The final chapter of the enduring myth
Year 22 of the New Calendar, Elysion.
It has been more than 20 years since the great disaster, and the grievances and twists and turns of the past have almost faded and disappeared in people's minds. Elysien, which was once a new country, has now expanded into a great country.
The growth of Elytheon is not only because it has the blessing of the first and second weapons, nor is it only because it has a silver dragon guardian, or because the king who rules it is a woman who once made a world-class wave - the more important reason is that 19 years ago, this country gave birth to an extremely outstanding prince.
He had learned to read before he could walk. When other children were still playing in the mud, he had already stretched out his little hand calmly towards the dagger at the waist of Glenshe who was holding him.
He was a master of everything he learned, possessing a sophisticated, reserved, and calm personality, even surpassing his mother's ruthlessness. From childhood to adulthood, he rarely showed any signs of childishness. Queen Yashu of the Wasteland, unlike her subjects, was not as pleased about this. Instead, she harbored a deep concern—varying talents were a good thing, but having all of them exceptionally gifted was a bit strange.
It was not until much later, when she discovered that her son had accidentally used the red Protoss Cannon while killing the enemy, that she finally felt relieved.
It turned out that the consciousness of the Red Spirit Turret left her body in this way.
It was a very ordinary day, but many people gathered in the Queen's study in Elysien, and the most important ceremony was taking place in the room.
A small cube made up of photons was being summoned out of Beichen's body and then slowly transferred into the body of the young man standing opposite her.
The young man had the same black hair as his mother Beichen, but his eyes were dark gray with a hint of red. His sword-like eyebrows, wolf eyes and tall nose were very similar to Gu Yinyue. He was over 1.8 meters tall, with strong and even bones. Under a full set of black light armor, he had a strong and beautiful body curve like a black panther. His long bangs were combed back, revealing a neat forehead, which made his originally slightly delicate face more domineering. He pursed his thin lips and looked a little abstinent like his father.
Judging from their appearance and aura, he and Beichen are more like brother and sister.
"Yes, it's true. Anyone who carries on the bloodline of a Qualified Person is also very likely to be a Qualified Person. The Red Box has no rejection reaction at all. Then, Aeon, I entrust the Red Box to you."
The Red Cone was transferred into Glenshe's body not long after they got married in the second year of the new calendar. Now the Red Box has been handed over to her son. Now, she has completely cut off ties with the red star spiritual power.
"Since you gave me the Red Box, why not give me the throne as well?"
Ian Tuling, also known as Gu Tianyue, the only son of Queen Yaxiu and the Crown Prince of Elysion, put the red box into his body, moved his wrist, then raised his eyebrows and said so with a faint smile.
"Ion."
Gu Yinyue growled at the side, but Ain didn't care.
"Mother's qualifications as a king are truly unacceptable. In the past few years as Crown Prince, my achievements have surpassed yours, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Beichen didn't get angry. He just smiled and reached out to touch the young man's cheek. "I'm just a mediocre person. Even if I try my best, I can't achieve results as good as a genius like you."
"It's all right now."
Ain, who was still saying outrageous words just now, lowered his head, reached out with gentle eyes, and gently hugged Beichen.
"I'm ready. I'm sorry it took four years longer than expected. I originally planned to seize the throne from my mother when I was fifteen."
"Oh? You're only fifteen and you already have such big ambitions?"
"Because it's really stupid of you to frown every day over trivial matters."
“…”
"So mother, you should just do what you are good at and what you want to do."
"...what I'm good at and what I want to do..."
Although Beichen's smile was filled with longing, there was also some worry.
"Well, isn't sleeping with those stupid men your best skill? Go ahead, now you can do whatever you want regardless of time or place."
"...What on earth do you think of me, Tianyue?"
"...So you're using your stomach ache as an excuse to hide in the bathroom and play on Feinheim's computer?"
“…”
"I see. I was wondering why you always have stomach problems. Great, Beichen. You're taking our concerns for granted, aren't you?"
Xifeng sneered on the side.
"But...but every day besides politics, I'm dragged away by you guys...cough cough cough! I haven't read comics or played games in a long time!"
