Burning flames, falling night stars, flowing blood, and wailing souls.

Everything is interpreting the meaning of ending.

In the night sky, the old appearance of stars is no longer there.

The lightless dark moon hangs above the sky, blending with the night as always, and even the outline cannot be observed with the naked eye. Dozens of dim stars surround the dark moon, as if they are guarding its existence.

On the farther sky, stars shine, hundreds or thousands of night stars gather together densely, surrounding the dark moon and the stars around her in the center. The brilliant starlight gathered together, full of oppression, and eroding the night around the dark moon bit by bit.

The night sky tonight is destined to be noisy. In a blink of an eye, another meteor fell from the stars, crossing the night sky, and disappeared at the end of the sky. This meteor was not the beginning or the end. With its fall, the stars became brighter, and the light around the dark moon became dimmer.

Correspondingly, everything that happens on the ground is no less than the sky.

The magnificent Dark Moon Temple stands on the ground in a physical form. Around it, more than 40 temples are closely arranged in a compact manner, making the Dark Moon Temple guarded by the Dark Moon Temple airtightly.

Before tonight, at least two thousand apologists and loyal believers of each temple were gathered in more than forty temples. Since these loyal warriors gathered here, they have already prepared themselves for tonight.

Psychological preparation for martyrdom.

Yes, the powerful soldiers were ready to die tonight, because although their combat power was quite considerable, the enemy was even stronger.

The enemy is the whole world.

Warriors from 63 countries and 972 temples gathered together, and the number of high-level warriors alone exceeded 30,000, and countless ordinary warriors. It can be said that at least 70% of the warriors in the entire world gathered here. Their arrival was only for the scene to be staged tonight.

A few days ago, these tens of thousands of warriors had already formed a vague surround against the Dark Moon Temple and the temple projection group around it. There had been many frictions between the two sides over the past few days, but there was no full-scale war until the arrival of tonight.

Tonight is war night.

The blood-stained swords and shields waved in the night, taking away the wailing souls; magic roared in the crowd, demonstrating its own power; the light of the magic flashed, allowing the power of the gods to descend into the world. Summoning objects from the illusion world and walking dead spirits were mixed together, and each charged forward under the command of their own summoners. The thieves in the shadow licked the black dagger, ready to make a silent blow at any time. What flew through the sky was the deadly sharp arrows shot by the hunters, and what was entangled on the ground was the plant rhizomes summoned by the druids.

The war is getting more and more intense, and everyone is fighting to the best of their strength. Even if they sacrifice their lives, they are willing to sacrifice their lives. It has nothing to do with hatred, good and evil, and everything is just for the survival of this world.

The soldiers who defended the side contracted within the coverage of the projection of the temple group and refused to step out. The guards in the realm of their own gods gave the soldiers an amazing leap in their strength and gave them almost endless physical strength, fighting to the death like tirelessness. However, unfortunately, the gap in strength was like an insurmountable gap, blocking the soldiers tightly.

The overall strength is far higher than our own, and the number is more than ten times different. The defending soldiers are unable to escape the end of death no matter how brave they are.

As the commander-in-chief of the Dark Moon Goddess, Shaul Wright, the combat priest who did not join the battle, was the only defending warrior who did not join the battle. Even those devout ordinary believers who worked as handymen in the temple had already been on the front line and defended the goddess with their lives, he still did not join the battle.

Dressed in a brand new priest robe and a silver sacred mace hanging around her waist, Shuer walked in the only physical temple on the battlefield - the Dark Moon Temple, passing through the gate, passing through the prayer hall, and passing through the sermon hall, slowly pushing open the gate of the Dark Moon Hall, the core of the temple - the Dark Moon Hall.

The lights in the hall were dim, and only the tall statue of the goddess stood in the middle of the holy hall, silently staring at everything in the mortal world.

In front of the statue, the blonde girl was wearing a bishop's robe and a moon crown on her head. She knelt on the ground with her back to the gate, her hands crossed her fingers and clasped her tightly, lowering her head, and constantly chanting sacred notes in her mouth.

The girl seemed to have merged with the statue of the god. The invisible divine power was emitted from the statue of the god, and it spreads to the surroundings with the girl as a hub, entangled with the divine power emitted in the shadows of the temples around it, forming this sacred realm that protects the warriors on the defensive side.

