Alan's greatsword shattered with a crash, and his entire body was forced back about a hundred steps!
He stared in astonishment at the sword in his hand, but he was unable to harness the power of the divine weapon.
wrong!
The artifact's power has vanished!?
He gazed at the girl before him, whose injuries had healed instantly; the sword in her hand emanated a dangerous aura.
The divine artifacts are in her hands! And not just one!!!
"Is this the family's divine weapon?" Elsie raised the golden longsword, which was emitting a faint flame.
It was reborn from the broken sword!
"So, the inheritance of this divine artifact is not limited to the object itself." Elsie closed her eyes and sensed the two forces within the sword.
How long this temporary compromise can last is entirely unknown, but the power behind it may be the strongest force under natural disaster.
"I can feel their support and their earth-shattering power. I am honored to have your wings, which allow me to soar through the sky."
Elsie opened her eyes and met the gaze of Alen, who had recovered. There was no emotion in his eyes; he still hadn't given up on killing her and was still under the command of the Sanctuary and the Lord.
He clung to his broken sword, continuing his journey step by step, even though he could clearly sense instinctively that Elsie was far stronger than him! But he could only be forced, forced... to move forward step by step!
“Father, how I wish you could praise me, that you could… truly open your eyes… and look… at your daughter.” Tears streamed down Elsie’s face.
The sword in his hand began to tremble slightly, not only as a warning, but also because he was eager to strike!
The stigmata on her forehead began to glow, resonating with the artifact.
"..." El hoped that Allen was still approaching, but not with the gentle approach of a normal father, but with the relentless, mortal struggle of an enemy!
Is this all the feeling I have for you?
"Isn't even summoning a sliver of a crack enough!?"
Elsie screamed with all her might, and finally, Ellen crossed the last line in her heart.
They're very close, close enough that Allen could launch an attack even without using the artifact!
And this distance was also her final, soft-spoken remark.
With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, Elsie raised her head and looked at Alen, who was charging towards her with his sword raised. She maintained her smile and swung her sword.
in this way……
Speaking of which...
Goodnight, Father.
The longsword, wreathed in flames, left a trail in the air like a shooting star!
The sword was as fast as lightning, severing Allen's neck and decapitating him in an instant!
The flames, carried by the wind, gradually crushed his body!
"!" Elsie's eyes widened as she watched the Lord's tentacles rapidly withdraw, and Ellen's face went from fear to... shock... and she closed her eyes.
Is it... just my imagination?
...
Is it just my imagination?
In the desert shrouded in darkness, Allen opened his eyes. He couldn't quite remember what had happened before; it was as if he had just had a nightmare.
He covered his head, as if he had just been beheaded.
That silver-haired girl looks familiar.
“Is it Windsor? No, she’s too young.” Allen shook his head, then gave a wry smile. “I think I’ve done something wrong… what do you call this…”
"Allen?" A soft female voice came from behind him.
As Allen listened to that familiar voice, it was like a chance encounter in the royal gardens of Saijing, like a heart-wrenching cry for help in a maze, like... that girl he embraced on a summer night.
He turned to look at the beautiful figure, the woman who looked very similar to the girl who killed him!
Alan seemed to realize that the person who killed him was his own daughter, Elsie.
Has she grown to the point where she can kill him?
"..."
"Windssa, I think I'm... dead."
“Mm.” Windsor nodded, and with a smile she came to Allen, took his hand, just like that summer night that could never come again.
“Windssa.” Allen hugged Windssa and said, “Elsie, you’ve grown up.”
“I know…” Windsor replied.
“May she…” Allen closed his eyes, “have a safe journey.”
...
Elsie knelt before a pile of ashes, the flames on the blade of her sword dimming somewhat, as if little power remained.
Three years, a full three years! Do you know how I spent them?
[Congratulations! Elsie! You've cleared the game! The story is complete! Hooray!]
With Alan dead, no mortal force in this world can stop you now.
Elsie knew very well that she had to go north, sever the foundations of the Sanctuary, unlock the shackles of Shia's memories, and bring an end to everything!
Go forth, Elsie!
“The artifact is disappearing,” Elsie suddenly said, looking at the artifact in her hand.
"Yes, Elsie, the repulsion between artifacts is something you can't change."
They abandoned their original tools and joined forces to fight for you, but this unyielding power created a miracle in your hands.
They don't feed on your flesh and blood; instead, they consume the energy you've stored up. You can use them freely without worrying about side effects.
However, the frictional losses after fusion are also enormous. You need to act quickly, Elsie, before either one of them withdraws or both leave simultaneously.
You must end this quickly!
Now you're invincible, start running!
The narrator is right; at least before they leave, we should end everything here as soon as possible.
As for whether to break the contract of one artifact so that another artifact can exist forever.
She felt it was unnecessary, because it would make her lazy and disappoint the artifact.
they……
[They're readers too!]
they……
I also want to see how it ends.
Thank you...
[I've said everything I wanted to say.]
"..."
[Don't look at me like that! Mount your horse! Let's get going! How long have you been stuck here in the story? I'm getting worried for you!]
"Stop talking!" Elsie summoned the little white horse that had just woken from its coma.
It seems to have recovered its condition; it truly lives up to its reputation as the family's top choice.
Elsie mounted her horse, removed her tattered armor, and made herself look as relaxed as possible.
"..."
She gazed at the crowd staring at her from the city gate, watching them kneel down before her one by one.
She watched as Kelyat sat on the ground, watching the handful of ashes being carried away by the wind.
"Your Highness Elsie, please take care!"
"Hmm." Elsie nodded heavily, then tightened her grip on the reins and headed towards Locke City.
Upon receiving the news from Elsie, Kaelin quickly began to gather the surviving Blood Riders to catch up.
Because in Locke City, they still have a great battle to fight!
The war between the Shield and the Scepter factions has finally reached its climax, and the scales of victory seem to have been tipped over by one side with an unjust attitude.
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