dark moon

Chapter 51: Final Act: The Sorrow of the Dark Moon (the same, final act, it’s two chapters in one, there’s only one update today)

Burning flames, fallen night stars, flowing blood, and wailing souls.

Everything is interpreting the meaning of ending.

The night sky is no longer the star-filled sky it once was.

The lightless dark moon hangs in the sky, blending into the night as always. Even its outline cannot be observed with the naked eye. Dozens of dim stars surround the dark moon, as if guarding its existence.

On the sky farther away, stars shine. Hundreds or thousands of night stars gather together densely, tightly surrounding the dark moon and the stars around her in the center. The brilliant starlight gathers together, full of oppressive force. Little by little, it eats away at the night surrounding the dark moon.

Tonight's night sky is destined to be noisy. In the blink of an eye, another meteor falls from the stars, cuts across the night curtain, and disappears at the end of the sky.This meteor is neither the beginning nor the end. As it falls, the stars become brighter and the light around the dark moon becomes dimmer.

Correspondingly, everything happening on the ground is no less impressive than in the sky.

The majestic Dark Moon Temple stands on the ground in a physical form. Around it, more than 40 half-virtual and half-real projections of the temple are tightly arranged, making the Dark Moon Temple's guard airtight.

Before tonight, at least two thousand guardian warriors and loyal combat professional believers from each temple had gathered in more than 40 temples. These loyal warriors had already been mentally prepared for tonight since they gathered here.

Psychological preparation for martyrdom.

Yes, the powerful warriors are ready to die tonight, because although their fighting power is considerable, the enemy is even stronger.

The enemy is the whole world.

Warriors from 63 countries and 970 temples gathered together. The number of high-level warriors alone exceeded 70.00, and there were countless ordinary warriors. It can be said that the number of warriors in the entire world , at least [-]% gathered here, and they came just for this scene to be staged tonight.

A few days ago, these tens of thousands of warriors had already surrounded the Dark Moon Temple and its surrounding temple projection groups. There had been many frictions between the two sides in the past few days, but there had never been a full-scale war until tonight.

Tonight is the night of war.

Swords and shields stained with blood waved in the night, taking away the wailing souls one by one; magic roared in the crowd, demonstrating its power; the brilliance of divine magic flashed, allowing the power of gods to come to the world.The summons from the illusory world and the walking undead are mixed together, each charging forward under the command of their own summoner. The thief in the shadow licks the black dagger, ready to stab a silent blow at any time, in the sky What flew by were the deadly arrows shot by the hunters, and what tangled on the ground were the plant roots summoned by the druids.

The war is getting more and more intense, and everyone is trying their best to fight, even if they sacrifice their lives. It has nothing to do with hatred, good or evil, everything is just for the survival of this world.

The soldiers on the defensive side shrank within the coverage area of ​​the temple group's projection, refusing to take a single step.Guarding in the realm of their own gods has given the warriors an astonishing leap in strength, and also given them almost endless physical strength, and they can fight tirelessly without retreating. However, it is a pity that the gap in strength is like an insurmountable barrier. The gap stood firmly in front of the soldiers.

The overall strength is much higher than our own, and there is more than a tenfold difference in numbers. No matter how brave the defending warriors are, they cannot escape the end of death.

As the commander-in-chief of this war, the battle priest of the Dark Moon Goddess, Seul Wright, was the only defender who did not join the battle. Even the devout ordinary believers who worked as handymen in the temple had joined the front line and defended with their lives. At the moment of the goddess, he still did not join the battle.

Wearing a brand-new priest's robe, with a silver sacred hammer hanging on his waist, Shuer walked in the only physical temple on the battlefield, the Dark Moon Temple, passed through the gate, passed through the prayer hall, passed through the preaching hall, and slowly Pushed open the door of the Dark Moon Hall, the core of the temple.

The lights in the hall were dim, and only the tall statue of the goddess stood in the middle of the hall, silently watching everything in the world.

In front of the statue, a blond girl wearing a bishop's robe and a crown of the moon knelt on the ground with her back to the door, her hands clasped in front of her, her head lowered, and she kept chanting sacred notes in her mouth.

The girl seemed to have merged with the statue of the god. The invisible divine power was emitted from the statue, radiated around the girl as a hub, and intertwined with the divine power emanating from the shadows of the surrounding temples, forming this sacred area that protected the defending warriors. field.

