Living with a magical girl, but a weirdo cadre

　Then, the sounds from the arena in front of him rang out again.

　"What I mean is, I hope you can trust your feelings and let them drive your decisions."

　The person who kept speaking, the one who opened his mouth like that, was a black man, tall and strong, with well-defined muscles.

　A Black man in a jersey, a confident smile on his face, said: "Pure thoughts, pure feelings."

　"..." Although she had never seen the black man in front of her in person, Cong Yu couldn't help but ask, "Black Mamba...?"

　As they greeted each other, and Black Mamba nodded, Cong Yu, standing on the ring, pondered his opponent's words: "Feelings?"

　Black Mamba nodded again, gesturing to the countless spectators around him.

　"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"

　"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"

　"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"

　"..." Everyone, all the onlookers, all the spectators, were chanting Cong Yu's name...

　"Did you hear that? That's how all the dead feel."

　Black Mamba said, flashing his white teeth at Cong Yu, "And also, if you can feel it with your heart..."

　"You can feel it too, can't you? You're on 'the other side,' hearing the calls of your companions and the calls of others."

　As Black Mamba spoke, Cong Yu closed his eyes, and then he truly felt it—he felt everyone.

　Whether it's Yaochuan Guang and the others, Rabbit Man and the others, or people they've only met once or haven't met at all, or everyone from the Star Alliance.

　Cong Yu could genuinely feel the sense of belonging to everyone...

　"You felt it, didn't you, Cong Yu?"

　As Black Mamba spoke, he smiled at Cong Yu and said, "This is our resolve..."

　"The resolve of all those you value and who value you, and all those you love and who love you, will support you, whether in life or in death."

　"Everyone trusts you and entrusts their faith to you."

　"Then let our resolve become yours!"

　Black Mamba shouted this loudly, and the cheers from the surrounding stands grew louder and louder...

　"Cong Yu! Cong Yu!"

　"..." Amidst the cheers, the sound waves eventually transformed into a tide... a tide of love, a tide of faith, a tide of determination.

　Cong Yu stared blankly at all of this...

　Unbeknownst to him, the last missing piece in his heart, the emptiness, was filled in.

　Black Mamba patted Cong Yu on the shoulder, his face serious: "Cong Yu, the place where the dead belong does not belong to you."

　With that, Black Mamba took a deep breath, then raised his arm, looking at Cong Yu as he prepared.

　What are they trying to do?!

　Before Cong Yu could figure it out, or even before he could get a general idea, Black Mamba slammed an elbow at him.

　It struck Cong Yu squarely in the chest...

　In an instant, a feeling of being struck hard and then feeling dizzy in the chest came over Cong Yu.

　"The Great Resurrection Elbow!"

　With that shout, Black Mamba retracted his black elbow. Amidst the cheers of the surrounding audience, he roared with all his might—

　"Return to the world of the living! Man!!"

　"..."

　"The determination is burning! Come forth!!!"

　Chapter 1176 The Final Determination Burns

　The Li region has been defeated...

　They were defeated by the sword of "Ragnarok".

　The world has also failed.

　The determination to be defeated by "Ragnarok"...

　In the end, only those who possessed the power of faith or were determined to burn brightly could stand before Ragnarok.

　Or rather, only Lan Tianzhu has the strength to fight this battle.

　The others, including Moirai, were only barely able to maintain their fighting strength... The group focused on Cong Yu's body.

　Protection comes first.

　As for Lan Tianzhu, as the one who possesses both the power of faith and the burning determination, she is undoubtedly the strongest now.

　It is the strongest one, apart from Cong Yu.

　The only pity is that she didn't accumulate enough faith power, and she had used up a lot of it to defeat her other self.

　Even so, Ragnarok's current situation is still very bad... it feels like it's not far from death.

　Just like Blue Sky Islet is on the verge of collapse...

　Ragnarok's figure seemed closer to "collapse," his body already covered in wounds, from which black blood flowed.

　It wasn't just Cong Yu who lacked the extra power to repair her body; Ragnarok was the same.

　Even so, even though his body seemed to be on the verge of collapse, he still struggled and stumbled forward.

　However, Ragnarok knew he would win.

　With this thought in mind, his eyes were still full of determination, but on the other hand... the battle at Lantianzhu was gradually being replaced by exhaustion.

