Chapter 41 His Heart The Sky Is Free
Under the setting sun, blazing flames raged, and the elves' arrows were as dense as flying insects, flying towards the humans on the other side of the battlefield at incredible speeds.
The human soldiers pushed their shields forward fiercely, their roars resounding through the sky.
The earth trembled and blood flowed everywhere.
The elves decisively dropped their bows and arrows, drew their swords in the smoke, ran quickly to face the humans, jumped up, and actually chopped off the shields, including the soldiers behind them.
Wailing sounds rang out one after another, and the blood-stained soldiers made their final struggle. The elves' swords pierced through their flesh, picked up corpses, and cut off the enemy's flags. It was a one-sided massacre.
Suddenly, heavy rain poured down, thunder rumbled, and a blue behemoth descended, pushing the soil and elves with its sharp claws.
Vifiya pursed her lips and looked at everything in front of her quietly. This was what the empire recorded: God sent Buma Lingdalie to help humans build an empire.
She was not surprised by the outcome of the battle. With the dragons joining in, humans could not lose.
Before her vision completely darkened, she seemed to hear the elf's angry voice: "Elves are the race you named! Why are you helping humans? Why? Answer me! Valega!"
Darkness kissed Vifiya's eyes, and she saw scenes in them.
The mermaid's tail was cut off by a human magician. She gritted her teeth and crawled towards the sea bit by bit. The blood on the mudflat was like her bloody fish tail, and she could never touch the ocean again.
On the wasteland, densely packed bones were piled up in piles, making it impossible to tell who was who.
The fairy's wings were broken and she was no longer breathing. Her eyes were looking towards the sky.
The dwarf stared blankly at the human soldier at his feet, whose original face he could not see. He ignored his broken left hand, clenched his weapon tightly with his calloused right hand, and left without hesitation, without looking back.
The chain golem cut the last human in half and followed its master's orders to go to the river to clean the blood. The demons looked at it blankly, it was impossible to wash it clean.
No one's homeland was spared, and no one's compatriots were not integrated into the land.
They are sworn enemies, they are dead wood and dead ashes, they are enemies.
Vifiya turned away, unable to bear to watch any longer. How could she describe all this? Impermanence? Or regret and sorrow? Death was too familiar to her. She had even grown accustomed to it, used to opening her eyes to the familiar scene. But they were different. They only had one chance.
But even so, if they were given another chance, their choice might not change, just like hers.
Similarly, not every restart is meaningful.
The scene in front of my eyes was mottled, and then gradually became clear.
It was humans celebrating another victory. The human girl presented a wreath to the dragon, and the dragon lowered its proud head.
Humans found the most expensive gem and held it in front of the dragon with both hands.
They are laughing.
But Vifia felt an inexplicable sadness. She heard the dragon's voice: "Thesmera, things will get better, right? All races will be fine, right?"
Before her sorrow completely dissipated, she saw humans win the war, and dragons taught them the concept of empire, its foundations and systems, and how to build houses.
Human beings are smiling, they have found a home that truly belongs to them, everything is moving in a good direction, and everything is so quiet and peaceful.
But Vifiya knew that soon, on the eve of the establishment of the empire, the dragon would go mad.
He loves this world so much, and loves the human beings favored by the goddess Lehomie. What could cause him to lose control?
Perhaps because she was a bystander, or perhaps because she could do nothing, she clearly saw the human leaders gathering together in the middle of the night, whispering to each other with ill intentions.
Just before the establishment of the empire, the human leader ordered his men to present a black gem to the dragon to thank him for everything he had done for mankind, and the dragon did not refuse.
Then, the dragon lost control, out of nowhere. He killed the humans who came to offer gifts, destroyed the castle they built for him, his wings swept down the humans' houses, and his claws stretched out towards the humans.
The magician came, but how could human magic compare to that of a dragon?
They fell to the ground and fell asleep forever.
Vephia heard the dragon's voice again. It seemed to be crying, "No...no...no! No! No! No! No! No! No!"
He was stained with human blood.
He tried his best to fly away from here, but he was overwhelmed and fell to the ground. His bright scales were no longer hard, and the dragon was bleeding golden blood. He was unable to fly.
The humans arrived.
She heard Him say, "No! Stay away from me! I will kill you!"
The human still stepped forward, but unlike what he had imagined, the magicians' magic imprisoned him and the soldiers' weapons were pointed at him.
He suppressed the brutality and bloodlust in his heart until he saw this scene clearly. He seemed to stop, and a magician took out the same black gem.
The black gem sank into the dragon's body. Before it became completely silent, Vephia heard a faint voice: "Thes..."
The human leader appeared with a sword, climbed onto the dragon's body, and stabbed it hard in the glowing place in the middle of the dragon's neck. Golden blood splashed all over his face.
