The portable grandfathers that appear are all problematic.

"You are my most outstanding student. This is the last lesson I will teach you."

"It wasn't the holy sword that made the hero, but the hero who made the holy sword." He smiled, looking at the fleeing evil god. "Just watch and see. This sword is in my hands now; it's no longer the 'beloved holy sword'..."

"Its name is the Holy Sword of Salvation!"

Chapter 100 The Thirteen Blessings Unleashed, This is the Holy Sword of Salvation

"Buzz!"

The shattered, beloved holy sword has been reformed.

No, this is called the "Salvation Holy Sword"!

The prayers, calls, and love of everyone in the world converge at this moment, all gathered on this sword.

People all over the world are calling for our miracle.

The gathered prayers will become the shining star of new life, illuminating new miracles and transforming into a savior's sword, falling into the hands of the saint.

The light of the Holy Sword of Salvation shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds, the atmosphere, and even the starry sky. From the distant cosmic perspective, a huge vertical band of light could be seen appearing on this planet.

This is the convergence of hope for survivors worldwide; it is a once-in-a-lifetime miracle.

Xue's hands began to twist, his empty palms unable to grasp the power of the world's prayers.

However, the power of the Holy Sword shone even brighter at this moment, a radiance that came from the purest hatred of everyone on this planet for the "alien evil god" and the purest love for the hero.

The earth began to crack under the gathering magic, gravity around them began to spiral out of control, and shattered floor tiles floated in mid-air.

The power released by the holy sword continued to spread, forming twisted waves, and the air was filled with a scorching and scorching atmosphere, as if even the air itself was burning.

The saint, who carried the prayers of all living beings, began to involuntarily disintegrate and dissipate under the gathered energy.

Perhaps this sword strike will be his final blow.

The heroes and evil gods in the distance both saw the pillars of energy floating in the sky, which were distorting space and gravity, and they realized something.

"My dear friends, our old profession is back!"

"We'll fight with everything we have to stop the evil god from this other world!"

"Roar!" The heroes shouted their names as they once again launched a desperate charge against the gods.

Stopping the gods is their specialty.

"The Beloved Holy Sword... no, it should be called the Savior Holy Sword now." The old hero saw the sword's soaring light and smiled with relief.

At this moment, the bird-man armor he was attached to still unleashed power close to level 5, which was his strongest power.

Love knows no bounds!

Even without his beloved holy sword, he still activated this mode of infinite love.

"Come with me to hell, evil god!" the hero roared as he charged at the evil god and pierced its eyeball.

The power of love erupted, shattering the eyeballs, and the evil god's terrified roar was filled with pleas and pain.

But as that kid Xue Law said, demons don't feel pain or fear; this must be a disguise!

……

"No, teacher!" Fafnir's voice rang out. She saw her father's battle with the evil god and her teacher gradually dissipating under the energy of the world's light.

In just one day, the two most important people to her seemed to be leaving her.

However, the next moment, a hand helped Xue Dinglu grasp the holy sword.

“Hercules…” Xue Lude looked at the phantom of Hercules.

“A voice told us to come and help you.” Hercules smiled, and Xue turned to look at his other 12 close friends who were playing the role of “knights” in this story.

The twelve people placed their hands on the holy sword, and their figures disappeared. At that moment, the light of the holy sword soared exponentially, increasing dramatically.

This power, capable of cleaving a planet, this power that gathers the prayers of the world, has completed its final blessing and protection, with the oath of the 12 heroes and the blessing of the planet's consciousness.

"Fafner, listen carefully." Starlight gathered around Xue's law and rose.

The energy of the riot lifted the hood of Xue's Law and ruffled the hair on his forehead.

The evil god roared in the distance, but the infinitely loving old man and the Greek heroes held it captive. Gazing at the light of the holy sword in the distance, it lay prostrate on the ground, hysterical, wanting to escape but unable to.

"A true hero is not someone destined for greatness, nor someone reckless and fearless, but someone who, knowing danger and despair, still raises the torch of their predecessors and continues to forge ahead towards the unknown future!"

"teacher……"

"Listen to me, Fafnir, this world belongs to you, not us. In the end, it will still fall back into your hands," Xue Dinglu said softly.

Tears welled in the girl's eyes. She understood that these were her teacher's last lessons, the last pieces of knowledge he could impart to her.

"You will eventually raise your torches and leap over our bodies, like birds that have escaped their cages, flying towards a more distant future."

"And finally, the book I gave you, memorize it in its entirety!"

Xue's Law laughed.

Fafnir smiled too.

She truly came to know her teacher: his faith, forbearance, loyalty, strength, courage, sacrifice, and the love that was never absent.

His love is not for himself; no one can hold him back. He is like stardust in the sky, always there, forever there.

The evil god sensed a deadly threat and struggled frantically. However, the long-dead hero blocked its path and wreaked havoc inside its body.