In fact, not only the girl, but every shadow of the temple around it, in its original holy hall, the archbishops who represent the gods of the church who have been chanting in front of the statues like the girl, connecting the holy realms of the gods together and guarding the warriors who fought for their faith.

The expressionless Shuer slowly walked behind the girl's back, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the girl's head without saying a word, gently stroking the girl's soft blonde hair. The devout bishop girl did not move or speak, but a teardrop oozed out of the corner of her eyes.

"It should be too late to look at your expression." Xiuer's expression was extremely calm, and his voice was as calm as ever. "One step difference, right?"

The girl said nothing and nodded gently, and tears at the corners of her eyes finally slid down her cheeks.

"I understand." Shur raised his head and looked at the towering statue of the god.

The god statue looked back with soft expressions and compassion, just like the clergy of the goddess Luna of the Dark Moon, silent dedication, silent dedication, unknown love.

With a sigh, Shuer walked to the statue and slowly knelt in front of the statue on one knee. He lowered his head for the first time and kissed the toes of the statue affectionately. His movements were gentle and soothing, as if he was a lover.

"I understand." Repeating the previous words, Shuer stood up and walked towards the way he came without looking back. The moment he walked out of the Holy Hall, Shuer suddenly stopped, lowered his head and remained silent for a moment before saying, "Thank you for all these years, thank you, and I also failed, I'm sorry."

The gate of the holy hall was silently closed again, and the girl in front of the statue had tears on her face again.

Perhaps because of the wind brought about when the gate was closed, the candlelight in the holy hall jumped, and the flashing light shone on the face of the statue, and the corners of the statue's eyes were brightly distorted, just like tears flashing.

Following the way he came, through the sermon hall, through the prayer hall, and through the gate of the temple, Shur closed the main entrance of the temple for the first time, stood above the high stairs, staring at the killing below with expressionless expression.

The war continues.

The soldiers fell one after another, attacking the side and defending the side, and their lives tonight were so fragile, and for both sides.

Another night star fell, and another temple's phantom collapsed. However, the soldiers had no time to take care of these. The only thing that filled their consciousness was to fight, fight again.

The eyes were filled with dark redness, the nose was filled with the burning stinking of corpses, the ears were echoing the roar of magic and the clanging of weapons collisions, and the mouth was savoring the fishy sweetness of blood. What dominated tonight was death and war.

No one retreated or escaped. For both sides, they had lost their way out. The only meaningful thing was to defeat the enemy.

The front line was advancing little by little, and fewer soldiers on the defending side were defending, and the defense circle became weaker and weaker. More and more soldiers on the attacking side tore open the enemy's defense circle and break into the inside, making the defense circle that had blocked them for half a night become scattered.

However, even so, the defending soldiers still fought to the death, constantly putting huge pressure on the attacking side, especially the line of defense in front of the Dark Moon Temple, which dragged the attacking side for half an hour. When the attacking side finally cleared the road and the main attacking troops climbed the stairs, the first thing they saw was Shuer, who was still guarding the door of the temple expressionlessly, and the corpses of hundreds of powerful men scattered on this huge platform.

The strong men who had fought side by side, the strong men who usually chatted and laughed happily, and the omnipotent strong men in the past fell one by one in front of Shuer, but Shuer was still standing, standing at the door of the Dark Moon Temple, as if he would never fall down.

The sacrifices of the strong make sense, and they do what they hope to do.

Shuer was gasping for breath, and the seventy-seven wounds on his body were emitting a scorching pain, telling him that his body had reached the brink of collapse, his mental power had been exhausted, and even the simplest low-level healing technique could not be released. He could only let the scorching blood flow along the wound, taking away the remaining vitality.

The power in his body has been evacuated, and even the potential to temporarily stimulate using the secret technique of his hometown to consume a lot of vitality has disappeared. However, Shuer still held the nail hammer tightly and stood straight at the entrance of the temple, changing his image in the eyes of his friends, like a statue that will never fall.

Opposite him, the black-haired forest spirit, half-man and half-deer, held a hunting bow in his hand, the weak girl wearing glasses carried a half-man-high heavy sword on her shoulders, the bearded dwarf wielded a heavy battle axe, the gloomy elf mage's fingertips were leaping with lightning, the hot-body necromancer's black air was lingering behind, the short half-limbs appeared and disappeared in the shadow, and behind them, countless powerful warriors were ready to move.

