Elven History Song

Seravia turned around and stood aside, quietly watching his captain go to death.

Black mist rose from the three pairs of wings behind Ling Aohan, which was all the will to die that he could use. He showed all his strength without reservation, but he was still far from Nuada.

"I owe you the highest respect."

The silver arm shines, and the sword of victory shines with colorful light. This was the last confrontation between the two, and everyone present knew the result.

There was no sneak attack, no preemptive strike. The two of them ran towards each other at human speed. The sword blades collided with each other. The will of death and the light of victory tore, collided and swallowed each other. The huge energy destroyed everything around them. The strong wind pressure was like They cut their bodies like weasels dancing wildly in the wind, but this did not attract their attention at all. Their bodies were already scarred due to the huge energy, and their armor and angel robes were already in ruins. In the end, the will to die gradually disappeared, but he was still struggling stubbornly.

The soft chanting was caught by Ling Aohan's ears. Nuada seemed to see something and looked behind Ling Aohan with angry eyes.

The will to die suddenly completely dissipated, and at the last moment, Nuada forcibly deviated from the path of the slashing attack. All the objects on Ling Aohan's side were completely destroyed by the Sword of Victory. Even the residue was wiped out, leaving clearly visible cracks on the ground.

Ling Aohan held the sword in his right hand and barely supported himself on one knee. His heart was penetrated from behind, leaving a burn as thick as a finger. The surrounding skin was completely scorched, and even the blood vessels in the heart were intertwined but did not interfere with each other. Burnt and stuck together. The blood was thick and black, slowly overflowing from the wound.

"what are you doing!?"

Nuada pointed angrily behind Ling Aohan with the sword in his hand. A man slowly walked out of the darkness, with a disgusting smile on his pale face.

"Don't be like this, I'm doing it for your own good."

He was wearing a purple-black magician's robe, and his voice was strange and unpleasant, with the pitch rising and falling.

"Nonsense! Get out of here now!"

"Okay, don't be so cruel. But there is an order from above to assemble you, so I came to intervene. I am not as noble as you. It is the nature of us magicians to be despicable."

His eyes looked at Seravia.

"This little girl is pretty good. If you don't want her, I'll take her away."

Seravia's gun was pointed at him the moment she saw him, and the finger that pulled the trigger was full of anger. The bullet came out of the gun and shot directly at the despicable magician.

A light blue magic circle was instantly generated on the trajectory of the bullet, easily blocking it. He still had that disgusting smile on his face.

"Don't be so nervous. If you don't want to, then I'll leave."

A light blue teleportation circle appeared at his feet, and he disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Nuada didn't know what kind of emotion made him show such an indifferent expression on his face. He just looked at Ling Aohan and raised the sword of victory in his right hand.

The sound of the sword piercing the body was heard, and blood slowly dripped down to the ground along the sword of victory. Seravia looked at Nuada in shock, as if she didn't believe that this scene was real.

Nuada stabbed herself through the heart with her own sword. Ling Aohan raised his head and saw this scene, with a smile full of respect on his face.

"Stupid, you could have easily taken my life."

"If we take your life so easily, it will damage the supreme glory of both of us. Can we continue, the king of nowhere?"

"It is a great honor. Here, I am willing to state my name. I am the angel Gabriel who announces death, the head of all angels."

"I am Nuada, the king of the Dannu clan."

The silver arm shines again, and the will of death is also ignited on Ling Aohan's sword blade. The two of them dragged their seriously injured bodies but still rushed towards each other without hesitation or showing any signs of weakness, just to protect each other's dignity and glory.

The sword blades collided with each other. At that moment, the will of death and the light of victory burst out and expanded wantonly. The two forces that shot straight into the sky tore and confronted each other without showing any signs of weakness. This time, the two of them used their magic power without hesitation, even if their souls couldn't bear it and were consumed, they didn't care at all.

In the shadow behind the light of victory, Seravia forced her way into the battlefield between the two with a submachine gun in hand. Four ice picks as thick as her arms pierced her body, and the duel between the two ended.

The ice cone turned into subtle magic power and returned to nature again. Seravia fell down between Nuada and Ling Aohan like an out-of-line puppet.

Four layers of magical formations of different colors slowly rose up from under Ling Aohan. Countless ring-shaped incantation belts trapped Ling Aohan in them. Ling Aohan did not dare to act rashly until he understood the functions of these incantation belts and the magical formations.

