What I hope for

At this moment, the red-haired young man - no, it should be Mason who was operating the vest, listened to Christine's words and thought of many things.

Faile gently woke the boy up and served him a cup of hot soup. Abner sat beside him and watched the scene silently, chatting casually. The northern border was covered with snow. The holy guard who had been guarding beside him came over carefully. The silver-haired saint looked back and was greeted by a warm fur cloak. The mechanic had just finished the experiment and was about to get up, but was forcibly held down and handed a cup of hot tea, and ordered to rest. The black-haired girl stood at the highest point of Guixiang City, her eyes reflecting the dark fog and...

A handful of colorful sugar balls.

Baimian, with a paralyzed face, handed the snacks he had just bought to the girl, reminding her that it was time to go home.

"Are you determined to make a choice?"

Bai knelt in the rain in Partington, desperately trying to collect the scattered bodies. Water flowed down the boy's face, and tears and rain mixed together.

The faith of the entire North was shaken, and countless people collapsed because of this. All of this was because of the decision he made.

Is there something you want to protect? Is there a landscape you want to see?

Do you have the determination to fight for them till the last moment?

If the sacrificed person is no longer a disguised vest, but a real living person, can you make a choice?

...can you make the necessary sacrifices?

At this moment, Christine's question struck Mason's heart.

He is Aurelius, he is the profiteer, he is Canaan, he is the mechanic, and he is Gloria too.

Mason sometimes feels tired. He has set up various distinctive personalities for his avatars. In order to avoid suspicion, he can only try to remove similar personalities from other avatars and even from himself. Compared with the avatars, "Mason" is really small and weak.

There is no strong power, no memorable personality. It is like a glass of boiled water, after giving all the flavor to the vests, only the bland taste is left.

But he has always been an ordinary person.

He was an ordinary person before crossing over, and there was no difference in his original body after crossing over. The golden finger was more reflected in the vest. But no matter how powerful the vest was, the one controlling it was still himself.

I can cry, laugh, feel pain, and feel tired.

I stumbled along with the desire to survive, and from the beginning I just wanted to survive, to now I am working hard to save the world.

Does he have the courage to hold up the collapsing building and support the future of the entire human race? Can he solve various problems, defeat the monster lord, and resolve the black fog? Faced with an increasing crisis, and faced with necessary sacrifices and choices, can he muster the courage to hold on to that chess piece and throw it into a place where it is doomed to die?

The young man closed his eyes slightly, shouldering the heavy weight, and answered without hesitation.

"Of course."

I will be the villain, I will be the antagonist. I will be the torchbearer, I will bear the insults, the resentment, the expectations and the longings of the people.

I don't want to be a hero, but I have a wish.

A small, insignificant, unattainable wish.

"I am a selfish person. I can't care about too many people, nor can I save everyone."

Mason said: "So I only have one wish, as long as it can come true. I want my important people to be happy."

If you want them to live in peace and not worry about turning into monsters, you need to remove the fog. If you want them to be able to go wherever they want, go swimming at the beach, go to islands, you need to eliminate the monsters. If you want them to be happy, you need to be able to do whatever they want to do and refuse to do what they don't want to do.

If there has to be sacrifice, let me do it. If someone has to fix this, let me do it.

Christine smiled.

As he got the answer, his figure turned into a flame, illuminating the surrounding darkness. The sky-high chain stretched to the endless abyss.

The boy's voice was still echoing. He spoke in a decisive tone.

"I want the people I love to be happy. If that's not allowed, I'm going to break the barriers."

"If this is destined, then I will be the one who defies fate!"

"BOOM!!!"

Fight, fight, fight!

The Glorious Knight raised his head, facing the huge chain that was crashing down, his eyes filled with an unyielding fighting spirit.

Only by fighting and resisting can we find a way out of the predicament. The noble stars are shining, running through the end of history to this day.

"Since you chose to be a knight, don't come back crying! I don't need a coward as a son!"

"Take this with you. It's the wristband your father bought from the hunter yesterday. If you suffer outside, remember to come home. Mom will be waiting for you."

"Thank you for the fruit. According to human language, I should give you a thank you gift, right? Well... let me put it this way. The sun will look after you. Wherever you go, light will surely come. Hahaha, no need to thank me too much! Remember to come to my temple and offer some fresh fruit. It tastes really good."