Looking at Beichen arguing with a slightly red face, Ain twisted his eyebrows with his hands, with a look of contempt on his face, as if saying "Is my mother really the queen?" and "Are you really my mother?"
"Alright, alright. If I keep exposing my mother's shortcomings, we'll have a year to tell her all. Let's stop here."
As Ai En spoke, he walked up to Gu Yinyue and also reached out to hug the man who was about the same height as him.
"Father, even if you go out, don't neglect those things. I still want a brother or sister for me to ravage. Now that there is no burden, mother can continue to have children, right?"
"How can you be a brother like this?"
Gu Yinyue patted his shoulder in amusement. ―Where did this kid's S cells come from? West Wind?
Ai En continued his rebellious words: "I will have someone take over your martial arts school. Anyway, there are branches everywhere now. You can supervise and see if there are any management and system problems while you travel."
"Of course."
Gu Yinyue nodded with confidence.
Upon hearing this, Ai En rubbed his chin against his father's shoulder, let go of Gu Yinyue, and walked over to Xiang Ying and Ya Ye.
"Aying and Daddy, don't you have any farewell gifts for me?"
"You idiot! You've taken your father's martial arts gym and your mother's Red Box. What else do you want? ... And how many times have I told you, you little bastard, don't call me Nanny!" Yaye bared his fangs and glared fiercely, stroking the hair on Ain's head. "Didn't you take over the army of the Fallen Darklings a long time ago?"
"I don't care." Ai En raised his eyebrows and said coquettishly with a domineering look, "I won't let you go unless you leave something behind."
"He's really getting better at taking advantage of others. Has he been corrupted by hanging around Lahan all day?"
"No way! I'm in trouble if this guy shows up near me!" Lahan complained aggrievedly, "Hey, if you guys are leaving, take me with you. I want to retire too!"
"How can this be, Mr. Lahan? You are an important official of Elysion. And you don't look old at all, so why are you talking about retirement? You can fight for another hundred years without any problem."
"Your mom and dad are way more exaggerated than me when it comes to looking younger, right?! And I took that pill with red star power because I wanted to live longer, not so I could exploit you more!"
“…Aren’t these two the same?”
As soon as Ain narrowed his eyes, Lahan shrank like a deflated balloon.
"Okay, stop picking on idiots." Yaye waved his hand to call Ain's attention back. "Don't accuse me of abusing my own son later. Take it."
After saying that, he handed over a pendant with large red and gold crystals hanging on it.
"This is the spirit crystal 'Blood Eye'. It's a specialty of the Darkfallen. ... It contains the blood of all of us. If you want to talk to us, you can use this pendant to communicate with us through your mind—but only once a day."
"nice one."
Ain took the chain and hung it directly around his neck, and put it into his clothes, but he said some very annoying words.
"Don't worry, I will choose the most subtle time to harass Mother and you every day."
“…”
A vein on Yaye's forehead jumped.
"What about Aying?"
Although Ai En was a bit rude in addressing the men other than Gu Yinyue, and his attitude was more like that of brothers, he treated them all as father and son to the outside world. There was no difference in attitude between them compared to his biological father, Gu Yinyue.
"It's been prepared for a long time."
Xiang Ying took out a set of small swords with gorgeous patterns and beautiful transparent blades from the storage space.
"This is a great thing we've been working on for almost a year. It will float around you, forming a protective net that will automatically defend against attacks from any angle. Furthermore, your actions can be completely controlled by your thoughts. It uses the popular blood-drip recognition method, and once the user is identified, they can't be changed."
Xiang Ying stopped talking halfway, then touched his nose a little embarrassedly.
"The only problem is... if your mother is nearby, they'll prioritize protecting her... That's weird, I didn't even include this feature when I made it."
"It's okay. This is the instinct within your star power. I think it's better to have this function."
Ian patted Xiangying's shoulder and put the set of floating swords into his storage space.
"Thanks, Ying, I like it very much."
"Like, like it? That's good!" Xiang Ying's expression brightened. "Then... could you please stop bullying your mother in the future?"
