Chapter 702 The Last Tenderness

How stubborn, just like you, Tilan...

I won't watch her lose herself in the end, so...

So what else can you change, Tilan...

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In the sky, the girl with black wings stood alone, her hands clasped together, as if she was praying for the last time, recalling the faint light in the sky that had not yet dissipated. The

extremely gentle ballad sang in this quiet sky.

Facing the distant sun,

the faint glow descended

as if time was rewinding at this moment. The past scenes appeared blurred in the sky. The two figures intertwined back and forth in the sky. Every time they fought and collided, golden debris burst out.

These golden debris slowly settled and fell below,

gathering in front of the girl who closed her eyes and prayed. The

golden debris ,

the golden outline, and the transparent shape of

the golden holy sword

became clearer step by step. Every structure and molecule in it was exactly the same as in the scene, and even the unrepeatable concept power appeared on this sword.

The crystal of healing, the sound of the strings of time, the power she possessed represented the original wish of the Moon Crown

- to make up for the regrets in the past.

When this wish was activated in the purest way, a miracle that almost reversed time appeared, and a holy sword exactly the same as 'Tiracifi' slowly condensed in front of her.

It was composed of the broken parts of 'Tiracifi' in the battle, and then through the prayer of this girl, it was perfectly repaired and re-condensed into a real holy object.

Although it has the same appearance and power as 'Tiracifi', it is not that sword after all. When Tilan held the hilt, golden and silver patterns appeared on it like vines intertwined, showing the flowing artistic letters in the center.

'Despair withered from here - Hekamene'

held the hilt, and a silver moonlight mark appeared on Tilan's forehead, and then a beam of light like a beacon penetrated the atmosphere and pierced into space.

The battle is not over yet, Celitia.

Even compared to the heroes in myths and legends, Heshia is one of the few with extremely strong resilience. Whether it is her personality or her innate power, she has a toughness and self-repair ability that ordinary people can hardly imagine. Facing the extremely persistent Heshia, even Themisia can only give in sometimes.

Fortunately, such a nature does not appear all the time. As long as it does not involve principles, she is actually a very easy-to-talk person.

Celitia, who entered the space, sensed the approaching breath from behind, and she also looked back to see Tilan's current appearance.

Is that sword a replica of 'Tiraxifi'? It's exactly the same

. However, Tilan, you can't use the full power of this sword after all,

because this is the treasure that Xi Efulian left for us Silver Wings.

Celitia, who has slowly sunk into the crown of the sun, wielded the holy sword, which shot out a brilliant light like a gun, directly crossing a distance of thousands of miles to shatter the shining silver meteor.

"It's useless." She no longer cared about the girl who fell into the atmosphere again, and began to close her eyes and concentrate, allowing herself to blend into this magnificent crown step by step.

When she stepped out of the golden crown again, everything was over.

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The falling meteors in the atmosphere slowly stopped, and Tilan urged the holy sword 'Hakamin' in her hand to shatter the time and space seal that imprisoned her body, and hovered in the air again.

Because she was not a silver winged species, she looked at the holy sword in front of her that passed through the bright light, and then closed her eyes and thought.

'Tiraxifi' is a holy object condensed by Xi Efulian with her own crown power. In order not to be used by outsiders, it must be mixed with special identification marks, and this method should be difficult for other dark suns to crack, and can only be violently destroyed.

When she drew the sword before, she also used the blood of Celitia to obtain immunity... Wait, if the blood of the silver winged species is needed to be exempted, her eyes turned quickly, looking for the floating courtyards shining on the planet at this moment.

When she saw the silver-winged species that had resonated with 'Tiracifi', her heart suddenly sank again.

Even if she could unlock the seal and obtain the full power of the holy object, what would happen? By that time, Celitia had already raised the Crown of the Sun, and she could not stop it.

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Time passed second by second. In this extremely short moment, many images and memories flashed through Tilan's mind until it finally settled on the rows of table data that she had once skimmed over. Race name:

Silkworm

moth species

Characteristics: can produce high-quality fiber, extremely obedient, moth wings, low combat effectiveness

Physical data: Adult height 1.3m-1.5m, weight 30kg-50kg, wingspan 1.8m-2.2m, silver-white hair color, single fiber hair, can faintly sense the emotions of other creatures, can see at night, scale powder can self-clean and sterilize, afraid of fire, adapt to the Angel Sequence and the Original Sequence, and can advance to Sequence 2 when it grows normally to adulthood.

Origin: Unknown, has the potential to become a dependent race.

