My sister is Luna

"We've arrived," Yao said, looking at the intense battle overhead.

This also means that he was about to watch a life pass away.

"Then I shall begin." The boy walked calmly to a small open space, where Yao was fending off the monster and protecting him.

"Deepest darkness, undying rage burns this body, burying a thousand years of hatred in the earth, hating the evil of the gods..." The boy silently recited the incantation given to him by Bian Que, his hands forming a mudra.

With each word he uttered, he felt a chill run through him, as if something was crawling toward him, slowly stripping away the warmth of his life, but he paid no heed.

"Open the door!" the boy shouted after completing the hand seals.

The pitch-black flames had somehow climbed onto his body, enveloping him in a chilling cold. He felt no pain, but rather a sense of slow fading away. A strange panic and fear gripped his heart, as if his very existence was about to vanish, unknown to anyone, fading into silence.

"Empty, empty, empty—" A heavy sound rang out, and a crack slowly opened beneath the boy's feet.

Yao knocked a monster away, his gaze towards the boy was complex and unfathomable. The person in front of him became "black and white", his pale body and the pitch-black flames reflected each other, and then gradually faded away. The boy's presence became weak, and the rushing monsters brushed past him.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He wanted to save everyone and achieve a perfect ending like the heroes in the stories, but the harsh reality shattered his fantasy.

"You..." Yao opened his mouth while fighting, unsure of how to begin.

“You know what? What the legendary physician Bian Que told me before made a lot of sense. There are two kinds of people in the world: martyrs and bystanders. I was born to be the first kind. This is my destiny. I really like this feeling of being needed and valued, even if this is the last time.”

The boy felt his life slipping away rapidly, but he appeared relaxed and at ease. It was hard to imagine that he had such awareness at only twelve years old.

"Although it will make my mother sad, it is also for the sake of saving everyone and ending the war as soon as possible. I hope time will heal her wounds. This is the flame of my life that will burn until it is completely burned out. Please do not let it be extinguished."

The boy looked intently at Yao and spoke from the bottom of his heart. The dark flames burned brighter and brighter, just like his sincere and ardent determination.

Yao's heart suddenly stirred. The sound of war drums, the deafening shouts, the vast battlefield, the battle of countless people, and the magnificent picture of all living beings.

This surge of emotion, this tremor in his soul, as he gazed upon the black-and-white boy before him, who seemed like a sacred child of God, filled him with awe and reverence. He understood; his confusion vanished.

This is justice!

He is both a partner of justice and a witness to justice. Yao is not walking alone on the road. There are fellow travelers and countless people who have followed in his footsteps. That is why they have come this far. Different kinds of justice, diverse yet from the same source. One person's flame may be small, but the flame of many people—countless sparks gathered together—can start a prairie fire!

The boy is undoubtedly great. Yao witnessed the great deeds of justice. He is proud of justice, he is proud of the people who uphold justice, and he carries out acts of justice!

To always move towards justice, no matter how dark the path ahead, this is Yao's resolve.

"Yes, your flame will be passed down forever."

Yao said solemnly, he would always keep these words in his heart. With his mind and body in perfect harmony, his swordplay became even sharper and faster, and all the monsters around him were cut down by his sword.

"Goodbye, uh... that's not quite right either. I wish you a good life." Seeing that someone understood him this way, the boy smiled, closed his eyes, and prepared to face death.

"Wait, what's your name?"

Yao asked, after saying so much, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know the boy's name. The boy should be remembered and his heroic act of sacrificing himself for the country should be praised.

"There's no need to know. You have a long life ahead of you. I'm just an insignificant passerby in your life. It's unnecessary," the young man said calmly.

"My name is..." He paused for a moment, then murmured. He was still just a child, and he didn't want to die in obscurity. He hoped to leave behind a brilliant chapter in his life.

"Gan Luo".

The gate to the abyss opened wide, and Gan Luo's figure vanished, leaving Yao alone outside.

