Chapter 613

Chapter 235 Nirvana Part Four

In the distance, the light of the miracle faded away.

I stood there for a long time, not seeing any further actions from the Church.

The lightning, the holy spear, and the faint trembling in the air all vanished at the moment the light column swept past. Even the location where Angel and the others had been standing was already destroyed by the light column. Large tracts of land collapsed with a rumbling sound.

Coming back to my senses, the boundless grassland I once saw was no longer there; only the burning flames reflected in my eyes. Without the divine relic’s restraint, the raging fire began to spread again. The flames and scorching winds suddenly rushed towards me, reddening my face.

Above, the divine body that had regained its ability to move slowly floated out from the crack. The fire flowing from its chest had turned into bright red lava. The power of sin seemed to want to drown the entire world. Soon, the surging lava would spread here, to even farther places, burning everything until nothing was left.

No one could stop it.

The Church, the divine relics—all were powerless before the true divine body…

Angel and the others… might have run out of options…

They might have even died…

Only I was left…

Damn…

Damn! Damn! Damn it—!!!

I almost bit my teeth to pieces.

Fear, torment, deep helplessness bred and churned in my heart. My legs trembled, stiff to the point where I could hardly take another step. All I wanted was to escape. But the next moment, black mist slowly rose from beneath my feet, wrapping around the scythe in my hand and the petite body.

I turned my head again, looking towards the fallen mountains at the edge of my vision.

At this moment, I had somewhat calmed down, realizing that the direction was probably not where the small village was. The chances of Grandmother Claire and the others being affected were small, but…

This was only temporary…

If no one could stop that thing, the world would fall into a true hell, and no one could survive… Grandmother Claire, the villagers, all of Hillgaya, even the Valen Empire, Isenbel… Father and Mother… Victoria… No one could survive such a calamity…

Where could I escape to then…

…I must do something.

Only I… the one with chaotic powers… had a chance to complete this task…

It was almost too late…

Only I could seize this opportunity to completely eliminate it…

Otherwise, when it left here, drawing more blood with the sin fire, regaining its full strength…

It would be too late to do anything…

Everyone would die…

How could I…

Just watch such things happen…

How could I!!!

Bang—

A thick ice pillar burst forth from beneath my feet, propelling me upward over ten meters. The dead smoke swirling around me grew denser. I hammered my stiff legs, stepping into a moonwalk, leaving a streak of black in the sky as I charged toward the unstoppable divine body.

At this moment, the girl made the most foolish decision in her heart.

Even though she still feared.

Even though she thought she might die here after giving her all, unable to stop the divine body.

She thought that even if she somehow succeeded and survived, she might be caught by a sudden Church member. She realized that she was just someone’s experimental tool, that Angel had deceived her, and the Church had used her, including using her power to kill the divine body.

She thought of these things.

She realized her decision was extremely foolish.

But at the same time, in the midst of blood and fire, the howling wind, the rumbling earth, in the depths of the girl’s tumultuous heart, a deeper, intertwining light and shadow emerged in the silent depths.

“Oh, whose child is this…”

In the simple village, wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, the morning fog not yet dissipated. A thin, smiling old grandmother looked warm, like the sun in spring.

“Child, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid…”

“Come, let’s go home with Grandma…”

“Alya, you’re getting married…”

“So what! Does getting married mean I can’t admire handsome men anymore?”

“Barr, you dare curse me!”

“I dare!”

“Is marriage fun…”

“It just feels like everything happened too fast, I’m not ready…”

Dark smoke surged from the devastated village, and the massive monster suddenly stood up. In an instant, that thin, crying face, with a resolute stance, blocked the way.

“Alya—!!!”

The chaotic scene receded like a tide, the brightly lit bedroom filled with fragrance. The charming lady held a wooden comb, smiling playfully: “Miss Sylvie, you smell of lilac, just like me. Go on, smell it…”

“Don’t move…”

“In the past, I often combed Pepe’s hair like this…”

“Pepe…”

That beautiful face couldn’t help but reveal a hint of sorrow: “Are you really Pepe…”

Dust scattered with the wind, snow crunched underfoot. The imposing duke surveyed the castle grounds, his smile tinged with nostalgia: “This used to be a forest, back when you were little…”

“Your eyes were wide open, innocent, like a doll…”

“I remember your first steps, calling me Daddy… so many things, I remember clearly, but you… you don’t remember anything…”

“Hahahaha—!”