Each attack tore a large hole in its body, and with the help of the other heroes' obstruction, it finally unleashed its last will to survive.

Run! Run! Run!

I must leave this planet and pass this information on to my people... I must escape!

However, since we're already here, let's not leave.

"Xue Law, attack me." The voice of the brave uncle came from the consciousness space.

Xue Dinglu's lips curled up.

Brave Uncle, even in the face of such a cruel reality, you can still activate the infinite love mode?

I am aware of your awareness and your will.

So……

"Holy Sword of Salvation, 13 Blessings Unleashed!"

These are the blessings and protections bestowed upon the holy sword of salvation by the 12 strongest heroes of Greece.

"Achilles!" he cried out the name of his dearest friend.

"I swear by the everlasting flower of the hero!" Achilles replied.

Hector!

“I swear an unwavering promise!” Hector replied.

"Odysseus!"

"I pledge to a brighter tomorrow!"

"Ajax!"

"I pledge to protect the future!"

……

With each blessing of liberation, the starlight surrounding Xue's Law shines even brighter. The earth, forests, sky, ocean... all places in the world emit wisps of starlight, gathering around Xue's Law.

"Hercules!"

"I will not swear an oath for my own glory!"

The 12 blessings have been completed. Xue's Law is vibrating all around. This is a vibration of the sky, a vibration of space, a vibration of the world. This is the arrival of the miracle that the whole world has been calling for.

And finally...

"Xediles!"

"I swear in the name of saving the world!"

13 Blessings for complete liberation, gathering the world's prayers, shining with a breath that transcends the world, a surging torrent that breaks through the heavens.

A miracle shines only once, a holy sword surpassing level 5 shines!

"Oath - The Holy Sword of Salvation!"

The light that pierced through the planet's atmosphere and reached the unknown depths of the universe suddenly struck down.

The hero's sword was stuck in the evil god's head. He looked up and saw the light falling from the sky, and the last rays of the setting sun.

The sunset is so beautiful...

"Buzz!"

The light engulfed both the evil god and the old man, sliced ​​through the planet's clouds, and finally dissipated into the unknown depths of the universe.

……

The sunset glow painted half the sky crimson, and the saint stood alone amidst the desolate ruins, his holy sword shattered into dust.

Heroes vanished, warriors vanished, and even evil gods disappeared from this world.

His shadow was stretched long by the afterglow of the setting sun. The distant mountains seemed to be on fire under the glow of the sunset, and the clouds and mist among the mountains were dyed gold, shimmering with luster.

The saint's face was dappled with light and shadow, and crimson marks slowly appeared on his white robe. Crystal flowers with silver cross emblems were growing at the bottom of the cleaved chasm.

All around was deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind echoing in my ears.

As the sun set, the battle was over.

In that final ray of light, he and the gradually fading sunset transformed into light and vanished from this world.

……

Fafnir met her real father again.

He was no longer the undead who could only move by clinging to armor. He looked very ordinary, like an old man who had been through wind and sun, with a desolate figure and unkempt stubble.

“Father, and… teacher…” She looked at Xue Dinglu, tears welling up in her eyes uncontrollably.

There must be someone in this world who was born for you. When you stand at the edge of a cliff, don't lose hope. Hold on for just one more second, and wait for that person to appear before you like a whirlwind.

"I'm sorry, Fafnir, I'm a useless father. I can't be there to watch you grow up, and I can't spend the future with you..." The hero's rough, calloused hands touched the girl's face, wiping away her tears.

“Dad…” Fafnir finally couldn’t hold back her tears. Looking at her father, who was not handsome at all, she threw herself into his arms and cried her heart out.

Countless times, in that castle, she fantasized about being embraced by her real father, imagining herself like a princess in a chivalrous novel, throwing herself into his arms and telling him about her pain and the hardships she had endured over the years.

However, when this fantasy actually came true, she hoped she would never experience it.

But at this moment, the same aura emanating from her father was lingering around her, and the power of the connection between their bloodlines resonated within her.

"I'm sorry, Fafnir, I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..." The usually talkative hero uncle now seemed like an autistic patient.

He could only keep repeating the three words "I'm sorry," as if he had lost all his words.

Even at 16, she was only 1.4 meters tall, which gives you an idea of ​​how difficult her life must have been.

He also wanted to watch Fafnir grow up into a beautiful young woman, so that she could boldly pursue her love.

But he can no longer do it...

After a long while, the father and daughter finally broke their embrace. The brave uncle smiled and took two steps back.

"I'm sorry, Fafnir, Daddy has to leave... Daddy is going to become a star..."

"To become a star, to watch over you forever, to watch you grow up..."

Chapter 101 Don't Steal My Spotlight!

The brave old man disappeared, leaving behind only a skinny horse.

Fafnir looked at him; the man's back was desolate. He didn't turn around, and just walked further and further away, disappearing from sight forever.

The most important person in my life has left, and I will never be able to see her again...

She stared blankly at the second most important person in her life.