With the last clang of metal clashing, the demon-like, invincible figure finally fell.
The sword in Constance's hand broke into two, and at the last moment, she infused the power of lightning into the blade, and with Duke Owen's desperate cover, she finally found an opening and pierced through Berentine's breastplate.
The violent power of lightning drilled into Berentine's body through the hole in the breastplate, destroying everything within the armor, regardless of whether it was human flesh or not. After suffering countless injuries, this decisive blow finally drained his stamina, and even the power of annihilation could not get him to stand up again.
Constance was in a daze as she stared blankly at the broken sword in her hand, as if she was still in a daze from the battle. Only when a soldier's weapon fell to the ground did she realize that it was all over.
She looked around the hall, or rather, the ruins of the former palace, and everywhere she looked, there were broken bricks and tiles. The entire hall had mostly collapsed due to the battle, and only half of the majestic vault was hanging shakily above, while the other half was in pieces on the ground.
Heavy rain poured down from the broken vault without any obstruction, washing away this devastated place. In the overflowing rain, there was a thick color of blood that could not be dispelled.
Amidst the collapsed walls, the limbs of the buried soldiers could be seen exposed. The owners of those limbs had sacrificed their lives to buy Constance a chance to attack, and now they had lost all signs of life. The surviving warriors staggered to the ruins, and silently gathered the bodies of their comrades.
Charlemagne had lost an arm, and a piece of ice was frozen near his shoulder to prevent further blood loss. He used his remaining right hand to hold the sword to support his body as he looked down at Duke Owen on the ground.
"What are you looking at? I'm not dead," the old general said as he forced a smile. "Compared to my previous injuries, this is a small problem. But can any of you come and shield me from the rain? "
Constance walked towards Duke Owen, but the latter raised a hand and waved it in the air, stopping her. "Your Highness … No, Your Majesty, go see your father. I won't die."
Constance nodded and came to the side of the Dragon Soul Emperor Berentine.
She bent down, using the broken sword to support her body, and looked at the man in black armor in front of her. He was still as tall as he remembered, but at this moment, there was a weakness that he had never felt before. Rain fell from the sky, landing on the cold armor, gathering into streams of water between the grooves of the armor. They flowed as if they were taking away the life force of the armor.
The power of annihilation had retreated, and Constance knew that very well, because the soldiers killed or injured by Berentine had yet to mutate. In other words … the one in the armor was her father again.
She reached out to take off Berentine's helmet, but he raised his hand in an inexplicable manner, stopping her.
`Don't open it, my Connie. I'm frightening now. '
"It's all over, Father."
"Yes, it's all over." A hoarse voice came from the helmet, and with every word, the voice seemed to get deeper, "It's all over …"
He was silent for a few seconds, and finally said softly, "Connie, I have something to tell you …"
"I already know," Constance pressed her hand on Berentine's chest, "about my origins."
"… Do you hate me?"
"No," Constance shook her head, "The inheritance must be completed by the inheritor … and I am very happy that you can be my father."
"Is that so? That's good."
A faint light appeared behind her, and Constance felt the air around her turn warm. She heard Rheia's voice, "I can't save him."
Constance's hand trembled slightly, and she said softly, "… I know."
Berentine saw the silhouette that appeared out of thin air behind Constance, but in his disappearing vision, he could not see the silhouette's true form. All he saw was a ball of light, a ball of warm, unbelievably powerful light standing in front of him, and that ball of light was walking towards him.
Constance watched as Rheia walked to Berentine's side, and finally made her first request to anyone in her life, "Bless him, please?"
Rheia turned back to look at Constance, and a faint smile appeared on her face, "You seem to have guessed my identity?"
"After touching that armlet," Constance quietly looked into Rheia's eyes, "I can 'see' some things."
Rheia nodded, "Go, do what you have to do, I'll stay here with him."
Constance led her soldiers and knights out of the ruined palace, and in the rain, only the tiny goddess and the dying last inheritor were left.
Rheia squatted down beside Berentine, "Speak if you have anything else to say, I will do my best. This is what you deserve."
"Give me a dream." A faint voice came from the heavy black steel helmet, "A dream about the past … the people I have forgotten, the things that happened in the ancient era … Be it draining my soul, or tearing it apart, no matter the cost, I want to see them one last time … to see my old friends that everyone has forgotten."
