Xingyue, is Xiaokai also considered Kai?

As Avia murmured, the dark clouds above his head overlapped one another, as if countless mirrors were combined. Then, this powerful illusion, which had deceived the world itself, was broken, and the sky above began to fall as if a mirror had shattered.

When he came to his senses, Avia, who had been freed from the illusion that had started at some unknown time, felt as if he had just woken from a long dream. When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was actually still outside of Rome. He could now sense that both Typhon and Meryl were trapped in this strange illusion and had not yet woken up.

Moreover, the surrounding area was filled with people and fantasy creatures who remained in their poses but had blank expressions, and the real sky was—

It was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Only a faint afterglow illuminated the shattered sky. More than anything, there was a scorching red and thick smoke rising from the earth. No rain fell from the gathering dark clouds. Only burning ashes and dust rose from the ground.

"...I thought I could help you."

Avia was startled when she realized that it was Eltrucci's call that had awakened her, and she winked at her.

"I thought I could at least help you in some way. But now that this situation has happened, I can't help at all. I can't think of anything I should do... I'm sorry, the more I talk, the more it sounds like a pathetic and dejected statement."

"No... This is normal. Everyone has moments of helplessness. But I will protect you, don't worry."

Avia stared intently into her bloodshot eyes, those slightly fragile and trembling eyes.

If he thinks it's okay, then that's fine too. But there's one thing I need to let him know about right now.

That was what she was thinking, and at that moment, she revealed her feelings.

"...I love you. I want you to live forever. I want to appreciate things I've never seen before with you, and I want to see the smile on your face as you look at them. I want to share my feelings with you, and go through thick and thin together. If possible—I hope it can always be like this."

As she finished speaking, the black-haired girl caressed his neck with both hands, then stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his.

Avia did not refuse. Instead, as if touching a fragile object, she wrapped her arms around Avia's shoulders and waist and gently embraced her.

The silver-haired youth thought the lips, bitten so hard by the girl, tasted faintly of blood, but he thought it tasted like tears.

He thought, "It's the taste of tears shed only in front of me, and never in front of anyone else."

So, as if wiping away tears, he kissed her again.

It is said that once the True Ancestor drinks blood, he becomes addicted, falls into an inescapable state of depravity, and ultimately dies.

But this kiss of blood, meant as a vow, did not evoke such thoughts in Eltruche; she only felt overwhelming joy.

A certain concept was evoked in the desolate land by a kiss from a dark-skinned princess.

"You cannot die. I have drunk your blood, and you have drunk mine. It is an eternal pact. As long as you have a breath left, you must continue to live until the last moment of your life—you must come back."

Until death do us part?

Altrouge didn't actually want this kind of happiness with a time limit; she thought that even death couldn't separate them.

"Therefore, I will definitely wait for you to come back and will never leave you."

Such a wish cannot be guaranteed to be fulfilled by either the Dead Apostles or humans unless a miracle occurs, since it is not an exaggeration to say that the two sides are natural enemies in a physiological sense.

"So you must come back to me."

After that, no matter what difficulties await you, you must escape death.

"You must come back safely."

"I will."

Since both parties demand to fulfill the agreement and promise to do so, it becomes a vow.

And so he moved forward once more.

As we passed through the camp, we saw a warm campfire.

"No wonder Zeus and his gang had their eye on him."

A weathered voice rang in Avia's ears. Beside the young man, in the pitch-black world, the only campfire burned brightly, and there stood Odin, the Norse god whom Avia had met once before.

"By the way, how long have I been under the illusion spell?"

"From a human perspective, only thirty minutes have passed in the world."

Odin said it casually.

"I never expected that the final crisis wouldn't be the giants and Typhon, but a human. That guy's power has now completely blocked the possibility of the planet reaching the inner side. If this continues, the planet may face its end... Although this is a matter between you humans, since I am the only god who has manifested at the moment, let me handle it. You just wait."

“Odin…you?” Avia looked at Odin, whose hands were empty, and said, “But you can’t be your true form right now. If you have to say, you’re just a spirit. Alright, you old folks should go back and rest. Don’t force yourselves here. I’ll go.”

“Avia, you should understand,” Odin sighed. “Where is not the place you should go? People must eventually return to the mortal world. I do this only because I don’t want you to die, and I want you all to live.”

"I'm not dead yet."

Do you think you can win?

Then, as Odin raised his face and looked into the dark sky with his remaining single eye, a deafening roar erupted from the darkness.

The darkness flickered and thinned rapidly, but from the deepest darkness, a sneer rang out.

“Leave it to me, Odin, just as you left it to the Titans and Typhon before.”

Avia grabbed Odin by the shoulder as he tried to leave.

"You're quite confident. Do you think you're unique?"

"No, it's not that I don't think there's no one else who can solve this situation besides myself. I just feel that I have to do it."

"...To be honest, I'm quite curious about how you gained favor with the Greeks. It's not easy for those guys to be so united."

Odin looked at him with a complicated expression.

“Because—” Avia paused, her expression gentle, as if she had remembered something, “Rome.”

"However, you are now on the path to destroying Rome."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

"Aren't you afraid that I might also be an illusionist?"

Odin asked.

"Whether it's true or not doesn't matter, but I said such cool things, it wouldn't be good if it were fake."

The silver-haired youth shook his head and answered without hesitation:

"Anyway, that's what I plan to do."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh, and it was so delightful.

