Chapter 117 The End of the Main Text
In the universe, there is no clear route to the virtual world.
It was only a million years ago that the Pale Knight finally saw this path clearly.
Over a million years ago, many things happened to him: the death of his sister, the crusade of the memory tide, the unexpected disaster crusade, and the encounter with the "War" who was still a human child...
Now that I think about it, almost everything that has happened so far can be traced back to that period.
The cold wind and snow were blowing in our faces.
The Pale Knight walked alone on the dim snow. His white hair was blown messy by the strong wind, and the footprints he left behind were soon buried by the wind and snow, but his white eyes still showed no sadness or joy.
Humanity is being lost.
When this road reaches its end, He will lose His human appearance and human cognition, and become a conceptual existence praised in the universe.
This is a road of no return.
"elder brother."
Someone was calling Him in the snow.
The Pale Knight stopped and calmly looked in the direction of the voice. He called out the other person's name as usual: "Idria."
"elder brother……"
Idria murmured with a sad look on her face: "It has finally come to this..."
The Pale Knight nodded at this.
"The development of events will always exceed our expectations." The Pale Knight calmly comforted his sister, "But at least we can still say goodbye for the last time."
"No, brother." Idlia retorted firmly, "You have no idea what this means!"
"A million years is enough time for me to know the price." said the Pale Knight.
"But brother..."
Idria said sadly, "You like adventure and the unknown. You don't like killing and death at all. Why do you want to become a god for something you don't like?"
"Becoming a god is such a lonely existence."
"From now on, death and plague will become part of you. You will become the concept itself, until the heat death of the universe, until the birth of the next universe."
The Pale Knight closed his eyes and sighed: "I am ready to take on this."
"No, it's more than that." Idria walked forward firmly and said, "No one knows when the next universe will be. You may have to stay in that void for eternity."
"That is why gods are conceptual beings," said the Pale Knight.
"Brother, please don't emphasize this matter here." Idlia said angrily, "It is because of this that I am here to persuade you to give up."
"My brother, have you ever thought that the god is really you?"
"Probably not." The Pale Knight said silently.
All mythical creatures face the problem of balancing humanity and divinity. Neither is better or worse, but if one is too strong, the result will develop in an uncontrollable direction.
He had experienced the high cost of divinity.
Millions of years ago, he saw his sister die in front of him, but he was indifferent. But his memory would eventually play that scene in front of his eyes, telling him his mistake over and over again.
"I'm sorry, Idria," the Pale Knight said. "I should have helped you, not stood by and watched. I shouldn't have behaved like that."
"No, brother."
Idria shook her head stubbornly after hearing this. "No one can blame you, not even me. It was just a mistake. We all underestimated the importance of human nature and the impact of the plague on you."
"If it weren't for my brother, my life would have ended tens of millions of years ago."
This is exactly the case.
The Pale Knight lowered his eyes and sighed, "But even so, I will not change my decision."
"Brother..." Idlia murmured sadly.
She already knew that she couldn't change her brother's determination. As a knight of the apocalypse, she couldn't change her brother's decision, so how much could she change as a ghost?
"Do you have a new sister?" Idria rarely talked about other topics. "When I reincarnate and return, I will also regard her as my sister."
"Don't disturb her." The Pale Knight shook his head.
Then He looked up at the silent snowfield in the distance and said to himself with regret, "Although now I can no longer remember what I was thinking back then..."
“Humans are complicated.” Idria sighed.
The Pale Knight's gaze returned to his sister. He said calmly, "My sister, I can no longer wait for your reincarnation. Sing me a farewell song."
The Idria civilization has the custom of singing for the warriors before they go off to battle. They will gather in front of the bonfire at night, singing and dancing, celebrating this final farewell, and then watching the heroes embark on a journey from which they will never return.
And they had agreed to sing hymns before parting.
“Brother…” Idlia cried, “You know I can’t do it…”
Really? Probably not.
The Pale Knight realized belatedly that it seemed that the most crucial part of his humanity had been lost.
“Don’t be sad.” The angel, who had long lacked humanity, comforted him, “You can still see traces of me. For tens of millions of years, the planets we walked on and the civilizations we saved will spread our deeds. They will sing praises and record—”
"Plague and Death were once brother and sister."
"Plague and Death were once brother and sister."
Idria recited along with the White Knight's narration. But this time, Idria's face could no longer show a genuine smile.
Idria did not become a Knight of Apocalypse alone, her brother helped her a lot.
From meeting to separation, from acceptance to death.
She had lived a difficult life, witnessed countless sufferings, and finally stood before the inhumane Pale Knight. At that time, she didn't even know what kind of bond she had with this lord.
"I have to go now." The Pale Knight said as gently as possible, "Goodbye, my sister."
Although the Pale Knight wanted to stay a little longer, time was limited after all. His humanity was slipping away, and he didn't know what would happen if he stayed too long.
Idlia said nothing.
She just stared at the Pale Knight sadly with her smart black eyes.
When the Pale Knight looked back for the second time, his sister had already disappeared. The biting cold wind blew his hair, and he thought calmly:
It would be great if Idria could get out of this relationship as soon as possible.
However, this time, he heard a familiar, sad song through the snow. His sister finally sang a farewell song for him.
The Pale Knight laughed quietly at this.
For some reason, He suddenly remembered: when He first arrived at the abyss, His guide once sighed after listening to His past.
"You were born for sacrifice, and you will die for sacrifice in the future." The guide said, "This is not my personal idea, it is the law of all things."
"Because fate in this world is absurd and ridiculous."
So fate finally completed its cycle at this moment.
But before the Pale Knight entered the void, He stopped for the last time. He looked back at the universe he was about to say goodbye to, the star field he left, the galaxies he had walked through and the galaxies he had not been able to walk through.
There are people He loves, people He hates, and people He is indifferent to.
There are the ties He already has, the ties He has not yet had, and the ties He is about to lose.
alright--
This time it is really the “last look”.
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