　"..." Due to physical exhaustion and mental fatigue, Lan Tianzhu dared not use the little remaining power of faith to recover.

　Many people from the Li region have died...

　In the chaos of battle just now, everyone risked their lives to build a bridge that was destined to lead to certain death.

　For victory, and for the world.

　"Fearless of death... right?"

　"Ragnarok," he said, his voice hoarse and deep, raising his sword once more, black sword energy condensing in the air.

　"But if you cannot be resurrected by the power of faith, would you still sacrifice yourselves for the world?"

　Such a question may seem like a question at first glance, but upon closer examination, it becomes clear that it is a sarcastic remark...

　However, if you think about it more carefully and understand the determination of "Ragnarok", then you will know that... this is indeed a question.

　For most people, the answer is no.

　The so-called sacrifice, even one whose meaning is uncertain, certainly requires more consideration and deliberation.

　But as long as they know that they will be resurrected by the power of faith in the future, everyone is willing to turn their sacrifice into a stepping stone to victory.

　However, for another group of people...

　"Of course...phew...yes."

　As he spoke of the Three Thousand Streams, his face was full of exhaustion... Ragnarok gave him a rather disdainful look.

　Because this guy is very slow and troublesome to kill.

　Wasting magic, wasting determination, wasting time...

　Moreover, what the other party said was like talking nonsense. You can revive others anyway, so of course you don't need to care whether the power of faith can revive others.

　However, the phrase "three thousand streams flowing in and out" doesn't mean that...

　"Whether I can be resurrected or not, I will...and countless people who have already died will give the same answer."

　As Shunni Sanqianliu spoke, dragging the greatsword behind him, he charged towards the direction of "Ragnarok": "Life is precious."

　"The weight of life, as I know it, is something that must be cherished and protected no matter what! The same is true for the world!"

　As Shunni Sanqianliu shouted this, a streak of blue and purple lightning rushed over at high speed.

　"Me too!"

　With that shout, Takemikazuchi swiftly charged toward Ragnarok along with the Shungai Sanzenryu.

　"Takemiya! Takemiya! I have returned from the distant thunder! I will bring victory to the awakened Murasame!"

　"..." Then, the two were cut in two by Ragnarok.

　"That's really... enough..."

　As it was saying this, Ragnarok stumbled and fought against the equally stumbling Blue Sky Nagisa, gradually approaching the direction of Cong Yu.

　"..."

　"Another me..."

　Ragnarok was covered in sweat and blood, but he still kept saying, "It's over... It's my victory."

　After saying this, he struggled to raise his arm and pointed the sword at Cong Yu, who was lying on the ground.

　"..."

　"Don't... even think about it..."

　"Leave... Brother Cong Yu..."

　Yao Chuanguang and Xiao Cui barely managed to stand in front of "Ragnarok," and Mo Yilai, pale-faced, revived and joined the battle.

　Can it be stopped?

　It's unstoppable...

　This may be the real end.

　We lost...

　*call--*

　But it seems that something, something is flowing... that thing, is probably called air.

　The air is exchanging with each other, coming from high to low and from low to high, swirling up fallen leaves from the treeless ground.

　Dust, sand, and blades of grass began to fly into the sky...

　This phenomenon is probably called "wind"...

　What a comfortable breeze! It's both cool and warm, both cheerful and subtle, making you want to reminisce about the past and talk about the future.

　In this wind, there seems to be a certain belief.

　Carrying the resolve passed down from the world of the "dead" and the world of the "living," it arrives gracefully.

　Then, a figure stood up.

　In this place where few people are standing

　In any situation, someone who can get back on their feet is beyond doubt...

　“Cong Yu…”

　"Brother Congyu..."

　"Congyu-chan..."

　"..." The moment they saw Cong Yu get up, Xiao Cui and Yao Chuan Guang collapsed with a sense of relief and calm.

　Then, in a strange gust of wind, the two of them seemed to be lifted up and fell lightly and slowly to the ground.

　Seeing this, Lan Tianzhu finally couldn't help but close his eyes: "Is that so? That's great."

　As he said these words, Lan Tianzhu collapsed.

　The warrior, who had exhausted all his strength, collapsed backward, saying, "It's up to you, Cong Yu."

　After saying that, Lan Tianzhu slowly lay down on the ground.

　"..."

　Ragnarok remained silent, simply staring at Cong Yu and the swirling, churning air around him.