Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow

Chapter 452 The Sun! Loyalty!
Bai Shi's figure slowly rose into the air, watching the Tower of God gradually recede from view.

Whether it was wind or gravity, Bai Shi did not exert any power, as if it were his natural course of action.

Bai Shi stared at his own body, constantly exploring this power.

Although his physical body was not strengthened, he truly became a god.

The sun has become his law, and it is a law that applies throughout the entire cosmos, not just to the boundary.

Before becoming the King of Elden and extending the law to the entire borderlands, he will not have much impact on reality for the time being.

However, Bai Shi can also consume a certain amount of power to modify the physical laws within a certain limit centered on himself.

For example, the current ability to fly out of thin air is a simple attempt to utilize this power.

Bai Shi had previously used the immense magical power of the Blue Secret Dewdrop to perform a similar action, but this time it was much easier.

In the realm of law, he is the master of the rules.

However, although the power of this law is very strong, it is not very practical.

Even though the consumption is much less, it's still not worth it.

Moreover, once it starts affecting the 'external world' other than itself, it will instantly return to massive consumption.

Before the laws were changed, this was a struggle between the power of the white consciousness itself and the laws of the boundary, which naturally resulted in limitations.

However, Bai Shi didn't care about this limitation that prevented him from fully utilizing his abilities.

Anyway, it doesn't affect his main body in the star space, and the original power on the boundary is enough.

In the boundless void of the starry sky, Bai Shi's power can be unleashed without any restrictions.

However, it is foreseeable that future battles with the Star Gods will inevitably involve more clashes of laws than simple power.

Bai Shi turned his gaze back to the Tower of God below.

Although it had survived a great war, the Tower of God had been mostly destroyed by this time.

But isn't a small portion still standing firm?

Including the Gate of God, this building has historical and research value, so let's leave it as is.

Bai Shi turned around and flew towards the ruins of Laufer.
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Vic and Bernal, the two near-kings, sat casually on the ground, just as they had when they fought as knights in the past.

These two close friends, who had once walked the same path, did not have much to talk about when they met again.

They've said everything they needed to say in the past, and they've shed all the tears they needed to shed.

It's time to look forward.

This is also the meaning of their existence.

They will cherish the joy of reunion and companionship, and more importantly, their hands are holding a vibrant new world in their arms.

Behind the silent aspiring kings, Michaela's followers sat back-to-back in a circle.

Everyone except that horned man was here, bound in heavy shackles and under strict guard.

Although their bodies were bound at this moment, with Michaela's plan thwarted, they were no longer affected by the allure.

Veteran Ampah lowered his head and sighed repeatedly, each sigh heavier than the last.

Lady Michaela's power has vanished.

Thanks to this, the unpleasant sense of unease dissipated.

However, the removal of the allure brought back painful memories and the truth for him.

In the past, in order to break the spell that had been cast on Lord Monger, he challenged Lord Michaela.

Thinking that he could defeat a superhuman with his skills honed through training... he was far too arrogant.

Instead of succeeding, he became deeply attracted to Lady Michaela.

Thinking back on this now, I feel utterly ashamed and have no face to face Lord Munger, whom I once served...

Freya finally couldn't bear the sigh any longer, turned to look at Ampah beside her, and asked:
"Old man, what's wrong?"

"He keeps sighing here, it's making my ears hurt."

“The other old men I know don’t sigh like that.”

Ampah glanced at the heartless fellow and said quietly:
“My lord Mongo has been treated like this, yet I am still wielding a scythe for Lady Michaela…”

"He accomplished nothing and even forgot his vows."

"Isn't it lamentable that someone acted against their own conscience because of seduction?"

Freya tilted her head and spoke again:
"Haha, so that's how it is?"

"Old man, it's quite unexpected that you have some kind of grudge against Lady Michaela."

"However, Lady Michaela did indeed save my life, that is a fact."

"And during these days, I also witnessed battlefields that I had never seen before and had no chance to witness before."

"This kind of battlefield fascinates me; it's so beautiful it gives me goosebumps. This kind of intense battle is what I long for."

"Having fought against demigods and quasi-kings one after another, I have no regrets even if I die now, hahaha."

