Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 226: As time goes by, will the script begin again?
The dagger in the palm of his hand was glowing, and the violet carvings on the wooden handle seemed to have been tempered in a raging fire, with a temperature that could scald one's heart. The blazing, blinding light was like the surge of a tide, almost instantly drowning the dead and gloomy world and swallowing up countless floating crescent moons. Every ray of light that burst out from between his fingers shone with an extremely gorgeous, extremely sacred, and extremely blazing brilliance, like throwing out thousands of holy golden spears, piercing through all the haze that shrouded the head, and immediately ushering in a brilliant and splendid scene.

The next moment, four majestic pillars of light descended here with a bang. The shape of each pillar of light was beyond the scope of what the human eye could capture. The radius that could not be described by numbers alone covered an area of ​​hundreds of kilometers. It penetrated the fragmented sky upwards, and probed into the dark and heavy earth downwards. In the end, it even crossed the border of the world and rushed into the area covered by the crown of the ancient sacred tree.

From afar, under the umbrella-like canopy, the pillar of light was like a holy sword, piercing through the leaves, the dome and the broken dark clouds. Tangible golden fragments fell like raindrops from the sky, as if it was a sunlight rain. The fragments of light sparkled like broken glass, burning the dark eyes and making them retreat, not daring to look directly at it. It was a brilliant spectacle.

The princess holding the dagger high was standing in the center of the four beams of light, protected by them. Her face, neck, arms, body, skin, blood... and even every tiny strand of hair were all coated with sacred golden light and were shining brightly, making her look like a god born from the light, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

"I will end this battle." She said word by word, as if to fulfill a promise to someone: "Because I have this dagger and the courage you all have given me!"

Hearing this familiar answer, Lingge in the void space suddenly felt dazed, as if he was back in 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, just like the bright glow emitted by jellyfish under the tide, illuminating the entire stage. And the actor holding the sword was uttering 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, and you will no longer be trapped in thorns or lost in dreams..."

In an instant, the silent theater and the surging sea of ​​light overlapped, and the two different images merged into the same artistic conception. The rising tide of light was the curtain, the flowing light was the lights, the golden earth was the stage, and the myriad frozen images were the background... There were only two actors, and the rest were the audience.

Will the princess of Beman know that she is performing a play that happened a hundred years ago? Sir Roman, who has been searching for the ancient castle in the Sossen Mountains for his entire life, has found nothing, but wrote this script as evidence of his persistence. 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, allowing them to 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-devouring monster Noctus; while Olvera wants to save herself and her companions, and her enemy is a curse that is born with suffering and disaster. The two images magically intersect and eventually extend to different trajectories.

This thought was born and quickly disappeared, and it would not last longer than an accidental absence of consciousness. However, someone was able to capture what happened in this instant, so he reached out and patted his shoulder: "What are you daydreaming about, Lingge?"

"Don't keep Olvera waiting for us too long."

In the direction of her finger, four beams of light fell from the sky, illuminating the entire dark void as bright as day. From these four beams of light, Lingge felt someone calling him, with such a pious and sincere mood, as if praying.

After Alice finished speaking, she took the lead and walked towards the four beams of light. Without hesitation, she walked into one of the beams of light and was gradually assimilated by the flowing light. She disappeared from sight and went to another distant world to respond to the person's call to her. Before she disappeared, she seemed to turn around and waved, as if calling on others to catch up.

Saint Xia Liya sensed that fate was coming, so she led her lamb and walked slowly into the second beam of light amidst a confused bleating sound; Metien and Shemi looked at each other and saw the determination in each other's eyes. They vowed to put an end to this sad story, even if it was not for themselves, but for Olvera, or for the old man who had gently told the story in the herb garden. So the two of them walked hand in hand into the third beam of light.

Ling Ge turned around when he heard the voice and found that it was Alice who was looking at him with strange eyes. After seeing his reaction, she pointed to a place not far away and said, "It's time to go."

Lingge did not answer at that time, but now it seems that Obscure Noctus may not exist, but the will of the brave Rosh has indeed been inherited by someone - or in other words, it has been found by her.

There was only the fourth blank beam of light in the void calling Linger. He was silent for a moment, not because he was hesitant, but because he suddenly thought of a question that the playwright Mr. Rawls, the descendant of Sir Roman, asked him before leaving the Central Theater. He said, if the Sun Devouring Monster Noctus really existed, then does the hero Roche in the script also have a prototype?

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

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[Heroes Gathering·Power of the Four Sacred Artifacts: A secret that can only be used by those who are enlightened. Gather the power of the four sacred artifacts, call upon heroes from different time and space to come, destroy all enemies, and crush all darkness.] In the four magnificent and brilliant light pillars, the phantoms of heroes emerged. After being exiled to the distant void, they were able to return because of the princess's persistence. The light released at that moment made the rulers on the crescent moon tremble, and felt that their small and humble hearts were gradually melting in those lights.