Rheia placed her hand gently on Berentine's forehead, "Sleep, child, sleep well."
It was a long darkness, so long that it made one wonder if there was no light at all, and it made one wonder if the world had only ever been this dark night, but in the end, the light still came.
He opened his eyes, and felt like he had had a very long dream, and he could not remember what happened in the dream. There was only a very gentle voice by his ear, just like a mother's.
The voice coaxed him to sleep, and the voice woke him up.
He looked around him, and saw a large lawn, and the bright sunlight shone on the green grass, giving off a lazy yet comfortable glow.
There was a banquet going on on the lawn, and all sorts of people were gathered around the long table, and they were holding wine glasses in their hands as they chatted and laughed with each other.
Their faces were blurry, and they were all very familiar, but he could not remember any of their names.
But suddenly, all the blurry faces became clear, and one by one, the names seemed to come out of his heart and stuck in his throat.
He got up and walked towards the long table, and the black armor fell off his body piece by piece. He was surprised why he was wearing such a strange outfit to sleep here, but his footsteps did not stop.
The people around the long table had already noticed his arrival, and they all turned around, smiling as they raised their wine glasses and called out his name.
Tuman, Tiamat, Haersonga … everyone was there.
They raised their cups and drank to their heart's content, talking and laughing about things that seemed very, very old but also seemed to have just happened yesterday. Their banquet lasted until the night, when the stars rose and the magnificent Milky Way covered the sky.
He looked up at the sky, reveling in the starry night.
"Let's go." Someone tugged on his arm, and he turned his head, and saw the muscular Tiamat standing beside him, and behind Tiamat, his smiling friends. "Everyone is waiting for you."
Haersonga, the tallest of them all, smiled at him as well. "Let's go, it's time for us to leave."
He smiled.
It was time to leave, his friends had left a long time ago, and he had been late for too many years.
He lifted his feet, and together with his friends, they walked towards the starry world …
The rain gradually stopped, and the low rumble from the sky had disappeared without anyone noticing. Rheia was still in the same position as before, with one hand on Berentine's forehead, and the other tightly gripping the latter's right hand that was covered in an iron glove.
But after a moment, she let out a soft sigh and stood up.
Berentine's helmet fell to the side as if it had lost its connection, and the various parts of the black armor also shattered and fell off, and within the armor's cavity, there was nothing left.
"You can finally have a good rest."
The dark clouds in the sky began to recede, as if a thick lead shell was sliced in half by a blade, and while there was no sunlight, the light of the divine barrier shone through the clouds onto the world that had been ravaged in just a short month.
The first ray of light shone into the ruined palace, and shone upon the warriors who were resting against their weapons, while the second ray pierced through the boundaries of the dimensions, and split apart the remaining clouds, and shone upon the slowly disintegrating ancient fleet.
"All units have stopped attacking." The support AI reported.
The clouds of the cryptic world had finally dissipated, and the chaotic and mutated dimensions were quickly mended, and the ancient echoes that relied on this distorted dimension to exist were finally freed.
The black traces of decay quickly faded from their bodies, and the warships and warriors from different eras were bathed in the light as they slowly dissipated into the atmosphere. The connection between the cryptic world and the surface world was unprecedentedly close, and on the images from the external monitors, the land of L 'Haronne could now be seen clearly.
But this was not a sign of the dimension collapsing, on the contrary, it meant that the distortion of the world had finally been corrected, and the cryptic world created by the Cycle of Annihilation no longer had a need to exist, and it was quickly becoming a part of the normal dimension.
Lily and Vivian stared at the changing dimension in a daze, and for a moment they forgot to speak.
Hao Ren was also staring at the scene outside, and he saw that the mutated galaxy above the chaotic dimension was slowly returning to normal, and the stars were slowly returning to how they once were, and in the slowly condensing galaxy in the background, a giant silver-white starship suddenly appeared. It spat out a bright tail flame as it slowly accelerated into the distance, and on the side of the starship's armor, the words "The Revelation" shone brightly in the starlight.
Hao Ren just stared at it, until it turned into light particles like the other ancient echoes, and disappeared from his sight along with the starry sky.
Nolan looked down at the data sent back by the detection device she left in the earth's core. It was sent by the "Heart of God" a few seconds ago, and it only had two short sentences:
The last carrier of annihilation has been destroyed.
The war is over.
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