Evaluation: Compiled using the fifth generation of genetic technology, with the template base as the standard. To ensure the purity of the individual, the resistance is deliberately lowered, causing the incomplete and genetically mixed individuals to die prematurely. They have excellent appearance, and even sacrificed some of their extraordinary ability genes for this. They are a rare race that has eliminated resistance factors in their genes. They trust almost any stranger, cannot refuse others' requests, and are easily manipulated. They are a good tool race, but as a main race, they are incomplete and unqualified.

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"It has the potential to be a dependent race. It seems that this race is not bad." The words that Celitia said casually at the time suddenly became very clear at this moment.

My name is Olenna, are you... my new master?

Where did they go?

One was eaten, and the other was used.

The queen was injured, so Miena was used, and Aina was beaten to death by the guards, and then in order not to waste her, she was eaten by them.

What do you mean by used up?

The queen was injured and had problems with her internal organs. She was replaced with Miena's. So Miena is gone.

Are you going to take us away? Where are we going? We will take good care of ourselves. Just give us food and you can

rest assured. We will give you food.

The memories of the silkworm moth species emerged in the girl's mind, making her feel a lot of pity and feeling the purity of these little guys

. As the original work of Xi Efulian, these little guys are not a perfect artificial race. They have many shortcomings, but they also represent Xi Efulian's original fairy-tale wish

. If it is the silkworm moth species that also came from Xi Efulian's hands, will this holy sword recognize it?

Tilan didn't have time to guess. She used the power of time and space to teleport back to the hidden cave under the valley almost instantly, and saw several little guys huddled together.

"It's night, but the sky outside is bright."

"Everyone seems very scared. Lady Orles also asked us to hide."

"I don't know when Lady Heshia will come back."

"The skirt I made for Lady Heshia is not finished yet."

"It would be nice if I could live like this forever."

"Although everyone in the camp occasionally makes fun of me, I won't be sad with so many companions around."

"The carrot stew smells delicious, but it's a pity that the carrots are almost gone. I don't know when everyone will return to the grassland."

"I don't know why, but I feel that something terrible is about to appear." Curled up on the bed in the corner, in the cold ground without a campfire, several little guys hugged each other and used each other's moth wings to form a small warm space.

Listening to their conversation, Tilan didn't know why she wanted to cry, even though she hadn't cried for a long time.

Why would such a stupid and defenseless race be born? Living on this planet, they are either enslaved or used as livestock. As long as they meet someone with a slightly bad heart, these little guys will be bullied, and then they can be bought off with a little favor and will remember the kindness of others.

According to Celitia's theory that superior races replace inferior races, these little guys will definitely be eliminated. If the world is bound to be dominated by powerful people, then these little guys are destined to live a life of eternal slavery.

Even though Tilan knew the laws of the world, she was still very sad. No matter what you look like at the beginning and what kind of wishes you have, you will eventually become stronger and dominate others.

Because if you don't do this, someone else will do it, and the final result is that everyone is forced to adapt to this environment and give up their past appearance.

This is the case with Celitia, the four dark suns in the past, and even the remaining mechanical angels on this planet. The endless and cruel war forces everyone to choose the best narrow path to win, and the final result is that no matter how many people and things have good intentions, they will inevitably slide into the abyss and become part of the darkness.

If this is the root of all tragedies, then how can we break the cycle of reincarnation...

Tilan walked towards the silkworm moths huddled in the corners step by step, and the gorgeous light bloomed from the sword in her hand, illuminating the dark underground cave.

"It's Lady Heshia!"

"Is it really Lady Heshia?" Several silkworm moths couldn't believe it.

"Lady Heshia is back, woo woo." They trotted over and looked at the sword in Tilan's hand with some fear.

"Lady Heshia..." One of them called the girl's name in a low voice and approached carefully.

"Olena, come here." Tilan called her name softly and asked her to come forward.

The silkworm moth girl with snow-white moth wings flapped her wings, walked to Tilan with some nervous steps, and then looked up at her.

"Try to hold this sword." Tilan slowly squatted down and stroked the other's head with one hand.

"Okay." Although Olenna didn't know why she did this, she still stretched out her hand and touched the sword carefully.

Her hand, like a normal human, stretched out from the white linen sleeve and slowly rested on the hilt.

Tilan looked at the quietly flowing light of the sword. When Olenna grasped the hilt, it fluctuated a little, but soon returned to calm.

So Tilan loosened her fingers and let Olenna lift the sword with both hands. At this time, Olenna was obviously struggling. Seeing that she couldn't hold it, several other silk moth species around came to help. Finally, the five little guys lifted the sword together and stood in the dark underground.

