It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"The Dark Knights have been able to survive until now, shielded by my abilities. They should have been wiped out of this world long ago, but I continued their fate, and they have repaid me with their own lives. They knew their inevitable demise today, yet they have persevered with their will until now."

"Although we didn't spend much time together, I believe you care about them, right? So, please listen to their final words, their trust in you. Even if this may place a heavier burden on you..."

Bai Lin could neither refuse nor deny such words. Her eyes were already wet. Those were not tears of weakness, but the protective wall of her heart that was unwilling to face such a result after being pushed to a certain limit. Her hazy eyes could still clearly see the figures of each person coming.

"Hello, Holy Son."

Her hair was flowing, her tone was energetic yet full of the flavor of time, and full of emotion. Si Feiya said this to Bai Lin with a little embarrassment. Then she looked at the empty space on the side, as if asking, "Isn't this opening statement a bit inappropriate for a last word?" After getting a certain response, she smiled calmly and looked at Bai Lin.

"Holy Son, we all know you've been through a lot. The situation right now is probably the one you're most reluctant to face. You've always been a very straightforward person, and few people can persuade you. In this respect, you and Xiao Nuo are exactly the same. Master and disciple, just like each other."

"So, I can only use my older sister's advantage to force you to be cheerful. At least at our funeral, I ask you to smile. Hehe, this is a request from a deceased person, and although it may be a bit excessive, you still have to agree to it."

She rarely showed her dignity, and at the same time, she also showed her sentimental nature. After a bitter smile, she said,

"Oh, and there's something else you absolutely must hear. After all, they definitely wouldn't reveal it in their last words. Many of them have stubborn personalities. It would be terrible if there were still misunderstandings left unresolved before they died."

"Let's talk about Alvin first. He seemed hostile to you before, didn't he? Actually, he once fell in love with someone similar to your Chosen One, someone with the title of Holy Son, or a Saint of the Vatican. She promised to help us knights, but in the end, we were betrayed."

Sifiya smiled calmly, as if what she was talking about was not her own business.

"That incident isn't his fault. Whether it was contacting the church or trusting them, it was always our collective decision. However, Ivan has always stubbornly believed that he spoke too much on behalf of that saint, which is why he's been mired in self-blame. Naturally, he's hostile to a saint like you. So, please be more tolerant of him. Although it seems a little too late to talk about this now?"

Chapter 1016 It Won’t Be in Vain

"Or rather... there's no need, is there? After all, you two get along pretty well. I only said a few words at the end, so just listen."

As she spoke, Sphia moved closer to the camera and whispered,

"Don't tell anyone, Ivan actually had a crush on the poet. I overheard it. But the poet rejected him, and the matter was over. But seeing how intimate you were with her, you might have some feelings for her too. This boy is really a romantic."

After discussing Ivan, Sfia brought up Xiao Nuo again. She shared a few anecdotes about her apprentice and urged her not to bring up any embarrassing details in their future interactions. This past event clearly demonstrated Sfia's concern for everyone. Even though it might no longer be useful, she still brought it up in detail.

"...Kingfisher will surely say everything she wants to say, so I won't mention it. But Shar-Pei's words might be a little more awkward than you think. His sister was trafficked here, so he has a special kind of love for her, perhaps bordering on compassion. He won't specifically ask for it, but please place their tombstones closer together."

"Ju Men's family was wiped out, and he never revealed it. But if you can bring something from his destroyed hometown, his spirit in heaven will surely be very happy. Chang Mao is actually very heartless, so I won't mention it anymore."

After clicking around, Sphia slowly glanced at the side and lowered her voice again.

"As for the poet, she was actually a very fragile girl. Don't disbelieve me. Although she carried a lot, just like you. But after her death, I hope you can treat her with more normality."

Then, Sifiya began to act like a nagging mother. She began to loudly read out a list of clothes to Bai Lin. It seemed that she had never worn them herself, but wanted to use Bai Lin, a good-looking girl, as a dress-up girl to satisfy her inner fantasy of dressing up. The list of dishes made Bai Lin's heart heavier, but in the blink of an eye, Sifiya's voice stopped at the end. Finally, she smiled gently and said,

"Well, that's all I have to say. Remember what I said, sister. No matter what, I hope you can be a happier hero and not be like Ivan, always looking sour."