“Love! Eduard! Brother, you’ve raised such a fine son!”

“I’m called… Sylvie…

“Yes, I am… Peyello…”

In the midst of the laughter-filled hall, the drunk girl waved her little hand and said intermittently to everyone, “You… you’re going to fight… people will die in war… so many will die…”

“Please, don’t kill civilians, don’t take their… things… if there really is a war… please help my father and mother, help my brother achieve victory… I thank you…”

“She called me mother, Scargil, did you hear that? She called us…”

On a snowy day, the carriage moved away from the castle gate, slowly retreating, as the beautiful lady ran two steps behind, her voice choked with sobs.

“Pepé! You have to be safe over there—!”

“Discuss matters with others first, don’t rush to act on your own!”

“Come back safely…”

That voice gradually faded away in the heavy snow.

“Take me… to the moon…”

One quiet night in the palace, someone sang a heart-wrenching ballad in a courtyard overgrown with weeds, “Let me sing forever… I want to break free from this mundane prison…”

She flew in the sky, her hair like the sea, drifting and wandering.

“My father king fell down and died when he was drunk… privately ridiculed as ‘the king with broken wings,’ that year I was fourteen…”

“They all thought I had gone mad…”

“Eisenberg is a free country, thanks to Queen Elizabeth, if not for her determination to abolish the old laws…”

“Wait until you grow up a bit more, wait until you understand what you truly like…”

“Call me Vicki…”

On a flat path, a young girl walked side by side with a silver-armored swordsman, their heights contrasting sharply. Soon after, the swordsman said something, provoking the girl to kick him, but he twisted her around awkwardly to avoid it.

“You’re angry again…”

Under the trees in the courtyard, someone stroked her little head.

“I have so much to do… My teacher, Mr. Ryan. His life has been dedicated to establishing the heart for heaven and earth, and securing the fate of the people. Now at seventy years old, he still stands with the weak…”

“I want to be like him.”

Under the sunlight, roses bloomed on the white walls. In the carriage outside the Royal Academy square, an elderly woman with half her body paralyzed babbled on, her mind a bit muddled and her speech unclear, “They were all my students. In the future, some of them will become pillars of society, cough… some will take responsibility and become family leaders… and even greater ones will shoulder the mission of humanity, receiving knighthood from the Papal State…”

“She’s only sixteen, yet she’s already… a hero who saved the city…”

“Grandma followed Grandpa all her life, listening to his words about ‘securing the fate of the people,’ and she listened for a lifetime… Xi Xi, do you understand? There are many forms of ‘strength’ in this world, once they come, they can’t be stopped, not even the desire to resist rises…”

“What Grandma thinks is… to nurture them into better people, to carry on Grandpa’s spirit from here…”

“In you, Grandma sees the shadow of Ryan when he was young…”

“This is her final wishes…”

The elderly woman quickly lost her grace.

She lay in bed, her pupils dilated, emitting a faint stench of decay.

“Xi, the notes left by Ryan… are about swordsmanship… I copied new ones for you… take them…”

“Grandma’s health… is very good… don’t tell Sword Saint Grandpa, don’t affect… his work…”

“Ahh… Xi… Ji… Min… wu… need… you…”

Under the starry sky, the scent of grass and wood filled the air. Across the riverbank, lights twinkled, and the girls who had been frolicking grew tired, lying down on the lawn together, gazing at the May Day moon.

“Is it like this, swoosh, swing the scythe, cleanly cutting off the heads of those monsters, saving us ignorant commoners from suffering…”

“Sarah, do you admire Miss Silvija very much…”

“Yes, very much!”

“She’s a hero of humanity…”

At one point, by a seemingly distant stream, a young girl dipped her swinging legs into the icy water, her eyes filled with confusion. The bearded swordsman stood beside her, speaking earnestly, “I believe what defines you should not be ‘what you are,’ but ‘what you do.’ I’m not someone who judges by appearances; I prefer to peel away the layers to see the core. Yes, maybe you are its kind, but so what? Among humans, there are those who are grandiose but wicked and despicable…”

“So, little Shirl, what do you want to do?”

“I want to… kill monsters…”

“What should I do…”

The man laughed.

He extended his hand to the girl, “What do you think of the proposal to become a Papal Knight?”

…………

“Ah!!!”

Red light turned焦