Looking at his smile, looking at the man whose whole being was filled with a fire of determination.

Odin paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Since that's the case, then I'll trust you. This is the final test. Overcome it, and you will be rewarded. But I'll give you that reward now."

Avia stood up, stretched her fingers, clenched them into a fist, and nodded.

"Thanks, Odin."

Looking into the young man's unchanging, clear blue eyes, Odin couldn't help but reach out and finally pat him on the shoulder.

Overflowing with praise and encouragement, he told him:

"Keep it up! I finally managed to convince everyone to let me get this. Don't die... Will I be able to come to Valhalla in the future?"

"I will."

Avia raised her head calmly and smiled freely.

Then, he walked toward the battlefield that was getting closer and closer, the eternal city shrouded in endless smoke and fire.

Above Avia, a storm suddenly arose, and fierce winds swept in.

Streaks of lightning swept across the clouds, striking down with soul-shaking thunder, accompanied by a deafening roar.

And so, the glory of the Nordic total authority was revealed in the darkness, in smiles, in anticipation, in blessings, above that person who would never look back.

At this moment, endless thunder and dark clouds swirled around Avia, contracting inward and transforming into a majestic crown.

At the same moment, along with this power, Typhon, who was originally under the illusion, also broke free from the illusion and awoke once more.

Now, in the dim world, only thunder seemed to echo, as if the darkness itself had been swallowed up. A vast torrent of fire and ice swirled above the thunder, transforming into countless crowns through the branches of the World Tree Yggdrasil, which had already passed away, and shrouded his head, casting a cold and violent light as his will moved.

And so, the crimson sun and the cool moon reappeared.

From his eyes, from the power of fire and ice.

Germanic Norse mythology, which shared Europe with the Greek and Roman pantheon, reached its end around 1000 BC. Its mythology echoed into the sealed-off world and displayed its glory to the world trapped in illusion.

This is the tragedy and karma that cycle endlessly within the wild and untamed primal forces, born from the harsh environment of the snow-covered North, a grand myth, a manifestation of all power, ending with the destruction of everything—

Even with Ragnarok, the end of the world, this is not at all out of place, because it is a natural change that belongs to the land of the Norse.

One generation passes away, another comes, but the protection endures forever.

162: In the boundless radiance, the only dark road (6k)

The Eternal City, Rome, roars.

This is a literal description: a large number of people roared angrily in Rome, charging recklessly at the Huns who had brought bloodshed to the sacred land. They would have done the same even without this illusion that deceived the world.

"kill him!"

"He's a demon!"

Countless hideous and vicious faces said this.

Therefore, all the chaotic voices were drowned out by the earth-shattering thunder, truly earth-shattering.

Ice and fire appeared in the dark sky, and with the arrival of lightning, a gale swept in.

As one corpse after another fell to the ground, countless eyes seemed to still hold lingering resentment and malice.

"It's time to stop."

The silver-haired youth looked up, ignoring the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet, and spoke softly to the countless twisted souls surrounding him.

“If we trace back to the sinners of the past, there would be no end to them. There are many kinds of sins: deceiving others, framing others, envying others, taking lives. These are all evils that only humans can bear.”

No one responded. As the young man took a step forward, a brilliant, fiery light rose from the sky above Rome, so dazzling that it was almost blinding.

Everyone has that animalistic instinct within them, whether they believe it or not.

For their own benefit, they will not hesitate to trample on others, and will not hesitate to despise those they consider to be of lower status. They will not tarnish their own hands, but only hurt the hearts of those connected to them. What they gain from this is a little vanity and self-satisfaction.

It seems as if countless people exist solely for this insignificant reward.

Small hatreds will naturally arise, but they will not lead to killing, because the consequences of this hatred are not worth killing. Therefore, they can continue to live lazily.

There are very few truly evil people in the world; they are simply people who follow their instincts and take it for granted that they can continue to glorify their own lives.

Moreover, from a global perspective, no matter what happens in the future, the future of the world will not be changed by the life or death of a few insignificant people.

If such people live on, the people associated with them will continue to suffer some harm, but if they die, that will be the end of it.

Knowing full well what was going on but letting it worsen until it was too late – whose responsibility is that? Of course, no one is responsible.

But just because of this, should we stand by and watch someone die?

"it is ready."

He said softly.

"Who can say they've never fallen? So, leave everything to me now; everything you have belongs only to yourselves."

The roaring people of the holy city fell silent, but instinctively, tears streamed down their faces as they wept aloud.

“I’ve said it before, we are all the same,” he said. “You should have returned to the human world in human form—”

Behind him, in the deepest part of the many powers, the branches of the World Tree droop down, washing away those wandering, fallen spirits, dissolving them all in the compassionate darkness, leaving only pure light, washing away the pollution and returning them to their original state.

"So, let me kill you all."

The Demon Sword: True World swept across the city of Rome, spreading inch by inch, bringing both endless bloodshed and the light of redemption.

In the now-dark Eternal City, the smiling marble statue gleamed with a faint silvery light under the illumination.

Avia gazed at the papal chamber ahead, then walked towards it.

"It's so beautiful."

"Yes."

The man nodded and continued to speak to Typhon:

"After all, this is a collection of human spirits, so there is a lot of beauty in it. You can go and see more of it in the future."