Chat group, if you have anything to say to my Holy Sword,

He was a hero of the past, Radagan.

She is the Queen of the Full Moon, whose magical skills have reached their pinnacle.

She is Lani, who inherited the Dark Moon and is the Moon Princess.

And the shadow beasts that serve the gods, Blaze.

The significance of this group of four even surpasses that of the trio of Kevin, Ratan, and Mongot who previously visited the Volcano Mansion.

however.

Facing the current Remian, they are the real challengers.

As the vessel of the Elden Ring, even though the ring's great runes have not yet returned to their original positions, her essence remains that of the only deity in this shattered world to look up to.

Radagan finally took a step forward, his voice clear but somewhat weak: "We have no intention of turning our weapons against you..."

Radagan paused, then slowly extended his hand. "But please, take the Elden Ring—"

"Return it to me"

The air seemed to freeze instantly, even the pervasive aroma of tea seemed to stagnate.

Remian's smile didn't change much, but deep in her eyes, the smile had faded.

Gently, the teapot was placed back on the table. The porcelain struck the wooden tabletop with a crisp yet unusually heavy sound.

When she raised her eyes again, her gaze swept over Radagan, the Queen of the Full Moon, Princess Lani of the Moon, and the Shadow Beast Blaze, the gentle smile on her face had vanished, replaced by a cold scrutiny.

"Return the Elden Ring... to you?" Remian took a deep breath, as if gathering her strength, and when she spoke again, her originally gentle and clear voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised anger:

"What made you say those words?"

If anyone familiar with Remian were present, they would be quite surprised to see the always smiling Remian looking furious.

Yes, Remi'an is angry.

This anger did not arise suddenly; from the moment she became the vessel for the Elden Ring, confusion and bewilderment clung to her like a fog. Even after Xiling guided her to dispel the fog and see the path ahead, her anger never disappeared and gradually intensified.

As the current vessel of the Elden Ring and the supreme controller of the Silver Law, Remian hears the prayers, the pain, and the despair of those who pray to the Silver Law at all times. She hears them! Every word, every tear, every broken heartbeat! Every surge brings suffocating agony.

So she responded. She did everything in her power to transform the blessing of silver into tiny glimmers of light, casting them upon the hands struggling in the abyss of despair.

At this moment! Radagan—the embodiment of the Golden Law, the other side of Queen Marika, the former "master" of the Elden Ring—that phrase, "The Elden Ring, return it to me!" was like a spark igniting a fuse, suddenly thrown into Remian's long-accumulated furnace of rage!

boom--!

An invisible storm erupted from Remian's center! It was no longer a silent rage, but a torrent that had burst its banks!

Her smooth white hair danced wildly without wind, and her eyes, which were once full of smiles, were now burning with pure anger!

Remian's angry gaze fell upon Radagan, Queen Renara of the Full Moon, and Princess Lani of the Moon, a gaze that seemed to pierce through their skin and look directly into the faith and desires deep within their souls.

"tell me!"

"Now that you've obtained the Elden Ring, what are you planning to do next?!"

"Restore your 'great' Golden Law?! Let your cold, biased order, which serves only the so-called 'chosen ones,' once again shroud this ravaged land? Let it continue to ruthlessly select, banish, and sacrifice those lives that are 'unworthy' in your eyes?"

"Continue your eternal rule? Create a dynasty that shines forever in gold, yet is built upon countless bones and endless lamentations? Let your bloodline and glory be 'passed down' high above, no matter how many sacrifices are buried beneath your feet!"

"Answer me—La! Da! Gang!"

"What does life mean to you?!"

Faced with Remyanna's angry question, Radagan fell into a deathly silence.

This is not the kind of reaction he should have.

He is Radagan! One of the creators of the Golden Law, the other side of Queen Marika, and the former ruler of the Elden Ring!

He should, as he has done countless times before, proclaim the inevitability and greatness of the Golden Order, and refute Remün's "ignorant ravings" with logically rigorous and brilliant legal maxims.

He understood the Golden Law, knowing every gear and every link in its chain of cause and effect. He could easily list a hundred or a thousand of the benefits and order brought by the Golden Law: it ended the chaotic War of the Giants, it established the magnificent Kingdom of the Borderlands, it blessed believers with the golden tree of health, and it established the rules for the world's operation—birth, aging, sickness, and death, the cycle of fate, all have their place and their order.

Stable, eternal, glorious... these words almost came out of his mouth, becoming the sharp sword he used to defend his faith.

However, when he instinctively tried to defend himself, his voice caught in his throat.

He was already speechless.

When Radagan was blasted away by Xiling and crashed into a desolate and unfamiliar forest on the border, the gears of fate had already quietly shifted.

Dragging his crippled divine body, Radagan embarked on a journey he had never imagined in his long life—a journey in which he was alone, stripped of his divine aura, and observed the land he had helped shape from an almost mortal perspective.

Ironically, his first stop was the Academy of Realucalia—a magic academy ruled by his former wife, Queen Renara of the Full Moon.

He walked on land once bathed in the light of the golden tree, now ravaged by the "Broken War" and a long period without a king. What he witnessed was a living, breathing picture of hell, woven from despair, suffering, and tragedy.

But in this hell, there is one thing—there is no death.

Or rather, there is no true peace.

