Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Looking at this human who killed his most beloved sister.

But there was no hatred in my heart.

In fact, when she realized that the power of the elves' faith alone was not enough for the two of them to share, she came up with the idea of ​​creating the Skywing tribe, and then she accepted the faith of the Skywing tribe, and reproduced her to accept the faith of the elves.

It’s a pity that the child didn’t listen to my explanation, but just got stuck in a dead end.

Perhaps, I am also responsible and should not force myself too much on the child.

But now, it's too late.

On the other side, Kraft looked at the bottomless pit and his body trembled slightly.

The completely corroded child, along with the terrifying dark will, completely dissipated.

He opened his mouth, but in the end it just turned into a long sigh.

"If this thing invades your body again, I may not be able to save the world again."

"Look!" Arya spread out her palm, and the black substance was quietly floating above her palm.

It lost all its activity, no longer churning, without any sign of erosion, only a dead silence, like a completely withered seed.

"She's dead." Arya's voice was soft and strangely calm, as if she was stating a very simple fact.

She turned her gaze from the darkness in her palm to the huge pit. "I will never be resurrected again, and I will never bring disaster again."

Lord stared at the wisp of dark matter, then looked at Arya's seemingly calm face.

Although the goddess had promised him, he was still wary.

After all, this is a remnant of another god and the root cause of all tragedies.

If the Goddess of Fertility really died so easily, then the Goddess of Life would not have been usurped, and there would have been no subsequent battle between the demons and the coalition forces.

Arya met Lord's scrutinizing gaze without flinching.

This is the only creature that can stare at me so boldly.

But she doesn't hate it.

Lord ultimately chose silence.

Although he still had doubts in his heart, he nodded and turned his gaze to the sky. There were only thin clouds there, and the magnificent kingdom of God in heaven was nowhere to be seen.

"Aren't you taking Olivia with you?" he whispered.

Now all the remaining members of the Skywing tribe have left this world, leaving only Olivia alone to guard the huge kingdom of God.

Lord couldn't even imagine how lonely that would be.

Besides, for him, Olivia had already completed her mission.

According to his own request, he released all the power of faith accumulated by the Kingdom of God and destroyed the Demon King's City.

"She refused," Arya replied, with no anger in her tone, only the slightest hint of confusion.

She slowly closed her palms and took the dark matter into her body. "She has already signed a contract with you, sharing her life with you. It is good for her to continue living."

Olivia's life formula had been sacrificed by herself in the previous battle, which resulted in the originally long lifespan of the Skywing people being greatly reduced.

But the life formula signed with Lord perfectly made up for this.

As long as Lord lives, Olivia can live.

Although Arya had her own way to solve Olivia's life problem, since the child insisted, she no longer forced it.

After all, she had already missed it once and couldn't make more mistakes.

"It seems you have guessed it."

Lord didn't expect that the goddess would discover the way to immortality he had found so quickly, even though he had kept it a secret.

"Well, after all, you hold the power over life. I believe that with your abilities, you can naturally find a way to achieve eternal life."

"Is this a reward for the brave?"

"You may think so, but..." The goddess paused, as if hesitating, "you cannot use this authority on others."

"I understand." Lord nodded heavily.

At least for now, he did not use this authority to explore the idea of ​​granting others eternal life.

After all, the person he was going to accompany was himself a member of the immortal race.

After explaining everything, Arya turned her gaze to Kraft.

"Goodbye, Kraft."

Kraft slowly knelt on one knee in front of Arya: "It is my honor to go on this adventure with you."

Kraft originally did not believe in the goddess, but now he feels that it is time to believe in the goddess.

At first, Kraft did not guess the true identity of the priest in front of him, but as they adventured together for longer and longer periods of time, he naturally noticed that something was wrong.

That transcendent look and unparalleled strength can only be achieved by the goddess in this world.

Just now, the communication between the other party and Lord completely confirmed his guess.