“…”
Ain glanced at Beichen with an expression that said, "Can you be more incompetent than asking your husband to beg for this kind of favor?" Beichen suddenly felt very sad and curled up to point at her fingers.
"Are we next?"
Heihuo and Sujie came out, one on the left and one on the right, one hooked his shoulder and the other touched his head.
"Look, it took me a long time to write." Su Jie smiled and handed over a book that looked like it was written by hand. "Over the years, my brother and I have done a lot of research on the abilities and training methods of war machines after breaking through the level limit. The conclusions are all written here. You can use the methods in it to train war machines in the future. Anyway, the technology for breaking through the level limit is mature. If you are interested, go build the strongest army in Senagard."
"Oh? I didn't realize you guys could actually sit down and write a book?"
Ian raised the corner of his mouth in amusement, and punched each of the twins like brothers - these two guys were the ones who accompanied him to play around the most, and they were more casual with each other.
"Don't say that," Black Harm shook his finger. "Even though we seem to be idle, we've actually produced quite a bit of work in the past two years—including your mother's biography and photo collection, which we haven't even planned to publish yet. Would you like to invest? We'll take 70% and you'll take 30%!"
"If there's something embarrassing about your mother in it, you might consider it."
"Yes, yes! Like claiming to be asexual at a party, or exposing your breast size in front of a bunch of people!"
"Oh, that's good. Did she get drunk and confess to a stranger?"
"No, but there was the night she went on a drunken rampage and swept through the Star Disaster."
“…Well, it’s worth investing in.”
"Right, right!"
"How badly do you want to expose my embarrassing deeds?"
Beichen was furious.
"By the way, if there are swimsuits in the photo album, remember to leave me a few deluxe editions."
"...What's the point of looking at your own mother's swimsuit..."
"Don't say that, mother." Ai En turned his head and raised an eyebrow. "Although being a king is terrible, being a woman is not bad. At least you look like a beautiful girl with a pure face and a good figure."
"Actually, when I first met Little Loach, she was still A." Black Disaster grinned.
"A Oh...A Oh Oh Oh!? It's completely different from the current D!" Su Jie also raised his hands and made an obscene gesture.
“…”
So Beichen's face turned even greener.
Ain messed around with the twins for a while, and Xifeng, his patience exhausted, snorted and walked forward.
"It's my turn now."
"Oh, Daddy Zephyr." Ian leaned close to Zephyr's ear and whispered affectionately - although he said whisper, his voice was actually so loud that everyone could hear it.
"A new method of execution was just invented a few days ago. The results are still in the execution room. Dad, don't forget to check it out before you leave and give me some guidance."
"No problem. If you have any new inspiration, you can contact me through Yaye's spirit crystal."
"Dad, the same thing."
"Hmph. You're quite the charmer, you're just like your mother. The gift is already in your room. Remember to keep it. Your future consort will kill herself if she sees it. It's best to take it out when she's not paying attention."
"Understood."
The foster father and son were having a creepy conversation, both of them showing satisfied smiles while talking, which made everyone around them tremble with fear.
The last ones left were Atlas and Agard.
"Ion. Look."
With a slightly flattering tone, Atlas briskly wagged his tail and handed a large blue ball to Ian.
"This is an artificial Protoss core. Humanoid Moon Envoy level."
"Oh?" Ian took the Protoss Core with interest. "How do I use it?"
"The Humanoid Moon Envoy is the highest level, and therefore can command all of its kind within a region, including the Disaster Emperor. If something dangerous happens during the Star Disaster Night, or if—"
Atlas tilted his head halfway through his speech, as if he didn't know how to continue.
"Or is there something that is inconvenient for the army to do, and can be done with the help of the Moon Envoy?"
Ian narrowed his eyes and smiled evilly.
"Uh-huh."
Atlas cocked his tail and nodded.
"However, after using it once, you must attach it to a metal weapon and kill a prostrate Moon User to replenish the star power before you can use it a second time."
"I see. Another good thing. Thanks, Tails."
"It's not Tails, it's Daddy."
