The bard fantasized again.

Chapter 77 The Sword of Dawn (Please read on! A crucial day!)
Tang Qi didn't know how to describe what was happening before him...

soul?

But she clearly doesn't have a 'body'.

Its entire body radiated a dazzling light, which, although unable to pierce the surrounding darkness, nearly blinded Tang Qi.

Tang Qi couldn't see her facial features, but could only discern from the shape of her soul that she was a woman with a graceful figure.

However, precisely because it was a soul entity shrouded in light, Tang Qi was unable to see some of the more obvious physical characteristics.

But in any case, this is quite different from his previous guess of 'Los Santo'.

Although gods will always descend to the mortal realm in various forms for different reasons.

The appearances of these incarnations are mostly different, depending entirely on the needs of the gods.

However, the legendary 'God of Dawn' usually manifests his miracles as a muscular man with golden skin.

He would wear a noble robe in the color of champagne gold or exquisite gold plate armor, and his demeanor would be cheerful and proud.

In comparison, the one in front of me looks far too simple.

It's also too much...

sad.

"Who...deity are you?"

The soul before him slowly shook its head:
“I would never dare to covet the power of the gods; I am but a soul that sleeps in slumber.”

Tang Qi recalled his earlier speculation about the rubble, that the temple might be 'worshipping' something, and then he realized:

"Is this where your remains, or your soul, are laid to rest?"

She nodded in agreement, but seemingly wanting to save time, she simply stated her purpose:
"My name is [Dawn], I have forged myself with great achievements, and my sword is the point of glory."

He once used his sword to slay the filth and bring dawn.

At the end of their lives, the Golden Kingdom is rife with conflict and internal strife, and false gods are rampant, vying for divine authority.

With the radiance of glory, I pierced the heart of the evil god, but could not withstand his dying counterattack, and perished together with him.

The world sings praises of my great deeds, calling me the "Sword of Dawn."

Tang Qi felt that he had heard the name "Golden Country" somewhere before.

In fact, that memory surfaced not long ago.

It seems that I didn't take it seriously before and ignored it, so much so that I can't even remember where I heard about it now.

Left with no other option, I can only conclude:
"So you are not a god. You are a... hero."

As he uttered those words, he realized that the light emanating from the soul before him seemed even more dazzling.

No wonder he's so insistent on praising her; she probably enjoys it too, doesn't she?
"Then what is this place, a soul space? And why did you bring me here?"

"But as time flows and years erode, death also finds its place of rest within us..."

"Sorry to bother you."

Tang Qi scratched his slightly annoyed ear.

"Can you speak normally like me? You know, although I can understand these elegant words, they are a bit too complicated, and the intonation and rhythm are not the same."

When my ears receive these words, they have to go through my brain to process them before I can understand their meaning more deeply.

Let's skip this step, okay? Let's get straight to the point.

"I--"

The soul before him paused for a moment, then coughed twice, awkwardly switching back to the common language.
"My life ended because of the false god, but even as I was dying, I sealed it within the blade."

The people of the Golden Kingdom enshrine my undying soul in this tomb, using magic to sustain my existence, hoping that I can suppress the remnants of the false god for a long time.

But I don't know when it started, no one has come here to repair my tomb or maintain my soul.

This caused the seal to gradually loosen, allowing the aura of death to dwell and fill this resting place.

even……

It attracted outsiders.

"Does that 'outsider' you mentioned look like a bald skeleton?"

[Dawn] paused, then realized:
"You've already seen him?"

"In fact, we followed him all the way here."

While explaining, Tang Qi couldn't help but complain,

"He acted like a fanatic, putting on a show for us, trying to take away a girl from our camp, saying that her head was the 'perfect' one."

They even wanted to use her to sew together a 'perfect work of art'—that is, a corpse.

Considering he was a necromancer who dealt with corpses all day long, I can understand it.

After all, I've heard that the Poets' Academy even reveres interactions between humans and beasts. It's not surprising that these necromancers have a fondness for corpses, but…

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

Tang Qi noticed that the aura emanating from the [Dawn] spirit was sometimes dimming and sometimes dazzling. "I was deeply shocked," she explained.

"Then you're a normal person."

Tang Qi changed the subject back to...
"In short, the result was that we dealt him a heavy blow. To prevent him from coming back the next day, we chased him all the way here—"

"Now that we've met, it's just in time. I'd like to ask, why, even though we activated the mechanism, couldn't we find an entrance to the tomb?"

"Because of the craftsman's design, in order to open up the passage, it is necessary to 'praise me'."

"Is this what you requested?"

"No."

"Really?"

"That's not true!"

As Tang Qi listened to her increasingly agitated response and watched the light on her body flash more frequently, he felt that it did not stem from her anxious explanation.

It's more like the shame of being exposed.

So you're enjoying it too, aren't you?

Seemingly noticing Tang Qi's increasingly strange gaze, Chen Xi quickly steered the conversation back to the main topic:
"Since you've come seeking revenge, perhaps I don't need to make any further requests of you regarding the troubles within the tomb..."

"No, Ms. Dawn."

Tang Qi waved his hand hurriedly.

“One thing at a time. ‘Seeking revenge on a necromancer’ and ‘helping you get rid of the scourge of the tomb’ are two different things—we can seek revenge without killing anyone.”

"What do you mean?" She was a little confused.

Tang Qi rubbed his fingers together with hers:
"If you are seeking help from others, shouldn't you also be prepared to offer appropriate compensation?"

"If the aura of death is allowed to continue, the entire Golden Kingdom will return to the cholera of the past..."

"In fact, there is no longer any 'Golden Kingdom' in this world."

"what?"

"Leaving aside the orcs, this continent currently only has the Lords' Alliance on the east coast and the Terran Empire in the west."

The "Golden Kingdom" you spoke of may only exist in the forgotten history...

Just as he finished stating the facts, Tang Qi saw her light dim.

He then realized that reality seemed somewhat cruel to this former hero—

To protect that land and its people, she was willing to sacrifice herself for glory.

But they found that their efforts were meaningless in the face of the passage of time.

"Is this so..."

【Dawn】finally understands the truth behind why no one repairs this tomb anymore.

She sighed, seemingly losing interest in continuing the conversation.

"All the treasures buried with me beneath the tomb will be given to you."

"make a deal."

“But you need to be careful. I can sense that the seal on the false god is gradually loosening—because His body is about to be completed.”

Tang Qi suddenly realized: "That 'perfect work of art' was prepared for the false god?"

He genuinely believed it was just the necromancer's twisted sense of humor.

"When you corner him, that person might, in order to survive, guide the false god to break the seal and descend prematurely..."

The dawn light drifted gently to Tang Qi's ear, whispering a line of obscure incantation in a soft, calm tone.

"If you encounter any insurmountable difficulties, summon me."

I will use my final glory to extinguish it.

Before Tang Qi could say anything more, the darkness before him suddenly vanished.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself back in front of the broken stone statue.

The words "dawn" gradually dimmed under the moonlight.

But all I could hear was the rumbling sound of rolling stones.

The statue in front of us gradually moved.

This reveals a downward path.

Ambion pinched her nose.

So that their sensitive noses wouldn't smell the stench unique to rotting corpses in the passageway.

The rubble cried out in surprise:
"This is where a corpse should rest!"

(End of this chapter)