At this moment, just like that moment, Sphia, standing in another world, also calmly closed her eyes and smiled as she always did when she treated her companions. She declared to the gods,

"Since you are the enemy, please be the first to kill me—"

Before she finished speaking, Sphia's body suddenly exploded, a large amount of blood and flesh splattered everywhere. In the blink of an eye, a living person was shattered to the ground like a pool of meat paste, and then disappeared with the wind. The gods were still shouting loudly,

"You think I dare not take action, don't you? Do you really think you are that important? While I haven't changed my mind yet, you still have room to maneuver!"

The voice of the gods was deafening. She seemed to want to shake the other party, express her own position, and use facts to force the other party to change. But her actions only brought about silence. Only after a long time, Ju Men said,

"When Sphia died, there was really no turning back, Xiao Nuo."

In an instant, Ju Men's body was destroyed. The last trace he left in this world was his final words to Bai Lin:

"Son, I heard what the poet said. By the time you read this, we will probably be dead. I often take care of everyone, but my comfort may not be strong enough for you. So what I want to tell you is that this is our own decision, nothing more."

"After we leave, you must continue to be strong. Carry our will and continue it. Death is not terrible. The real extinction is when there is no one to continue it. Even Xiao Nuo has realized this, so it is impossible for you not to know it."

"At least, our deaths won't be in vain."

As he spoke, Ju Men smiled bitterly. This was the first time Bai Lin saw this giant with such an expression. He just listened to him slowly say,

"I've experienced many unfulfilling things in my life. But as I approach death, this is the only thing I can ask you to do. Although I won't be able to see the world saved, I hope that you will always be that powerful hero, the last one to carry this torch."

His words were much shorter than Sphia's. After briefly encouraging and supporting Bai Lin, he left. Then, the little long-haired boy came out laughing.

"It's my turn, Holy Son. Honestly, leaving a last will isn't my style... I've always been free and easy, and I'm just joining everyone else because I think collective action isn't a problem for me. If I had to say what I think of you, it's that you can drink quite a bit. When I die and visit your grave, remember to toast me a few more glasses!"

"And then, you have quite a talent for martial arts. You should have pretty much understood all the various martial arts I've taught you, right? I hope you can master them all to the point where you can kill me in every way possible! One day, something I wouldn't dare use on the battlefield could be used to help you save the world."

"Hehe, this way I can watch from underground and be satisfied. I can also brag about this trick I taught you. Anyway, don't be too sad, come on!"

He came like the wind, and left like the wind. When he died, he was blown away by the wind. At this time, the god had already killed the third person.

"Stupid, extremely stupid! Why would you choose to end your life prematurely and pointlessly?!"

"Aren't you the one who's slaughtering us? If you really want to say it's meaningless, then it's not your place as our enemy to say that."

The Sharpie had a stern face. Just before Changmao died, he had just uttered some trash talk to the gods. He usually had this kind of style, but at this moment, he couldn't relax. He had to protect his sister for the last time in his life and go ahead of her.

"Holy Son, as you can see, I haven't had any worries in my life. That bitch Sphia must have said a lot about me. It's really troublesome..."

The Shar-Pei in front of Bai Lin scratched his head and laughed twice. His eyes seemed a little tired, but also full of satisfaction. Then, he turned his face back to normal and said to Bai Lin,

Chapter 1017 Graduation Ceremony

"The person I cherish most in my life is my sister. I don't know where she came from, and there's no need for you to investigate. After all, she herself isn't interested. I only know that she is my sister. So, I'll pass on my dying wish to her. I hope you'll listen more carefully to her words."

"Finally, I hope you don't cry too loudly, or I'll be embarrassed, hahaha... That's all, bye."

He playfully saluted Bai Lin, turned around, and left. At the same time, he was also facing his own death. In the blink of an eye, there was nothing left.

Kingfisher vanished at the same moment. When she regained consciousness, she had already leaped high into the air, the only one left wielding a knife at Xiao Nuo. Even though it was futile, she still did it. It wasn't so much a flare-up of intense emotion over her brother's death as it was a reaction, after spending so much time together, that it had become an instinctive one.

This reckless behavior will naturally lead to a simple death. She was a stubborn person from beginning to end, just a beating nerve. And here at Bai Lin, she still laughed and talked about her love.

"Son, I really want to have a midnight snack with you. It's a shame we won't have the chance in the future. Even though I can't eat anymore, please don't treat yourself badly, okay?! Eat more of that thing called cilantro, just think of it as eating it for me."

"I need to sleep well and eat well. I often get so engrossed in my work that I forget myself. Even though I'm exhausted, I can't quite shake that feeling. Only by doing something I enjoy can I recover!"

"Don't look at me like this. I know you will be like this too. Everyone will be like this. So you should do what you like more often, eat late-night snacks more often, and live a better life!"

