The White Wolf God Uric's Fire was still burning in Uric Castle.
Other than the small number of Order troops who were still resisting due to the special terrain of Mildenheim, most of the remaining Order troops were here. There were thousands of them, and they were working together with the 500,000-strong Chaos army outside the city.
In the middle of the White Wolf God's Hall, a golden sphere was spinning rapidly. It looked like it had a life of its own. As it spun back and forth, new mechanisms and ancient sacred runes were activated on its surface. It was an ancient and primordial power.
Laing had only seen this kind of power in Pilak. His original body was heavily injured, and even though Laing's self-healing ability was very strong, he still needed someone to support him. The Lake Fairy and Olica supported Laing on his left and right. Suria then came over to replace the Lake Fairy. "Laing, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright, Madam?" Madam? "Ryan smiled.
"Looks like you're alright. You even know how to joke." Suria looked at her husband in annoyance. "The ceremony has begun. Madam needs to stay here to maintain the ceremony."
The eight Wind Binders were standing around the golden sphere with different expressions.
Tyrion, the incarnation of the Wind of Light, looked very relaxed. To him, this was the last thing he needed to do.
Charlemagne, the incarnation of the Wind of Heaven, was tired and bitter. His Empire had lost too much in this war. What made him even more tired was that he had to reach a "gentleman's agreement" with Vlad. He acknowledged Vlad's right to rule over Sylvania in exchange for Vlad's promise to continue gathering the undead to destroy the remaining forces of Chaos in the Empire after the war. Otherwise, with the current state of the Empire, it would take at least fifty years to completely wipe out the Chaos.
Teddy, the incarnation of the Flaming Wind, was relieved. From the very beginning, Teddy had decided to be a substitute for the incarnation of the Eight Winds. Not only did he come in handy, but with the blessing of Lilith's divine power, the possibility of the ritual failing was minimized. As long as the ritual was completed, the world would be saved.
Alariel, the incarnation of the Wind of Life, looked miserable. The elves had lost too much in this war. What saddened the Eternal Queen even more was the complicated triangular relationship between her and Tyrion Malecis. She had no heir, so after the war, not only did she have to find a way to give birth to a daughter for Malecis, she also had to preside over the reconstruction of the elves.
Malecis, the incarnation of the Wind of Shadow, stared at the golden sphere greedily. Malecis knew what the power of the subspace fissure symbolized. If he could seize and control this power, Malecis would become the most powerful being in the world.
However, the agitation in Malekith's heart calmed down. The figures of his father Alarion and his brother Snowy Whitebeard flashed before his eyes. The former told him not to be a slave to honor, but to be his own master. The latter awakened the sense of responsibility and honor in his heart. The Eternal King sighed. When did the traitor Malekith become a good person?
Whatever, I'll deal with the threat of Chaos first. I'll discuss the rest with Lilith later.
The incarnation of the Wind of Metal, Geert, was probably the most optimistic and excited of all the incarnations. He always felt that the future was bright. As the Great Alchemist and the Emperor's Chosen One, he had achieved all his goals. He believed that this time, everything would be fine.
Vlad, the incarnation of the Wind of Death, smiled. Beside him stood his wife, Isabella, who had been successfully resurrected and freed from the control of Chaos. Just like Geert, Vlad's goal was basically achieved. However, unlike Geert, Vlad still held a sneer towards the living deep in his heart. He knew that after thousands of years, most of the incarnations here would die, and he would continue to advance towards the throne of the Empire. Even the elves would not be able to live as long as him.
You all are dead, but I'm still alive! The living!
The incarnation of the Wind of the Beast, Yurick, who was lodging in the body of the Empire's Royal Chief Grand Wizard, Matak, was completely focused. The White Wolf God did not have any other thoughts in his mind. Yurick did not even know how to complete the ritual. Fortunately, Tigris was prepared. The Supreme Great Wizard had written a "hands-on ritual tutorial that even idiots could understand." Yurick only needed to follow the steps.
Now, the eight winds were gathered. Each of the incarnations injected their own power into the ancient saint instrument. The golden sphere spun rapidly. Two eight-colored magic bonds came out from the depths of the golden sphere and directly connected the north and south poles.
The Chaos fissures in the north and south poles were connected by the magic bonds. The shattered subspace fissures and the collapsed ancient saint portal finally showed signs of being repaired. The fissures opened by the Chaos Evil God were slowly shrinking at a speed that was barely noticeable to the naked eye. The Chaos Wind that blew into the mortal world was gradually weakening.
