The Requiem, which buried all souls, was played here. The Doomsday Sutra, which brought the final judgment and redemption, was played to the climax.
As if thousands of people were chanting and singing, the power of the Creator transformed in the melody. Countless laws collided violently in the passionate rhythm, emitting a dazzling light.
In Huai Shi's hands, the knife and axe had turned from tangible to intangible.
It was difficult to distinguish their outlines with the naked eye.
Endless lightning burst out from them, ravaging the air and the line of sight. It stung every pair of eyes, making people bow their heads and unable to look directly at the grace of God.
It was as if judgment had descended.
It descended on the tip of the young man's index finger.
Countless bolts of lightning shot out from within, lashing out at everything in the mortal world. As he moved forward, he tore everything apart as easily as crushing dry weeds.
The day of fury had arrived!
"This power is truly a miracle. You are even stronger than I imagined!"
In the sky, the prince held the still burning sword tightly. His face was illuminated by the lightning, but his green eyes were full of joy and expectation.
The pegasus was neighing. Countless feathers exploded from its wings, stirring up a hurricane. Carrying the light that had not been extinguished, it swooped down with the prince's roar.
A straight line was outlined in the void.
In the roar, the stage wailed and shook violently.
Lightning and light collided, illuminating the faces of the two.
The same excited smile.
Huai Shi took a deep breath and roared. Lightning swept out, smashing apart the sword that was descending from the sky. She raised her blade and slashed down.
Bang!
A shield with a lion's head appeared on the prince's arm, resisting the impact of the lightning. Even in the wandering lightning, strands of golden hair were burned to ashes.
"You don't mind, do you?" Behind the shield, the prince laughed. "I thought I wouldn't need it. If I knew, I would have brought a spear."
"I should be the one saying that …"
Huai Shi stared into the prince's eyes and raised his eyebrows slightly. "After all, it looks expensive."
Boom!
The drummer exerted his strength!
From a close distance, the blade suddenly trembled and once again cut inwards to a depth of two fingers. A crack appeared on the relief sculpture of the lion head.
Then, the prince lifted the axe with his broken sword and swung it towards Huai Shi's neck.
In the instant that Huai Shi blocked, the heavenly horse neighed and its iron hooves rose. But soon after, with a flash of lightning, it was sent flying backwards with a wail.
The wings were broken.
Thunderbolts, which were like divine punishment, lashed its body. In an instant, it destroyed its defense and body, disintegrating the power of the pegasus from the inside out.
Heavy injuries!
The feathers of light fell to the ground and melted.
The whining white horse struggled with great difficulty. It raised its face and rubbed against its master's arm. Reluctantly, it dissipated.
The prince climbed up from the ground in a sorry state, as if he wanted to stroke its mane for the last time, but he hesitated and withdrew his hand.
The hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
They watched it leave in silence.
After a long time, he raised his lowered eyes and slowly took a step back. He took one last look at the place where the white horse dissipated, turned around, and walked towards the boy holding the thunderbolt in front of him.
"Come on, Huai Shi!"
He whispered softly and raised the broken sword and the cracked shield. "Let us put an end to this long night."
"Yes, I think so too."
Huai Shi looked at him quietly. For some reason, he no longer smiled. He just clenched the thunderbolt and the weapon in his hand tightly and let them burn his palms and arms with a sizzling sound.
"Soon."
He took a step forward and whispered softly, "Soon, I will free you from this nightmare …"
At that moment, the roars of the prince and the mountain ghost rang out.
On the stage that was riddled with holes.
In the wail of the falling sky burning, thunder and light collided with a roar.
There was no more opportunity for change, no more time for hypocrisy, and no space to retreat or dodge. In the collision of the mighty song and the melody, light and thunder erupted from their hands.
The sword, the axe, and the shield set off a loud roar. In the pure power and speed, they showed their ferocity and dignity.
Slash, block, pierce, and attack again …
The battle was presented here in the most barbaric and direct way.
With the roar and roar, the fragments of the sword and the knife flew. The shield fell apart. Huai Shi roared, suppressing the darkness in front of him and the pain in his soul. The axe fell!
Bang!
The sword fell out of his hand and flew backward.
But the prince did not panic. Instead, he clenched his fists and stood still in his dizziness. He took a step back and forced himself to straighten his body. Then, he used all his strength to launch a final attack on the opponent in front of him.
Only a hair's breadth away.
Under the restraint of the chains, the broken iron fist left an unreachable distance from Huai Shi's face.
Huai Shi stepped forward.
He crashed into him.
The sacrificial knife pierced the prince's chest and came out from his back.
Then, the mighty sound of the bell burst out from the sky. In the roar, the mighty announcement spread in all directions.
Behind the curtain, the girl's sad song came to an abrupt end.
Under the witness of all the audience, in front of countless pairs of shocked and sorrowful eyes.
— The victory and defeat had been decided.
"It's over, Your Highness."
Huai Shi whispered in the prince's ear, "The long tour and adventure has come to an end."
He said, "You can rest now …"
"Is that so?"
The prince laughed hoarsely, "We've just met, and it's time to say goodbye? What a pity … "
He fell awkwardly.
Huai Shi supported him and leaned him on the broken platform. He wanted to say something, but he felt his hand being held tightly.
