"… What you say is quite good, but it's meaningless."
Perhaps an impassioned idealist's speech would receive applause, but when that idealist's dreams collided with those with vested interests, cruel reality and actual violence would tell him that the truth would always be within the reach of his fist.
Was there no one who wished to make this cruel world a little better? Was there no intelligent person who discovered the path of truth to save the world? That was impossible. However, those who were good at scheming would usually be physically weak. In this cruel world, the Word of Truth wouldn't be able to make it far without the support of strength.
"I need power. In order to be able to be reasonable, I need more power than those who do as they please."
I knew that no matter how beautiful my words were, they would never be able to move those hungry wolves. That was why I desired for the Light of Law to illuminate the entire world. It wasn't because it was superior or because it represented some advanced culture. It was because in this cruel world, Law could give mortals more power.
"I seek the path of protection for the weak. I seek the sword of judgment for the pure to slay the evil. I hope for the light to illuminate the land, even if some people are destined to live in the shadows."
Since this world was destined to be one where the strong preyed on the weak, then I would allow mortals to become strong individuals who could control their own fates.
Only when I truly walked down this path did I discover that there were far too many seniors on this path. Some of them had been strangled to death by their own ideals, some had lost their beliefs, and some were still persisting in confusion. They were all searching for the nearly impossible path of salvation.
There were many ruins of civilization and countless people who had given up hope. Perhaps they were mortals who overestimated themselves in the eyes of the Gods, but in my eyes, they symbolized that heroes were being passed down from generation to generation. There had never been a lack of foolish people who angrily roared at the heavens.
"Why, why won't you give us a path of survival!?"
Perhaps some people would think that I was amazing. After all, most of these major events that were destined to be recorded in history were planned by me.
But I knew that I was just lucky … I just happened to meet someone who could help me realize my ideals.
Without Estrada, the Holy Light wouldn't be able to receive salvation … Estrada was actually just one of the countless Holy Knight who followed the path of protection. Only when that silver war hammer landed in my hand did I realize how heavy it was.
If the original Holy Knight who protected humanity in the wilderness was the origin of the past, then Estrada was nothing more than a vessel. On the plains of despair, the Holy Knight who walked into the crowd were the true nameless heroes. Perhaps it was impossible for them to defeat the Gods, but their furious roars and resistance against the God of Holy Light signified that the Holy Light had entered a new life.
"I bear the Path of Holy Light, I swear to protect the weak, I swear to expel the darkness, I swear to do good for the rest of my life, I swear to protect and fight for mortals!"
From that moment on, the dawn of a new era truly began. The Holy Light Knight who broke free from the Gods' restraints would use their own hearts to protect the Holy Light. That was the future of the Holy Knight. And the Holy Knight who died on the plains of Bardi were the true heroes who broke the Path of Holy Light and created a new future.
Now, on the plains of Bardi, even though monuments to the Holy Light weren't allowed to be erected, the mortals who experienced the Holy Light's events still kept repeating the roars of those heroes, even if they didn't even have names.
The Holy Knight's sacrifice was only an ordinary member of the Holy Light's generation …
Aillé had sacrificed himself for eternity and shattered the Cycle of Reincarnation. Orloss had seen through everything, yet he had to bear the stigma of being a foolish king.
Without the sacrifices of those who shared the same path, what would my fantasies amount to? The ones who truly made my inconceivable fantasies become reality were those who sought the path of salvation. Among them were the Gods, demons, devils, but even more than that, ordinary mortals. All they desired was to survive in this damned world.
"We just want to survive. Why is it so difficult? Dear Aichy, don't you love us? Why do you have parents? "
When the despairing masses finally gave up on asking the Gods for help, when they decided to sacrifice everything so that their children wouldn't be stabbed into the spears of bloodthirsty villains, how could the seeds of resistance possibly be extinguished?
"… My seniors' sacrifices weren't for nothing."
When that invisible flag was erected, there were ancient first-generation humans, survivors from the haletdam generation, princesses from the Kingdom of the Elves, heroes and sages from human kingdoms, evil dragons and dark elves from the Underground Cities, and princes from destroyed countries.
Inconceivable? Actually, it sounded nice to call them seniors, but according to how they mocked themselves, it was actually "those who should have died long ago but are still struggling at death's door and making a fool of themselves."
The irony was that when this generation's Cycle of Reincarnation was broken, the ones who made the greatest sacrifice and worked the hardest were us who had already lost our homes, inheritances, families, countries, and even our own civilization.
We did everything we could so that our descendants wouldn't have to walk down our path again. We shared our experiences with other destroyed countries and species in order to prevent the misfortune of having a destroyed country from descending upon us again.
And our final conclusion was quite laughable — "Don't be afraid, face them head-on!"
That's right, in the face of despair, so-called persuasion and morality were all fake. It would be the most foolish of all to hope that the high and mighty existences would truly have so-called compassion. True combat power was the only way to solve all problems.
No matter what we intended to do, we would still have to fight against the two major factions in the end. The battle to establish the Hades was a direct confrontation against the two major factions, and we won! We actually won!
Cynthia died? Our hard work seemed to have been realized? Our mission had ended?
"Ha, how laughable. Just look at this world. At least one hundred and seventy countries are currently at war. Countless invaders and ambitious individuals are currently wantonly trampling over the lives and souls of mortals. Everything is over just like that? Is this the peace that you've been hoping for? "
That's right, the price we paid was to avoid the inevitable despair of death. It was still unknown whether or not we would be able to survive this cruel final Holy War.
Every Holy War in the past had ended in near total annihilation. None of the Holy Wars had the despair of the Creator Goddesses' awakening, but the final Holy War was still incredibly tragic. And this final Holy War meant that all accumulated conflicts and historical legacies would explode at the same time. Since every species desired the one and only crown, this final Holy War would definitely be incredibly brutal. There would definitely be no so-called victor.
Our Hell now has four Pillar Gods: Holy Light, Law, Death, and Ice. Mortals will obtain new power. When Law truly protects every mortal, and when mortals become the strongest, perhaps a relatively long period of peace will descend. Mortals will also learn to communicate in peace. However, growing stronger will require time, and our enemies won't give us such time. If we can't get past what's right in front of us, then everything will be empty talk.
"Don't be a coward! Face them head on!"
'Come on, no matter who your opponent is, no matter how strong you are, come on, since you think that strength is the only truth, then let me, a dead leftover, reason with you. Then, I'll show you how many teeth this old dog still has.'
A cold, putrid wind blew towards us. Behind us was a town of the living that was urgently being reinforced, while in front of us was an endless army of undead. Meanwhile, on our side, there was only a single person standing atop a gigantic Horseman of the Apocalypse.
This was a battle of one against ten thousand, but it was fated that the strong would bully the weak.
"Come, weaklings who fear death. Welcome your true eternal slumber! Come, allow Grandpa Yongye to teach you the rules of being a ghost. "
When the silent undead army blew their horns to charge, I felt that my boredom for fighting had finally ended. The "Holy War" that would end everything had finally begun.
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