Lilith, the God of Moon, was standing beside them. The goddess had also injected all her power into maintaining the stability of the ritual. Laing and the others saw that there was nothing they could do. So they walked to the side and sat down.
"Vengeance is broken?" Rimanrus was covered in blood. The Wolf King let out a long breath. The space wolf looked at the broken sword hilt in Laing's hand and said regretfully, "That's a treasure father gave you. You shouldn't treat it like this."
"Maybe it will have a chance to be reforged. But the moment father gave me this sword, its mission was to prevent this from happening." Veronica was applying medicine to Laing. The jagged blade made the female president tear up. Laing squeezed out a smile. "So that's it? Are we going to hide under Yurick's protection until the ritual is completed? "
"I hope so, but my lord, maybe the chaos won't give us this chance." The Gray Knight's supreme mentor, Cardo Diego, poked his head out of the battlements of the city wall.
Before his voice died away, a heavy crash suddenly sounded from the gate of Yurick Castle. The thick, heavy gate made of steel and dwarven technology shook violently.
The faces of the avatars who were carrying out the ritual in the hall changed drastically. The soldiers of the Allied Forces of Order immediately stood up.
The refugees hiding in the castle were close to breaking down. Cries for help and prayers could be heard.
Boom! Another crash came from the gate of the castle.
"If Yurick Castle is breached, we're all done for." Blood Ancestor Lemia, Nefrata, who was standing not far away, mocked everyone present. Not far from her, Queen Kalida of Lebalas was silent.
The two sisters fought outside the city until Emperor Setra died. All the tomb king's army collapsed. They were forced to give up the duel and retreat into Yurick Castle.
"Hey, White Wolf God! Didn't you say that Mildenheim would never fall as long as the White Wolf God's fire is not extinguished? "Prince Imrick of Kaldor couldn't help but shout." What's going on? "
"They're talking nonsense. You believe them? Wow, you're really an idiot with pointy ears! " White Wolf God Yurick said. "I've never said such a thing. Back then, this kid (referring to Charlemagne) didn't believe in this evil. He personally climbed the cliff to my great temple and smashed Otto's head before stepping into my God's fire. Didn't this place fall once?"
"F * ck! You liar! Damn it, the monkey is never reliable! "Imrick was exasperated." The Monkey God is also the same! "
"Why don't you try saying that again?" Yurick was also angry. "Did I say that?"
"Shut up!" Supreme King Solgreen opened his mouth. The dwarf glared at Imrick and then asked the new Kurfürst, Haland, "Is there not a path for the women, children, and elderly to escape?"
"…" Haland opened his mouth. "A path … I can't say that there isn't one."
"Then is there a path or not?!" White Dwarf Rimbrindale roared.
"Mildenheim has always had underground passages. Some small paths can lead out of the city, but they're useless. At most, only two or three people can walk side by side. Also, there are Skaven Ratmen and Chaos bastards everywhere," Haland said bitterly. "Sir Boris and Sir Tyrion must have a lot of say."
"Boom!!!" More violent banging sounds came from the castle gate. The dwarf's steam engine let out an abnormal cry.
"So that's it?" Rus shouted. "We're like sitting in a coffin, waiting for death? That Spirit God? How long will the ritual take? "
"It'll take at least a few hours," Lilith said helplessly.
"A few hours? Ha! How nice it would be if all my children were by my side. " Rus shook his head helplessly. "Then it's too late. The eight wind clones can't move freely. Most of our important combat power is limited …"
"Boom!" The soldiers who were blocking the gate flew out. Cracks appeared on the gate bolts and the steam engine. The steam engine was wailing non-stop, and some of the pipes had cracked, spewing out white smoke.
At this time, everyone looked at Laing, the Supreme Marshal of the Allied Forces of Order.
Laing frowned. He slowly got up and looked at the castle gate in the distance. The Chaos Army was just outside the gate.
Belega, the King of Eight Peaks Mountain, suddenly said, "Brother Laing, do you still remember how we won?"
"Of course." Laing nodded.
"Don't lose your courage, Brother Laing. We'll always be with you. Everyone trusts you. Your decision is our decision." Belega waved the Hammer of Angrund and shouted, "Listen, there's a sound outside."
"Boom!!!" There was another heavy thud, and the door was already deformed. However, everyone could hear that other than the sound of the battering ram hitting the door, there were other sounds that they couldn't hear clearly.