The blue magic energy surged and expanded from inside the magic circle, and was bounced back again when it touched the spell, destroying Ling Aohan's body several times in a row. The huge magic power corroded Ling Aohan's skin and muscles like sulfuric acid, and at the same time destroyed Ling Aohan's spirit, but even so, Ling Aohan did not utter a cry from beginning to end.

He was still standing there, his clothes were in tatters, and his skin was charred as if it had been burned by magma, exposing the few remaining muscles under the skin and the bones that were already charred and yellowed. Half of his face had no skin, and the expression on his face was ferocious but pathetic. Only bones were left in his right hand, but he still held the sword in his hand tightly, which was his last glory.

Ling Aohan could no longer hear what Nuada said, and Ling Aohan couldn't see his movements clearly. He couldn't feel the existence of any part of his body. Now he was like a soul lingering in his scrapped wreckage, refusing to leave.

"You bastard!"

Nuada swung the sword of victory and slashed angrily at the shadow on one side. There was a shattering sound, and the disgusting guy slowly appeared again.

"Don't be so cruel. I'm doing it for your own good. You should know the consequences of wasting time."

A small sound came, followed by the sound of cloth rubbing against gravel. Seravia dragged his impaled body to pick up the gun on the ground, struggled to pull the bolt and pointed it at the two men.

"You... are not worthy... to be king..."

Nuada looked away, speechless. The magician took this opportunity to raise his hand, and four more ice picks penetrated Seravia's body again.

When Nuada heard the sound, it was already too late. The ice pick had already penetrated Seravia's body and there was no time to stop it.

"It's not...over yet..."

Seravia got up again, holding the gun in his hand and slowly walked towards the two of them. Her eyes were already blurry, and she could barely hold onto the gun in her hand. It was impossible for her to have the extra strength to pull the trigger.

"Hehehe, the little girl is so strong. It's a pity that I can't take you back, otherwise I will enjoy it for a long time."

Two cylindrical ice blocks condensed in the light blue magic circle, and Seravia was hit hard and flew to the wall. Several muffled groans were heard, but Seravia was still not dead, but she was no longer dead. I couldn't hold the gun, but I couldn't stand up either. Her consciousness has long been blurred, and her willpower can no longer drive this body that should have stopped long ago.

"I'm sorry...Captain..."

Seravia saw Ling Aohan who was still standing not far away. Ling Aohan heard her voice and wanted to speak, but he couldn't do it. His body was almost completely destroyed, and only his left eye was still alive. Can see the scene around me clearly.

"I... also want a family... but... I am an... orphan..."

Seravia said as she kept crawling in the direction of Ling Aohan. Stop it, we failed, sorry Seravia. Ling Aohan repeated these words in his heart, but he knew that there was no way to convey these words without speaking them out.

"I really...envy you...I still remember...that day...when you...brought me back...you...told me...that if I...had no family...then...treat you...as my family...I...want to do it again... You... tidy up... your clothes... I also want to make breakfast for you... I also want to call you... when..."

Two ice picks rose from under Seravia, bringing up the gushing blood and slowly sliding back to Seravia's body along the lines. Her mouth shape finally stopped at the word "home", with a longing smile on her face. Until finally, she fell beside Ling Aohan.

Ling Aohan still remembers the day he brought Seravia back to the church. In the rain, the young Seravia cried and grabbed the corner of Ling Aohan's clothes, telling her not to leave her. Knowing how helpless and lonely he was, he walked up to her and asked her if she could bear to never see the light of day again if she was given a home. Seravia nodded desperately, saying she just wanted a family.

After losing her parents and her younger brother, Seravia was Ling Aohan's only family. She helped Ling Aohan clean up the housework every day, prepared three meals a day for him, and washed his clothes. She always regarded herself as Ling Aohan's maid. But Ling Aohan kept telling her that she was Ling Aohan's family, and Ling Aohan always treated her like a family member. But now, because of his weakness, he lost a family member again, and the wound that had not yet healed was opened again, as if the blood in his body flowed out of the wound together with his soul, and was filled with endless hatred.

The evening bell rang, chaotically, like a naughty child ringing randomly. The will of death that expanded to the limitless area made everyone shudder, and the last thing engraved on everyone's retinas was a scene that made them despair.

The black shadow flashed past, Ling Aohan and Seravia disappeared, and the two people whose souls were taken away fell to the ground, like burnt trees that slowly peeled off and turned into dust on the ground when exposed to the wind.

The ruins were also Ling Aohan's former hometown. He held Seravia's gradually cold body and looked for his former home.

He buried Seravia in the ruins of his home and trimmed the area around her grave before turning around and leaving without the slightest nostalgia. Now he has buried all his past and completely buried it along with his heart.