Ampah's lips twitched, then he suddenly smiled with relief.

"How pure it is."

"Perhaps this is what the Red Lion is like..."

It has a very Freya-esque style.

She probably can't even imagine what fear or despair is.

The purest warrior should be like this... as long as he's not so pure as to be foolish.

However, after Freya's interruption, Ampah could no longer be serious, and the shame in his heart temporarily dissipated.

Ampah shook his head, glancing left and right at his companions with whom he had briefly traveled in the past.

Apart from the two of them, everyone else who could be seen kept their heads down and remained silent, not uttering a single word.

Among them, Mur and Leda seemed to be in the worst mental state, which worried him.

Moore seemed to be muttering something incessantly, looking very sad.

However, due to his location, Ampah was unaware of the situation.

However, Ampach could guess some of it.

While Moore is a solid and reliable shield, he is also as naive as a child, having experienced too little.

The heavy armor and shield were also meant to protect that fragile heart.

When the truth is revealed, that brief experience working together will likely be a huge blow to him.

Ampah turned to look in Leda's direction.

He could still see Leda's figure, and he could clearly see the worry for Michaela in her lifeless eyes.

Ampah was about to sigh when he recalled his conversation with Freya and silently shut his mouth, letting out a silent sigh in his heart.

In reality, Leda was far less strong than she imagined.

But everyone has their own thoughts, and there's nothing we can do about it.

We had been companions for a while and got along quite well; Ampah is also a very rational person.

Objectively speaking, none of these people are disliked by Ampah.

Suddenly, Ampach remembered Hurière.

That's a huge underestimation of him.

He was initially believed to be physically and mentally frail and unsuitable for the battlefield...

Hugh, however, was the most steadfast in his faith, having broken free from the shackles of seduction long before them. Yet he had previously harbored such foolish prejudice against him.

Even though the objects of their service differ, Ampah, who was firmly bound by the allure, could understand just how unwavering the belief that could manipulate the allure was.

He is a respectable guy.

If I have the chance in the future, I must praise Hugh Rijksmour in person, hoping to help him build some confidence.

Ampah thought this to himself silently.
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'Fallen Leaf' Dane remained silent.

Now that everyone is silent, he doesn't seem so strange anymore.

Dane was currently deep in thought, savoring the light that had just appeared.

The Fallen Leaves faction consists of devout followers of the Golden Tree, people who foresaw its decline through falling leaves in the past.

Sensing the decline of the Golden Tree, they prepared for a future where the law was in jeopardy, each seeking a new path.

The light that just now was so dazzling that even the most prosperous Golden Tree era could not compare.

So despite his defeat and being bound here, Dann wasn't in a bad mood; he even had a slight smile on his lips.

For the Fallen Leaves faction, as long as the border area itself remains unshaken, then it doesn't matter.

After all, this is what they embarked on their journey for; they just made different choices.
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Unlike the others, who had their own thoughts, the atmosphere in 'Wine' was quite awkward, quite different from the others.

Although he really wanted to fit in, he was actually unfamiliar with the others since he joined halfway through the process.

I had originally thought I could witness Lady Michaela ascend to godhood and thus gain a place in the new era...

Unfortunately, it seems they ended up on the wrong ship.

Ricky's Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he licked his lips repeatedly.

I want to drink...

But being tied up here, there's nothing I can do.

However, after thinking about it, Rico realized that he was still much better than that horned person.

At least he wasn't hung up and burned on the spot; instead, he was spared his life as a prisoner of war.
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At this moment, quite some time has passed since Bai Shi finished the battle in the Tower of Gods and successfully walked out of the Gate of Gods.

The ancient ruins that have once again become a battlefield have long since been settled, making this a war with no suspense whatsoever.

The plants that had sprouted from the land that had been burned in the past were now burned to ashes once again.

The once lush green fields have turned into scorched earth, and the corpses of various creatures litter the wasteland.

The corpses of dragons, large and small, bore marks of slashing and biting, as well as scorch marks from lightning strikes, and were scattered haphazardly across the wasteland.