"Christine, you have chosen the most difficult path. Even if I am the descendant of the god of death, I cannot walk with you. Take my blessing with you. In the future that I cannot reach, your prayer will surely come true."

"It is a pity that I will not be able to see your victory, my friend. Keep going, you are the Glorious Knight."

"Come on, my friend, you are destined to create miracles."

"If it's you, you'll always feel like you can do anything."

The so-called glorious knight Christine is a young man from a farm. On this road, there have been sacrifices and tears, but more importantly, there is no giving up. With the flame burning in his chest, the knight took a step forward, facing the fierce lock group, and his silent shout shook the world.

Go forward, as a common man, as a knight.

I will be kind to the weak and brave enough to fight against □□.

I will fight against all that is wrong and fight for the defenseless.

I will help those in need and be loyal to my friends.

I will pass on the star flame and hold the torch high until my body falls away and my soul burns out, becoming the front wall.

Time and again, the two sides collided head-on. Mason looked up at that figure, a figure that had fallen and stood up countless times, a figure that had difficulty walking but had been moving forward, a figure that had radiated incomparable brilliance in the fierce confrontation.

The first step in creating a god.

Leave your name in people's hearts and trigger the coming of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Christine said loudly: "I am Christine the Knight of Glory! I declare here that this is my path to godhood. Those who have heard my name over a long time, those who have remained steadfast in their determination despite endless hardships, and those who have passed the torch even for a moment, I am with you."

"As long as humanity continues, hope will never die!"

A huge wave of voices erupted, and millions of people shouted in unison: "Humanity will never cease, and hope will never end!"

——Where did the earliest knight story begin?

Ask a thousand people, and they will all answer you: It is from the era of God’s favor.

Knights were loyal to the gods and kingdoms, and wrote brilliant stories one after another. As early as this time, the Glorious Knight Christin was known as the strongest among the knights. Countless people regarded him as their idol and followed his footsteps until today, thousands of years later.

In the southern territory, in Ronald Town, Ronald, who was patrolling, suddenly looked up, and for some reason, he felt excited. The sword at his waist reflected the bright light, just as it had shone before.

In the square of Xinzhen, Pegasus neighed excitedly towards the sky, with tears in his eyes.

The wind blew across the tombs of the West, where a whole army of knights and their fallen warriors were buried. The wind continued to blow westward, blowing over the broken swords and shields stuck in front of the graves, and the dusty epitaphs.

[Here lies a brave man, a knight worthy of his name, from Rodney.]

There are many, many more.

There are those who sacrifice under the name of knights, and there are those who do the deeds without being called knights.

All the sacrifices, the contributions, the honored, the nameless.

Those stories are still circulating, those wills have not been extinguished, and those torches have not been extinguished.

The furious chains were blocked by a layer of golden light. This light flowed out from Christine's chest, sweeping all around. The knight's soul was somewhat transparent under the light, but it looked so holy and warm.

[Heaven] appears and the realm opens!

Christine looked determined and moved forward again without hesitation.

The second step in creating God.

Leave your mark on the world and achieve [Flawless Crowning].

Canaan, who was fighting the Monster Lord, was slightly slow in his movements. The Monster Lord seized the opportunity and threw him away. The air became extremely chaotic, and an inexplicable pressure descended, roaring and threatening Him to eliminate the threat immediately.

The World Tree takes twelve days to grow, so [twelve] is the law.

There can only be twelve righteous gods in the world, there cannot be a thirteenth!

This is a rebellion against destiny, this is an offense against the Creator of the world, this is a sin! Sin! Sin! Sin!!!

The bloody sound was deafening, and the silver-haired god stumbled to his feet, ignoring it. As a result, his body continued to crack, and the evil god inside was awakened and began to climb out.

The Kingdom of God came from afar, and the other half of Christine's soul appeared before him, looking at him with an apologetic look on his face: "I'm sorry for making you suffer."

"It's okay, just a minor injury."

The new god covered the gaping wound between his chest and abdomen with one hand, stopping the evil god from crawling out, his face still indifferent: "If you really feel guilty, remember to slap the world for me."

Christine was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

The silver-haired young man nodded slightly and offered to see him off. The frail soul floated into the black mist and was led to the heaven of his other half. This process seemed long but was actually very quick, so fast that no one could stop it. The two Christines smiled at each other and merged into one.

The so-called [Immaculate Coronation] is the advancement of life and soul form. It should spend this period of time in the cocoon and break out like a butterfly.

