As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

If I try to squeeze out more power, I'm afraid this last wisp of soul will completely dissipate.

"Don't underestimate the gods. I said I would save humanity, and I will definitely do it." Phoenix smiled, his eyes moist, and choked up, "Isn't this the future you hoped for? Be happy."

"...Why, why would you have to go to such lengths? Why exhaust everything?! Even if you exhaust everything, victory isn't guaranteed! What's the point of all this?!"

Why save humanity? This was the question the almighty Phoenix had asked him.

The sobbing figure of the wizard was reflected in her scarlet eyes, and the girl raised a bright smile.

"God loves the world, that's why."

Chapter 122 His Answer

"I, Phoenix, will make a blood pact with you, my apostle [Sage] Booker."

"Are you willing to bear my soul and power, and carry the protection of my clan forever?"

Gazing at the girl's bright smile with a blush on her face, Booker closed his eyes painfully, but finally nodded and said, "I do."

"Swear by the blood oath! *2"

Phoenix raised the corner of his lips: "You just said that even if I try my best, I can't guarantee victory, right?"

"I have promised to save humanity, but whether I can finally fulfill it depends on you, my apostle."

"God is so willful..." Booker murmured, forcing an ugly smile on his tear-stained face.

"Hehe, because I believe in you, Master Sage~"

The girl leaned forward, threw herself into his arms, and lightly touched his lips.

Golden flames surged into Booker's body, and the power of the gods bloomed here.

The fleeting kiss is the best and last gift she can give to the other person.

"Okay, go save humanity."

Her whispers faded into obscurity, and her beautiful scarlet figure vanished like fireworks.

The magician's eyes were slightly moist, but burning with the power of the gods and the anger of mortals.

He lived up to Phoenix's expectations.

This is how later generations recorded that battle of salvation:

When the devil attacks, in the most desperate situation, the [Sage] steps forward, awakens the hope and courage of mankind, launches a counterattack, kills the devil, and accomplishes an almost impossible miracle.

A miracle of humanity.

However, on that day, when millions of mortals greeted the dawn and cheered for this miraculous victory, only the hero known as the "Sage" looked at the other side of the rising sun and shed tears silently.

This is the past of [Sage] and [Phoenix].

The one who saves humanity is neither a human hero nor a supreme god, but simply their ordinary emotions.

"Are you feeling bored?"

The light and shadow are mottled, and the picture is ethereal.

Suddenly, Roy returned to the tomb of the previous king.

What came into view was none other than the legendary Phoenix, the scarlet girl who sacrificed herself to save humanity.

No, it should be said that she is a young girl.

She is now just like when she was awakened by the Sage, a mere remnant soul, far from having recovered her memories to the point where she could sacrifice herself and allow the Sage to defeat the Demon King.

She sat in the mausoleum, swinging her bare feet leisurely and casually: "But this is reality."

"Whether we are gods or humans, our power is ultimately limited. To change a heavy fate, we must pay an equally heavy price."

"I understand." Nodding slightly to the little girl in front of him, Roy said, "Just like war requires bloodshed, nothing can be changed unless a sufficient price is paid."

The vermilion little girl raised her phoenix eyes and snapped her fingers.

"You are much smarter than Booker was back then. I like talking to smart people."

"In that case, you should understand that it's not easy to change your current situation."

Phoenix glanced at the other mausoleums and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought I'd see these guys again after the First Era."

"I have to say, you are quite capable to receive their blessing among the false king's blood."

"But this doesn't mean you can rest easy."

Roy's heart sank.

"Even your strength is not enough?"

"I can give you a chance to fight to the death, but whether you can ultimately win depends on whether you can unleash my power."

"And..." Phoenix paused, put away the playful look on his face, and exuded a depressing atmosphere.

"My power is different from theirs. It will place a great burden on your soul."

"Even though I have already helped you nurture your soul, allowing you to have a soul strength comparable to that of an average mid-level transcendent, carrying my power is still a burden to you."

"A burden on the soul?" Roy frowned.

Could it be that the Sorcerer's previous attack was aimed at his soul, but was only stopped by the power of the Phoenix?

Phoenix said seriously, "The soul is damaged. At the mildest, it can cause mental confusion and temporary amnesia. At the worst, it can lead to the complete destruction of personality and the extinction of the soul."

"Blood of the False King, are you sure you want to borrow my power?"

Damn it, wasn't he so casual with the Sage? Why is he so serious with me?

Roy complained in his heart, but he also knew that Phoenix's power was far less than before, and the Sage was already a high-level extraordinary person at that time, and his spiritual power soul was probably far stronger than his own.

But at this point, what is there to hesitate about?

If you retreat, you will lose everything; if you advance, you will have a glimmer of hope.

In order to grasp that ray of possibility, I have already overcome dangers countless times. How can I retreat this time?

Roy slowly exhaled, then met the girl's scrutinizing gaze and said firmly, "I need your strength."

The little girl's eyes were startled for a moment, but then she revealed a satisfied smile and jumped down from the handrail of the mausoleum.

"Very good. If you want to use divine power, you should have this level of awareness."

Following Phoenix's footsteps, Roy walked into her mausoleum.

At the deepest part of the mausoleum is an altar similar in style to the altars in the [Liyang Ruins] and Yangyan Valley.

On the wall, golden flames swirled, outlining the image of a white bird soaring. In the center of the altar, a katana radiated warmth while retaining the aura of a sharp weapon.