However, this feeling might just be an illusion, because she still couldn't be sure whether she was a living being with a heart.

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

As soon as the words fell, the countless crescent moons that had been swallowed by the light resurfaced, slowly poking out of the golden ocean and rising to the high sky. At this moment, the invisible and intangible light was like tangible and tangible flowing water, pouring down from both sides of the moon, like a waterfall, falling into the sea and stirring up huge waves and surging echoes.

Each crescent moon floated behind the girl, emitting a chilly cold air. The curved arc transformed into a silver bow, and the mercury-like moon silk was the bowstring. Each bowstring was pulled apart by a pair of invisible hands, and the frost and cold mist condensed into ice-blue arrows, which were crystal clear and wrapped with sharp murderous intent, aiming at the four majestic light columns. Each cold arrow rotated slowly, and at the tip of the arrow, it formed a surging spiral vortex, enveloping the fragments of moonlight, as if an infinite and huge power was brewing in it.

"The final battle... If I use all my strength, will you blame me?"

The girl on the moon murmured in a low voice, and the crescent moon behind her released at the same time. The mercury bowstring suddenly burst into a sharp and long sound, piercing the silent air. Visible moon silver air waves whistled and rose with her as the center, spreading out in circles. Each air wave was tens of meters or even nearly a hundred meters high, like an insurmountable wall surrounding her. In this roaring moon storm, countless cold moonlight was sent out by the exploding crescent moon, dragging a cold tail, sweeping across the golden ocean, and arriving in an instant.

Although she never considered the princess of Beman as an enemy, as a creation, she could not choose her own destiny. To her, the order of the creator was everything. If she had to choose between the emotions she had developed and the mission that person had given her, her choice would undoubtedly be the latter.

The moonlight in the sky is proof of this.

Thousands of crescent moons are like thousands of silver bows, and thousands of moonlight rays are like thousands of ice arrows. When they are shot out at the same time, the mighty moonlight rain covers half of the sky and invades and devours the other half of the sky in an unstoppable manner. The terrifying momentum makes all living beings on the ground tremble with fear.

Olvera was on the ground, watching the moonlight rain coming towards her head, but there was no fear in her eyes, because she knew that someone was fighting alongside her.

The next moment, the phantom of a hero flew out from the column of light. She held a staff decorated with stars in her hand, and a petite fairy sat on her head. Facing the moonlight rain that was so close at hand, she waved her staff lightly, and the top of the staff burst into endless dazzling star spots. Bits of light surged in front of her and gathered into a huge shield, like a curtain hanging from the sky, blocking the path of the moonlight. It looked soft, but it had incredible power.

Every ray of moonlight that hit the shield made a startling sound, like a storm plowing across the sea, stirring up huge waves, trying to penetrate the shield in one go. However, every surging starlight blocked the path of the arrows, stubbornly resisting their invasion. The deeper they went, the greater the resistance they encountered, like being stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate themselves. In the end, all the arrows lost their momentum, and the cold moonlight gradually extinguished, falling dimly and silently into the sea.

The cold and hard 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 for the moon's extinguishing. She waved her hand gently, and the thousands of floating crescent moons broke away from the form of the huge silver bow, turning into thousands of heavy meteorites, falling from the sky. The flames they ignited when they rubbed against the void were cold silver, and the roaring sound left no doubt that when all of them fell, they would have the power to destroy the entire earth, and even the surging ocean of light might be evaporated.

Facing such a turbulent attack, the second hero's phantom walked out of the light column, opened the holy book in his hand, and chanted magic silently. As he chanted, the endless surging elements called and gathered around him, turning the great power of nature into visible power to vent freely.

In an instant, the blazing flames condensed into a huge giant, and his hands projected countless blazing fireballs. The terrifying heat evaporated the air, and the meteorites on the ground collided with the meteorites in the sky. In an instant, the earth shook and the waves roared endlessly; countless golden thunders tore through the sky, like a primitive sword, splitting the meteorites burning with silver cold flames, breaking them into the smallest dust and scattering them one after another; the sweeping storm formed a tangible tornado, and dozens of tornadoes moved slowly on the sea surface at the same time, sweeping across with an unstoppable posture. On the path they passed, the meteorites were swept into the core of the storm before they had time to fall, and were annihilated into powder; waves suddenly rose under the surging sea, rivers rolled back, and heavy rain poured down. The waterfall in the sky instantly dropped endless water, pushing the mighty meteorite rain in the direction it came from... and the element of light was silent, but it attached to the power of any element, giving them the purest nature, enough to compete with the great power of the ruler.

The mighty meteor shower gradually became sparse, and was eventually completely shattered by the surging elemental magic, leaving no crescent moon behind.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)