dawn



dawn

The twin girls woke up from their sleep.

Lu looked at Ling: "Someone just wanted to perform a sacrifice..."

Lu and Ling closed their eyes and quickly grasped the situation.

They knew there was unrest in the space.

I also know that humanity is in urgent need of strength.

They also learned where the power that allowed them to wake up briefly came from.

They made their decision.

"Eric."

At their call, Eric appeared directly beside them.

Eric dropped the pen in his hand to the ground and shook his head in confusion.

She looked down and saw two goddesses.

"It's the last chance. Let's give them a hand."

Ritsu and Rei placed their hands on the ring hanging around her neck.

They soon fell limp again.

Eric held them each in his hands.

They whispered softly in her ears.

Lu said weakly: "Language is magical."

Zero said, "Say your wish and recite our name."

"We will bless humanity."

They fell asleep again, and Eric placed the two goddess incarnations on the bed and rushed out.

She found Noriha and the only princess in the palace, Christine.

"Today is the Winter Fire Festival. The national broadcast should be going on, right?"

The first successful wireless broadcast began in 1900, followed by attempts to broadcast news on national channels, especially the Winter Fire Festival.

"Yes, I did, but I was just reading from a prepared speech. Why are you doing this so suddenly?"

"The goddess asked me to do this! It must be related to the battle on the front line! Quick!"

It's getting late at night, but every household is still awake because today is the annual Winter Fire Festival.

Christine immediately decided to give the broadcasting rights to Eric.

Eric wiped his sweaty hands after receiving the microphone. He could only hastily prepare a speech because it was too urgent. He held the ring tightly in his hand:

"Thank you, Goddess, for allowing us to welcome the Winter Fire Festival of 1903 safely. Goddess, thank you. May the Goddess bless us with peace and prosperity every year, may the Goddess protect the frontline warriors to triumph, and may disasters disappear. Language is magic. No matter where you are, please follow me, chant the name of the Goddess loudly, and tell us your wishes. The Goddess will bless mankind."

Her voice was wrapped in an invisible divine power and reached the ears of everyone who heard the broadcast.

The little boy looked up from his home eating a hot roast chicken.

His father, mother, grandparents, brothers and sisters all put down their tableware, made prayer gestures, closed their eyes devoutly, opened their mouths and silently recited the content of the broadcast.

The little boy blinked and imitated him, saying it out loud.

His mother touched his head and said with a smile, "This year's activities are different from the previous two years."

His grandfather smiled and said, "That's good. We don't forget the tradition."

His brother held up his hands again and murmured, "May the goddess bless me and let me come back alive."

My sister said, "We can eat at the dinner table safely this year because there are soldiers fighting on the front line. I hope they can all survive."

His father said: "Yeah, I just hope the war will end soon..."

The barber who was closing the door of the barber shop on the street corner heard the content broadcast by the street radio loudspeaker, stopped, clenched his hands and made a sincere wish.

Unable to resist the sleepiness, the girl who was about to close her eyes got up from the bed, lit a candle, smiled and made a wish to the stars outside the window.

Retired soldiers placed the nameplates and relics of their comrades who had nowhere to go at home and prayed quietly.

The woman who had lost her husband and son and devoted herself to work was awakened by the sound of the radio in her office. She was about to unplug the phone, but when she heard the content, she silently put down her phone and murmured:

"May there never be another person like me..."

Principal Oubide, who was leading the next batch of military officer candidates to dinner at the academy, sighed:

"May our king, our hope, the Knight of the Dawn, bring the true dawn to the continent, and may mankind finally triumph."

The students recited after him.

Such scenes occurred everywhere in Qiu Nie, in every corner.

Christine and Noriha took Eric to Saha and Levitra, as well as other countries where the broadcast could reach.

They had their own year-end holidays, but they all gave Eric a break, as if her eager words were so moving that they couldn't help but agree to her reluctant request.

While running, Eric gradually understood God's intention.

There is a convincing power in the ring of God.

But that is when people already have a biased belief in their hearts. It just expands this belief.