On the scabbard, flames slowly burned. At first glance, the blade seemed as light as clouds.

But the power contained in it is like the golden sun hanging in the sky, emitting divine power enough to illuminate the earth.

"[Phoenix Blade: Fiery Flower], this blade is forged from my ribs and blood. It carries my soul and possesses the power to sever souls. A mere touch of a mortal is enough to burn them to nothingness."

After the introduction, Phoenix turned around and shrugged: "This was originally a weapon I prepared for the apostles. Unfortunately, that nerd Booker can't use it."

"The moment you draw this blade, your soul will begin to burn, and your life will officially begin its countdown. If you cannot defeat the Pale Queen before the end, no god can save you."

Phoenix's eyes pierced as he issued a final inquiry: "Even if it means burning yourself to death, you must change your fate. Blood of the False King, are you prepared for that?"

War requires sacrifice and fate requires price. This is a naked, cruel but eternal truth.

For a mere mortal to challenge the Queen of the Undead is a fight that is nothing short of a fantasy. Even if it costs him his life, it is only natural.

Rather, if one could stop one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Race, saving just one person's life would be a huge profit.

That’s exactly what I thought at first.

But now my life has become so heavy that I can't just throw it away.

"Burning out and all that doesn't suit me."

Under Phoenix's puzzled gaze, Roy forced a smile: "As my brother said, I have so many beautiful sisters waiting for me at home, I can't die!"

"Besides, disobeying the teacher's orders once is enough. Abandoning the teacher is a bit disrespectful to the teacher."

The little girl blinked blankly, then burst into laughter, holding her stomach, until her beautiful eyes became slightly moist and her smile was choked with sobs.

Whether he is strong or innocent, this is his answer.

This was also the answer she had given up at the beginning.

Chapter 123 Yang Yan

"You borrowed divine power to resolve the crisis, and now you want a beautiful sister after you go back? You're so greedy!"

"Everyone should have some dreams."

Raising his head again, Phoenix wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, emitting a wonderful golden flame. At this moment, he became proud, noble and extremely majestic.

"I, [Phoenix], hereby acknowledge that you are a descendant of the previous king. I will first obey the blood contract and grant you true protection!"

With the approval of the Phoenix, Roy stepped onto the altar and grasped the divine weapon belonging to the Apostle of God.

From the depths of the soul came a burning pain, but it was replaced by an incomparably powerful force.

It's like holding the sun.

[Consume 1 Fate Reversal Point to project the Blade of the Former King! ]

The snowflakes that had been frozen in the air began to fall, and the frozen time began to flow again.

The bone giant struck down with a force like thunder, almost sinking the ground.

However, the dazzling golden blade light penetrated the thunder and the giant's indestructible arms.

The expected heavy blow did not come. Jon Snow opened his eyes in a trance, and was shocked to find that the invincible skeleton giant who was powerful enough to crush the city wall had one arm missing. With a wail, his whole body fell to the ground.

No one expected that the situation would turn around in an instant.

In mid-air, the young man on the golden-winged griffin raised the blade in his hand high, and a brilliant golden light burst out.

"Everyone, the time for a counterattack has come. It's time to make the demon invaders pay the price!"

Just like last night when they faced the Undead General, they used the fire to inspire the courage of the soldiers.

But this time, it's not just spiritual encouragement.

Jon Snow, Barry, the Golden Griffin, and even every soldier were surprised to find that a power as hot as a furnace fire surged out of their bodies, their exhausted spirits were replaced by high fighting spirit, and their blood was flowing at an unprecedented speed.

The power of the Phoenix ignited the fire in all of their hearts, burning away all resentment, unwillingness, and fear, leaving only the purest fire of their hearts.

"Come into battle with me!"

[Count Xiong] has regained the bravery of his youth, leading the charge into the enemy camp with the swiftness of a meteor.

The warriors, who should have been outnumbered, were blessed by the power of the phoenix and followed Count Bear, and actually forced back the surging undead army bit by bit.

Looking at the border troops who were bursting with courage and strength again, looking at the army who were becoming anxious, timid and tired of dealing with the problem, and looking at the pale empress who was finally a little stunned, Jon Snow's already frozen and silent heart also ignited with fire.

The fire of hope brought to him by Roy.

The boy looked back, his golden eyes burning with the same fire.

"Teacher Snow, I said I would help you realize your wish, right? So what is your wish now?"

Jon Snow was slightly startled, then raised his head, and with a hint of tears in his voice, he tried hard to squeeze out his most sincere wish at the moment.

"When this is over, I want to go back with you."

"receive."

Carrying his mentor's wish, Roy jumped down and pounced on the Undead Queen.

Under the power of the phoenix, Roy's mental strength and supernatural powers returned to their peak, but this was only temporary. When the power ended, he was afraid that he would not be able to move even a finger.

It must be resolved quickly.

The Skeleton Giant wanted to fight back, but Jon Snow summoned Frost, freezing the remaining arm and nailing him to the spot.

The young man swung his sword down on the giant's head, and the pale empress was finally unable to look down on the world from the throne, and retreated in embarrassment.

The throne of the undead was chopped into pieces by Roy's sword.

The human warriors who rallied themselves from despair, the golden light emitted by the burning souls, and the blazing soul fire in the eyes of the black-haired boy, all of this reminded the Pale Empress of that day.