Suria began her journey of defeat.
She was cut in half by Laing's Vengeance.
She was smashed into meat paste by Thor's Hammer.
She was burned into ashes by the psionic storm.
She was swallowed by the black hole, and all traces of her existence were erased.
Suria was no match for Laing. Suria, who was already in a bad state, was killed many, many times.
However, Laing seemed to have predicted that such a day would come. The gray knight's original body gave Suria the highest level of spiritual tattoo, allowing him to share his life with her. As long as Laing did not die, Suria would not die. The female knight died again and again, and then resurrected again and again. Her soul was fixed and would never leave.
To mortals, immortality might be the greatest blessing and fortune, but when faced with Laing's Corruption killing and resurrecting again and again, Suria's spirit almost collapsed. Death was a kind of torture, but also a kind of relief.
Suria could not find a way to defeat Laing's Corruption. The Sword of Laing could not penetrate Laing's defense, and it was difficult to even get close to him. Laing's power was too strong, especially after receiving the blessing of the Four Gods of Chaos and being controlled by Tzeentch. Compared to Laing, who only had twenty to thirty years of spellcasting experience, Tzeentch's spellcasting experience was incomparable to that of the most ancient and filthy existences, let alone the Emperor.
She was killed again and again, turned into ashes and resurrected again and again. When Suria resurrected again, the Emperor's Blessing plate armor on her body was finally destroyed, and the Emperor's Blessing jewelry on her body was also shattered in the battle. Now, the female knight was only left with herself and the Sword of Laing in her hand.
The originally pure blue eyes had lost their light. Even though she had been resurrected many times, Suria's soul was exhausted to the extreme. She knelt on the ground as soon as she was resurrected.
Lady? Emperor? Or was it someone else?
Suria was panting heavily. Looking at the corrupted Laing standing in the distance like a god in the colorful flames and hundreds of lightning bolts, the female knight habitually wanted to pray to the god, to her faith, and to someone else for salvation.
But in the next second, Suria smiled bitterly.
Everything was a lie.
The Emperor's confession had already made Suria give up. In fact, the female knight knew very well that she was the Emperor's tool, but wasn't she also the Lake Fairy's tool? In the eyes of the goddess, she was probably just a prostitute. She was just a rope used to tie up Laing, a collar used to control Laing, and a baton used to control Laing.
Now, the only thing that supported Sulia to continue fighting was the remaining love between her and Leon. It was the love that they had confirmed with each other in the chocolate workshop in Ossuan Lotharn's alien activity zone.
In the workshop filled with the fragrance of chocolate, the sweet smell once again reverberated in Suria's mouth.
However, she could no longer go back to the past.
The happy and beautiful past passed away.
For a moment, Suria seemed to have returned to Ossouin, to the workshop, to the moment when she and Laing hugged each other, making and tasting chocolate. But now, she was alone, and Laing was no longer there.
Illusion?
Suria might know that it was an illusion, but the female knight couldn't help it. She kept crying, inhaling the sweet air in the workshop, and recalling the sweetness of the past.
"You seem to be very confused, my sister-in-law." An incomparably dazzling golden figure walked in. He was clad in golden armor and had white wings. His face was flawless, and his brilliant golden hair hung down from his ears. His language was so pleasant to listen to. Amidst his dazzling and pleasing words, there was also a deep affection.
"Brother St. Giles?" Suria's eyes widened. She was angry at first. The female knight tried hard to wipe away her tears. She subconsciously wanted to draw her sword. There was no good in the Imperial Family!
She grasped nothing. The Sword of Lyonnesse was not at her waist. She did not have any weapons on her.
"Do you still hate me, hate father?" Saint Giles' gentle voice soothed Sulia's wounded soul. The holy angel smiled brightly without holding anything back. "After knowing the truth, you must be very disappointed and feel that it's extremely cruel, right? I'm sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of my father, all my brothers, and the entire Human Empire. "
With that, St. Giles stretched out his hand.
I don't need your hypocritical apology! Suria pushed St. Giles' hand away. The female knight wanted to angrily tell St. Giles to take back his hypocritical apology. I don't need it.
However, when she saw Saint Giles' eyes, Sulia couldn't say such cruel words in the end.
The angel was sincere, and Saint Giles' apology was also sincere. Even if Sulia rejected him, Saint Giles did not show any signs of anger. The smile on the angel's face was very gentle, and his pure white wings brought endless light to the dim world.
"I can understand your disappointment, really." Saint Giles continued, "I was once confused, I was once in pain, I was once separated from everyone, and I was once aware of the truth. I knew that my father was only using us, but that didn't affect me. I still truly saw him as my father."
"Even if it's not equal?" Suria said coldly. "Love is mutual."
"No, love is selfless. Sometimes, when you give love, you don't really have to get it in return." St. Giles smiled. "Love is not possession, my sister-in-law. You must be able to feel and understand that Laing, your goddess, your father, your brother, your son, and even the entire Knight King Kingdom's human and alien compatriots, they are all fighting endlessly to protect the entire world, right? You may find it hard to accept your father's idea at first, but if you think about it carefully, isn't what you and Laing have been working so hard for until now? "
"…" Suria was speechless.