"Then, let's charge again." Laing looked at everyone in the hall. The people of the Empire, the Brittany, the elves, the dwarves, the undead, and the remnants of Lebalas's army.
"That's right!" The white dwarf, Rimbrindale, was very excited. He pounded his armor with his fist. "That's right! That's right, there's an inside story! You don't even have any courage. What kind of Supreme Marshal are you? "
"Charge! Charge out and face the Chosen Army! " Laing pounded his lord to the ground. His original body roared, "For Mildenheim, for the whole world, for all those who died fighting the Chaos for world peace, let us blow our horn for the last time!"
"Yes! Yes! " The dwarves were excited. The Supreme King Solgreen nodded slowly. No wonder the dwarves liked Laing so much.
"Count us in!" A smile finally appeared on Imric's arrogant face. "The men of Kaldor, even if they have to die, they have to die on the way to the front!"
"Yuric is here. The White Wolf Knights are willing to fight for you!" Ryzfeld, the new leader of the White Wolf Knights, roared.
"If it ends like this, it's not bad," Aralos walked up and patted Laing's shoulder. "My men and I will follow you."
"Charging is not my specialty, but I'd rather die than regret it." Aris, the Lord of Shadows, strode forward.
"My Nether Walker and I will follow you. This is for you, for us, and for the whole world." Queen Lebalas, Khalida, stepped forward. Nefrata immediately followed. "Lemia's sisters, charge Eichahn!"
"Count me in, and Gul too." Seeing that Nefrata was about to step forward, Arkham also came.
"The Old Guard will always be loyal to His Majesty Laing!" The remaining two battalions of the Old Guard also expressed their determination. The Brittany, led by the three marshals Berchemund, François, and Kalad, followed closely behind. "Please give the order, Your Majesty!"
"Good! Little Solgreen! "Laing ordered." Blow the horn! "
"Count on me." Little Solgreen, the only son of Belegar, was so excited that he couldn't control himself. He rolled and crawled, rushing towards the turret amidst the laughter of the dwarven elders. Following the winding staircase, little Solgreen arrived at the top of Yuric Castle. The holy fire of the White Wolf God continued to burn. The mustached man took a deep breath and blew the horn.
"Wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo!"
The gate of Yuric Castle shattered, and a group of Chaos Warriors broke in.
“FortheWarhammer！ Fortheempire！！！！！”
"Wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo wooo!"
A torrent of steel rushed out from the castle, and the melodious sound of the horn resounded in White Wolf City.
The world was not destroyed yet!
How could such a beautiful and dazzling world be destroyed?!
The war horses neighed, and the hooves were like thunder. All the cavalrymen gathered, and the living and the dead charged together.
The vanguard of the Chaos Army was defeated. Looking at the Sword of Chaos behind him, which had less than a hundred men, he knew that the ceremony had begun.
Then everything had been decided. The battle between him and Laing would decide the outcome of this war.
Facing the torrent of steel rushing out from Yuric Castle, Eichahn closed his eyes and drew out the Kingslayer again.
The final battle of the champions had begun!
"Advance, Sword of Chaos, for Eichahn, for Chaos!"
Both sides clashed.
"You go and deal with Eichahn, the Sun King of Brittany, a guest from the outer space." The Supreme King Solgreen signaled Laing's cavalrymen to continue charging. The dwarves who did not have mounts stopped. "We will buy time for you. Leave this to the dwarves."
The white dwarf, Rimbrindale, stood beside Solgreen. "He is a good man."
"If this is the last battle of the dwarves, then we must at least let history remember our names," the Supreme King Solgreen said in a deep voice. Supreme King Sorgrim said in a deep voice. Belle Gar and the White Dwarf were standing beside him. "Are you ready? Dwarves?! "
The dwarven warriors still looked as radiant as they were on the day they left Eternity Peak. Perhaps the appearance of their revered ancestor had restored their vitality. He looked past the shield wall and saw the Chaos Tribe. The demons and mortals were ready to charge again.
"Get ready!" The white dwarf ordered. The clan's war flag was inserted into the ground, creating a temporary Iron Metal Forest.
"Don't worry, ancestor. None of the war flags I made are defective," the rune craftsman Soric Ironbrow said.
"It's a pity that your disciples are all defective." The white dwarf was not polite at all.
