Dress up as the devil and bring some shock to the other world.

The funeral started at 12 noon.

It is the end of deep winter, before the buds sprout and the trickles of snow begin to flow.

The birds gliding overhead brought back tender branches that they had found from somewhere. The branches, full of life, fell from high above, making a whooshing sound as if they were crying.

A funeral of unprecedented grandeur.

It was more grand than any funeral in the past, even the funeral of the previous king five hundred years ago was incomparable.

Sad sobs came from everyone's mouth and resounded from their souls.

The atmosphere at the scene was solemn.

The Pope, bishops, and all priests of the Church of Light, holding doctrines in their hands, slowly appeared in people's sight.

The hymns that originally belonged to the gods in their mouths are now sung for "people".

This 'person' may be a noble, a commoner, a knight, a wizard, a priest, or even a student or a villain. No matter who they are, they will be the protagonist at this moment, the one who sings praises for the future and for beauty.

The proud knights lowered their heads, and the swords and spears in their hands fell to the ground. This was the highest courtesy!

Participants...and those in high positions.

The dwarf queen stared at the dark stone tablet.

The former nobles, now responsible for maintaining the operation of various institutions of the principality, took off their hats and looked sad and solemn.

All members of the Dawn Workshop, led by Iluna, pushed out a giant bell that was more than ten meters high. Her teacher Narcissa, the only supreme blacksmith, followed closely behind holding a huge bell hammer.

The Santa was reorganized into two organizations, and some of its weaker members formed the "Tomorrow's News", specializing in publicity and reporting. They held feather pens that should have been light but were now unusually heavy.

Next, they will record the 'name' - the last trace of the living being's existence.

The other one is called Seagull Logistics, and all the powerful people in the Holy Tower have become members of this organization.

Their mission is simple.

Bring supplies, bring letters... bring back their belongings and suicide notes.

The Messengers, they called themselves.

Rex took over this organization, and he now appears as the head of Seagull Logistics. If he insisted, he could refuse this responsibility, but he... still couldn't help it.

He is the most suitable, suitable in every sense of the word. He will take the lead to any dangerous place and may die... but he is no longer young. Even if he dies, he will only be the death of an old man.

On the bright side, when the young people are capable of this task, he can retire with peace of mind.

A witness to history...Now he has made the decision to go into history in person, as a bearing and a wedge on the wheel.

The three lords held their weapons, dressed in solemn black, with pure white irises pinned on their chests, symbolizing light, freedom, holiness and...rebirth.

The somewhat nervous elven representative Ella fell half a step behind. He should have stood with the three lords.

Suddenly, she saw the tender branches brought by the seagulls.

"It's the sound of crying..."

Ella suddenly realized that the young branches of the World Tree... yes, in this season, if there are still young branches, they can only be from the World Tree.

He...is crying.

The goddess of life cries for the lives that should never have passed away.

Tears fell involuntarily from one side of my cheek.

She cried, "Um...wawawa..."

I have no connection with them, no connection with them, no friends or relatives... Why should I cry for them... Why should I...

Sobbing, she raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face, endless sadness welling up in her heart.

Until, this elf, who was hundreds of years old but mentally immature, suddenly clenched his fists, held back his tears, and stood with the lords on his back.

“Thank you for the hope,” she said.

For an elf, growth is a long process, and now she has grown.

Facing the stele are the towering steps leading to the inner city palace.

A creaking sound was heard.

The door opens.

Cecilia, the queen of the ancient Principality of Belze, appeared in front of everyone, with Bernard and Nita beside her.

Countless eyes looked up, focused on the height.

Waiting for Cecilia to speak.

It was obvious that Cecilia's chest rose and fell violently for a moment, as if she was taking a deep breath, and then she took a step forward.

There was shock, excitement, relief, and excitement...countless gazes gathered.

Cecilia stepped down from the platform.

One step, two steps, three steps...the sound of her walking off the stage echoed in everyone's heart.

Until she arrived at the square and blended into the crowd, she was not tall, only 1.6 meters...even with the blessing of high-heeled boots, she was still shorter than most people present.

In every sense, she is no longer high and mighty, but she is clearly at the pinnacle of power.

When you stop in front of the towering stone monument.

Cecilia looked up, with an unprecedented firmness in her eyes, like the guiding star in the sky.

"Shot!"

The head of the Bi Yang family mobilized all his strength and roared out orders.

The knights bowed their heads and waited, and in an instant they drew out the Terra charging guns at their waists in a well-trained manner.