Kingfisher's words were rare and somewhat serious. Although the main content still revolved around eating coriander. These beautiful things were about to completely leave her, but she also hoped that the person she thought was good, that is, Bai Lin, could get them.

I hope she has plenty of coriander to eat.

"...I've witnessed countless foolish things, but this is something I never expected. After all, I've been with you before, and I've more or less recognized your ability to act. Truly, I was wrong—"

The god's tone was mournful, as if her emotions were gradually fading. And Ivan, the last knight standing, also took a step forward and said,

"We were the ones who misjudged you, Xiao Nuo. It's really awkward to hear you say this even now. But there is one thing I know very well."

"You're the most foolish one, aren't you? No matter who you are, letting the past hold you back is no different than not thinking at all. Though, I'm not in a position to judge you. It was only after experiencing it myself that I changed my mind."

He, who had the most serious quarrel with Bai Lin at the beginning, shook his head and said so. But in front of Bai Lin, he still had a cold face.

"I don't have much to say to you, Holy Son. You are very powerful. I have to admit that you are much stronger than me. Whether in terms of strength or in your heart. What you have endured is far beyond my imagination."

"At this point, there's not much point in praising you anymore. I don't have much to tell you. It's about the poet..."

As he spoke, Aiwen glanced at his side, and then spoke softly to Bai Lin,

"Go find out about her past. She'll be very happy if you know it. That's all I have to say."

"Besides that, you must remain steadfast on your path. Whether you are the Son of God or something else entirely, only by knowing yourself can you be qualified for success. I hope you can truly live the ordinary life that we cannot have."

In their daily interactions, Bai Lin's frank personality had long since transformed them from conflicting to incredibly natural. Although Ai Wen wasn't one to proactively apologize, whenever he tried to, Bai Lin would wave his hand and brush it off with something like, "We're just buddies."

The other party was in such a state, and it would be a bit awkward to dwell on it. So what Aiwen left for Bai Lin was also a heartfelt blessing.

What is left to this world is a pool of rotten flesh scattered by the wind.

The gods silently watched everything here. Just as the knights had said, killing these people wouldn't require even a finger lift. Their deaths seemed as light as a feather. They claimed to have held off the enemy for a short while, but how long did they really hold off?

How much time is left for this world?

"Hahahahaha, hahahahahahahahahaha! It's unpleasant, but also incredibly amusing. I never thought the humans in this world were such foolish creatures. And yet, they actually asked me if I wanted to work together?! With that level of intelligence, they're undoubtedly nothing more than a stumbling block. If I were still borrowing a human body, I'd surely despair at the stupidity of my own kind."

After a long silence, a wild laugh burst out without reservation. Her laughter was unrestrained and soared into the sky, as if nothing in the world could resist her will. She spread her hands and then said to the poet,

"Now, you are the only one left, Astrologer! I have long since grown tired of the talk of fate. Your self-proclaimed noble life is nothing more than another piece of yellow earth! When the time comes, I will extract your soul, control your mind, and use your knowledge to bring about the end of the world."

The poet was calm and unwavering. After a long while, she sighed deeply, raised her head, and gazed into the deep sky.

"It took quite a while for me to come back to my senses... but it's a shame it couldn't have been longer."

Her low murmurs were heard by the gods. Such ambiguous and obviously inappropriate words made the gods unsure of what they had heard.

"You are here, what are you talking about?"

The poet quickly looked at the other person, as if nothing had been said, and replied normally,

"I know someone I've always had a grudge against, Xiao Nuo. Even though you were reduced to a weak human body after coming to this world to save your life, your heart has never been as simple as it appears. Perhaps human emotions are as light as a feather to you, but I haven't left even a trace of a feather on you."

"After all, the poet is only in charge of the overall situation and does not follow you day and night."

Chapter 1018 Defending the City

"I once saved the knights, and entrusted the Holy Son with my care. Only you, I have no close ties with. So you keep praising my wisdom and abilities, but in reality, attacking me is the last thing you need to think about."

The poet said this with great self-awareness. And the gods did not deny it.

"That's true, but it's not a matter of sentiment. It's simply that killing a fortune teller like you would be of great help to me. Come! Behold your destruction!"

The blood-red light of dawn seemed unmoved, yet it itself gradually condensed, gradually bringing the world's colors to a hue of destruction. Like a choir gradually chanting each character, gradually advancing the sacred music to the key part of the ritual, it naturally condensed, following the will of the world and the will of the gods.