"If you want me to call you daddy, then stretch out your tail so I can touch it. I haven't been able to touch it once in all these years."
"No, only Beichen can touch my tail."
"Then I'll call you Tail."
"Yes, Daddy." Atlas' tail drooped down aggrievedly. "Call me Daddy. ... I want to be a Daddy."
“…”
"Scream."
Someone leaned over and started acting coquettishly with a paralyzed face.
"...Okay." Ian rubbed his brow again, "...Dad."
"Yeah." Then the tail started snapping again. "Now I'm Li Gang."
“…”
Why does the son seem more mature than the father?
After calming Atlas down, Ian turned to look at Yagad.
"Dad Long, in your case, it's the Night Cavalry and the underground research base."
"No problem, but please don't misuse the technology from those research bases."
"Hey?" Ian tilted his head and looked at Yagad with amusement. "You, a straight-line loyal dog with no sense of good or evil, would say something like that."
"This is not my request, but your mother's wish."
"...As expected, after all this twists and turns, I've finally come back to my mother."
"Loyal dog is a good word, but my current species is a dragon. Or rather, a transformed weapon."
"...loyalty?"
“…Hmm.”
Although the meaning was correct, this awkward name made Agard tilt his head expressionlessly and with some confusion.
"Okay, I promise I won't use it recklessly. ...But when it's time to use it, I won't be soft-hearted either."
When Ain said this, his eyes were fixed on Beichen, and Beichen looked back at him with an affirmative expression and nodded slightly.
──Just go ahead and do it. Since he is my son, I trust your sense of propriety.
Ain's tightly pursed lips curled up slightly, and he let Yagad put the big hand on his head.
"So, what about the three idiots under Father? Don't you have any farewell gifts for me?"
"It's the idiot duo and a star weapon, right?" Xiaxue raised her head in dissatisfaction. "There is a gift, a Great Spiritual Martial Union operating license, that's enough."
"No, no, it's the star weapon duo and a fool." Naraka curled his lips in dissatisfaction. "Of course there are gifts. 1,000 'Chaining Heavenly Desolation' attack crystals against the army. It's enough for you to defend the city for half a month when you are out of ammunition and food."
"Anyway, I'm an idiot, right? So I might as well just accept the title of the Idiot Trio as the official name. At least I can drag you two into this mess with me." Longyun twitched his lips sadly. "Sorry, I'm just an idiot anyway, so my gift isn't as fancy as everyone else's. It's just the complete collection of pigtails, collected from Darkseid informants in taverns all over the place over the past few years."
Ai En's eyes lit up, and he walked up to each of the three and gave them a friendly high five.
"Lingwu Division Union, a big deal, chaining 1,000 Tianhuang, enough to slaughter a country. The complete collection of pigtails... Don't say this is useless, with pigtails of important people from various countries... hehehehehehe..."
Aien held the booklet handed over by Longyun and smiled sinisterly, which made Beichen shudder.
...Why are you laughing so devilishly? Are you really my son!?
After laughing enough, Ain put away his somewhat perverted and sinister expression and replaced it with a calm, restrained and serious look that was somewhat similar to Gu Yinyue's.
"Leave this to me. You can go wherever you want without worry. Come back whenever you feel tired. I will prepare this country for its best condition to welcome you."
Beichen and the others exchanged glances, and then looked at Ain with a mixture of relief and reluctance.
"You have worked so hard for so many years and have laid the perfect breeding ground for me and the people. So now is our time, and you are free."
The Crown Prince of Elysion—no, the future King—spoke in a serious tone.
"Mother, father, dad, old man... go ahead, you are free now, enjoy yourself to your heart's content. The only thing you must not forget is that this will always be our final home."
"Um."
"certainly."
“…I won’t forget.”
The responding voices sounded at the same time - and then the room fell silent again, until a few minutes later, Beichen spoke with a trembling voice.
"Then, let's go."
"Have a safe trip, I love you all."
The Queen of Elysion and her sons-in-law disappeared outside the door.