"I was once separated from my son, my brother. We were once in pain, laughed, and fought together." St. Giles recalled from the bottom of his heart. "After I learned of my mission, I went to Holy Terra without hesitation, just to meet my final fate."
"I know. I heard from Laing that you tried to defeat Horus, but lost to him." Suria nodded slightly.
"Yes, we were separated, possibly forever." St. Giles stretched out his hand again. He gently pressed Suria's head and pressed her golden hair. The angel smiled and said, "I fell, but my brothers are still fighting, my sons are still fighting, and my father is still fighting. My fall brought them the key to victory. Even if we are separated forever, even if we have disappeared, they can always see me in their memories."
"My brothers, my sons are still the same as before. Together with me, for the survival of mankind, for love and courage, for the light, I will always be with them." The phantom of St. Giles laughed heartily. "Under the darkness, the light lives forever."
"The light lives forever? Even if we are separated, we will always be together? "Suria murmured to herself.
"The fire is still burning, and the blood is not cold. Sister-in-law, you will never walk alone." The power of St. Giles poured into Suria's body. "We entrust everything to you, Suria. As father said, you are the only hope to save Laing."
Behind the angel, more than a dozen phantoms appeared one after another.
The original bodies arrived one after another.
For ten thousand years, there had never been such a grand event.
The original bodies were using their own strength to save their brothers!
"You still like to talk about principles, St. Giles." Zhuang Sen's phantom walked out of the darkness. The original body of the dark angel glanced at Suria, snorted coldly, and stretched out his hand. "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
"I think it's time to change my speech, St. Giles." Fulgen's phantom appeared, and the original body of the Emperor's son laughed heartily. "But I can't lose to this birdman. Am I right, Suria?"
"Hurry up and give that idiotic brother a good beating, Sister-in-law." Riman Ruth revealed his fangs. "I can't wait to see Laing get beaten up by you. Remember, hit the place with the most meat."
"I'll leave everything to you, Suria. Go and stop Laing. Stop the tragedy from happening again." Angelo strode out and laughed. The original body of the World Devourer glanced at St. Giles. "St. Giles has said all the good things. I won't say anything else."
"Courage and honor, Suria. This is your mission. Unfortunately, I can only help you in this way." The Regent of the Empire, Robault Kiliman, smiled. "Try to accept it. No setback can suppress the fire of hope and the light of the heart. Just follow your heart."
"Future generations mourn but do not reflect on it. Let future generations mourn for future generations." Miracle Little Mago's expression was solemn. His remaining eye was full of wisdom. "Those who know, understand. Those who don't know, can't do anything."
"Never give up on your beliefs. That is the source of your power." Luo Jia put his hands together compassionately. "I hope Laing is fine."
"Don't let the sacrifice be meaningless." Vulcan stared at Suria. "Don't let everyone's efforts go to waste."
"Victory … or death." Clarkson descended. "Never … surrender."
Every original body (except Zhuang Sen) smiled. St. Giles looked into the distance. "You're here too."
A man with a tall stature, a typical boorish and heroic aura of the grassland, a goatee with a complicated ponytail, and a white scar on his forehead arrived. "Saint Giles, you are such a narcissistic little bird, a righteous bull. How could you forget me? The moment my brothers gather, I will return from the end of the world like lightning. My white scar tells me that it's time to return. "
"Welcome, Khan. Welcome. It would be even better if Dorne could be here." St. Giles laughed heartily.
So warm, so moving. Once again, everyone was complete.
"Dorne can't come, but we're still missing one person." The original body with the white scar, Chagatai Khan, smiled bitterly. "Wait for him."
"That's it." A familiar voice sounded.
In the light and flames, the gray knight's original body, Laing, strode out. He looked at his brothers and his wife. The original body glowed and smiled at everyone. His eyes were brimming with tears. "Brothers, thank you! Suria, this is all I can do. "
"No need to thank me. Even if we've crossed millions of years, even if we've crossed the galaxy, even if we've crossed life and death, even if we've crossed dimensions, Suria, Laing, we'll always be with you. This is my wish." St. Giles poured his power into Suria's body. "In the cold universe, only love and courage can keep us hope forever."
"We'll always be with you!"
The power of the 12 original bodies poured into Suria's body at the same time.
"Now, go." The voices of the original bodies sounded together. Suria returned to the Ancient Sacred Temple in the subspace.
Only a moment had passed. The demonized Laing opposite her was still baring his fangs and brandishing his claws. He seemed to know that he couldn't kill Suria, so he just stood there and observed what Suria was doing. He didn't rush to attack.
He missed the perfect opportunity. When Suria stood up again, everything was different.
The Sword of Léonasai received the power of the 12 original bodies at the same time. How could such an ordinary object compete with the sun and the moon? The body of the sword shattered almost immediately.
