It is completely different from past experiences of returning to reality from the remnants of history.
If the long river of time in the past was like a river with a fixed direction, it would continue to flow according to the established history, flowing from one established node to another.
Then the long river of time at this moment is as if someone has used great power to forcibly dig out a new tributary on the original main road of history.
Thus, the long river of time that had been flowing since ancient times and without any disturbances, now began to roar violently.
The corrective force of history is taking effect, trying to forcibly erase the newly born tributary and converge the flow of the long river of time to the correct node.
However, there is another powerful force standing in the turbulent river of time, like a giant sword inserted in the riverbed, fighting against the endless waves with its own strength.
Xia Ya felt like a small boat on the sea, drifting with the raging waves and in danger of losing his way at any time.
If he really lost his way in such a place, he would really sink into the lost history and become the "person forgotten by time."
But, soon.
...
...
Char then realized that the "Sand of Time" that had been dim and dull in the depths of his spiritual ocean suddenly began to sparkle.
Transformed into bright and shining stars, the stars lit up.
In the turbulent river of time, it illuminated the direction for him to look back.
So, under the guidance of the sands of that time, Char quickly went downstream along the river of time, crossed the violent turbulence, and returned to the node of the current timeline.
only.
The newly opened tributary in the long river of time did not end with Char's disappearance.
…
Esgania.
Royal city.
In the ruins made of corpses and rubble, between the decaying thrones.
The holy sword shone like gold, piercing through the humble king in black armor who swallowed up the light.
Vortigern coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, looked at the big hole on his chest black armor pierced by the golden light, and revealed a miserable smile.
Too fast.
Unbelievably fast.
He thought that even if he would be at a disadvantage after the battle with Cain in the Valley of the End, it should be a gradual process.
They kept pulling and fighting until finally the territory occupied by themselves and the coalition of abyss monsters was completely devoured and they were finally defeated.
This process may take several years or even more than ten years.
But he didn't expect that it would only take less than a year.
The rebel army led by the Knight King will unify the entire territory without any hindrance, conquer all monsters together with bandits and robbers, and completely put an end to the troubled times.
Finally, they broke into the royal city.
And at this moment, with his defeat, there was no longer any thing in the entire territory of Esgania that could hinder the other party from becoming king.
"Knight King... Artorius."
"You'll regret this."
Vortigern let out a miserable laugh.
"Now you seem to be on the side of justice, and are about to establish a perfect country of order..."
"But with your passing, the ambitions of independence have been born among the princes and allies who once worked together...your seemingly prosperous country will eventually fall apart."
"By then... the empire you have created will also fall into the same situation as mine, where everyone will desert you."
"Just like you lost Cain!"
Click.
Vortigern's words came to an abrupt halt.
Because the next moment, his chest was pierced by the golden holy sword, and he lost all his life and fell to the ground.
The deafening cheers of the rebel coalition could be heard from inside and outside the entire royal city.
The fall of the humble king Vortigern also means that the last obstacle in the entire territory of Esgania has been removed.
And then, it’s time to build a new empire on the ruins and enjoy the fruits of victory.
However, as the focus of cheers and applause from thousands of soldiers, Isadella did not show the slightest bit of excitement.
She simply silently untied the headband she used to disguise herself as a man, wiped off the disguise on her face, and let her long silver hair spread out like mercury.
Isadella could already clearly feel that at the moment when the humble king Vortigern died in battle, the holy sword in her hand gave a clear feedback.
The last seal on the holy sword has been lifted.
At this moment, she has truly achieved the throne.
All her original goals in this special time and space have been completed. According to common sense, there is nothing here that is worth Isadella's nostalgia.
And the historical correction force coming from the long river of time has been pressing down on her, forcing her to return to her original trajectory.
but--
Isadella was unwilling to leave.
The fully liberated Holy Sword of the Stars unleashed an ancient and magnificent mystery.
The mystery of the holy sword protects Isadella, making her independent from the erosion of time and the power of history to correct. Became an outlier in the original history.
"Merlin."
"I asked you to collect information about reincarnation and the dark magic of resurrection of the dead. How is your collection going?"
She held the holy sword in her hand, and activated it with the strength of a throne-level beastmaster, forcibly resisting the erosion of the historical correction force, and uttered a faint word.
“I have collected them all.”
An old man dressed in the clothes of a court wizard spoke.
"As for the afterlife...if you believe it, it exists; if you don't believe it, it doesn't exist."
"As time goes by, two similar flowers will eventually bloom in this world...Looking back over thousands of years, one flower withers and the other blooms."
"However, whether this is the same flower or not can only be judged by future generations..."
"I don't want such an ambiguous answer."
Isadella interrupted Merlin mercilessly: "Cain is Cain, one and only. There will never be two of him in this world."
"Yes, I, as an old minister, have never believed in reincarnation."
Merlin wiped the sweat off his face and spoke again respectfully: "In the field of necromancers and undead creatures, there is indeed magic similar to resurrecting the dead."
"But they all have their flaws and do not meet your majesty's requirements."
He glanced at Isadella cautiously. "Most necromancy and black magic require the complete body of the deceased to be activated... But His Majesty Cain died a heroic death for his country, and not even a trace of his body was left behind."
"Moreover, necromancy has a huge flaw. It uses corpses as its foundation, and those who are resurrected are all undead races."
"Although the newly born undead creatures may retain some of their original memories, most of them are incomplete, and their wisdom is often impaired."
"If that's the case, then even if he really comes back to life, it would just be a blasphemy against him."
Isadella vetoed the proposal.
She stood on the broken throne, staring silently at the short letter in her hand with her brows slightly lowered.
"so."
"Is it true that I can't see him anymore?"
Isadella at this moment was not like the Knight King who had just unified the entire territory and was about to establish immortal merit.
Instead, it looks more like a cat that has done something wrong.
“Not really…”
Merlin spoke slowly.
"I have been reading Vortigern's books and found a lost secret method in an ancient book of mysticism from the old era."
"That ancient book says that when everyone is born, they will leave a unique mark in the spirit world. Even if they die, this mark will not disappear."
"It's just that, under normal circumstances, it's just a mark with a hint of spiritual qualities."
"But if the deceased's reputation is great enough... then there is a small chance that we can use the thoughts of the people and all living things to continuously stimulate the collective subconscious ocean of the spirit world, and then complete that unique imprint."
"In the end, a deceased person whose body is gone and whose fame lives on becomes a heroic spirit."
"Then, be resurrected in Valhalla."
Merlin hesitated for a moment.
"However, the difficulty of giving birth to a heroic spirit is extremely high, and it requires extremely wide dissemination."
"Moreover, only after a long period of fermentation and remembrance, and becoming a figure engraved in history, can one become a heroic spirit."
He glanced at Isadella beside him.
"The time limit for the birth of a heroic spirit may be hundreds of years, or perhaps... a thousand years."
He was well aware that the king he served was a human being.
The human body cannot compare to those immortal species. Even the body of the throne has a lifespan of less than a thousand years.
Therefore, this is destined to be just an illusory dream.
Perhaps thousands of years from now, the Black Knight Cain will truly be able to reappear in the world as a heroic spirit, but anyone in the empire who has seen Cain's original appearance will probably not live to see that time.
However--
Facing Merlin's expression which was slightly regretful and mournful.
Isadella, however, merely raised her head slightly.
"Achieve... a heroic spirit?"
She looked up to the end of the high sky.
It was a scarlet blood moon hanging high in the night sky.
"I will bring you back... no matter what the cost."
A clear teardrop fell on the ruins.
"A thousand years..."
"Or should I say, God?"
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