a traveler in a cloak pushed the door open, his dusty face could not hide his determination. "I am from the border village of Estera. There have been strange phenomena there recently. The stars no longer shine at night, and the villagers' dreams are filled with fear and despair..."

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the tavern. Su Zhe, one of the messengers of light present, frowned, and had made a decision in his heart. "This is not just a sign of darkness, but more like a call. We must go to Estella and uncover the truth behind all this."

Everyone expressed their willingness to follow, and for a moment, a united force gathered in the tavern, and everyone's face was filled with determination and courage.