Amidst the grotesque and endless madness of the subspace, the power of the twelve Primordial Bodies of the Highest Heavens poured endlessly into Sulia's body. A dazzling supernova was burning. The explosion of the Sword of Lyonasai did not cause Sulia to lose her weapon. On the contrary, the majestic energy allowed the divine sword to reassemble itself amidst the power of the stars and the Primordial Bodies.
A brand-new divine sword descended upon the world.
The subspace storm turned into millions of white horses that galloped through the nebula and the void, lighting up the black hole. The sound of the horses neighing together filled the entire Ancient Sacred Temple, so much so that the subspace was echoing. Millions of hooves trampled on the body of the Chaos Demon. The blue and white storm that pierced through the planet gathered into lightning and fire, enveloping Suria.
A sword extended out of the storm. It was spotlessly white and completely translucent. A burning rune vortex enveloped the sword's body. The blade was transparent and without any decorations. The sword's case was also very simple. It only had a pair of pure white wings.
However, when Suria swung the sword, the lightning released from the blade broke through Laing's defense like a meteor and plowed a trench on his body.
The divine sword forged by the power of the 12 original bodies — the Angel Faction was born.
The battle between Laing and Suria began again. The entire Ancient Sacred Temple collapsed, blowing up the floor and statues.
"Brother! What should I do? " Suria had obtained the power to fight against Laing. She anxiously shouted at St. Giles in her mind.
"Above Laing's left chest, below his shoulder, there is a Vallan Stone. That is the source of Tzeentch's meticulous creation and corruption of Laing. You must destroy it." St. Giles whispered.
"Understood!"
Feeling the power in her body, Suria was very calm at this time.
Wait a little longer. Laing, I will save you now!
"Void Dance!"
The female knight's figure turned into a light shadow in the void, launching a series of fierce attacks at Laing. The power of the Angel Faction's Primordial forced Laing to dodge.
The first strike, Thor's Hammer was deflected.
The second strike, the blade was blocked by Nemesis.
The third strike, a shadow flashed.
The fourth strike, an unguarded attack on the chest.
Under Suria's fierce attacks, Tzeentch screamed angrily. Laing was still resisting. He could not control Laing's body well. The Evil God felt that Suria's fierce attacks were like the flapping of a hummingbird's wings. From the first strike to the last strike, the Void Dance was able to cut down every time.
Until Suria grasped the Angel Faction tightly.
The last strike!
The flashing light shadow arrived in an instant. Tzeentch wanted to dodge, but Laing's Will took effect. The original body made Laing's body stop for a moment. In that moment, the Angel Faction passed through Laing's body.
The Vallan Stone shattered.
"No!!!!" Tzeentch screamed in extreme anger.
"It's done!" Suria was overjoyed. The female knight was about to cheer for victory.
Tzeentch forced Laing to make the last move. He raised Nemesis and swept the blade across his neck. Laing's head flew out from his neck. The blood of the original body spurted out a few meters. His body fell to the ground with a thud.
Thor's Hammer and Nemesis fell to the ground one after another, echoing like a death knell. Tzeentch's happy and angry voice sounded, "If I can't have it, no one can! Hehehehehe! "
The Evil God was far away. There was something here that could threaten him. He gave up. The other three Chaos Gods also gave up. Suria won.
But Laing was dead.
Suria looked at her husband's body in horror. In the alternate dimension, in the Ancient Sacred Temple, Laing fell. He was killed by the Evil God.
The female knight could not accept this reality. She wanted to cry, she wanted to vomit, she wanted to be angry.
She had obtained all the power of the original body. She had won. She had saved Laing.
But Laing was dead.
Suria knelt down. The corruption faded away. She hugged Laing's head in her arms.
"Laing, are you cold?"
"Don't panic, Laing. I did it. We won. Even Tzeentch was defeated."
"Laing, why aren't you talking?"
"I understand. You miss home. Miss Madam and Devonshire."
"Let's go home. Let's go home."
Just as Sulia was about to get up, she suddenly realized that a haggard, white-haired old man in black robes had appeared behind her at some point in time. He looked very old, so much so that it was reasonable to wonder if he could still walk. However, the golden psionic flames that could be described as raging on his golden double-headed eagle scepter were burning fiercely. Those psionic flames were warmer than any psionic flames Sulia had ever seen.
"Who are you?" Suria did not recognize the person.
"Don't panic, my daughter-in-law." The old man squeezed out a wrinkled smile at Suria. "Laing will not die. Although I do not want to see it, I have prepared a backup plan to deal with this situation."
"You can call me Lord Godfather. You can also call me by my name, Macado. Mageweath Macado."
The old man snapped his fingers. Laing's broken body instantly reassembled. The original body spat out large mouthfuls of black blood and gasped. "Phew, is this how it feels to die? It's strange. I'm back, Suria. "
"This place is terrible. Child, get up. Let's go somewhere else."
"I have some truths about the Emperor, the original body, and the immortals. I want to tell you and Suria."
"Otherwise, these secrets will be buried forever with my departure."
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