People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

What? He’s just a knight of Kalia, and he’s called the strongest?

Exaggeration...

"...How can it be?!"

The Cuckoo Knights' smiles suddenly stopped, and they couldn't help but exclaim with their eyes wide open. They couldn't believe their eyes and the feeling of their spears, as if they were dreaming.

The motionless man in front of them began to swell up again, and they could clearly feel the crackling sound coming from the gun tips piercing his flesh.

Not only that, even the blood flowing from the wound stopped because the muscles expanded again.

What kind of monster is this? !

"Well, that's a good attack. If it's just tickling me, it's already qualified."

Reinhardt looked down at the spears inserted at his waist and chest, "But..."

He immediately raised his head and looked at the group of pyroxene magicians.

The group of magicians looked at Reinhardt as if they had seen a lost dead person, and they couldn't believe their eyes.

This man had obviously been struck by so many spells, but there wasn't even a trace of it on his face.

You know, the weakest pyroxene magic gravel among them can explode and cause blood to splatter on ordinary people, but there is no scar on Reinhardt's face.

Can you resist magic with your face?!

This was completely beyond their understanding.

"...Do you want to dance too?"

Reinhardt smiled slightly, and while these guys were still stunned, he immediately infused the magic power of the sun into the stuck knight's sword.

"Great, Kalia!"

Swah——

The nearly forty-meter-long magic sword tore apart the knight holding the sword in his hand, and pierced through several pyroxene magicians behind him.

Then, he let go of the knight's sword, broke free from the spear that was stuck in his body, grabbed a knight's foot with his backhand, lifted it up and smashed it to the ground.

Bang, bang, bang—

After repeated attempts, a large hole was smashed into the bluestone ground, and the knight lay peacefully inside.

"You are so weak."

Looking at the corpse lying in the pit, Reinhardt couldn't help but sneer. As if that was not enough, he grabbed the corpse's feet and pulled it up, waving it like a sword, as if he was holding some kind of magical weapon.

The knights around him tried to block his attack with their shields, but with a bang, their shields were dented and they flew backwards.

The lucky ones were smashed into the nearby stone wall, like a mural.

The unlucky guys flew out of the city and fell into Lake Lienya, which was nearly a hundred meters above the city, or directly hit the rocks below.

As for the captain, he was the most unlucky one.

With a hiss, the body in his hand broke apart, leaving only a leg in his hand.

The remaining part flew out with the captain and stuck to the wall, turning into a pool of flesh embedded with Cuckoo's armor, the kind that couldn't be removed even with a buckle.

Seeing this, the pyroxene magician was so frightened that his legs trembled. He didn't even bother to attack and quickly turned around and ran away.

"Tsk, are you running away again? Didn't I already say that? Now that we're here, let's make the best of it... But you also said something else—"

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.

Where can you go now that you're inside the fortress?" Reinhardt, covered in blood, grinned. He looked terrifying, like a demon that had just crawled out of hell.

His voice was like a devilish sound, causing these pyroxene magicians to run for their lives, not caring what Reinhardt was saying.

With that kind of speed, it's really hard to believe that they are a group of magicians. They are comparable to sprinters.

Perhaps this is why humans are able to unleash endless potential when faced with life-and-death crises.

Seeing this group of pyroxene magicians running farther and farther away, Reinhardt had no intention of catching up with them. Instead, he stood there and muttered to himself.

"But forget about 'I'll die at dusk'. I'll bury you now."

As he spoke, he raised the ceremonial axe in his hand high up, and milky white magic ripples appeared on it.

jingle--

The clear ringing of bells echoed throughout Dongcheng District, the entire city wall, and even further.

Even Lani, who was in the magic tower, heard it clearly. She slowly turned her head and seemed to be looking at the situation inside the city through the floor tiles.

"...Reinhardt...The sun is about to awaken."

Rose's call!

The moment the hand axe fell, all places in the castle that were affected by the ringing of the bell, as long as there were soldiers from the magic academy, were surrounded by lost dead people, waving the sharp blades in their hands and slashing.

Almost at the same time, all the soldiers of the Magic Academy were hacked to death.

Bols, who had originally led the pyroxene dragon Smarag and the remaining goblin knights to clean up the magic academy forces near the royal territory, also stood there in a daze.

I have no idea what's happening.

He only knew that suddenly a strange bell sounded, and then a large number of lost dead appeared around the group of cuckoos, magicians and the second generation of platinum sons. After hacking them to death, they knelt down in the direction of Kalia Castle.

Not only that, even in front of the city, in the place that was once covered by defensive magic, the spirits of the civilians who died tragically were summoned out and knelt down towards the light that was shining in the direction of the city.

It seems like thanks, and also like all spirits worshipping the gods.

Then, they disappeared one by one like smoke.

In the distance, on the shore of Lake Lienya, the familiar figure appeared again, still standing with one foot on the rock, his long, gilded hair fluttering slowly in the breeze blowing across the lake.