After experiencing the turmoil of the past decade, the most simple wishes of people around the world have come together.

There is an apt word to describe this.

That is, faith.

Ritsu and Ling soon woke up again.

Unlike before, they now have the power of faith that has been lost over the centuries flowing through them.

They know that this belief is not just about people believing in God, but about believing in the power of human beings themselves.

They believe that human warriors will be able to defeat darkness and bring back victory.

The distant eastern mainland.

Inger and Alex prepare for a fight to the death.

Inger picked up the broken magic bead, but unfortunately, it was broken and he could never restore it.

Does this mean that the curse has also disappeared?

unknown.

"What is this?"

Lixia said suddenly.

Inger looked over.

There was a pearl strung on Ed Yingli's neck, a dark blue with a slight hint of black, just like the deep sea, the color was very dull and not that bright.

Inger recognized it at once; it was the pearl he had given to his mother, which he had bought long ago from a stall on the seaside.

His mother gave this pearl necklace to little Eddie at some point.

"Could it be that..."

His magic power is now deeper and his perception has also improved a lot. The fluctuations emanating from that small dark blue pearl are the same as the original Poseidon Pearl.

He took the pearl off and placed it on his wand. This pearl was much smaller than the original one.

But the moment it was put on, it suddenly grew bigger and fit perfectly into the tray.

The phoenix totem was also re-tattooed.

The three remaining beads that were not broken floated out, reminding him.

Inger looked at the scene in disbelief, not knowing whether to be glad or sigh.

At this moment,

The words of the goddess echoed directly in Inger's mind.

"This is a blessing given by humans to their warriors. Please accept it."

Inger's ears rang with the wishes clearly expressed by countless people.

"May winter be as warm as spring."

“May there be no more pain.”

"Our hope..."

"I can have a full meal tomorrow!"

“We must win!!”

"Peace, peace!"

"Come back alive!!"

“May the world be better tomorrow!!”

In every corner of the world, affectionate people send their best wishes from the bottom of their hearts, which come together like a torrent of light on the last night of the year.

Even though the scars of war are all over the world.

There are still people passing on the flame of hope in the ruins.

Inger stopped crying and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

They really waited for their reinforcements.

He held Alex in one hand and raised his wand with the other. He uttered the following spell, which came to him from nowhere: "Act like an angel, understand like a god." (1)

The humans they risked their lives to save.

One by one, the fervent and heartfelt wishes give the power of faith in God.

The power that humans gave to God was infused into every knight and wizard present.

The tears on Alex's face also disappeared.

The hopes people placed on him never completely crushed him.

The confidence given to him by humans allowed him to raise his sword countless times.

When the first rays of dawn shine on the land of the Eastern Continent.

The first ray of light that broke through the darkness was so blindingly bright that it was hard to adjust to.

But soon, the light dispelled the darkness.

The knights, leaning on their swords, bathed in the warm and soft light.

The wizard heals the wounds of the injured.

The huge demonic tree that had occupied the Eastern Continent for hundreds of years has disappeared without a trace.

Even the black ashes that blended into the night were gone.

There are still sporadic black cracks in the sky.

They didn't say anything.

Look at this light.

They all had a sense of unreality.

The long battle is finally over.

This continent has not seen clear skies for who knows how long.

The winter wind is still cold, so the sunlight seems warmer and more comfortable.

Almost intoxicating.

Knight and wizard were immersed in the moment.

No one would be willing to speak at this moment.

The sound of breathing and wind are the loudest sounds on this land.

Elena watched Vito cure Auguste before she walked over to Inger and Alex.

"I thought everyone would be more excited." Elena said, holding her hands behind her back, "Like screaming, hugging each other, crying with snot all over their faces."

Alex took Ed Yingli from Lisha and said, "I didn't expect you like watching drama."

Liexia now had time to ask him, "Where is Lord Fei Leng?"

Inger and Alex looked at each other.

The new king has not returned yet, which means that Fei Leng has successfully controlled that body.

The demon mother tree has completely disappeared.

So it is also very troublesome to deal with that king.

They will have to go back and deal with him later.