The Blood Hounds howled, and the Bloodthirsty Demons roared. The Bloodthirsty Demons roared loudly, and the mortal warriors' howls joined the demons' clamor. The dwarves ignored them. Hearing the white dwarf's criticism, even Soric Ironbrow was a little embarrassed. The rune craftsman shook his head. "We have to find a more suitable one … I just don't know if there will be a chance."
"No matter what, I declare that the hatred of the dwarves has been resolved today. After today, perhaps the dwarves will usher in a new life, or perhaps we will walk towards destruction. I'll say one last thing: if we're going to fight, let's fight to our heart's content. For every city, for the entire world, we'll fight to the end and never give up. For the dwarves, for the Mountain Kingdom!"
"For the Mountain Kingdom!"
From the flanks, the dwarves blocked the Army of Chaos.
In the front, Laing exchanged blows with Eichaen again. Here Is My Lord's spear faced the Kingslayer.
"As long as I get rid of you and go in, my goal will be complete." Eichaen mocked Laing. "Why do you have to do this? We both know very well that there is not much difference in our strength. You are indeed very strong, very strong, but I also have the blessings of the four True Gods. My recovery ability is far superior to yours. "
"The world is destroyed, the four True Gods are happy, and you are finally free. But think about it, is all of this really worth it?" Laing sneered. "A pitiful warlord imprisoned by his own pride?"
Eichaen was instantly enraged. The Eternal Chosen One summoned black lightning and burned Laing's shoulder.
Laing was not to be outdone. He swung the tip of his spear. Here Is My Lord swept across Eichaen's helmet, causing the Eternal Chosen One to stagger, his mouth full of blood.
"You always say that you want to get rid of fate, but in the end, it is fate that rules you." Laing continued to mock the Eternal Chosen One. "In order to obtain the power within, you obeyed these words, but at the same time, you were destined to end up in the end. Yes, the four True Gods have been fooled by you more than once. Do you think that you are very smart?"
"Ahhhhhh!" Eichaen's heart was burning with anger. He must make this person who refused to bow his head submit.
The two sides fought again. Behind them, the last of the Order Allied Forces were slaughtering and killing amidst the Chaos Army.
"Don't think that you have won, Laing, the legendary Hero of Light." Eichaen also laughed. "Pilak has already gone."
What? Laing's pupils dilated slightly.
"You are destined to fail." Eichaen turned around and mocked Laing.
"I think …"
"What?"
"I think that now everyone probably knows why I insisted on not binding the Wind of Magic."
Within Urick Castle, the Incarnation Ceremony was still ongoing.
Just as everyone was immersed in injecting power into the ancient saint instrument, Malecis suddenly felt something above the castle dome!
It was the Primordial Demon Prince Pilak! It turned into a dark shadow and flew towards Tyrion, the incarnation of the Wind of Light. The other incarnations did not notice it yet.
If Pilak's magic sword hit him, Tyrion would definitely die!
At this time, Tyrion had also noticed it, but it was undoubtedly too late. The incarnation of the Wind of Light laughed self-mockingly and smiled at Alariel for the last time. Then, he calmly waited for death, because he no longer cared about anything.
Then, it was time to end it like this! Tyrion closed his eyes.
He didn't die as he had expected. On the contrary, someone rushed over and used his shoulder to push Tyrael away. Then, he took a hit from Birak's sword. The Demon Prince of Primordial's sword had split this guy into two.
"What?" Tyrion, who had fallen to the ground, opened his eyes. He could not believe what he saw!
Malecis, the Eternal King, had taken the hit for him! The Eternal King's body was cut open by Pilak. There was no blood, only a large mass of turbid black substance like oil. It was the power of the Shadow Wind. This power allowed Malecis to escape death, but he was severely injured.
Pilak did not get a second chance. Olica's two swords pierced through his chest from behind. The Pale Queen's face was very fierce. Olica had cruelly rejected Pilak's chance to return to the Chaos. The Pale Queen took Pilak's soul into her kingdom. He would be her new toy.
Now, let him take a bath in the master's pool of energy!
Pilak's whole body was immersed in the pool of energy made by Laing in the Kingdom of the Dead. The Primordial Demon Prince could not even scream.
Lilith immediately stabilized the ritual. She helped Malecis up and treated his wounds. The ritual continued.
After another two minutes, Tyrion could not help but ask, "Why did you save me?"
"Who knows?" Malecis sneered. "I already regret it."
"If you really regret it, you wouldn't say that." Tyrion was silent for a few seconds. He could not help but say, "Anyway, thank you."