The gods still did not take any action. But the bell of judgment had already begun to ring loudly. At the same time, the poet smiled softly and said,

"That is why I can use all my despicable means to deal with you, God."

As the knights gradually retreated into the shadows behind them, the poet walked up to Bai Lin again and said to her,

"You are a human being of flesh and blood, and we all know that you are also a person of propriety. Therefore, after consultation between the knights and me, you are allowed to indulge in alcohol after our death... for one night. After that, you must not indulge yourself too much."

"Otherwise, prepare yourself for the possibility of not even meeting in the afterlife. You are an immortal being, carrying the stories of others on your shoulders. If you were to become the God of Dusk, I really don't want to imagine what it would be like."

The poet's words were certainly forceful, but her tone was also incredibly gentle. The regal aura in her rosy eyes had completely vanished, leaving only her final hope for Bai Lin.

"By now, you must have clearly understood the true nature of the Twilight Gods. They are undoubtedly powerful, having made it this far. But even the strongest hearts can eventually decay. You simply cannot imagine how much they have experienced, and it's impossible to sum up this group in a single sentence. They are very likely lunatics beyond your comprehension. Even though they are truly pitiful, please treat them with caution."

"However, this madness can also be utilized."

The poet narrates,

"Xiao Nuo, or rather... the Dusk Goddess Vandortino, killed her sister with her own hands after arriving in this world. This further shattered her heart, already fragile from the erosion of this world."

"And the knights who would have died with me were killed by her own hands first. Even if she's incredibly hardened, there's a rift that can be opened up. After all, she's not a complete god. While I doubt you'll use it, using the mentor-disciple relationship to sow discord might have some effect."

"I know you're not someone who can't take action. This battle is the final chapter of the future I've laid out for you. From now on, your path is entirely in your own hands."

The poet looked at the person in front of him, and finally, he resolutely pushed Bai Lin away. Bai Lin's consciousness also gradually sank into the black pool under his feet.

"Farewell... Holy Son. I hope you will remember me, the cunning astrologer, and the bard who sang praises of your hero."

-

"Well, it's already started."

"Well, apparently."

Standing in the Platinum City, Hisenia didn't seem to expect any response to her previous words. She ignored Marenia and walked deeper into the city, saying,

"A considerable amount of time has passed since all the living beings in the city perished. Apparently, something must have happened to my father. Otherwise, he would have come looking for us."

"You're going to help him? No way, my dear sister... But it's true. If you go back now and show your kindness, maybe you can live a little longer."

Marennia narrated this. Clearly, she had no idea what had happened in the other world, but her expression looked somewhat disappointed. However, Hisenia simply opened her arms, and in the blink of an eye, the entire city began to spin.

A set of magnificent pavilions, even more magnificent than the previous ones, were erected directly on the slightly damaged city. Indeed, if a city only needed to support two people, then it naturally didn't need streets with heavy traffic, nor did it need other buildings to highlight the high palaces.

Hisenia was incredibly swift, performing miraculous magic with astonishing magical manipulation. This city felt like a part of her. No matter how many times she saw it, Marenia would always marvel at her elder sister's strength.

"We will not help him, nor will we run away, nor will we switch sides."

Hisenia said this lightly. And Marenia asked doubtfully,

"So what do we do?"

"Defend the city."

Hisenia pointed to the ground, then casually sat down on a staircase. She casually placed her long-handled rapier and a tower shield with irises beside her. After a moment's hesitation, Marenia also came over to her side. But she didn't sit down, instead looking at her.

Although among the three sisters, Marennia's position as a perfect person has always been more inclined towards the brainy military strategist, while Hisnaia is more like a general who is not good at speaking and stands on the front line. However, Marennia knows best that her eldest sister is the one with the deepest wisdom.

She had always acted most loyal to You, but they knew deep down that following You would not end well. These three daughters were merely props. Aranija, considered useless, was a clear example of how she was twisted into that state.

Marenia was naturally easygoing, with no regard for blood ties. She had always let Araniah fend for herself. After all, her current state had nothing to do with her, so she naturally felt no guilt.

However, her eldest sister, who clearly didn't show her emotions, was particularly caring towards both of them. She was also the only person in this city that Marennia felt she could trust.

Chapter 1019 Gather Here

By now, most of the Perfect Men were dead, and some of their forces were outside the city, fighting against the races drawn in by the general offensive. The Silver Dwarves, the Ghost Mountain Holy Wizards, the city's inhabitants... most of the races that had crossed paths with the Saint Son and the poet seemed to have arrived after hearing the news. Perhaps the poet had distributed a notice.