At this moment, a sound came from not far away.

It seemed to be the sound of breaking air.

Everyone instantly tensed up and prepared for battle.

However, the thing flew in front of Inger and Alex in an instant.

As soon as Inger's wand and Alex's sword were raised, they were pressed down by the other party.

"Okay. It's me."

'Ugudona' smiled slightly.

Inger hesitated and asked, "...Feleng?"

Fei Leng nodded: "Thanks to you for solving this problem earlier. If it was delayed a moment, my consciousness might have been swallowed up."

Liexia and Dupo were dumbfounded: "Lord Fei Leng, are you now in the body of the new king?"

Fei Leng smiled bitterly: "There is no other way. My own body is already damaged and I can't use it anymore."

Duper, Lexia and Kate who flew down from the sky opened their mouths at the same time.

Alex didn't put away his sword, nor did he ask any questions.

Inger asked, "So how are you doing now?"

Fei Leng sneered: "I know what you want to ask, but I didn't have time to explain it to you before."

"Just think of those lives eaten by 'Mother' as having a large part of their soul memories directly stuffed into this body. The consciousness of this newly born body is very fragile, just like a newborn baby. So it was easy for me to take over. But the other things were too chaotic, but I united them to fight against Mother, so I bought you some time. After Mother completely died, they also lost their restraints and left. This body also completely belonged to me, and maybe the baby too."

Inger digested what he said in disbelief.

Fei Leng looked at Alex and gave him a malicious smile: "Do you think that I have inherited all the abilities of this body and will pose a threat to you? If I want to kill all humans, I have many ways to do it. Don't you know this best?"

Alex understood what he meant, and he also guessed that Fei Leng somehow knew about his past life.

Alex's face darkened, but soon his brows relaxed and he smiled softly: "If you really wanted to cause harm to humans, you wouldn't have helped us until now. Thank you."

Fei Leng didn't expect him to answer like this, goosebumps appeared all over his body, he took a step back: "Okay, stop, I really still hate you."

Alex wanted to say something, but Ed Yingli in his arms clenched his teeth and burst into tears.

Just now, he seemed to be stunned and didn't react. Now he finally has time to howl.

The crying actually made the surrounding knights and wizards completely relax. They laughed with relief and walked over, supporting each other.

As the crying faded away, the pure light of purification emanating from Ed Yingli also spread rapidly, and the area affected became larger and larger.

Alex could only go and coax him first.

Inger reached out and pinched his face: "Stop crying, sing a song for us, I know you don't really want to cry."

He pulled his cheek gently, leaving a red mark.

Little Ed Yingli stopped crying abruptly, his eyes widened, his cheeks puffed up, and he glared at him angrily.

Inger moved his fingers, and the little guy floated up, soon falling into Alex's arms again.

His eyes curled up again and he buried his face in Alex's chest, as if hiding a smile.

Inger shook his head: "Little brat."

Alex said softly, "Didn't you learn a carol before? Sing it for everyone to hear. You have a really beautiful voice."

Little Eddie asked in a baby voice, "Really?"

Alex kissed him. "I would never lie to you."

Little Eddie pretended to be shy for a while, then he started singing at the top of his voice.

Her voice is tender, as smooth as glutinous rice dumplings and as crisp as a pear.

His voice is full of talent.

When other children could not speak clearly, his pronunciation and intonation were already very clear and accurate.

If there were angels, this is what their songs would sound like.

As his singing spread, the pure white light continued to expand, and wherever it passed, the darkness disappeared bit by bit.

After many years, the land covered by death finally peeled off its charred shell, revealing its original sincere face.

Inger faced the earth and sky filled with the light of dawn.

I remembered the sentences that were marked in the comics.

"The night is over, the dawn is here."

"The dawn celebrates the victory of mankind."

"Dawn ruined an era."

"Dawn opens another era."

He smiled a relieved smile.

The real dawn.

It has indeed arrived.

And, no matter how long the night is, dawn will always come.

Next chapter, the main text ends. 10,000 words.

(1) Hamlet by Shakespeare.


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