But what is different from before is that His body shape has changed a lot and is no longer as slender and well-proportioned.

Under the thin clothes, her belly was bulging.

But even so, it cannot conceal its beauty. It adds a unique charm and an inexplicable wild beauty.

Those golden eyes were looking towards the direction of Kalia Castle.

"The sun that once vanished has returned to the border... So what are you going to do with it?"

He slowly turned his head and looked at the towering golden tree in the distance, a slight smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

64. Lani Under the Moon (4.6K)

After the battle, the army of the distant magic academy was slowly retreating, just as previously speculated.

This war caused heavy losses to both the Magic Academy and Dujuan.

Soldiers were dragging corpses out of various places in the city and throwing them into a pile outside.

Regardless of friend or foe, the bodies of Kalia and those of the magic academy were all put in one place.

Normally, the bodies of the enemy soldiers should be dragged out and burned or fed to wild beasts to commemorate the fallen soldiers, while the warriors who died to protect Kalia should be buried in Kalia's mausoleum.

But this time, their princess said, just put them all together and burn them.

Although they didn't know why Princess Lani did this, since it was the order of Her Royal Highness the Princess, they had to obey it.

After the bodies were gathered together, except for those whose bodies were not completely turned into mud and were buried on the spot, they were all piled together with the civilians who died under the city wall, neatly arranged into a small hill, and firewood coated with kerosene was piled around them.

The soldier in charge of dealing with the corpses took out a small clay pot from his arms and threw it directly onto the pile of corpses.

With a snap, the jar that hit the armor shattered, and the Martian butterflies inside instantly ignited the firewood and the corpse, raising a blazing fire several meters high.

The dazzling flames and the golden afterglow illuminated the shores of Lake Lienia.

On the other side, in a room in Kalia Castle, the sound of running water could be faintly heard from the bathroom.

Slightly cold water gushed out. Reinhardt, who was standing in the bathroom, didn't care. He knelt on the ground and let the cold water pour over his head, wetting his hair, sliding down along the already distinct muscle lines, washing away the blood stains on them.

It looked as if Radagan had bathed his entire body in the confessional pool of the Church of Marriage using the tears of stars to wash away his sins.

Unfortunately, he had no intention of confessing to anyone, nor did he have any sins to cleanse.

My heart and my actions are as clear as a mirror, and everything I do is just.

Everything is false, everything is permitted.

Even though he was a pyroxene magician from the Magic Academy, he did not feel the slightest bit of guilt about slaughtering the Magic Academy's army. Instead, he felt that he had let the Cuckoo Knights off a bit too easily.

Let them die too easily...

As for the reason why he knelt on one knee, it was simply because he wanted to clean the ceremonial axe.

It's too dirty with the old dirt on it.

But after this defense of Kalia, he seemed to have gained a lot and had some understanding of the so-called Law of the Sun.

In addition to being inherently luminous and radiant, just as Lani once said to him—

The sun seems to be inextricably linked to death.

And the actions of the lost and dead people just prove this point.

A group of dead people worshiped him... no, to be precise, they knelt and prayed towards his light, and then disappeared as if guided.

Perhaps it was for this reason that Lani decided to burn all the bodies, both enemy and friendly.

After all, the soul has already left, so there is no need to perform such a troublesome ritual, let alone desecrate a pile of meat.

But then again, during this not-so-long war between Star and Moon, Reinhardt clearly felt that he seemed to be becoming more and more violent.

He slowly stood up, pushing against the weak current, and looked down at his hands which were constantly clenched into fists.

Slowly tighten and release.

so repeatedly.

He felt as if he was vaguely moving towards becoming a faded person.

This was not good news. He did not want to become the executioner at the border who would be bitten by stray dogs on the roadside.

He is a young man from the 21st century with a good outlook on life, so naturally he should pay attention to self-cultivation.

I feel that the Confucianism that Confucius advocated is very good and very suitable for cultivating moral character.

Simple words contain the truth that the great truth is simple.

It seems like I can try to use it to cultivate my sentiments?

Not a bad idea.

Reinhardt nodded silently and looked at his hands again.

"From today on, my left hand represents benevolence, my right hand represents righteousness, and my axe represents reason... Perfect."

Unfortunately, there is still one missing. I will ask Grandpa Iggy to make a few for me when I have time.

Boom, boom, boom——

A sudden knock on the door brought his thoughts back from their wandering course.

"Who?"

"Blaze."

He was a little surprised by the visitor. He didn't understand why he was looking for him at this time, as it was almost dark.

Reinhardt wiped the water droplets off his body hastily, put on a magician's robe and opened the door.

"Rhine, Lani wants to see you."

As soon as the door opened, Blaze at the door came forward and said this.

"See me? At this time?"

Reinhardt's eyes looked a little strange.

It’s no wonder. The war with the Magic Academy has just ended. Shouldn’t we be busy now?

"Well, I don't know what exactly happened, just change your clothes quickly."