(Thank you to Alliance Master Nakajima Kaze for your support. I should have written it in the title, but the title was too short for me to write … …)
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"Friendship is magic … … right?"
The prince was stunned for a long time. Then, he slowly nodded and agreed from the bottom of his heart. "Well said."
This actually made Huai Shi, who had stolen lines from children's cartoons, feel apologetic.
He didn't refuse the precious time Huai Shi gave him to breathe. The prince calmly adjusted his posture and raised his head again as his people sang. His face was glowing.
"This kind of battle is really delightful. Huai Shi, why didn't we get to know each other earlier?"
He sighed wistfully. "A little earlier, a little earlier, a long, long time ago … … If only we could have gotten to know each other on that land, gotten to know each other, and explored together. How good would that have been?"
"Although I am very grateful for Your Highness' deep friendship, shouldn't these words be better said by a girl?" Huai Shi shrugged. "Don't look at me like this. I'm actually quite a good teammate."
"That's really a pity."
The prince laughed softly.
The white horse let out a long neigh. Its iron hooves slammed against the ground, and it spat out a line of blazing breath. Its wings suddenly unfurled, and its feathers transformed into rays of light.
Pure and holy wings of light unfurled from this hell, and it greeted the enemy with a pure and hearty smile.
"Then, let us begin again!"
"Okay!"
The grand melody of the Ode of Joy rose once again. Huai Shi unsheathed his blade and axe. With a thunderous roar, he madly charged forward.
Endless power poured into his body. He felt as if he had turned into light.
Everywhere he passed, Origin Substance spread wildly across the ground, causing the grass seeds that had fallen from the broken bag to germinate and grow. Immediately after, countless towering trees grew. In the blink of an eye, the withering and flourishing transformed into a solemn and cold forest.
The Mountain Ghost roared and stepped on the trees that grew out of the ground. It galloped towards the sky and chopped down with its axe!
The blade swept horizontally.
A thunderous roar burst forth from the sky.
The white horse neighed, and its wings of light shook again, forcefully suppressing Huai Shi's attack. Immediately after, an even more solemn power surged from the prince's body. The cracks on his handsome face cracked, and the pair of azure eyes became even more serene and profound.
The prince was burning.
Pure light condensed on the blade of the sword, and an iron-like majesty burst forth from it.
It was incomparably sharp.
Huai Shi felt his wrist tremble violently. A crack appeared on the blade of the axe that was reinforced by layers of power, and a terrible scratch was left on the back of the sacrificial knife.
He was sent flying.
The pegasus spread its wings and chased after him. The prince raised his sword and slashed again!
However, in mid-air, Huai Shi seemed to have given up on resisting. He stretched his limbs and exhaled the hot air in his chest. In the next moment, dark green flames burst forth from his eyes.
It was like the reflection of the scorching sun.
Phantoms broke free from the body, each holding a knife and an axe, and faced the incoming prince. The Mountain Ghost roared and spat out three feet long cold flames from its mouth.
From his hand, the chain whizzed out and tied around the neck of the pegasus.
Then, the long spear, short knife, and sharp axe burst forth with a roar. The low echoes turned into a rhythm, overlapping in one place, perfectly blending into the climax of the Ode of Joy.
A chord!
With the support given by Lily, Huai Shi could now release a move like the Xiang Dragon after a little preparation.
It was unstoppable!
The white horse neighed tragically.
A crack appeared on its neck, and blood spurted out. The prince's sword was suddenly shaken by Huai Shi's slash, and the tip of the sword flew horizontally and fell to the ground.
It was broken.
The white horse spread its wings and stopped in the sky. The prince raised his sword in astonishment and stared at the broken sword. Soon, a trace of admiration appeared on his face.
"With this strike, I will repay you for your amazing skills, Huai Shi, my challenger!"
In the sky above the stage, he stared at the falling young man. He slowly raised the sword in his hand and declared loudly, "With all my soul dedicated to this sword, virtue will exist with my legend —"
In the impassioned chorus, in the praises of the people and the expectations of the young girls, a pillar of light rose from the sword.
The light was like a flame, wrapping around the broken blade and rising upwards like a banner of light. It soared into the sky, leaving behind a slender trail that was engraved in everyone's eyes.
The mighty sound of the horn burst forth, announcing the prince's bravery and strength to the world, praising the divine power and valiance of the sword.
"Great spirit of the gods, with this sword as the proof."
The prince shouted, and the banner of light was raised high. Virtue and hope burst forth with endless light, and the pure and dazzling light occupied the only main axis between heaven and earth.
With the prince's loud declaration, the huge burning sword of light slashed down.
"— — The mighty long night ends here!"
It was the torrent of light that burst out from the blade of the sword. It moved forward in a straight line and would rather break than bend. With an indomitable aura, it destroyed all obstacles in its way as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
This bearing was the embodiment of virtue and integrity from the heart, and this power was where the nobility was.