And from the moment the door closed, the warm expression on the new king Ain's face when he said "I love you" was instantly retracted, replaced by a cold, sharp, steel-like aura.
"Lahan, popularize the new military regulations I've prepared within six months."
"yes."
The warrior with ghost eyes half-knelt down with an expressionless face.
"Xiao Ping, go and plan the arrangements for the coronation ceremony. Find a Spiritual Warrior with a body shape that closely resembles Mother, and use the Transformed Spirit Crystal to impersonate Mother and perform the coronation ceremony."
"No problem." The beautiful whip warrior smiled faintly and nodded.
"Shuwang, Qiushuo, begin preparations for the selection of the princess."
The two beautiful twin warriors standing by the wall, who looked similar but one was dressed in red and the other in blue, nodded expressionlessly.
Then Ain suddenly crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows and smiled faintly at the few people left in the room.
"Do you think I'm moving too fast?"
"No, I'm used to it." Xiao Ping shrugged. "I have no objection to anything else, but isn't it too early to choose a princess? You're only nineteen, and you haven't even had much of a relationship, right?"
"The King does not need love."
Ainn said this with absolute certainty.
"Mother left behind too many problems. Once she's gone, all of Elytheon's protective auras will vanish, including the First and Second War Weapons and the Starkiller Dragon—so I must quickly patch up the gaps that existed when she was here. As for the princess, Mother has always refused marriages, and this has invisibly offended many countries. I must redeem these favors as soon as possible. After all, Elytheon is still quite powerful now, so the woman they send over won't be too bad. She can always be a bed warmer."
"Beichen would be very sad if he knew you had such thoughts." Lahan frowned seriously.
"No, I don't think there's anything wrong with it. From childhood to adulthood, I've enjoyed many times more luck and happiness than the average person, so the fact that I can't experience the feeling of love is no longer a big deal. Besides, after witnessing the interactions between my mother and her idiotic husbands, I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to fall in love with another woman. After all, my mother has set the bar too high for me."
“…”
"I'm excited about everything in the future. I want to expand and consolidate the legacy my mother left me. I want to try to make Elytheon a true utopia. So, I don't have time to care about love affairs. ... Perhaps I was born into this world just to become king."
Xiao Ping just kept silent and nodded.
...After all, he is also the dependent of the Red Spirit Turret's consciousness. Being able to love his parents so deeply may have exhausted all his personal emotions.
In any case, from the perspective of his subordinates, he is indeed a good boss who is no less than Beichen. The fact that he and Lahan are willing to stay in the absence of Beichen is a good proof of this.
So, just as he said, let's build this place into a real utopia and wait for their return.
In January of the 23rd year of the new calendar, Elysion held a crowning ceremony for the new king.
In a grand open-air event, the legendary Queen Yashu officially stepped down from the political stage, handing over her position to the feared rising star, Ain Tuling.
This was a man who couldn't be described in a single word—if I had to choose one, I'd probably just say he was "terrifying."
He has the same gentleness and strength as his mother, and the same endurance and willpower as Xiang Ying.
When he was active, he was as active as the Black Plague, and when he was cruel, he was even more cruel than the west wind in the torture chamber.
When he smiled, he was as heroic and charming as Yaye, but when he frowned, he was as intimidating as Gu Yinyue without being angry.
He treats his relatives as honestly and lovingly as Atlas, but treats his enemies as cruelly as Agard.
It was as if he had absorbed all the characteristics of important people and imprinted them in his heart. From him, one can see the shadows of many people, and these characteristics are now perfectly combined and appear in the same person, giving him an elusive mysterious color.
He established lenient laws for Elysion, with a very low bottom line. However, once someone crossed the line, the offender would be subjected to an unimaginable and horrific death penalty, with absolutely no room for maneuver.
He married twelve princesses, treated them all with tenderness equally, and won the infatuated love of all twelve women. He thereby attracted the support of the twelve forces behind them, and secretly instigated those forces to compete and weaken each other, while he himself reaped the benefits.