In fact, it is not just the girl. Every shadow of the surrounding temple, in the sacred hall of its body, represents the archbishop of the church's gods in the mortal world. Like the girl, they have been singing in front of the statues, singing the gods' prayers. The sanctuaries are connected together to guard the warriors who fight for their faith.

The expressionless Shuuer slowly walked behind the girl, wordlessly stretched out his hand and put it on the girl's head, gently stroking the girl's smooth blond hair. The devout bishop girl did not move or speak, but there was a drop in the corner of her eye. Tears oozed.

"Looking at your expression, it's probably too late." Shuer's expression was unusually calm, and his voice was as calm as ever, "It's just one step, right?"

The girl said nothing and nodded gently, tears finally falling down her cheeks.

"I understand." Shuer raised his head and looked at the towering statue.

As usual, the statue looked back with a soft expression and compassionate eyes, just like the priesthood of the dark moon goddess Luna, silent dedication, silent devotion, and unknown love.

With a sigh, Shuer walked to the statue, slowly knelt down on one knee in front of the statue, lowered his head for the first time, and kissed the toes of the statue affectionately. His movements were gentle and soothing, as gentle as a lover.

"I understand." Repeating the previous words, Xiu Er stood up and walked towards the way he came from without looking back. The moment he walked out of the holy hall, Xiu Er suddenly stopped, bowed his head and remained silent for a moment before saying, "These years, thank you, thank you, and, I failed, I'm sorry."

The door of the holy hall was quietly closed again, and the girl in front of the statue had tears on her face again.

Perhaps because of the wind when the door was closed, the candlelight in the holy hall danced, and the flashing light reflected on the face of the statue. The corners of the statue's eyes flickered, as if they were shining with tears.

Along the way he came, through the preaching hall, through the prayer hall, and through the gate of the temple, Shuer personally closed the main entrance of the temple for the first time, stood on the high steps, and stared down expressionlessly. of killings.

War is always going on.Soldiers fell one after another, attackers and defenders. Life was so fragile tonight, for both sides.

Another night star fell, another phantom of a temple collapsed, but the soldiers had no time to take care of these. The only thing that filled their consciousness was fighting, and fighting again.

His eyes were full of dark red splashing all over the sky, his nose was filled with the stench of burning corpses, his ears were filled with the roar of magic and the clash of weapons, and his mouth was filled with the sweet taste of blood. What dominated the night was death. , is war.

No one retreats, no one escapes. For both sides, they have lost their way out. The only meaningful thing is to defeat the enemy.

The battle line is advancing little by little. There are fewer and fewer soldiers on the defensive side, and the defensive circle is getting weaker and weaker. More and more attacking soldiers tear open the enemy's defensive circle and break into the interior, blocking their defensive circle for half a night. Became disorganized.

However, even so, the defensive soldiers still resisted desperately, constantly putting huge pressure on the attackers, especially the line of defense directly in front of the Dark Moon Temple, which delayed the attackers for half an hour, until the attackers finally After clearing the road, when the main attack force climbed up the stairs, the first thing they saw was Shuer, who was still guarding the entrance of the temple with an expressionless expression, and the corpses of hundreds of strong men scattered on the huge platform.

The strong men who had fought side by side, the strong men who usually talked and laughed together, the strong men who were omnipotent in the past, fell one by one in front of Shuer, but Shuer was still standing, standing in the dark moon. The door of the temple seems to never fall down.

The sacrifices of the strong were meaningful, and they accomplished what they hoped to accomplish.

Xiure was panting, panting violently, and the 77 wounds on his body were all emitting burning pain, telling him that his body was on the verge of collapse, his mental energy had been exhausted, and even the simplest low-level healing techniques could not be used. He could only let the hot blood flow along the wound, taking away the remaining vitality.

All the strength in his body has been drained, and even the potential that was temporarily stimulated by consuming a lot of vitality with his hometown's secret method is gone. However, Shuer still holds the hammer tightly and stands upright at the entrance of the temple. He has changed his image in the eyes of his friends in the past, just like A statue that will never fall.

Opposite him, the black-haired forest elf who is half human and half deer is holding a hunting bow, the weak girl wearing glasses is carrying a two-handed heavy sword half the height of a man on her shoulders, the bearded dwarf is wielding a heavy battle ax, and the gloomy elf is The mage's fingertips were dancing with the brilliance of lightning, and the hot Necromancer was surrounded by black air behind him. The short halfling appeared and disappeared in the shadows. Behind them, there were countless powerful warriors ready to move.