The pale hand was stained with sticky blood. The once handsome prince held the wrist of the young man in front of him. His eyes were still as gentle as before.
"Congratulations, Huai Shi … You've defeated me. From now on, you're the new prince." He gasped and asked softly, "But … what kind of prince do you want to be?"
"… To be honest, I haven't thought about it yet."
After a long silence, Huai Shi scratched his head and didn't know how to answer, "But I think, since I'm so happy, I'll be the happy prince, right?"
For some reason, the prince couldn't help but laugh out loud. He coughed violently, "Haha, it sounds … Ahem … Very unreliable …"
"Yeah, I also think I'm unreliable."
Huai Shi sighed, "How can a shameless guy like me be qualified to be a prince? If I'm reduced to being a prostitute and working in a KTV in the future, will you think I'm unreasonable? "
"At that time … Will you still treat us monsters as equals?"
"Maybe."
Huai Shi shook his head self-deprecatingly, "Maybe, no one will like me at that time … You see, no matter how popular I am, the popularity will eventually pass.
When I'm no longer popular, I may really have to rely on everyone to feed me. "
"Then, will you save the innocent people?"
The prince coughed and looked at his face, "Will you uphold justice and help those who ask you for help …?"
"It's hard to say."
Huai Shi smiled bitterly, "After all, sometimes I don't have a good life. If I want to help others, I have to take care of myself first, right?"
But his hand was held tightly by the prince, so tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away and disappear.
In a daze, the prince spoke in a hoarse voice. His eyes were full of hope.
"Then, will you still be … A hero?"
"Of course."
Huai Shi nodded seriously, "A person should have some goals, right?"
"That's good … That's great …"
As if his wish had been fulfilled, the prince whispered softly, his smile was as if he had been released, "Don't … Walk into that good night peacefully … Huai Shi … Don't be … Like us …"
A cold iron block was stuffed into Huai Shi's hand.
Using the last of his strength, regardless of the boy's astonishment, he placed his broken sword between his five fingers, so that he could hold it tightly and not loosen it.
This was the last inheritance.
"Farewell."
He bowed his head and said goodbye to the boy. "Your Highness …"
Huai Shi was stunned in place.
In the gradually dissipating sound of the bell, the former prince smiled and gradually turned into light, rising into the sky, blending into the beautiful neon lights in the amusement park.
He disappeared.
At that moment, an illusory light appeared on top of Huai Shi's head, outlining a gorgeous crown, solemn and noble.
From the audience, including Kitten, countless leaders of Yamatai City stood up, bowed their heads to the new prince, and bowed to him.
From today onwards, he was the new prince.
Following another announcement of the bell, all of the audience gradually dissipated, returning to their original positions.
As they left, streaks of pure Origin Substance floated in the air, condensing into tiny crystals that looked like precious gems.
The large golden amber was a gift from the Happy Heart Frame, the large black gems were left behind by the leaders of the large groups, and the countless fine crystals were the Origin Substances left behind by the Ascendants.
Then, all of them fell into Kitten's pocket.
"A perfect performance, a perfect ending. Huai Shi, you've done something only you can do."
Kitten lowered his head to look at the countless Origin Substance crystals in his pocket, finally letting out a sigh of relief, "Otherwise, who knows how long it would take to gather all of the joy and sorrow left behind by the audience …"
"So, all of this was planned by you?"
Huai Shi raised his head to look at him, not knowing if he should be angry or grateful, "You planned all of this so that I could participate in this stage play?"
"This is also the will of the park."
Kitten calmly replied, "I believe that the prince will also agree with my decision … … Come to my office later, I'll be waiting for you there."
Without waiting for Huai Shi to react, he held the bag of beautiful gems and hurriedly left.
Leaving Huai Shi alone to face his own problems.
In the silence, Huai Shi turned his head, looking at the curtain in front of the stage … …
One step away.
But for some reason, he didn't dare to move forward, hesitating, afraid that he would be disappointed in the end.
In the end, Huai Shi finally gathered his courage and lifted the curtain, then … … he saw that mocking and arrogant face, the eyes cruel and fierce.
Yes, a hand-drawn picture of Brother Wutong, pinned to the door frame.
It was so lifelike.
"That young lady looks quite shy."
In the already empty stage, Fang Shu, who had been waiting for a long time, sighed, "Because she didn't know what to say to you, she hesitated for a long time and quietly ran away … … I wanted to keep her for a while, but this doesn't look like a place to talk, so there's nothing I can do."
After a long silence, Huai Shi raised the picture in his hand with a wry smile, as if he could see the sly expression of the girl when she was drawing it.
"You're really something, Lili … …"
He shook his head and stopped talking.
He didn't know if he should be happy for her existence or disappointed for her departure.
"Ahem."
Fang Shu lowered his head and coughed, interrupting Huai Shi's disappointment, "But before she left, I gave her the phone number of the stone marrow museum and your contact information."
Huai Shi was stunned in place, unable to believe it.
"… … Fang Shu?"
"Yes?" The butler raised his head and asked, "Young Master, what are your orders?"
Huai Shi couldn't help but grab his hand, crying like a kitten,
"Are you an angel?!"
The old man didn't speak, but smiled reservedly and proudly.
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