My Boss, the White-haired Nun

At this time, a red-haired man was sitting quietly on the top of the mountain, stroking the sword in his hand, he did not look at the existences under the mountain, but raised his head and looked up at the sky.The purple-red light shone on his fair face, and his reflected face was as calm as plaster in an art room.

And under that mountain peak, there are a seemingly infinite number of dead soldiers, spreading from the foot of the mountain peak to the end of the line of sight, boundless and endless.

Just like when he opened his first eyes to look at this world, the despair he saw in the seabed below [-] meters where no light could reach.

Why is he so sure that Walter will become a good person because of the first world he saw...

It is because no one knows that he once struggled so painfully in the abyss where he returned from the fall, he once wandered in that kind of grief, and what price he paid to break free from it...

no one knows.

It was like a dark tide of embers, dark and deep, with lingering black death energy and dark purple thunder, occupying the entire field of vision, the dead sang in it, the rotting corpses screamed in it, lingering around the cold as if to The desperation and death condensed into substance, as if a big ship made of nails of the dead would break out of it in the next moment, the dead held oars made of bones, and Hela, the god of death with a crown, sat on the decayed and broken throne .

The name of the crown is death.

But at this moment, the sea that was supposed to be boiling was eerily quiet, as if those Houkai beasts had finally learned to fear instinctively during the three-month war, or Their minds, which may or may not have finally realized that what they were doing was meaningless.

Finally, the man seemed to have waited for something. He no longer looked up at the sky, but lowered his head to look at the ocean. The boundless tide was reflected in the depths of his pupils, but on his face, there was a complex, There is self-deprecation, but there is no trace of fear or panic.

In the final analysis, the so-called abyss is nothing but the space of stigmata created by the erosion of his will, because all the reflections come from himself, and they are all those embarrassing, hopeless, powerless things that can only be left to the time. The hurdle that buried it, so it was difficult on that side when facing it.

Because it's not enough to face it again, but to face those despairs again and again in the endless abyss, and to cut off those unforgettable, bitter, cold... one by one.

As long as you can't give up, you have to face it until the end.

Can you forget?No, because in fact, for five hundred years, it was these cold and desperate things that supported him to go on.

The New Year's fire is too extravagant and can corrupt people's will. Only when it appears in the cold winter can people understand its hard-won and cherish it.

Can't see through, can't let go, can't hear, can't explain clearly.

Can't forget, so bear it?Then go ahead?Then beat it, right?Hasn't it been like this for five hundred years?Don't those helpless things happen one by one in such a time and then are forgotten by everyone as time goes by?Haven't you already gotten used to this kind of thing?Those failed, those misunderstood, those promises that collapsed before his eyes, those promises that could never be fulfilled...

But... really... can't do it...

Even though he has a thousand and ten thousand reasons to forget those painful memories, even though he must have countless reasons to give up those attachments.He can't even do something like that...

Living for too long is really a cursed thing... He is the last person in the world who remembers those once brilliant lives. Before he can see those expectations, those hopes, those dreams, or fall forward How could he forget those things before the road?

He has never been a person with a good memory. A long time ago, it was because he didn't care, but now... because he cares too much...

"...My resentment is really something extraordinary. It can actually give birth to so many Houkai beasts and dead soldiers."

The red-haired man looked at the endless Honkai beasts and dead men, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Really... Shouldn't I be Guang Zhengwei's representative? What is going on in such a dark heart! Am I so desperate?"

There seemed to be a gentle chuckle in the void, as if some non-existent girl put a plain hand on his shoulder, and tapped him lightly with the scroll in the other hand s head.

He turned his head and saw the indifferent smiling face of the black-haired girl.A little further back is the red-haired peer in a white dress, on the left is the big apprentice wearing a red hood looking expressionlessly, and on the right is leaning on a huge golden cross A smiling white-haired girl stood in front of a pink-haired priestess with a calm face.

They looked at him with different expressions, but their eyes were all the same... relieved.

Gong Ming smiled softly, and stood up from the top of the mountain, with a figure like a sword, pointing upwards to the sky, and downwards to the world.

"Forget it...it doesn't matter what he is, it's already reached this point anyway, and there's no room for me to regret it."

The girl in the long green dress smiled silently, and made a hug gesture behind him, but before touching his body, it turned into a streamer and merged into his body.

The black-haired man gently raised his sword, and held it in front of him. His own shadow was reflected on the blade.

"Gong Ming is not a ruthless person, but he also has love for the world. Therefore, he does not think about right and wrong, but does not suffer from remembrance. Fading, just don't suffer for it, and let go of one's obsession."

He closed his eyes, and the Honkai Beast on the ground was like a cake cut by an invisible giant sword, and one-fifth of it was wiped out evenly.

Beyond the sky, the huge beam of purple light cast from New York came crashing down with mighty Honkai Energy.Projected in that huge vortex, in the eyes of the vortex, a space that seems to be in another world slowly appears.

That's... a hymn for the gods.

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Above the dome, a huge vortex suddenly appeared, and from the core of that vortex, one could faintly see the stormy sky outside.

Seeing this, the red-haired woman in the white skirt smiled softly, and took two steps forward. Her figure was as clear as rays of light gathered, and then turned into a dissipating stream of light and flowed into Gong Ming's body.

Wherever you step, there are flying feathers falling.

"Gong Ming is not a person without desires. It's just that there are so many desires and so much suffering in the world. There are gains but not gains. The choice is not out of the original wish, but it is also out of the heart."

He raised his sword and opened his eyes, his golden pupils were reflected on the blade, as bright as the sun in the sky.

The Honkai Beasts on the ground were once again reduced by one-fifth.

So he turned his head and looked at the girl on the left beside him.

Seeing him looking over, the girl with the red hood looked at him. Their gazes intertwined in the air. After a while, a very faint smile appeared on the girl's expressionless face.

Like plum blossoms blooming in the ice and snow.

The man also laughed, very lightly and heartily.Just like the invincible Nicholas back then.

The gentle girl just smiled like that, and in the sight of the man, it turned into little stars and dissipated in the air, melting into Gong Ming's body like a warm current.

The man opened his mouth softly, facing the whole world.

"Gong Ming is not a person with no intentions, but he has regrets in his heart, and he doesn't want to cause evil fate again. However, looking at the things in his life, the heart that is moved is not right or non-existent, and the things he does are not without regret. Unpaid Love, the debt owed, also repay it with love.”

He turned the sword in his hand upside down, facing the vast wilderness.Do the sword ceremony.