……

When the young nobleman in the dark saw the door open, he immediately abandoned Zhang San and tried to get away, but Bai Qi had already jumped behind him unexpectedly, raised his scythe and slashed down. He was stunned and hit, a long wound appeared on his back, and he fell from the air.

The deep, narrow door was like an empty eye staring at the noble young man in the dark, or like a slightly open mouth trying to swallow him.

At the same time, countless flying swords from Ying Zheng fell straight down, further propelling him into the [gate].

"Damn it, I came out and did nothing, how am I supposed to go back?!"

Enraged, the Dark Night Nobleman also conjured countless blood swords to clash with Ying Zheng, his back sprouting bat wings, which he vigorously flapped.

The golden sword's attack suddenly stopped, and Cain, clad in demonic armor, appeared before him, striking with a fierce and monstrous blade that knocked him down another distance.

Bai Qi appeared before the Dark Night Noble after Cain landed, and with another scythe strike, another huge wound appeared on his chest.

Then countless golden swords suddenly fell, and his whole body was covered in fine wounds.

Overwhelmed by the sudden attention, the young nobleman lost his composure and continued to fall, getting closer and closer to the [door].

"The final blow!" Bai Qi forcefully shoved the Dark Night Noble into the doorway, at which point he too was utterly exhausted.

“We won…” Yao, who was standing to the side, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Idiot, the door isn't closed yet, get away!" Ying Zheng shouted as he rapidly approached from the sky.

"call out--"

Several health bars suddenly shot out from the [door], wrapped around Yao's leg, trying to drag him in as well, or perhaps trying to use him as a support to come out again before the [door] closed.

"Ah!" Yao felt a tremendous pulling force, and he tensed his body to resist it.

"Hold on like this, don't move," Ying Zheng shouted.

Countless flying swords bombarded the [door] again, spraying blood and flesh like machine gun fire.

The health bars broke but regenerated rapidly, and the bright red blood stained the area around the [door].

"It's no use, what should I do? I can't hold on much longer." Yao gritted his teeth, he could feel something slowly climbing up.

Should I be like Gan Luo, falling into the "gate" with that monster?

Yao had already seen the Dark Night Nobleman's hand resting by the door.

"Hang in there, Yao." Cain, who had arrived, patted him on the shoulder.

"You bastards, stop the wrath of hell! I'm going to kill you all!!"

The young nobleman of the dark night struggled to get half of his body out of the door. The flying sword stopped attacking. He became a bloody mess, his scarlet and ferocious eyes were hideous, and he was completely devoid of elegance and composure.

"Get down!" Cain, who had been waiting in front of the door for a long time, plunged the giant blade into the head of the Dark Night Nobleman. Thinking of the monster's terrifying immortality, he continued to stir it forcefully. Ying Zheng manipulated several golden swords to pierce the Dark Night Nobleman's body from all directions, constantly squeezing it.

"I...want...you...to...die..."

What's terrifying is that the Dark Night Noble was still alive after such an attack. His voice was shrill and resonant. He kept pushing against the giant blade, bleeding profusely, and slowly crawled out with tremendous brute force. His current appearance was like a writhing mass of flesh and blood, terrifying and horrifying.

Despite being attacked from multiple directions, this monstrous strength remained evenly matched with Cain, resulting in a stalemate where one was in front and the other behind. Two marks were worn down by his feet as he saw the [door] shrinking.

I'll drag someone down with me when I get back!

Dark Night Nobleman hardened his heart, suddenly relaxed his strength, stopped fighting, and fell backward, with multiple tentacles wrapping around Cain.

Cain, who had just felt a sudden sense of relief, suddenly lost his strength. A tremendous weight pulled him down, and Cain's magic armor, which protected his vital organs, pulled him down with him into the abyss.

"Cain!" Yao exclaimed.

"Bang—" The door slammed shut.

"Hahaha...!" The dark young nobleman's shrill voice echoed across the ground before disappearing.

The health bar that was grabbing Yao's leg was cut off by the [door], and Ying Zheng immediately chopped the remaining health bar into pieces.

The door severed some connection, and the monsters turned into pools of blood.

the war is over

……