Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love.

Chapter 486 Before the Dawn Arrives, Say Goodbye to the Dawn

As a knight, no one can be sacrificed.

This is the ancestral motto of the Fengchuan family, and it is also a belief that has been followed by generations.

Feng Chuanxiu stared at the blade of Lan, which was gradually breaking, and murmured, "Old friend, thank you for your hard work over the years."

He was not afraid of death, he was afraid of the dawn that would never come again.

As an imperial sword user, one must be prepared to make sacrifices.

And one day, he will allow all the people of Izumo to leave this dark sun and see countless stars in the sky where shadows no longer exist.

Even if it means falling into the abyss forever.

"Comrades, I'll go first."

Fengchuan Xiu smiled and took a step forward, pushing the field transformed from the strong wind forward with all his might, forming a final barrier above Izumo, protecting the land of Izumo.

The knight still stood silently in front of the barrier, but the mist in his hand gradually broke into countless pieces, flying into the sky with the last breeze and delivered to An Ming's hands.

"Knight Commander?!"

"do not go."

The secretary reached out to stop the knights who wanted to touch her, and whispered, "Let the Knight-General be there to see the first ray of light."

Thus, the strong winds that had enveloped the Storm Wall for dozens of amber ages stopped flowing at this moment.

Only a wisp of breeze remains to dissipate.

Before dawn comes, you must say goodbye to dawn.

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The closer we got to Takama-ga-hara, the darker the shadow became, like a quagmire that made it difficult to move forward, and it was impossible to see the way forward at all.

A faint green light fell on An Ming's palm. It was the last fragment of Lan. At this point, there were nine imperial swords in An Ming's body.

This naturally also means the sacrifice of Fengchuan Xiu. Although Mei has long been prepared for this moment, she still finds it difficult to breathe in pain.

No one here had thought about going back alive, but witnessing the fragile disappearance of life with her own eyes still made Mei feel unspeakable sadness.

This is a road filled with the blood of countless warriors. It is a road of death that took ten Amber Ages to build.

The road to salvation is so cruel and hopeless.

People are right, salvation is a miracle with little hope, and the reason a miracle is called a miracle is that it is impossible.

As An Ming walked along this road, he felt it became more and more familiar. All the past experiences in Takama-ga-hara reappeared before his eyes. Those heroes who once held the imperial swords could not rest in peace now.

The white-haired figure became clearer and clearer. In a trance, An Ming seemed to see again the back of the man who had saved the world. Now, all that was left was the distorted product of nothingness [the end].

A hero who saves the world should not even have his soul unable to rest in peace.

An Ming pulled out the bamboo sword behind him, and the light of the nine imperial swords emerged one after another, and finally stopped at the [sky].

Countless holes opened up in the sky, and sharp sub-space spears protruded from them, and then penetrated the darkness in front of Takama-ga-hara like a rainstorm.

Ten minutes later, Takama-ga-hara and Izumo were connected by a transparent azure staircase.

When humans arrived at the kingdom of "God", they realized that God was just a group of pitiful humans.

Takama-ga-hara is as far away as the clouds. At the end of the pitch-black field, standing under the blood-red halo is the "End" that touches the sky.

Pitch-black arms stretched out from the quagmire of nothingness, and rotten swords spread across the fields like weeds.

If you can't take the first step, how can you bear the name of savior?

The dark hands that stretched out on both sides of the road to the [End] were like stars falling into the abyss. They had also gazed at the sunrise, eager to create the future of Takamagahara.

But the fire of salvation will eventually go out, and only a ray of residual light will fall into the Izumo, and today it will return to its former hometown again.

But things and people have changed, leaving only a silent epitaph.

The price of every victory will be everything in the world. Izumo's future swallowed by nothingness is reflected like a mirror in the eyes of the four people who carry the world on their shoulders.

The deceased seemed to sigh: Are you really ready to face nothingness?

The swords are silent, but they are like thorns blocking the way to the end, and they are like dissuading those who believe that they will die to turn back.

There is no turning back on the road to salvation.

The light of truth is like a sword of dawn that breaks through darkness. Thousands of truths turn into sharp blades, reflected in Aini's resolute eyes.

She has a sword that has been hiding its power for tens of thousands of years, and can still face the sun and slash at nothingness!

Wherever the eyes reach and the thoughts wander, all will be within the attack range of Zhen. The Zhen on Annie's waist is still firmly placed in the scabbard, but the phantom in the sky has already chopped the darkness of Takama-ga-hara into broken ink paintings.

The dark, swampy field was also covered with a layer of frosty white, freezing the outstretched hands on both sides into sculptures.

Frost slowly unsheathed the sword, and Sakura nodded calmly, "Continue."

They only have one day to put an end to the void in Takama-ga-hara and completely remove Izumo from the shadow of the Great Sun.

There is actually only one thing you need to do, and that is to raise the blade in your hand towards nothingness.

The existence of nothingness has never had any meaning, but they have reasons to swing their swords.

Mei took a deep breath for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again, Thunder was unsheathed.

Let this lightning, which symbolizes the will of the Raiden family, illuminate Takama-ga-hara, and then every day of swinging the sword will not be meaningless.

You can swing the sword every day, but all for the sake of drawing the sword at this moment.

[End] is the ultimate demon born from all the filth and evil in this world. It is also the reflection of the failure of saving the world, and is the mountain that must be crossed before the Great Day.

The sky and the earth turned pitch black, the sun caused the tide, the blood-red halo gradually fell, and terrifying evil spirits poured out from the end like a tide.

The color of rock climbed to the side of Zhudao, and An Ming's figure disappeared on the spot. The next moment, the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the plains shattered into countless isolated islands, separating countless evil spirits.

The ninth is [Foundation], which can make the islands hang high in the sky and the mountains crack and the earth break apart in front of the formation.

An Ming could feel that inside the end were the twelve imperial swords that once belonged to Takama-ga-hara. Those broken sparks turned into the final part of nothingness.

The road to salvation that Takama-ga-hara failed to complete will be reopened by him once again!

As life and death cycle, the flowers of the other shore bloom like the sea, wrapping thousands of weapons - An Ming, carrying the sorrow of the deceased, walks on the road to the underworld and slashes at the towering sword of the end.

Annie's eyes narrowed slightly, and a blue shadow appeared in front of An Ming like light, bouncing off the knife shadow that was like a mountain collapsing.

At some point, a hand slowly grasped the hilt of the knife.

Just by holding the hilt, he cut a deep abyss in the plains of Takamagahara. The illusory white-haired figure stood on the hilt.

As if to say to them:

Step over me and defeat me.

That is the afterimage of the person who once saved the world.