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Dawn teor Shower_2 302: D106.
Dawn teor Shower_2 No matter how many enemies he killed, there were still more, and he wondered how long this battle would last.
At the mont when he was distracted by exhaustion, more Goblins suddenly surged from all directions, charging at him like a tide.
Originally, these Low-level Demons would never approach the fortress, but after being strengthened by polluted power, they thrived in the pollution and beca the main force of the attack.
The presence of a few female soldiers stationed in the fortress fueled their frenzy.
Driven by corrupted power, the Goblins continuously assaulted the defense line.
Although they couldn’t shake the fortress’s ironclad defenses, they greatly increased the pressure on the soldiers stationed there.
Seeing that this soldier was about to be overwheld by the number of Goblins, his companions rushed to support him.
At this critical mont, another droplet of light rain floated down.
The diffused radiance felt like a strong acid, causing the Goblins to cover their eyes and scream, their bodies emitting black smoke.
The soldiers, bathed in the sa radiance, felt their fatigue from the battle instantly swept away, their bodies filled with strength.
He swung his sword with force, and a sword light flashed, effortlessly slicing the approaching Goblins in half.
The light rain fell gently, leaving the soldier astonished as he looked around and realized that, at so point, most of the Magic Creatures had reverted to their original form.
Those once fierce creatures were either frozen in place or hurriedly turning to flee.
Only the Goblins were left screaming in agony and rolling on the ground, quickly being slain by the soldiers.
Similar scenes played out continuously across the vast highland, evil being purified and wounds healing unconsciously.
So who had just died reopened their eyes,
While in the center of the highland, the cruising bishop and other soldiers who had not completely withdrawn stopped and looked up at the holy scene.
The poison fog that had originally shrouded the sky dissolved like lting snow into nothingness.
In the sky, at the center of the light pillar, threads of light gradually wove a humanoid figure.
A familiar aura emanated from the light, causing so to tremble with excitent and cry tears of joy, while others stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
But without exception, everyone watched the girl, gazing in reverence at the divine figure and her holy dance.
Then, the girl’s movents gradually ca to a halt, and the dance of prayer reached its conclusion.
The light pillar abruptly collapsed, transforming into another grand shower of light raining down in all directions.
[The effect of Unpaid Love (305) was higher than the Constitution of the Sergeant (252), and the Sergeant’s resurrection was successful.]
In this final brilliant shower of light, the Sergeant’s form appeared unhard, gently descending to land before the soldiers.
Faced with their shocked and excited gazes, he smiled softly.
“…Alright, don’t look at like that.
Give so clothes.”
The Sergeant lifted the corner of his mouth, speaking with a touch of helplessness.
The cruising bishop exchanged a look full of emotion with him, then both turned their gazes simultaneously toward the Hero in the sky.
“I asked you before we set out if you recognized her.
Your reaction was odd when you saw the portrait that the Count provided.
“But I could tell that, although you acknowledged it at the ti, you didn’t tell the whole reason.”
The Sergeant did not pry further because it was also the Count’s instruction.
“You chose to stay after seeing her, right?”
The Sergeant exhaled a breath, his voice deep, “Now, can you tell ?
Who is she, really?”
The cruising bishop smiled and shook his head.
“You don’t need to tell you; you already know.”
He slightly tilted his head back, gazing devoutly at the radiant girl in the night sky, his voice gentle and sincere.
“—The small but brave one, the girl who burns with light and fire, will pierce through the darkness of the world in the future.
“The prophecy has beco reality.”
He bowed deeply, unconcerned whether the Hero above could hear or see him, speaking from the heart.
“Lady Saintess, witnessing your radiance is the honor of my lifeti.”
Above, the Hero looked around, and everything had returned to clarity and tranquility, the air filled with a sense of peace that finally settled.
She exhaled a long breath, the weight on her heart finally lifted.
Though she used the gemstone gifted by the world, supporting a forbidden curse ant for an entire Mage Group by herself left her feeling empty.