He cut out the dragon's heart, and the golden runes on the surface of the heart were faintly visible. It was the dragon's heart that Vifiya saw for the first time.
Then, the magicians, however they did it, divided His heart into three parts.
Then they cut off the dragon's wings.
Vifiya looked at the dragon that had lost its wings, and what she was thinking was, how can it fly into the sky?
Golden blood covered the ground, and the orange sunset shone equally on everyone's face.
She saw that every one of them was laughing.
She looked at all this in astonishment, even feeling terrified. Every one of their faces made her feel sick.
This was a carefully planned and grand dragon-slaying ceremony.
Humanity has betrayed Him.
His body was hidden underground, and his three hearts were also hidden in three places underground.
Vifiya was very familiar with that place. In the future, Lachigo's famous building would be built on it, and that was the Holy See.
For some reason, she suddenly felt like laughing, really wanted to laugh out loud. Was this the story God wanted to show her? It was too absurd, absolutely ridiculous!
The dragon may have done something wrong to other races in this world, but the only thing he has never done wrong is humans.
Only humans have no right to accuse Him.
But humans killed Him.
Killed by the human he trusted most.
Vifiya took a deep breath. What a great show!
She waited to return to reality, thinking the dragon's story would end with the dragon's death.
A blazing white light descended, and she couldn't help but close her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw a dragon, no, to be more precise, a dragon in human form.
The girl sat there in the endless desert. It was so quiet here that Vifiya thought she could hear her own tinnitus.
He did not move. Even Vifiya did not know how long He sat there. Just when she thought He would sit like this forever, the girl stretched out her hand in front of the sand, and a golden light suddenly appeared, but the color was much lighter than before.
A touch of green took root, sprouted, and bloomed into small flowers.
Vephia had seen this kind of flower; it was the same flower that grew in His field on the day He was born.
The girl lowered her eyes and looked at the flowers, as if she was talking to herself, or as if she was asking, "Human, why do you do this?"
Vifia's eyes widened slightly. What did that mean? Was this the world after the dragon died?
His blue pupils seemed to have lost their luster. "Humanity should have established an empire by now. I was planning to return to see Thesmera once the empire was established."
He raised his head, and Vifiya followed his gaze, and all she saw was pitch black. That was not the sky.
"So ugly." She heard His unwavering disdain. "How could humans lock me up in a place like this?"
He looked at the magic in his palm, which was no longer as bright as before: "I haven't seen Thesmera for a long time."
The golden light in his hand scattered, disappeared into the desert, and disappeared into the darkness above his head, like a shooting star.
The desert blooms with colorful flowers, and the false sky is blue with white clouds.
Everything was just like the beautiful field that Vephia saw on the day He was first born.
When I saw Long again, there were two bouquets of flowers beside him, and he was still making garlands carefully in his hands.
The third time I saw the dragon, there was no bouquet of flowers or halo. He was concentrating on using magic, as if he was carving something, but his face suddenly turned pale, his hands trembled, and he had to stop.
The fourth time I saw the dragon, the things he carved gradually took shape, and the sky didn't seem as bright as before.
The fifth time he saw the dragon, he was holding the statue. It was the first time Vephia saw her smile in this place, but it was bitter. He said, "Thesmera, I miss you so much."
The sixth time he saw the dragon, the flowers in the "field" were gradually withering. He was making a small wreath, but his hands were shaking, and the delicate flowers fell to the ground. He was silent for a long time, and when he controlled his shaking hands to pick them up, he was about to continue the previous action, but the flowers fell again. The cycle repeated. Finally, he stopped, turned his head, and gently said to the statue beside him: "I'm sorry, Thesmera, I can't even make you a wreath now."
The seventh time she saw the dragon, he fell in a pool of blood and struggled to get up. Vifiya was startled and subconsciously stretched out her hand, but it went through his body. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she maintained that posture without moving, as if this could help him up.
In her peripheral vision, all the flowers on the ground had withered, leaving only the golden flowers in the pool of blood still beautiful. Vifiya opened her mouth in a daze, then closed it again.
He slowly stood up, his eyes numb, yet he gently wiped the blood from the petals and spoke weakly, "Thesmera, I really can't get out."
At this moment, Vifiya was completely certain that the dragon did not know that it had been killed by humans.
He simply thought that he was trapped in this small world.
The eighth time she saw the dragon, Vifiya stood there motionless. She was not in the right state.
He stared blankly at the statue, his blue pupils fixed on the hem of the statue's skirt. He gently stroked the uneven surface and smiled brightly, "So, your name is Thesmera."
His face was full of confusion: "So, Thesmera, do you know who I am?"
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