The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

No matter how the court sorcerers tried to stop it, they could not shake the silver light streams in the slightest.

Diana, kneeling on one knee at the bottom of the steps, was stunned.

She stared blankly up at the dazzling Milky Way that seemed to defy all logic and flow toward her, and tears welled up in her eyes like a burst dam.

A soft, warm light enveloped her body, healing every wound and rapidly restoring her depleted spiritual essence and spirit.

Within seconds, all the wounds caused by the battle had healed, and she seemed to have returned to her peak condition, even stronger than before.

Everyone present could sense that a power that did not belong to Diana had appeared within her body, a power filled with a pure and holy aura.

This is not just a cure, but a reversed coronation.

Eric sacrificed everything, forcibly transferring the "princess's" crown and authority to his knight.

The square was deathly silent, and Raymond's face looked ashen, as if he had eaten shit.

As the last ray of light merged into her body, the towering pillar of light dimmed, and the sky at the top cleared up again.

All of this seems to indicate that the ceremony was forcibly terminated, or rather, it has already been completed.

Diana slowly opened her eyes, her face filled with overwhelming sorrow.

She suddenly looked up at the familiar figure above.

At the center of the pillar of light, Eric's figure slowly descended, stepping back onto the high platform.

The crown on his head, woven from light, now appeared even more ethereal and faint, and even his aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

Rather than saying that what stands there is a complete person, it is more accurate to say that it is an empty shell that has lost its soul.

Those bright blue eyes had long lost their luster, yet they still gazed gently downwards.

Immediately afterwards, Eric began to walk down the steps of the high platform very slowly.

As the silver light dissipated, a faint halo remained, encircling the entire path leading to the high platform.

At this moment, everyone could only stare helplessly as the prince, who seemed on the verge of disappearing at any moment, dragged his broken body toward his knight.

Diana looked at the figure walking towards her, opened her mouth, but no sound came out; only a sob escaped her throat.

Until Eric stood before her, a gentle, boyish smile appeared on his pale face, containing only the deepest love.

Then, he solemnly extended his right hand to the girl who was kneeling on one knee, as if inviting her to complete the final dance together.

Just like when the two of them danced their first dance together in the banquet hall.

Just like five years ago, she promised to go see shooting stars together.

Just like countless times, he reached out his hand to his knight...

……

Above the dream island, a sacred aura shrouded everything.

Morian's mind raced as he searched for a way to break the opponent's combination, but the absolute gap in their positions made his chances of winning virtually zero.

Just then, the "chariot" moved again.

With a powerful push-off from its two hind legs, "Battlefield" burst forth once more, transforming into a dark afterimage that tore through the air.

The same move, yet difficult to counter.

Seeing this, Morian appeared calm, having already anticipated that the other party would use the same trick again.

Not far away, the pig-headed butcher's body suddenly rose up, and a furious roar came from it.

Its thick arm swung forward, and the heavy chain with a huge iron hook at one end flew out and wrapped around the "chariot" that was charging again.

As the chains bound half of the "chariot," the "Fear Invasion" was quietly activated.

An aura of fear spread along the chains, causing the charging "chariot" to pause slightly and slow down.

But at the same time, Levim, who had been positioned at the rear of the battlefield and was dressed in a magnificent robe, began to chant in a low voice.

The law book in his hand turned on its own without wind, flipping to a certain page, and suddenly the book lit up with a dazzling light.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of holy light descended from the void above, enveloping the "chariot" bound by chains.

Soon, the slight confusion in the "chariot's" eyes disappeared, replaced by a cold fighting spirit.

It wasn't dispelling fear, but rather stripping away the emotion of fear... Morian quickly realized this.

The moment the restraints were released, the "chariot" unleashed terrifying power once again, assuming a charging stance.

Snap! Snap! The sound of chains breaking rang out.

The chains that the pig-headed butcher was so proud of were actually snapped by the force they generated, shattering into pieces and falling to the ground.

Even more deadly is that the forced duel channel has been regenerated, with the "Chariot" and Morian as the endpoint, blocking all space for dodging.

At the end of the passage, Morian seemed to have no means to stop it, and could only wait for the breath of death to rush towards him.

The "chariot" suddenly increased its speed, its spear pointing directly at the enemy ahead, about to collide a second time.

Pfft!

The incredibly realistic sound of flesh being pierced echoed through the passage.

But Morian, who was pierced by the spear, simply turned into a ray of seven-colored light and dissipated into the air.

The duel portal vanished quickly, clearly indicating that the one directly hit was merely an insignificant clone.

Long before the "chariot" launched its attack, he had secretly created a clone and had it lie in wait nearby, in preparation for the next duel charge.

He, meanwhile, used the moment when his clone attracted attention to instantly switch the positions of his main body and the clone in order to withstand the deadly charge.

This is a bold attempt, even a bit of a gamble.

He was betting that once the "chariot" started charging, it would be difficult to switch targets again, because the duel channel could only lock onto one person.

If you win the bet, you can negate a potentially fatal "duel invitation".

At that moment, Morian's true figure appeared not far away.

As soon as he appeared, his right hand swiftly reached into his robes and pulled out the revolver he always carried.

The gun was not aimed at the armored "chariot," but at Levim, who was behind it holding a codex and a scepter.

In comparison, the "Bishop's" defense will definitely be weaker. Moreover, Levim is the core of the dream. As long as he can be defeated, any number of derivatives will collapse on their own.

boom! boom! boom!

Morian pulled the trigger repeatedly, and the muzzle of the revolver burst into dazzling flames as all six alchemical bullets were fired.

These bullets usually have armor-piercing properties, but that doesn't mean they are weaker than regular bullets against unarmored targets; on the contrary, they are often more powerful.

Despite the sudden attack, Levim remained calm, seemingly not regarding the attack as a threat.

His scepter flickered slightly, and the six rapidly flying alchemical bullets suddenly stopped, then fell straight to the ground, as if all their kinetic energy had been frozen.