"Don't thank me. I only did it for Snorri and my father!" Malecis scolded. "What does it have to do with you? I only promised my father that I would be my master. I only promised Snorri that I would fight to the end! "
"I'm a person who deserves to die. I'm already prepared." Tyrion tried not to show any pain. "You're doing something unnecessary."
"If you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish now!" Malecis roared. He immediately acted as if he was about to draw his sword.
"Eternal King!" Lilith's voice directly suppressed Malecis' roar. Malecis could only curse a few times and then shut his mouth.
"If you want to act in a family drama, you can wait until everything is over." Vlad was interested. "When the time comes, I will bring my wife with me."
"If you don't want to do it well, then we'll replace you!" Charlemagne was as resolute as ever.
"The Wind of Shadow never belonged to anyone, Malecis." Ariel's tone was not as harsh as before. "The same goes for the Wind of Light!"
The ceremony stabilized again.
The battle outside the city continued. Laing and Eichaen fought fiercely. Sparks danced in the air and rain of light filled the sky.
No one knew how long it had been. Maybe thousands of years, or maybe just a moment.
Eichahn had once thought that Leon's use of the Divine Artifact would definitely incur the wrath of Khorne, but the Blood God's judgment never came. Only Leon knew that it wasn't that the Blood God didn't want to interfere, but that the Blood God was fighting with two other gods in the highest heavens. The three true gods were wrestling in a mud pit. Khorne was fighting one against two, but he wasn't suppressed, nor did he have the upper hand.
As for the other two gods, one was cruel and cunning, while the other was cunning and cruel.
Since Khorne did not intervene, Eichaen had to continue the chaotic battle with Laing.
As the sun rose and set, the battle reached its climax. Laing suddenly stopped. "Do you still want to fight?"
"What?"
"Because the ceremony has been completed."
As soon as his voice trailed off, a rumbling sound spread from the sky to the ground. Colorful auroras circled around the world. The subspace fissures and chaos portals all over the world vanished instantly. Countless demons and believers screamed and vanished into nothingness as they lost contact with the dark gods.
The portals connecting the ancient saints to the north and the south had been closed. The Four Gods of Chaos could no longer interfere with the mortal world.
Eichaen was stunned. A dragon's roar came from the sky far away. The reinforcements of the Army of Order had finally arrived. Fogen, Kouga, Tehenhoin and the others had arrived.
"I, am immortal and indestructible. I, will never surrender!" Eichaen raised the Death of Kings and swung it down forcefully.
Leon let out a soft sigh. The glaring silver psionic energy on his body faded away, revealing the thing inside. It was an indescribable terror, the source of a distorted black hole. The shadow of a supreme existence that originated from a higher dimension had descended. Surrounding the terror that devoured everything was a circle of strange dark golden flames. Eichahn had never seen that kind of power before. Fortunately, Leon did not make him wait too long. My Lord struck out a blow here. The spear that was mixed with the divine power of the Moon Goddess in the lake and Leon's Primal Chaos energy came flying over like a bolt of lightning. In a panic, Eichahn used the Kingslayer to resist.
The exploding nova hit the surface of the Kingslayer with an ear-piercing sound. The Kingslayer could not withstand the combination of the two forces and exploded. Without a weapon, the Chosen One of Gods could only retreat. But as the power of the Chaos Demon Uzul was stripped from his body, the Chosen One of Gods knew that he had lost.
"You can defeat me! But don't even think about killing me! "Eichaen threw away the hilt of his sword. The Chosen One of Gods roared," I will be back! I swear, I will return to the Chaos Wasteland. I will return and reassemble a world-destroying army. You can beat me once, twice, ten thousand times. I will return one day and burn your pitiful civilization to ashes. I will bring destruction to the people you love! I will never stop until I achieve my goal! "
"You can't run away." Laing squatted on the ground.
"Yes, you can't run away." The Gray Knight Grand Tutor, Kaldo Diego, walked out from behind Laing.
"You still want to run after losing?" Space Wolf Original Body Rimanrus held the Wine God's Spear in his hand and strode out.
"One-on-one, sure. Want to run? No way!" The World Eater Gene Prototype Angelang came behind Eichaen.
"Count me in." Holding the Phoenix Blade, Fu Gen smiled and came over.
"You no longer have a chance, Chosen One of Gods." Moon Goddess Lilith came over with the Holy Grail in her hand.
