Huh? Are they all real?.

He, however, was able to save the girl in front of him who had always lived for him.

He stepped into the deep darkness ahead and stood suspended in mid-air.

Saint Constantine once fought against the demons of the abyss and finally went to the abyss to confront all evil.

Then he redeemed the daughter of the abyss from its clutches.

At the cost of their own lives.

And now, this is what Moen is going to accomplish again.

This is a miracle that only this power could accomplish.

Ignoring the process and cause and effect, one can give the answer simply by referring to the beginning.

The rosary flowers began to flutter and dance around Moen in the wind.

Accompanying the saint as he slowly approached the girl with her eyes closed.

Finally, amidst countless shades of deep blue, Moen stood before the girl.

All you need to do is gently reach out and touch her soft cheek.

The invasion of the abyss and the malice of the devil vanished in an instant.

The flesh and blood that had been taken by the dark forces were also returned.

The terrifying crack beneath their feet completely closed.

But the girl still didn't open her eyes.

Because she was still waiting for her own death.

It is not the devil's malice that has sealed her off, but simply her own wish.

The abyss gave her lover's heart, wanting her to suffer the world's torment.

The saint redeemed her for this, but in doing so, he also made her unable to love anyone else.

Therefore, the cold world without the saints only made her want to escape.

Moen was perfectly aware of this.

Because he could see everything about the girl.

After stroking the girl's cheeks, which were gradually warming up, for a moment.

Moen gently kissed the girl and said:

"Please allow me to give you a new name, Astrid Chloris. This name means a beautiful and vibrant life, shining like a star!"

The witch disliked her name, because it was given to her by the abyss.

At Moen's call, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Overwhelmed with joy, tears streaming down her face, she said to her beloved:

"I thought I was the only one who knew this."

Moen gently wiped away the girl's tears and said:

"That's not the case now, because I know that too."

Unable to bear it any longer, the girl burst into tears and hugged her lover tightly.

This was the only light in her bleak life.

He was also the only love of her long life.

She tried to love the world and everything she would see in the future, but she couldn't, because she couldn't find anyone who could do the same for her.

That single ray of light illuminated her world and completely captured her heart.

Although the girl couldn't stop crying at this moment, she was happier than ever before.

She came seeking death, but her heart died before she jumped into the abyss—no, when she was rescued from the abyss.

This is a death that is thousands of years too late.

Because she finally found a reason to die.

She could finally leave this cold world that had long since frozen her to death.

But she really didn't expect that.

She was able to witness such a miracle at the very end.

She is alive, and she was saved by her lover once again!

The moment she hugged Moen, the poor girl felt warmth in her heart again.

That feeling truly captivated her to the point of addiction.

This cold, gray world is finally filled with sunlight.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! Thank you for coming back to me, thank you for staying with me!"

In her incoherent ramblings, the girl, who had once again found redemption, kept saying thank you without needing to say it.

Moen gently leaned against the girl and then patted her back contentedly.

"I have redeemed your soul from the abyss once again. From now on, you can live for yourself, my dear child!"

The words she had heard once before sent a shiver down her spine.

Because that was the last thing he said to himself that year.

And this time, the same words were filled with heartbreaking exhaustion, just like they were back then.

What terrified the girl even more was when she looked up at her lover.

She noticed that he looked so haggard, and he was practically leaning on her.

The witch, who had been floating in the air, slowly descended to the ground.

The arena in the sky shattered completely at that moment, and the gods and kings were finally able to see everything inside.

Then the gods and kings fell into an endless silence of astonishment and regret.

What had happened before was happening to them once again.

The saint who redeemed the witch after defeating the abyss fell into the witch's arms once again.

Moen, whose eyelids felt incredibly heavy, was now completely embraced by the witch.

"don't want."

Amidst the uncontrollable spinning, Moen vaguely heard the witch's voice, and he could barely make out her face, which seemed about to burst into tears.

Then, with a smile, she reached out and tidied up her messy hair.

"Don't cry, everything is alright, isn't it?"

The witch nodded repeatedly, trying to hold back the tears that were about to burst forth.

Only then, under the watchful eyes of the gods and kings, did the saint peacefully close his eyes in the witch's arms.

The gods and kings all sighed and left, and the witch's once sun-drenched, gray world returned to its cold state.

The witch, who could no longer cry, clung tightly to the saint.

She was still wearing that tattered and disheveled black dress.

This is both a mourning dress and a wedding gown.

Chapter 273 Utter Shame (4k)

Meeting someone means falling in love, and falling in love means saying goodbye. That's how it was the first time.

The second time, it was the same.

Losing your love is a devastating experience, but the despair that goes far beyond that is regaining it only to lose it again immediately.

Seeing her lover finally close his eyes again, the witch could no longer hold back and broke down in tears.

Unstoppable tears streamed down Moen's clothes.

Ultimately, they were transformed into gems.

The eldest son, who was destined never to be born, finally lost his last chance when the witch opened her eyes.

Therefore, He died completely, and the extraordinary properties of the entire abyss that had bound His inner body also completely dissipated.

In short, the abyss, which existed since the beginning of creation, was destroyed.

This worried the gods, for they did not know what the world would become without the Abyss.

But at least for now, everything seems to be normal.

But this world has gained a new path to divinity.

However, the position of the god in the abyss was not left vacant.

Because she is the unique manifestation of the Abyss, and because she is located at the place where the eldest son died.

Therefore, the gods were not surprised that the extraordinary properties emanating from the abyss would continuously flow into the witch's body.

But what puzzled them was how the witch had completed the ascension ritual of the Abyss.

This is a question that almost no one can answer right now.

Because no one knows what the ritual for becoming a god in the Abyss is.

Without even knowing the ritual, there's naturally no way to speculate.

After all, the eyes that yearn for the future and the truth have gone blind.

The gods could only speculate that it might have been the work of saints.

Saints are the people in this world who understand the Abyss best, apart from the Abyss itself.

The witch, realizing she had ascended to godhood, cried even louder.

Because she knew what the ritual for ascending to godhood in the abyss was—a sublime sacrifice!

It was at this moment that she saw her lover in her arms radiating a dazzling light, and the powerful force that had once been used to confront the abyss dissipated rapidly with the light like a flood.

"Ah—! Ah—! No, no, I don't want this, I want you back."

I want you back!

The witch had completely collapsed; she couldn't stop the radiance from dissipating.

They could only watch helplessly as their last hope slipped away.

Even though she has ascended to godhood, at this moment she is as vulnerable as a child who has lost her parents.

As the last ray of light faded away.

The witch had cried until she could no longer make a sound.

Countless black gems were scattered on and beneath the saint.

Those are the tears of a goddess, pure gems formed in the abyss.

This contrasts beautifully with the sea of ​​jasmine flowers that are blooming and spreading outwards from the two people.

Soon, all the survivors of the Old World saw the blooming sea of ​​deep blue flowers.

After a brief moment of confusion, the people who had just been cheering that the dark sky had finally been pierced fell silent.

They looked at each other, and then walked together toward the center of the sea of ​​flowers.

In the end, they all saw the two people in the sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

Those are new gods and new kings.

This should have been a momentous event that the whole world would have cheered for, a miraculous epic that every bard would have eagerly celebrated.

But now, everyone knows what happened there.

The goddess's tears are the greatest proof.

It was still an incredibly grand event, but it no longer carried any joy.

Although the new king was crowned, the original king was already dead.