During the process, she nearly lost her footing several tis, as the rapid decline of magic power almost caused her to deactivate the Beast Spirit Embodint prematurely.
Even as the Heroic Spirit of the Ancient Hero, she was clearly weakened by such severe expenditure.
It wasn’t sothing that could be redied by simply replenishing magic power with gemstones.
Ritual Magic can alter small-scale terrain, and Legendary Magic is capable of changing weather patterns on a large scale.
But at the level of a forbidden curse, magic has stepped into the domain of rule alteration, capable of defying life and death and distorting ti and space.
If its purpose were solely destruction, a forbidden curse’s power could permanently change the environnt of a territory.
Without the help of the Ancient Hero, which brought her abilities to their peak, she couldn’t have cast such magic on her own, no matter how many Elf Gems she consud.
But in this way, it was truly over.
Accompanied by the similarly exhausted White Snake, the Hero deactivated her Beast Spirit Embodint, donned simple attire, and returned to the ground.
With her bare feet on solid earth, she did not imdiately seek out the Sergeant and the cruising bishop, opting instead to head in another direction.
She deliberately controlled the purifying light rain, ensuring it did not affect this area.
Soon, the Hero’s steps ca to a halt.
Ahead, the Undead Warrior stood silently, her decaying Long Blade hanging quietly.
Not far from her, a deep sword scar marked the ground, suggesting a Magic Creature or Goblin had been slain.
Not paying much attention to that spot, the Hero focused on the pale, serene face of the Undead Warrior.
She opened her mouth to speak but found herself montarily at a loss for words.
Though they had an agreent of sorts before, in reality, the Hero knew almost nothing about this Undead Warrior.
At least, she had learned about the Ancient Hero from scholars’ notes and knew of her past sacrifices, but she knew nothing about the others who fought alongside her.
Thinking about it, she felt a sad pang in her heart.
Without their battles and sacrifices, the current Kingdom might never have been established, yet their contributions had been buried by ti.
Even the stories of the Ancient Hero had been only sparsely passed down, almost forgotten on the other side of history.
“…Do you have anything you wish to say to her?” After a long silence, the Hero asked in a low voice.
“She and I died long ago, and I am but a remnant of obsession, while she is only the will left by her body.”
The Ancient Hero’s figure slowly appeared beside the Hero, her pink-purple hair gently swaying in the breeze.
Her form had already blurred, like a mirage on the verge of disappearing.
“So, in reality, whether or not we converse holds little significance.” The Ancient Hero spoke softly.
She would soon dissipate, and the Undead Warrior would have no prospect of resurrection.
If her body were to remain, she would have to be purified.
While describing her own end, there was little sorrow in the Ancient Hero’s tone.
“…However, since we’re here.”
Her voice was always calm, yet it no longer carried the heavy stillness of dead waters.
Instead, it was like a tranquil lake under spring sunlight, occasionally disturbed by ripples.
“This feeling isn’t too bad.” The Ancient Hero lowered her head, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“After all, I promised her I would return.”
“—Don’t you think you’re a bit late?” Suddenly, the frosty tone interrupted their thoughts, prompting the Heroes to look up in surprise.
The Martial Princess gazed at them with indifference, the pale flas in her eyes having cooled at so point, a subtle dissatisfaction visible between her brows.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m late.” The Hero paused for a mont, then smiled sheepishly and stepped forward.
“As long as you know, then, what about what you should say?” The Martial Princess shook her head with a light sigh, sheathing her sword.
“—I’m back.” The Heroes smiled and opened their arms to the Martial Princess.
The Martial Princess gently embraced the Hero, inhaling the scent of her hair, a soft smile appearing on her otherwise stoic face.
“Mm, welco back.”
Pure light quietly brightened, and white ashes dispersed with the wind.
After the light faded, the Hero found only a worn Long Blade remaining in her arms.
[Hero’s Status: Heroic Spirit Deactivation]
[Hero purified the Undead Warrior R5 LV58]
[Hero killed the Corrupted Phoenix R8 LV57, experience ???]
[—The Hero was Cursed]
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