Just by watching, one could understand the hope that figure had placed on it.
Just by listening, one would lower one's head in the impassioned declaration.
The eternal long night was broken with one slash.
Immediately, the sky was filled with light.
In the dead silence, even the joyous and blessings filled with joy and blessings were broken by this sword's roar. Countless blessings and BUFFs were destroyed by this single slash.
The majestic dense forest fell apart under the illumination of the light, and the forest was broken in half.
All darkness was purified.
The long night ended here.
Dawn arrived.
This was a natural counter to the power of darkness. There were no blind spots or gaps in this terrifying attack, tearing apart all darkness and announcing the arrival of light.
When the rising smoke and ashes gradually dissipated in the wind, the wind blew away the smoke and ashes that had been burned out.
Behind the layers of broken barriers, Huai Shi's thin figure slowly raised her head. A cracking sound came from her broken face, as if she was about to completely fall apart.
Countless strands of dark Origin Substance began to slowly dissipate from his body.
"The transformation between life and death, so that's how it is?"
Huai Shi's lips opened and closed, and the fragments peeled off from his face. As the corners of his mouth curled up, he revealed a smile of understanding. "So that's how it is … …"
From his naked upper body, in the crack on his chest, the fire that was gradually extinguished was replaced by a new flame that rose up once again.
Where his blood dripped, a withered yellow grass gradually grew out from the crack in the stage. Illusory dew dripped down, landing on Huai Shi's broken palm.
Thus, in an instant, the crack on his palm gradually healed.
This was the true power and miracle of the Mountain Ghost Sacred Mark.
It wasn't assimilating death, but rather embracing death. It wasn't stealing life force, but rather coexisting.
It was different from the Yin Soul, which constantly absorbed negative Origin Substances to bring itself closer to death. This life that was obtained through self-destruction pursued a form that was closest to the essence of life.
After discarding all of the meaningless burdens, the pure flow of life force was realized. It was like water, rising from high to low, from many to few. Through this borrowing and repayment, an inconceivable miracle could be created in a short period of time that couldn't even be described as "a single thought".
It was like a small amount of money flowing in before the account was closed after all the numbers in the account were deducted.
Even if it was only 0.0001 RMB, it was still an important indicator to distinguish between something that existed and something that didn't.
Even if the massive body and lush leaves on the surface were burned to the ground, as long as there was a line of roots, life could continue. It could grow again, germinate, survive the long winter, and welcome the grand opening.
It wasn't until all of the Origin Substances had evaporated that Huai Shi comprehended the essence of the Sacred Mark's transformation. If it weren't for this sword, he didn't know how long it would have taken him to personally experience the Mountain Ghost's transformation and growth.
Now, all he had to do was rely on the remaining grass under his feet.
Huai Shi took a detour from the borders of death and returned. Under Lily's endless rain of light, his countless wounds slowly healed.
He took a step forward, feeling as if his old body had been peeled off.
He had been reborn.
Huai Shi gripped his blade and axe tightly, smiling proudly at the prince in the sky, announcing his existence.
Immediately afterwards, after the darkness had been suppressed, vitality began to appear in front of his chest. The Origin Substance smoothly changed between the two stages, forming a perfect cycle.
"Then, I'll repay you with this, Your Highness!"
From Huai Shi's whisper, there was a sudden roar, which came from the collision of the blade and axe. A loud clanging sound rose from the steel and turned into a heavy beat.
Sword and Blade Technique — Performance Method!
It was as if he had pressed the start.
The mighty will was carried out in this heavy beat, and Huai Shi's will was undoubtedly transmitted to the hearts of every performer in the performance hall.
After a brief moment of astonishment, the old man in front of the organ raised his hand and suddenly pressed it on the keyboard in front of him.
As the pedal fell, the huge air valve hidden behind the wall suddenly opened. Hot steam rushed in the pipe, washing the ancient reed, causing everything to shake violently.
It was as if the whole world was immersed in turmoil.
A heavy melody burst out from the old man — terrifying and solemn, with a thousand times the reverence, ten thousand times the holiness, and a million times the coldness!
For example, fate.
But now, in the mighty melody, fate rushed to the end, welcoming the final judgment and judgment, facing the light of redemption and the thunder of punishment.
The end of the world had come!
"The Holy Spirits and prophets bear witness that the world will melt in the fire!"
As the melody spread, the low cello sound burst out from Huai Shi's hands and spread.
Under Lily's lead, the singers in the choir opened their mouths and sang in unison. The low voices overlapped, turning into a roar and roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
"That day is the day of the wrath of the Kingdom of Heaven, the day when the judge will come! The majestic horn will sound in all directions, and death and nature will be terrified! "
"The day of wrath is coming!"
They were shouting and announcing, "The day of wrath will come!"
Thus, the thunder of judgment was in Huai Shi's hands!
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