Life has not been wiped out, but it is more suffocating than extinction.

Radagan saw that the town, once bathed in the bounty of gold, was now nothing but ruins.

The survivors—if they can even be called "human"—were like soulless shells, dragging their feet through the ruins and filth. Their eyes were empty, devoid of hope, fear, and even pain seemed numb to them.

The soul decays completely under endless torment, slowly sinking into the mire of time along with the equally rotten body.

The spark that was once called "reason" has long been extinguished. Even those individuals who can still occasionally utter mutterings or make some responses have had their inner core devoured by a frenzy, leaving only distorted instincts to drive them.

The walking dead. This cruel phrase repeatedly struck Radagan's heart.

No, he felt that description was too kind. The being before him was a pitiful echo, a cursed fate forcibly bound to a decaying body after the soul had been completely annihilated; a living sacrifice in an eternal cycle of suffering.

Radagan watched all this in silence. His golden eyes swept over every face with only empty sockets or distorted expressions, every mutilated deformity, and every writhing creature futilely gnawing at something in the shadows. He swung his massive hammer, a symbol of power, crushing the enemies who had utterly lost themselves and become mere "obstacles" blocking the path to the academy.

He remained steadfast at this stop.

Radagan entered the Rhealucaria Magic Academy and met his wife, Queen Renara of the Full Moon. Renara, who had been looking dazed, suddenly lost her wooden expression upon seeing Radagan, and her anger was palpable.

Renara angrily rebuked Radagan, roared at Radagan, and poured out the magic of the full moon upon Radagan.

Radagan silently accepted everything about Renara, and terrifying full moon magic poured down on his mutilated body until tears streamed down Renara's face.

The attack stopped and Radagan spoke, but he did not explain the past betrayals—those seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

He told Rena La the truth that destroyed her world—about Marika, about the root cause of the broken Elden Ring.

At the same time, he calmly stated the purpose of his return to this place—not to reminisce or repent, but because he needed the Great Rune in the other person's hand to rebuild his body.

After Rdagan told Queen Full Moon everything, Renara said she wanted to go too, as she didn't want to be separated from Rdagan again.

She—didn't want to be alone.

As for Radagan being the half-body of the former Eternal Queen, Renara didn't care.

But there is one problem they need to solve.

After the Elden Ring is retrieved, who will be the container for it?

If the Elden Ring is reintegrated into Rdagan's body, will the Eternal Queen Marika, who has been silent all along, awaken again?

Radagan thinks it's probably true.

Once Radagan, as her half-body, reaccepts the Ring of Law and becomes a complete "god," then Marika's will will inevitably awaken in the furnace of divinity and once again dominate this divine body.

Was the "he" at that time still the "Radagan" that Renara knew?

Will the "Will" at that time regard Renara as an ally, or... another "obstacle" that needs to be abandoned?

The answer is obvious.

So he chose another path.

His children, Lani, Michaela, and Marlenia, were all once divine beings, and were qualified to inherit the Elden Ring.

Thus began his second leg of the journey.

The goal—the sacred tree.

This was a much longer journey, not unlike his first, but when he arrived at the sacred tree, he saw corruption and impurity.

The crimson corruption has polluted the sacred tree. The unclean, not recognized by the Golden Law, wander around the sacred tree. Yet these beings, not recognized by the Golden Law, retain their own will. Even though their lives are short and they can be easily killed, they are truly alive.

What... is this?

Upon witnessing this scene, Radagan's heart began to undergo a certain change.

That is a crack in the faith in the Golden Law.

At that very moment, the once glorious golden tree in the distance began to undergo a dramatic transformation, with gold being replaced by silver.

Anger surged within Radagan, which hastened his actions considerably.

But this was destined to be a futile journey.

Because the people he was looking for had already left the sacred tree.

Michaela was kidnapped.

Marlene has recovered and left the sacred tree.

Perhaps some people know the whereabouts of these two divine beings, but these people will not be encountered by Radagan.

And so the third journey began.

Target—the royal city.

Maricus died at the hands of those who stole the Elden Ring.

Lada, who had not yet arrived in the capital, witnessed this scene.

The Death Rune had also fallen into the enemy's hands, but Radagan was no longer able to think, for a light appeared in his eyes...

Hope, sanctity, and order—that is a silvery light that can illuminate people's hearts.

The cracks are spreading rapidly.

Do not!

A sense of discontent welled up in Radagan's heart, and he decided to travel to the royal city of Rodel to personally verify some things.

However, when he arrived in the royal city of Rodel...

"My name is——"

A clear sound reached Radagan's ears.

"Xiling! The Silver King!"

As if drawn by the cries of this lifetime, people’s souls returned once more to that decaying body, and they cheered and shouted for the great Silver King.

Radagan escaped.

He and Rena La left the royal city of Rodel.

At that moment, he encountered a person, or rather, a werewolf.

Blaze.

Lani's shadow.

Led by the other party, they found their daughter who should have died, the Moon Princess—Lani.

Facing one's parents.

Lani revealed her plan: she would accept the Elden Ring and become the new deity.

Lani was clearly hiding other secrets, but she said nothing.

And Radagan didn't ask anything.

The final journey has begun.

But my initial feelings have changed...

Faced with Remian's roar.

Radagan slowly lowered his hand.

"Yes"