The blood and flesh of dragons, enough to make any dragon eater flock to it, now flowed freely like a stream, even forming a blood pool that was too deep to walk on.

The dragon soldier knelt on the ground, tentatively licking a tiny bit of blood from his fingertips.

To become a true living being, he still has a lot to learn, such as about food.

Realizing that this was another edible substance, he began to try putting slivers of flesh into his mouth and chewing them.

Schiff, who had been eating freely for a long time, lay on his back with his belly exposed, gazing at the dark sky.

I can't eat anymore, I really can't eat anymore...

At first, during the fight, it would even take a couple of bites.

However, it was later discovered that there were so many dragons that even if they only ate the essence, they simply couldn't finish them all.

Celine Sands transformed into human form, sat on Shriff's furry belly, and pondered the matter of Spike Mountain.

She had just sensed the aura of an ancient dragon emanating from these flying dragons.

Beller's condition is unknown, but this instruction was probably not given by the mad dragon.

In the past, there were dragons who did not participate in the rebellion of the elder dragons, but instead took the initiative to fight alongside the elder dragons.

However, there were also ancient dragons who betrayed the Dragon King and rebelled with the flying dragons.

In the Shadowlands, besides settling her deepest grudge against Baylor, perhaps this time she will also have the chance to personally kill the traitors.
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On the other side of the battlefield, the horned people suffered a far more tragic fate than the dragons.

Cries and pleas for mercy were useless; the furnace golems only recognized these talking pieces of firewood, once again bestowing upon them chilling fear.

Countless horned humans have been turned into fuel under the iron hooves of the furnace golems, along with the enormous number of cursed frogs.

The fire knights unleashed flames, burning the corpses that hadn't been completely incinerated by the furnace golems, ensuring no disease would break out.

The Black Knights strolled through the ashes of the burned corpses, pulling out the bodies of the Beast Warriors and Bird Warriors.

These horned warriors, who have undergone powerful divine intervention, will not be easily burned to ashes. Instead, they can be recycled into a species preservation repository and exhibited after simple processing.

The bodies of the mythical lion dancers were pierced by jet-black spears and hung high in the sky like banners, together with Messermo's military flag, proclaiming the end of the holy war.

However, on this battlefield where the dust has completely settled, everyone is still waiting and eagerly anticipating what's to come.

They are yearning for the light.

So Bai Shi came back.

Bai Shi, radiating light, returned to the ancient ruins of Laufer.

All eyes immediately turned to Bai Shi.

As dazzling as the sun—no, He is the sun.

The numerous warriors looked up at the radiant and divine white light in the sky and held their breath.

The vast battlefield fell silent for a moment, with only the crackling sound of flames burning on the corpses remaining.

From the weakest soldiers to the most powerful heroes, everyone was looking up at that magnificent figure.

In the past, gods and humans did not belong to the same race.

Gods are immortal, but mortals' feet are forever bound to the dust.

God is very different from man.

But what appeared before them was the light that answered people's expectations.

The sun is great because it can even illuminate dust.

The lives of ordinary people are like the falling and gathering of leaves.

A cool breeze blew away the old leaves hanging from the branches, and they quietly fell to the ground.

But if the sun shines and the spring breeze blows, the branches will sprout lush new green leaves.

This land, filled with blood and fire, savagery and strife, is also so pure—

They will retaliate against those who drive them to their doom with death, and they will repay those who give them life with reverence.

Numerous soldiers faced the sun, bowed their heads, and offered their loyalty.

Bai Shi smiled and opened his arms.

Then the sunlight pierced through the veil of shadows and descended upon this land.

Warm yet gentle golden light spilled freely, and the rising dawn enveloped everyone.

If one does not have the desire to illuminate others, how can one gather the light that is enough to melt the soul?

In the light, the warriors were blessed.

Wherever His gaze falls, wounds heal and withered trees spring back to life...

An invisible force lifted them from their kneeling and bowing positions, guiding them to straighten their bodies and raise their arms high.

Arms were raised, like ripples on the sea under the sun, ceaselessly transmitting life.

With a smile, Messermo also raised his arms to Bai Shi, praising the sun.

From this point on, the fate of the border region will be completely changed.

(End of this chapter)