Towards the sky.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom! ! ! ! ! !

It seemed like a farewell, or... an announcement to them who left early.

“Ring the bell!!!”

The voice came from Iluna, the representative of Dawn Workshop.

Narcissa held the hammer.

The hammer dropped and then rose again, she had been doing this since she could remember, but now, she was not doing it to forge a weapon or armor.

Boom!

The mighty bell sounded through the sky.

Boom!

Boom!

The big bell rang three times!

lever, priming piston, and pump.

Button, engine, turbo.

Analysis of magic, discovery of magic!

The birth of magical equipment!

With the big bell as the carrier, we send the most sincere voice of civilization to them who are leaving!!!

We will not stop here!

The journey...will take them with them, towards the sea of ​​stars!

"Roar!" The dragon's roar sounded again in the royal city after hundreds of years, but it did not bring destruction.

The dwarf Leon stood on the lava dragon.

Dragons... and dwarves... in the capital of men.

Elves, orcs, monsters, dragons, dwarves...many races appear here, as well as...humans.

There is no longer a distinction between you and me, each other... they all have the same identity - living beings in this world, children of civilization.

In a solemn atmosphere.

Cecilia's voice echoed.

It was like a roar, like shouting out from the chest and soul with all one's might.

"Their farewell should be solemn and grand!"

"Lian Gibson."

"Neely Hawkins"

"Eva Sanchez"

"Lillian..."

"......"

As each name was read out, Leon, riding on a giant dragon, engraved it on the stone tablet with all his strength, and the reporter of Tomorrow's News recorded it on paper.

"Their sacrifice was not in vain!"

"They bought precious time for evacuation and bravely resisted the demon invasion. The demon's minions did not set foot on our land!"

"They killed countless demons, and let the demons know that the creatures in this world are tenacious, brave, and fearless in battle!"

“Before dawn, they are fireflies! Like lighthouses in the sea of ​​fog and stars in the dark night sky, they guide us. The darkness still exists, but it is no longer dark!”

"A firefly is faint, but it is still a flame!"

"The raging fire will eventually start with them and burn away all the darkness!!!"

Levi stood at the edge of the crowd, quietly looking at every name engraved on the stone tablet.

Death is so close.

He had deceived himself that everything was as it should be.

But now...the weight of life was weighing him down, making it hard for him to breathe.

He looked a little dazed...and a feeling of fear arose in his heart.

This is not the end, but the beginning. More names will appear on the stone tablet before us.

This is it.

I want to wear his crown.

You must bear its weight.

They all had magnificent lives, but in the end, only a name was left behind.

And...become a number.

'I am a mortal, a normal person.'

'But I must keep this hidden.'

"If I am afraid, how can they fly to the sky and fly to a more distant future?"

'Then... take me.'

'For firewood.'

Hold tight.

Levi's hand was clenched.

He held it tightly, trying his best... However, the girl who loved him more than anyone else... loosened her hand, with a gentle smile on her face.

"I can't stop you, and I won't stop you."

"Go."

"I will always be with you, no matter in the past, present, or the future we have never known."

The girl raised her hand and pushed gently, pearly tears falling.

Last...chance...no turning back.

Levi, whose popularity was no less than Cecilia's and who was the brightest light in the hearts of countless people, appeared in their eyes with incomparable brilliance.

"Levi." Cecilia looked at the man.

Li Wei nodded and lowered his eyes to signal, then stepped forward.

Until we arrived at the monument.

Reach out.

Gently stroke the name on it.

People were waiting for him to say something.

Levi closed his eyes.

'Here is someone I love dearly.'

'This is everything I love.'

'My friends, my partners, and... my family.'

'I am an outsider.'

'But I can't stay out of it.'

Just use this!

The roar of the most terrifying creature in thousands of years - the ancient dragon - resounded through the sky.

Vines spread across the pitch-black spear, and the buds of life sprouted.

hold high!

"Lilith!"

Levi roared!

The hum of the engine suddenly sounded.

Look up.

An extremely huge azure magic circle bloomed from the sky, and ripples in space fluctuated wildly.

With the help of teleportation magic and the goddess.

The ship from outside the world, which should have been damaged to the point of being unable to sail, was transformed by magic technology, and then jumped here and set sail again!

Even though it is covered with scars from artillery fire, even though the outer shell is still covered with scaffolding, even though its volume is less than one-tenth of its original size, and even though it is riddled with holes, a 90-year-old man can walk more nimbly than it!