He has seven contracted weapons: the twin longswords Shuwang and Qiushuo, the night-breaking staff Ranxiang, the spear Zangmie, the sound-breaking axe Mira, the sky-hunting sickle Ziyu, and the magic crossbow Yaoyi—no matter which one he takes out, it is a unique combat force.
As soon as he ascended the throne, he carried out drastic upgrades to the administrative system. He introduced the parliamentary system from Feinheim and improved it, and then established many new institutions that people had never heard of, greatly facilitating people's lives.
He can be praising your merits one moment and throwing you into dungeon without mercy the next because you broke the law. He will also listen to and absorb the unconventional opinions of some treacherous ministers, and demote some honest officials because their way of thinking is too inflexible.
Just half a year after he ascended the throne, he was given the title that made the world both happy and afraid - "Ghost King".
Everyone knows that Elysion has developed with his terrifying momentum, but few people know that the reason why this man called the Ghost King is so selfless in his dedication to state affairs is actually just to create the most comfortable "home" for the person in his heart.
September of the 23rd year of the new calendar, the study in the Heyang Kingdom’s palace.
"Ah, it's you! It's been a while—you look the same."
Rui smiled and walked towards the person outside the door, while Redis stood up from the desk, walked to the wine cabinet on the side, poured some wine, and placed it on the table to entertain the visitor:
"Elysion has been doing well lately. It seems like you should finally relax and enjoy yourselves, right? Us?... Isn't that what we are doing? We have taken the pills you sent us, but... well, I still have some feelings for those wives. It's hard to see them getting old while I still look young, so I stopped last year."
"Wish we could stay with you a little longer?" Rui smiled gently. "Yes, I understand. However, my brother and I will leave you sooner or later. When that time comes, just leave us a place in your memory."
Someone said something in a firm voice.
"...Is that so? Well, that's good. We, too, will never forget you until we die."
"Rui, don't speak for me. Instead of being reluctant to leave now, why not make the most of our time to come to Heyang more often? Oh, and we're planning to invest in a new scenic spot soon. Are you interested in contributing?"
“…”
November of the 23rd year of the new calendar, in the banquet hall of the Royal Palace of the Principality of Silvia.
Galina was holding a wine glass and talking to some nobles, but Luo Hou tapped her shoulder lightly and pointed in a certain direction. Then her face lit up with joy, and she hurriedly said goodbye to those nobles and walked quickly in a certain direction.
"It's you guys!! You finally have time to have some fun? Congratulations—me? On my side... well, Sol is only eleven, so I still have a few years to unload the burden. ...Huh? The question of who will take care of my son? Hahaha, of course it's Sylvia. If Filello comes to snatch her away, I'll just sit out in silence at the Sazam Palace!"
Luo Hou stood behind her and nodded repeatedly.
"So, what are your plans next? If you have time, why not stay here for a while? I can't say much about other things here, but the scenery is absolutely stunning. Didn't you hold an art exhibition before? Why not gather some inspiration here? I also have a lot of questions about statecraft that I'd like to ask you."
Someone answered with a smile.
"Really? That's great! Thor will definitely be very happy! Wait a minute, I'll go get the child right away!"
On the 15th day of the 23rd year of the new calendar, in a royal resort villa in Arcadia.
"How's it going? Our hot springs here are great, right?"
Lingdiel drank his wine leisurely and asked the other person who was soaking in the hot spring.
"This is a pure natural medicinal spring. Not only does it relieve fatigue and improve your complexion, it's also said to enhance your body's ability to repair itself and help you maintain your figure. It's the only place like this, and today I'm the first person other than myself to enter."
The other person tilted his head and answered with a few words.
"Hahaha, that's quite thoughtful! Well, I'm interested in this proposal and will consider it—Okay, okay, it's a rare vacation where I don't talk about state affairs... Huh? My matter with Xuanming and Aaron? Isn't that the case? It's been dragged on. Although the life-sharing contract is signed, I've been stuck in a stalemate since they haven't expressed their opinions. I have a lot of sons, but none of them are as powerful as you. I'm really envious and jealous."
So the other party teased again.