The light on the holy sword was still flowing, and the gorgeous golden and silver patterns were like vines wrapped around it, illuminating the faces of several silk moth species around it.

"Very good." Tilan felt that her voice was much softer, and she slowly closed her eyes.

For some reason, a faint warmth flowed in her heart. It was difficult for her to describe what this feeling was. Was it happiness? Was it joy, comfort, or a faint tranquility.

Yes, even though Xi Aifulian had become the Dark Sun for hundreds of years when she created the holy relic 'Tira Sifei', this holy relic still recognized these little silkworm moths in front of her, without rejecting them.

Logically speaking, as the most perfect creation in Xi Aifulian's heart, she only needed to leave the authority of the holy relic to the Silver Wings, and there was no need to take into account this flawed work that she had long abandoned, and the extremely weak race.

But

perhaps these little guys were once the softest part of her heart. Even if she was in charge of the holy relic that became the next Dark Sun's authority, Xi Aifulian still left a backdoor for the silkworm moths.

Perhaps she did not expect these little guys to succeed and show their special talents for turning over, because Xi Aifulian gave all her knowledge and expectations to the Silver Wings, and never cared about these silkworm moths again.

Silently, Tilan thought a lot, a lot.

She bent down, touched these silkworm moths waiting for her orders, and then teleported them to the outside world.

At this time, the sky had turned into a strange black color. Through this sky, you can see the little stars outside and the huge golden vortex.

This huge golden vortex is so eye-catching and cannot be ignored. Countless lights converge into it and continue to condense and weave layer by layer. Although the people on the earth are still unclear about what happened, everyone knows that an extremely magnificent will is about to be born in the center of the vortex.

The history recorded in the ancient legends emerged in the minds of many people, and they also recalled the names that resounded throughout the galaxy in the Fifth Era.

Which crown will be born this time?

On the high wall of the Ford Alliance, the sage Lindsay and the gray scholar Bornhard stood side by side. They looked up at the golden vortex at the end of the sky with complicated eyes.

"That is to say, the silver-winged species finally succeeded."

"Yes, in the center of the golden vortex, a new sacred sun is about to be born. At that time, the entire planet will become its sanctuary and be controlled by it." Bornhard said slowly. As a gray-feathered species, they once had their own sacred sun.

"What about us?" Lindsay couldn't help but speak.

"According to past practice, 99% of other races on this planet will die, and the few outstanding individuals left will become the collection and observation objects of the dark sun."

"Is that so..." Hearing this, Lindsay felt something stuck in his chest, and he didn't know what to say.

He lowered his head and looked at the city and streets behind him. At this time, many people were crawling on the ground, kneeling down facing the golden vortex in the sky, praying for pardon in the upcoming final judgment.

There were many people like this, not only poor ordinary people, but even some powerful extraordinary people, who were standing there in fear at this moment, their legs trembling, and losing their fighting spirit.

More and more people sensed and saw the golden vortex at the top of the sky, and felt hesitant and uneasy about the ever-expanding momentum.

Is everything over like this? Lindsay felt very sorry. He had seen some hope in the girl, but he didn't expect the ending to come so suddenly, which caught everyone by surprise.

Just as he was leaning on his wooden stick and preparing to walk down the wall to look through the books left by his teacher to find a solution, someone shouted on the street.

"Look, look over there!"

Following his shout and the direction of his finger, many people turned their eyes, and Lindsay also stopped and turned back to look up.

A dazzling star rose in the dark sky, emitting silver ripples that were no less powerful than the golden vortex. The brilliant light shone and spread to the entire planet.

Underground,

in the cage,

and in the dim room,

figures with snow-white moth wings opened their eyes. Their bodies gradually floated up, and a silver halo like flowing water passed through their small bodies, healing the scars of varying sizes on their bodies.

Then the silver halo protected these fragile little figures, breaking free from the shackles and cages, breaking out of all kinds of restraints, and flying into the sky.

One after another, tiny silkworm moth species rose from the earth, and their eyebrows radiated silver moonlight, dotted with stars, dotted the black sky.

In the settlements and tribes on the earth, countless people watched this scene in amazement. These silkworm moth species opened their eyes, gently waved their wings with silver haloes, and bits of broken light floated down in the sky, and then clear voices rang in the minds and consciousness of all life on this planet.

Just like the silver star swaying in the dark night,

dragging the last hope and rising slowly,

it is the last tenderness,

the kindness that never gives up,

telling the story of the midsummer when birds can fly under the warm shade of the trees

(End of this chapter)