"Master wants you dead. You must die." Pale Queen Olica approached with a hideous smile.
Seeing this, Eichaen was calm. "Then, let us carry on this championship duel to the end!"
"As you wish!" Laing stopped everyone's persuasion. "Let us finish this duel."
On this day, blood splattered across the starry sky.
… I am the dividing line of blood splattered across the starry sky …
A year later, Empire, Nords Kingdom, Orteny Hill.
Flowers bloomed in Nords Barony Orteny Hill. Spring was in full bloom. Birds chirped and the fragrance of flowers bloomed in Orteny Hill. There was still some cold wind blowing past. Beside a stream that had just thawed, four Original Bodies were sitting by the stream and drinking wine. The sun shone on them.
"So, this is where you were born, Laing?" Angelang picked up the wine bottle and drank it in one gulp.
"Not bad. At least it's better than the Miner Planet I was born on." Fu Gen held a goblet and gestured for Olica, who was wearing a maid outfit, to add ice. The Dark Elf maid's belly was slightly bulging. A new god was growing inside. The son of the Pale Queen, the new Blood God Cain, was being born.
"Nothing is as good as your own doghouse." Rus shook his head. "Your own home is always the best."
"We have completed our mission, but this is not our end." Laing swirled the wine in his mug. Grey Knight Original Body smiled. "A new challenge awaits us. Brothers, what are you going to do next?"
"I will return to Fenris." Rus was the first to speak. "My heirs need me, especially the Thirteenth Company."
"Me? I will definitely return and rebuild the glory of the Crown Prince. This is what I should do as an Original Body. "Fu Gen nodded." If I do it, I will do it to the best of my ability. "
"It's not good for me to stay in this world any longer." Angren glanced at the pregnant Moon Goddess Lilith, whose face was full of motherly radiance. The Asoyan Sacred Emblem flashed in Lilith's hand. "This is your recruitment planet after all."
"Then where do you plan to go?" Laing asked curiously. Angren would definitely not return to the Empire.
"I plan to explore outside the Milky Way and see if there are any new gains." Angren put down his mug. "If you need me, I will return."
"Has the Chaos really been defeated?" Rus asked casually. "I mean this world."
"At least for one or two thousand years, the Chaos Portal will not appear in this world." Laing drank the wine. "Lilith will lift Ossouin from the bottom of the sea again."
"Then … what did that guy release before he died? The one that was thrown into the crack? "Fu Gen still remembered the last scene of that battle.
"That was his inheritance, and the power of the origin of Chaos." Leon smiled and said, "I've already purified it. It no longer includes the corruption of Chaos and his personal hatred. If we're lucky, we might be able to witness the birth of another supreme being like Father. But that's another story."
The Original Ones nodded. Fu Gen saw the round-bellied Veronica sit down with the help of two witch apprentices. She told everyone the story of her and Laing. After the Knight King, Suria was finally pregnant with her second child. She was entertaining the similarly pregnant Tsar, Katarina, and the Goddess of Spring Water, Morgiana. She held a swaddling cloth in her hands and sang. It was her and Laing's child. It had just been born and was crying. Morgiana, who had always been bad-tempered, was now very patient as she breastfed the child. After breastfeeding, the Goddess of Spring Water's face turned red and her body went limp. She quickly walked to Laing's side and sat down beside him. She was almost paralyzed on his body and gently rubbed against Laing's neck.
Aurora and Theresa were pushing a small car that looked like it was carved from jade. Inside the car sat a baby who was not even a year old.
Emilia and Sylvia were sparring with swords. They saw Fu Gen looking at them and waved. Emilia was lively, while Sylvia was steady.
Thinking of this, Fu Gen couldn't help but feel a little envious. As the Emperor's son, he knew that after this banquet, everyone would have to part ways. Laing would still be in this world for a while, but it was time for the other three Original Ones to leave.
"Let's sit for a while more. I don't ask for three days and three nights, but at least let's drink to our heart's content today." Ruth seemed to have seen through Fu Gen's thoughts and raised his wine cup.
"Let's do as you say, brother. We have witnessed a lot of history, participated in one major event after another, and accomplished so many achievements. It's time to get drunk and have a good rest." Laing raised his wine cup. The relief of putting down a heavy burden, the emptiness of completing a mission, everything was in a toast.
“Cheers！”
This wasn't the end, just a new beginning.
In the dark and deep future, endless flames of war awaited them.
The end of the story.
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