"Xiuer, why." The beautiful forest elf tree elf girl's hunting bow failed to fire, her expression full of sadness, "Why have you come to this point?"

"God loves the world. I follow the guidance of the gods. I also love this world." Shuer took a few steps back and leaned against the door. His stern face finally had an expression. It belonged to many years ago and his friends have long been used to it. , but the smile that made my friends feel particularly at ease, "Everything is just for this beautiful world."

"So, this is what you want?" The elf mage looked back, as if he had seen a scene in the distance that was beyond the reach of his eyes. There, billions of twisted nightmares were wandering on the earth. Wherever they passed, the earth cracked, humans and animals Extinct.The collapsing earth, erupting volcanoes, raging tsunamis, and the end of the world are nothing more than that.The mage withdrew his gaze and asked with a stern face, "You should know what the situation is outside now. Do you want to see this?"

"Of course I know." Shuer smiled tiredly and said calmly, "One-third of the 63 countries have fallen, and death and despair are everywhere. The question is, who wants to see this? Who are these? What’s your fault?”

"Xuer, you blocked the final ceremony and that's why we got what we have today." The weak female swordsman's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was choked with sobs. "Why did you interfere with the ceremony? Why do you insist on doing this again?"

"Haha, because I am right and you are wrong." Shuer's tone was like stating a verified fact, "Everything you do can only make things worse. Only our choices can make things worse." It is Parvatija’s only hope.”

"Then you shouldn't interrupt the ceremony forcefully, and you shouldn't insist on making the current choice." The black-haired forest elf said with a faint anger, "Three thousand priests died because of your interruption, don't you feel guilty? Is there something that we can’t talk about out loud, so why do we have to hide it until the end?”

"Because everything I do is for your good, for the good of Parvati, and you won't understand. Your eyes have been blinded by care, so you will never find the best choice. Only me , I don’t care about this world, all I care about is you, so I can see the truth.” Shuer put away his smile and stood up straight again, “Look, tonight’s results have proven that even now, you still can’t Understand my painstaking efforts, and maybe you will know soon that it was your choice that brought Parvatija to a dead end."

"It's this sentence again, and it's for us to cover up your suspicion." Lin Jing shook his head in extreme disappointment, "You seem to have been changing for so many years, but in fact, your essence has never really changed. You never know what trust is, you have never really trusted us, you have never believed that we can understand your thoughts, accept your ideas, and share hardships with you."

"Heh, maybe." Shuer was stunned, laughed at himself, shook his head and sighed, "However, it's too late to say anything now, and the only way left is the last way."

"Yes, in the end, we still have to rely on fighting to decide what is right and what is wrong." Lin Jing bit her lip tightly and fully drew the hunting bow, "Shur, this is the last time to tell you that we love you, we really love you. you."

"I love you too, Moria, and Saf. My love has never changed." Xiu Er raised the hammer, his voice was as warm as the first time they met, "Goodbye, dear."

Figures rushed out, arrows shot through the air, giant swords were waved, and blood splashed.

Looking up at the sky at the last moment, Xiure's eyes saw the light of the stars suddenly brightening to the extreme. The invisible dark moon trembled violently in his perception, completely losing its gentle aura in the past, leaving only a dead silence.

Behind the scenes, the temple collapsed, and everything that had passed was buried with the collapsed temple.

"Huh, what kind of ghostly dream is this?" Shuer's body shook, he sat up suddenly from the bed, looked around blankly for a long time, and then remembered where he was.

The dancing cat seems to be drunk again and has a nightmare. Sure enough, you can't drink too much.

"Premonition? Warning? Or just a dream?" Shuer murmured to himself as he opened the window and looked up at the night sky, "Did you let me see this dream? What do you want to tell me?"

The sky is full of stars, quiet and peaceful.

The silver moon is like a hook, far away in the horizon. The dark moon has no light and cannot be observed, but it hangs high in the middle of the sky. The gentle dark moon looks at the noisy world, silently spreading its unique energy unknown to the world. Nourishes the growth of all things in the world.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream. Unfortunately, dreams can still wake up, Parvatija, haha."

Outside the window, the dark moon hung high.

(End of this chapter)