But now Christine has no body, only a soul.

The other half of his soul had been protected by the gods for thousands of years and had already become extremely pure. After the two merged, it naturally made up for the deficiency in this aspect. The complete soul exuded a dazzling divine light that ordinary people could hardly look at directly.

The third step to becoming a god.

Leave your own mark in destiny, bear the marks of recognition from the twelve gods, leave your name on the World Tree, and ascend to the throne of godhood.

A brilliant light shone on the young man's arms, transforming into a row of conspicuous symbols.

The first one was a sun-shaped mark. The God of the Sun gave him his first favor, allowing Zhuang Jiahan's son to have the opportunity to become a knight, and Christine has always been grateful for this.

The second is a moon-shaped mark. The Moon Goddess is a very gentle goddess. Christine has always wanted to tell the Sun God that there is a god who has loved him since the creation of the world. Although he never found the opportunity until the Knight died.

The third is the mark of the goldfinch tree and the flying bird. The goddess of nature cooks delicious meals and gives Christine motherly love.

The fourth is the mark of the hexagram and the book. The Magic Goddess is lively and cunning, and is the most lively of all the gods. Therefore, she likes to assign excessive tasks to the knights, and then compensate them with a guilty conscience.

The fifth is the mark of the sea and storms. The sea god is bold and irritable, and Christine and him are strangers. They were enemies at first, but later became good friends.

The sixth is the double sword and shield. The God of War has always cared for him very much and made a saber for him personally. Along with the name of the Glorious Knight, it spread throughout the continent.

The seventh is a pocket watch. The goddess of fate is very ethereal, but it must be said that without her, Christine would never reach the end.

The eighth is herbs and medicine bowls. The God of Medicine is a kind old man who has bestowed countless blessings. His followers are always on the front line of curing diseases. Thanks to his help, Christine was able to escape death countless times.

The ninth one is a woman in a veilless hat. The dark goddess is taciturn and always loves to think. If it weren't for her care during the underground exploration, Christine would have been kidnapped by the black goblins.

The tenth is the twin snakes. The twin snake god is very solitary, but very reliable, and nothing goes wrong as long as he gets a response. This sensitive god will even become shy if you thank him profusely.

The eleventh is Pearl and Rose. Aside from always teasing him, Beauty is undoubtedly the friend that Christine gets along best with. They both love shiny things and can sit and talk and tell stories until dusk and dawn.

To many people, God is just God.

But for Christine, these gods are friends who provide him with help and opportunities.

Finally, Christine's eyes fell on the logo that was gradually emerging.

The skeleton in a black robe, holding a sickle and a scale, looked at him quietly.

Christine bowed his head and said softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

A faint voice came into his mind: "If you can hear this, it proves that we have succeeded. You cannot bear the twelve marks in the era of God's favor, so I have to let you die before you can be recognized by me. I'm sorry, Christine. You should have had a glorious life."

"Thank you for your sacrifice for humanity. We would have gone mad by then. If you had succeeded in becoming the 13th God, we would still be alive. Please kill us."

This was just a fleeting thought, which completely dissipated after he said these words. The dead gods could not hear Christine's thanks. As early as after Canaan's battle with the Lord of All Things and All Power, the God of Death, one of the sources of his power, dissipated along with the other true gods.

But as someone who experienced the whole thing, Christine still remembers it.

It is a story that has been passed down for thousands of years, about knights who have crossed mountains and ridges and helped countless people. Following the strongest man of the time, the Glorious Knight Christine, they are famous for their loyalty and friendship. It was an era when gods and humans were closest, free and romantic.

He remembered that twelve gods had sacrificed themselves for this, and remembered their unyielding wills. These things supported the knights to walk through the long darkness and pass on the light.

Looking at those marks, Mason suddenly understood. No wonder the Lord of All Things and All Powers left so many leaves of the World Tree. It turned out that he was waiting here!

According to His plan, no matter how Mason used it, the leaves of the World Tree must still be left, just right for Christine to use. No one expected that Mason could see so many futures at once. But it doesn't matter, it's not too late to write it down now.

His consciousness sank and he came to where the World Tree was. The tree was lush and green, and above it was the boundless starry sky. Half of it was emerald green, and the other half was entangled with flesh and blood. Looking at the tree again at this time, the boy felt a lot of strange emotions in his heart.