"...Eh? Wait, wait, how did you know about Kaga? I clearly...this isn't a secret lover! I told Xuanming and Aaron! How dare you, you damned woman, make fun of me, the Queen of the Netherworld! Look at my ultimate move! The Netherworld Claw! I'll tickle you to death!"
The two women's clear laughter gradually drifted away in the mist of the open-air spring.
January of the 24th year of the new calendar, the headquarters of Youyu's underground chamber of commerce "Jiugui".
"This is truly a distinguished guest."
Facing a room full of guests, Su Mo smiled and told the servants to prepare dinner immediately.
"Looks like you're finally willing to relax. You've been looking pretty good lately, especially you, my dear, lonely, middle school student, Poison Moon. As twin satellites guarding Senagard for so many years, isn't it time for us to recognize each other as brothers? Eh, is this a bit corny?"
Someone said a few words hatefully in a voice that pretended to be calm.
"Okay, let's change the subject... Huh? As for me, I'm tired of being the Dark Emperor, so I chose a good candidate to be the new king. Don't you know? Now I'm just an ordinary businessman doing business honestly... Going with you? It sounds tempting, but my subordinates... well, I'm still a little worried. Let's wait a few years. ... Hey, how many times have I told you not to lift my mask!!"
A burst of laughter rang out.
"Hmph... Come to think of it, you two seem to have a pretty good relationship. So, you wouldn't mind having one more person? My Yizhi is still devoted to me—hey, wait, don't leave? If you don't want Yizhi, I have someone else to give you! Okay, let me tell you something interesting—have you heard any rumors about Wanzu lately?"
Someone asked doubtfully.
"Hehe... Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that in many places, those who spoke ill of Elysion were beaten into pig heads by branches of the Protoss Mineral that emerged from the ground. So people started saying that the New Ancestors were born because of the Witch, so they're extremely protective of him."
The room fell silent, and then Su Mo spoke softly.
"...I know you might not like it...but even if it's just once a year...sometimes, go over there and take a look."
In May of the 24th year of the new calendar, a group of special people arrived at the War Weapon Tomb in the Wilvis area of the Heyang Kingdom.
The one leading the group was a woman with long black hair, wearing white combat gear and a fresh and pretty face. It was none other than Xiang Beichen, who had disappeared from the public eye for a long time.
"Ah... After not seeing him for so many years, He Yang's War Weapon Tomb has become so presentable."
Beichen said this, looking around with a hint of amazement - due to the rising status of weapons, the weapon tombs have now become places somewhat similar to human cemeteries.
"Is this the place where you and Xiang Ying met?"
Xifeng looked around and snorted.
"What a humble encounter! It must be your fate to meet here."
Xiang Ying nodded with emotion:
"They found me among the corpses of so many weapons and accepted me... Perhaps they are the only ones in this world who can do that. My luck is truly incredible."
"Yeah, it's much better than me, a guy with negative luck." Xiaxue muttered with a twitching mouth.
"Well, since this is where it all started..."
Beichen said this and stretched lazily in the wind.
"Then let's start our journey again from here."
"Well, Beichen has to meet me first this time."
Atlas raised his hand.
“…Uh, we met together this time. Anyway!”
Beichen clenched his fists excitedly and looked at the people in front of him.
"Senagarde is too big. Even if we participate in the Wanzu Reconstruction Project and uncover the mysteries of ten thousand years ago, there are still all kinds of unknowns in this world, countless lands that no one has set foot on, and countless mysteries that have not been discovered... and now, we have enough time to enjoy them."
"Well," Gu Yinyue interjected, "and besides, we haven't visited nearly 70% of the countries there, and there are countless towns, interesting customs, scenery, martial arts, and arts that we haven't experienced yet."
"By the way, we can solve and observe some problems along the way," Yaye said excitedly. "The disaster is over, so the remaining problems that have been lurking for a long time are gradually emerging. There is the conflict between the new unrestrained war weapons and the old modified war weapons, the awkward position of mankind between the two types of war weapons, and the signs that some people are beginning to think about the Fushen Yue and are eyeing Wanzu covetously. Although we no longer need to bear the brunt of the situation, it is fun to be a passing hero every now and then, right?"