The priest Arya in front of him is the legendary goddess of life Alice.

"Well, Lord," she looked at him again and spoke slowly, her voice remarkably clear in the empty ruins, "everything has been settled, and my agreement with you has been fulfilled. It's time for my era to end."

She took a few steps forward, stood on the edge of the huge pit, and her figure began to fade.

"It's time to leave this world."

Kraft was stunned. "Leave this world?"

He originally thought that the goddess's goodbye only meant the end of this adventure, but he didn't expect it to be goodbye in this aspect.

He couldn't understand why this goddess who created the Skywing tribe and had experienced so many twists and turns was going to leave this world after everything was over.

This is the last god!

Once the other party leaves, the mythological era will come to an end.

Arya didn't look back, just staring at the sky, where rays of sunlight poured down through the torn clouds.

"When an era ends, it should look like it's ending." Her voice was filled with a transcendent calm. "The children have already found their own paths. If I stay here, I will only become a ghost of the past, hindering the budding of the new."

She tilted her head slightly and looked at Lord, "You did well, Lord. Although you took away a lot from me, you also put an end to a greater disaster."

Chapter 152 A reassuring atmosphere

"It's time to hand this world over to the races beneath these gods."

Her words were filled with unquestionable determination.

"Has it been decided?"

"Ah."

If I had still had some longing for this world before, I thought that as long as the kingdom of God in heaven was still in this world and the pool of faith in it was still full, I would be able to return to this world again one day.

But Lord's actions completely dispelled this idea and helped him make a decision.

In the end, Arya chose to let go completely.

Taking all the past and the dead seed, go out of the world together.

"Lady Arya..." Craft wanted to say something, but Lord raised his hand to stop him.

Lord looked at Arya's back, looking at the goddess who made the choice he wanted to see.

There is no need for gods in the mythological age.

It is not needed now and will never be needed in the future.

But now, let me send him off for the last time.

"Thank you for everything you have done for this world and for me." Lord bowed slightly.

Arya sensed the subtext in his words, and a faint smile seemed to appear at the corner of her mouth.

It seems that this human has indeed noticed it.

The so-called destined person is never a coincidence or accident.

She didn't say anything else, but just stood there quietly. Her figure became increasingly transparent, like a reflection in the water, gradually dissipating with the ripples.

The goddess who once created the Skywing tribe, established the Kingdom of the Sky, and was closely linked to the fate of the world, has now left quietly.

She took away all the secrets, all the past, and the seed that would never sprout again.

"It's all over, Lord." Kraft murmured, his voice full of indescribable meaning.

"Yes! Congratulations, now you are a hero who saves the world."

"I clearly didn't do anything." Kraft shook his head. For a warrior, this honor was too heavy, so heavy that it almost made him breathless.

"No, you've done very well." Lord patted his shoulder. "This world needs heroes. The godslayer of the past is gone. People need a new hero to lead them on. And you, Kraft, are this new hero."

"Really? It's a heavy responsibility, but I understand."

"Yes. But within a thousand years, you don't have to worry about the possibility of the demons making a comeback."

The demons are endless.

Although he had destroyed the entire Demon King's Castle and all the monsters inside this time, there were still a large number of monsters in this world.

Perhaps a thousand years later, they will come back and bring disaster to the world again.

But now Lord didn't want to think about these things, he just wanted to meet someone.

"I'll leave it to you from now on. Someone is still waiting for me, and I can't let her wait too long."

Kraft was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Ah, Celie? Go quickly. Don't let the wait turn into another thirty years."

Lord nodded and said no more.

He took a last look at the huge deep pit, then looked at the direction where Arya disappeared, then turned around without hesitation and activated the return teleportation array.

A small teleportation array instantly lit up under his feet. With a flash of light, his figure disappeared instantly, leaving Kraft alone, facing the ruins in front of him and the scattered sunlight.

On the other side, under an ancient tree.