Now, he no longer believed that the tree had no consciousness. Mason walked to the tree and wrote Christine's name on the leaves. The words disappeared immediately. Every time he wrote a name, a name disappeared. Mason would not believe that there was no one behind the scenes.

There was no doubt that the tree didn't want him to succeed.

The boy's expression turned completely cold, with madness flashing in his eyes: "So what if it's a golden finger? If you don't obey me, I'll chop you off!"

If he couldn't completely control this world tree, he might as well die early and be reborn. He didn't want to be backstabbed for this reason, not to mention that the Monster Lord still had half of the inheritance rights!

The power accumulated over such a long time gathered in the boy's hands, turned into an axe, and chopped down the World Tree heavily.

"Bang!"

The axe chopped the skin off the boy's arms, and blood was dripping. The World Tree shook wildly, and the whole world shook. The giant beast in the void shook violently, and the World Tree, which had pretended to be dead, finally responded. A voice from the dark rang out, begging the axe holder: "Don't chop me! I know how to get rid of the black fog!"

The second blow was even heavier. Mason groaned, and the World Will said hurriedly: "I know the weakness of the Monster Lord! I can help you kill Him!"

The young man ignored him and chopped for the third and fourth time. The World Will was furious: "If I wasn't here, how could you kill the Monster Lord?"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I used the first fruit to mold your body and keep you alive. I shaped you and saved you. Why are you standing on their side!?"

"If I am chopped off, the world will fall into chaos again, and the Monster Lord will no longer have any restraints!"

As the axes continued to fall, the world shook silently. The scene seemed familiar. A similar scene had happened thousands of years ago.

The Monster Lord was quick to realize the change in the situation and whispered to the branch in his arms.

"Your situation doesn't look good. Help me restrain these two guys. I'll help you now."

The tree branches swayed slightly, using the same aura to move the chain inside the door. Canaan dodged the huge chain that fell from the sky, and the Monster Master took the opportunity to release mist and disappeared on the spot.

Without a second thought, Canaan released the evil spirit in his body. The awakened evil spirit smelled the scent of food and began to devour everything indiscriminately. Under deliberate enticement, the Monster Lord was undoubtedly the sweetest bait. He headed straight for the black mist, hunger being the best driving force. The Monster Lord's idea of ​​leaving was temporarily blocked, and he had to show up.

The silver-haired god stared at him intently, his thoughts were obvious: as long as the Lord of Monsters wanted to leave, he would release this evil god completely, and he would be the target even if it ran to the ends of the earth!

The two sides fell into a brief stalemate, and taking advantage of this gap, Mason sped up. He knew he didn't have much time. Every swing of the axe brought a heavy backlash, and blood gushed out from the cracked skin, staining the handle of the axe he held red. His vision became blurred and heavy, and the sound of the world consciousness seemed distant and blurred.

He tried his best to tell countless secrets, trying to seduce the young man to give up. But the latter turned a deaf ear to it. Every time he swung the axe, the blood in his chest surged, as if he had stabbed himself hard.

It is ridiculous to say that the world consciousness can create new life, guide the direction of destiny, and decide the darling of the times, but it cannot kill even a parasite in its own body.

This was proven when the Twelve Gods first chopped down the World Tree. Following in the footsteps of their predecessors, Mason chopped down the World Tree again!

The towering tree collapsed like an ancient giant, its lush crown smashing into the ruined circular building, shattering the last crossbeam. The entire building let out a sad cry of being unable to bear the heavy weight, and began to collapse one after another. The ancient bricks fell into pieces, and the remaining gorgeous patterns were like flames swaying in the cold wind, silently turning into powder. The earth-shaking dull sound and the sound of branches breaking intertwined, forming a scene like the end of the world. That sound also disappeared, leaving only silence.

Sorry, goddess of fate, your kingdom is really in tatters now.

Mason was even a little surprised that he could still be so humorous at this time. He threw away the axe and sat down on the ground. He was gasping for breath, his body was covered in blood, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his fingers, and his eyes were black and white.

Not every axe can chop down the world tree, and not everyone is qualified to hold this axe.

That was the great power he brought with his vest to change history, enough to reshape destiny or destroy it. However, using this power was bound to come at a heavy price, and this was based on the fact that his mental strength had been enhanced, far beyond the normal level.

There was still work to do, so Mason stumbled to his feet and wrote Christine's name on the leaf in his own blood.

This time, the name did not disappear.