"I agree!" Black Fire smiled and raised his hand. "Actually, I've long envied Yaye's rumored dashing image. Let's also become that kind of black hero, bro!!... Hmm, what cool name should we give our group?"
"'Black Disaster Su Jie, Little Loach and the others?' - Puff!" Su Jie had just opened his mouth when he was hit on the back of his head by the butt of Xifeng's gun.
"Don't be so naive at your age. I think it would be better to call you 'The Sin Squad'."
"Wait a minute, that doesn't look like the right name for a black hero organization, does it?!" Beichen laughed dryly, "If you don't want to cultivate yourself, then don't cultivate yourself. Isn't it said that even if the body ages, the mind should always remain vibrant? Since our bodies aren't even old yet, why not continue to act wild while we can, hehehe—"
"Yes, Master is right!" Xiang Ying began to obey blindly again. "'The Wild Goddess'—it sounds quite bold. How about calling it that? The name of the organization?"
"...That's the name of the Pervert Association, right?"
"In my opinion, it's more intuitive. A harem of 'Ash Tuling' would be fine." Yagard gave a powerful answer without changing his expression.
"...Uh, Yagad, you are embarrassing me by doing this."
"So 'Xiang Beichen and her merry lovers'?"
"Agard, stop saying such bizarre things with such a serious face..."
"What about the fur ball group?" Glen She asked while chewing a sweet cake.
"...But we have nothing to do with the fur ball?"
"Non-furball group."
"Even if we clear ourselves of any connection, it's still weird."
"Real and fake fur ball group."
...It's getting weirder and weirder!
"You bunch of idiots! It was clearly my suggestion, so why do you have to be the one to come up with the name?" Yaye yelled in dissatisfaction, "Let's call it the 'Dark Night Special Operations Team'! No objections allowed!"
"But that's very rustic..." Black Fire retorted hesitantly.
"And that sounds more like a gang of thieves..." Su Jie also joined in.
"Stop arguing, let Beichen take it."
Gu Yinyue made the final decision.
"Me? I...I'm not very good at this! Atlas, you come!"
"Okay. Call it Chenxing Weapon Book."
"...Ohhh?! That sounds great. How did you come up with such a talented nickname, little tail?"
"Yeah. I'm pretty smart."
Atlas wagged his tail happily.
"That's fine, but Glenshe, Atlas and Yagard are not weapons." Gu Yinyue's voice was a little dull.
"No, we are." Yagad said with a faint smile, "Even if we are not weapons, we are her sword and her shield, always guarding her and preventing her from suffering any harm."
"I like this explanation."
Glenn She nodded.
Gu Yinyue was also relieved:
"But that excludes Xiaxuelongyun and Naraka, right? Should we add 'The Idiot Trio' to the end of the Chenxing Weapon Book?"
"Wait a minute! It's the Chenxing Weapon Book & Star Weapon Xiaxue and the Idiot Duo!"
"No, it's the Chenxing Weapon Book & Star Weapon Duo with the idiot."
"No matter how you look at it, I'm an idiot, right?! I'm an idiot no matter what, right?!"
"That's still not right," Glen She said. "It should be the Chenxing Weapon Book & Star Weapon Duo with Idiot + Glen She of the First Spiritual Martial Division."
"...The name is getting longer and longer."
"How long will our entrance pose take at this rate?"
"Before that, you need to practice not biting your tongue when introducing yourself, right?"
"Let's simplify it. Is Chen Ming the dumbest?"
"What a stupid simplification that is!!"
The name of the dark hero group has not yet been decided, and the voices have gradually faded away.
The noisy sounds filled with joy and happiness were gradually drifting away on the wind.
Is that the final stroke of the saga? No.
On the contrary, their story officially began from this moment on.
Their footsteps, their laughter and firm determination, the strength and gentleness they carry, will also spread farther and farther with their figures.
What happened next?
There may not be much left for me to tell. So, let them tell their own stories. Even if it is just a topic of conversation that others will forget or laugh off, for them, for those who cherish them—
That must be the most enduring myth.
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