"Shuer, why?" The beautiful forest spirit tree spirit girl's bow hunting was not triggered, and her expression was filled with sadness. "Why did she reach this point today?"

"God loves the world and follows the guidance of the gods. I love this world too." Shuer took a few steps back and leaned against the door. His stern face finally had an expression. It was from many years ago and friends had already seen each other, but it made friends smile with great peace of mind, "Everything is just for this beautiful world."

"So, this is what you want?" The elf mage looked back and looked out of sight, as if he had seen a scene in the distance, where millions of twisted nightmares wandered on the earth. Wherever they passed, the earth was cracked and people and animals were extinct. The collapsed earth, the erupting volcanoes, the surging tsunamis, and the scene of the end of the world was nothing more than that. The mage withdrew his gaze and asked with a calm face, "You should know what the situation is now outside. Do you want to see these?"

"Of course I know." Shure smiled tiredly and said calmly, "One-third of the sixty-three countries have fallen, and death and despair are everywhere. The question is, who wants to see these? Who is the fault of these?"

"Shuer, you blocked the final ritual and achieved today's results." The weak female swordsman's eyes were dim and her voice was choked and sobbing. "Why do you interfere with the ritual, why do you insist on doing this again?"

"Haha, because I am right, you are wrong." Shur's tone was like a verified fact, "What you do can only make things worse, and only our choices are the only hope of Pavattiga."

"Then you shouldn't have forced the interruption of the ceremony, and you shouldn't have insisted on making your current choice." The black-haired forest spirit was filled with a faint anger. "Don't you feel guilty about the three thousand priests who died because of your interruption? If there is something that cannot be said, everyone will discuss it, why do you have to hide it until the end?"

"Because everything I do is for your own good and for Pavattiga, and you will not understand it. Your eyes have been blinded by concern, so you will never find the best choice. Only me, I don't care about this world, I care about you, so I can see the truth." Shur put away his smile and stood up again, "Look, the result tonight has proved that even now, you still cannot understand my painstaking efforts. Maybe you will know that it is your choice that has sent Pavattiga to a dead end."

"It's this sentence again, and it's the so-called for us to cover up your suspicion." Lin Jing shook his head in extreme disappointment, "After so many years, you seem to have been changing, but in fact your essence has never really changed. You never know what trust is. You have never really trusted us, you have never believed, we can understand your thoughts, accept your thoughts, and share difficulties with you."

"Ha, maybe." Sure was stunned for a moment, and Shuer smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head and sighed, "But it's too late to say anything now, and there's only the last way left."

"Yes, in the end, it's up to the battle to decide right or wrong." Lin Jing bit her lips tightly and pulled the hunting bow hard. "Shuer, this is the last time I tell you that we love you and truly love you."

"I love you too, Moria, and Suff, my love has never changed." Shuer raised his mace, his voice as warm as the first time he met, "Goodbye, my dear."

The figure rushed out, the arrow broke through the air, the giant sword swayed, and blood splashed.

At the last moment, looking up at the sky, the light of the stars suddenly shone to the extreme in Shuer's eyes. The invisible dark moon shook violently in his perception, completely losing the gentle breath of the past, leaving only a dead silence.

Behind the temple collapsed, and everything went through, and was buried with the collapsed temple.

"Huh, what kind of ghost dream is this?" Xiu'er's body was shocked, and he suddenly sat up from the bed, looked around blankly for a long time before he remembered where he was.

The dancing cat seems to be drunk again and has a nightmare. Sure enough, you can't drink too much.

"Predictory? Warning? Or simply dreaming?" He opened the window and looked up at the night sky, and Shuer murmured to himself, "Did you let me see this dream? What do you want to tell me?"

The sky is full of stars, quiet and peaceful.

The silver moon is like a hook, far away in the sky, the dark moon is light and cannot be observed, but it hangs high in the middle of the sky. The gentle dark moon stares at the noisy world, silently spreading its unique energy into the world, nourishing the growth of all things in the world.

"Fortunately it's just a dream, but unfortunately, the dream will still wake up, Pavatiga, haha."
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