Chapter 100 Epilogue

Dreamlike and ethereal, as in a cathedral resembling heaven and fairyland, the Witch Miss allowed the young man to hold her.

"Alright, to be born and to die is the natural law of life, just as day turns to night."

She gently patted the young man's back, like a tender wife.

"Life is neither as good as you think, nor as bad as you think. Isn't that what you told me? Whenever you lose something, you always gain something."

She said.

"That was sixteen years ago. Now I dare not talk about anything with anyone, because as soon as I talk about it, I miss everyone."

He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.

He wanted to cry, but he felt that his heart was drier than the desert.

"In the past, I always had a girl by my side who kept telling me to calm down. Whenever I went crazy, she would lower her eyebrows and clutch my sleeve."

"Later, my sleeve became light and飘飘."

Even as he said this, his hand felt so heavy that he could no longer lift it.

"I am already on the other shore, but you are different. You shouldn't cling to this side."

The Witch Miss slowly grabbed his sleeve, but this time, she pushed him away.

She no longer let him hold her, just looked at him.

"I don't understand..."

The black-haired youth shook his head.

"Lancros, you pretending to be stupid... Alas, I'm relieved that you're awake."

The Witch Miss looked at him, a slight smile on her lips, with no more sadness, as if she had returned to the way she was when they first met, even her words were full of vitality.

"I know you want to stay here, but sometimes what seems like just a brief stop will actually lead to infinite stagnation, until you miss the opportunity. Your mission is not yet complete, so go forth."

She used to think that the light her eyes could not see was darkness to her, until one day she realized that the sun was only a morning star, and even if the other stars disappeared, they would continue to accompany the sun, it was just the most conspicuous one.

The black-haired youth's hand seemed glued to the Witch Miss's shoulder, unable to let go.

Until she shook her head and began to retreat as if in a dance.

"By the way, to prevent you from falling into illusions again, or being taken advantage of by enemies through mental magic, I need to remind you."

The Witch Miss placed her hands behind her back, bent slightly, and looked at him seriously.

"Fall in love with someone, otherwise you won't be able to defeat the Third Progenitor, Rashaal."

She said.

"What are you talking about? And even if you say this to me now, when I wake up from the dream, I might forget these words."

He asked, puzzled and agitated.

"You must continue to love every living thing you meet that is willing to treat you kindly."

She explained.

"I'm tired and weary. I don't want to learn how to love anymore. Just let me grow old alone."

He shook his head.

"If you can't even do this, then you can only repeat the same mistakes."

She raised her eyebrows, pointed to the young man's brow with some anger, and reprimanded him for once.

"Repeating the same history, making the same mistakes, again and again."

But after she finished speaking, her eyes became gentle again.

"Lancros, relearn to love. Only by falling in love with someone can you anchor yourself to this world. Only in this way will you not go to the side of nothingness."

Once you step to the side of nothingness, integrate into nihilism, you will think that life has no purpose, only the process, everything is nothingness, will become purely rational, will accept the smallness and powerlessness of being a human being, will perceive the chaos and uncontrollability of fate, rather than challenging nothingness with a pebble, it is better to let go of the hand holding the steering wheel and fall into the abyss. https:/

He listened to her words, and his dry tears began to flow again.

Outside the church, the sky was about to be dyed a light pink by the setting sun, or perhaps it was the color of dawn.

"Then... goodbye."

Even though his eyelids were desperately drooping, he forced himself to open them, smiling and sending her away, letting the tears blur his unwilling vision.

The floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the church were as calm as the sea, reflecting their figures.

The Witch Miss's words were like a small boat, splitting through the layers of waves on the stormy sea of his heart, constantly echoing.

"I will forget everything and fulfill our agreement, to end this Blood Moon Calamity!"

The wound still hurt, and the parched throat was still not relieved.

But it didn't matter anymore, let it all be blown away by the wind, that would be good.

At the end of clinging, there is nothing, only emptiness.

He wiped away his tears vigorously, revealing a firm look, and raised his hand to her.

She smiled and shook her wrist, slowly dissolving into the sunset.

The young man would also disappear in this glow of dawn.

"If we cannot meet again, then it is fate, so don't cling anymore!"

She seemed to be revealing her fragility for the last time, entrusting him.

"Dead wrong! The future is long, I will never forget!"

He unreservedly revealed his attachment and shouted to her.

Hearing these words, the Witch's phantom, which was about to dissipate, was slightly stunned at first, and then smiled in relief.

"You said you wouldn't forget me."

"I believe that from now on, my entire life, all of it."

"Is in your words."

She left her last words.

The black-haired youth felt the illusion begin to collapse.

Even so, he seemed to still hear that gentle voice echoing in his ears—

Soon, you will sleep, and when you wake up, you will become part of a new world.

Go, leave.

Go to where you belong.

So, he returned to the mortal realm.

Scarlet thunder surrounded the empty space in the center of the Nekaris Demon King's palace hall, and a dark aura constantly permeated, causing the transparent protective barrier of the palace to begin to manifest and collapse into an illusion.

At both ends of the palace hall, silver and crimson magical powers were distinctly separated, and the fallen Qing Kaliiera was still trying her best to control the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo.

The Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, was almost to the left side of the stand, reaching the side of the little wolf girl he wanted to take away.

Suddenly.

Ulysses noticed that the hand of the Radiant Demon sitting next to the little wolf girl trembled, and he stopped slightly.

At that moment, the Radiant Demon seemed to have broken through some kind of shackle or an inescapable fate that had trapped him, and the aura on his body began to surge, entering the eighth-order realm.

"You can still move?"

Ulysses raised his eyebrows slightly.

This Radiant Demon, who was not even a Great Demon, even if he suddenly broke free from Kaliiera's restraints and reached the eighth order, was not his opponent.

"Yeah."

The Radiant Demon still lowered his head, tears dripping onto the ground.

"It seems you have no will to fight?"

Ulysses looked at the demon with suspicion.

Clearly this demon was so sad, yet he was able to break free from the fallen's gentle embrace.

There was only one explanation.

His heart was broken.

"Then I'll take her away. A demon like you shouldn't bother going to war with me, right?"

According to the information Ulysses had previously gathered, this little wolf girl had been desperately following this Radiant Demon, and the Radiant Demon despised her very much, as if he wanted to get rid of her and wouldn't care about her life or death at all.

The Radiant Demon did not respond.

He raised his hand, and the space twisted into an eclipse-like black sphere, and the Tenth Progenitor, Ulysses, was also sealed within it.

"Just a Vampire Marquis, is he worthy of being called my enemy..."

He murmured.

He never raised his head from beginning to end.

Kaliiera, who had already noticed the change on the other side of the palace's regency hall, looked at the Radiant Demon in surprise.

Originally, when she saw the Radiant Demon wake up, she was worried that the opponent, who had just reached the eighth order, might not be able to deal with the Tenth Progenitor, but she didn't expect that the other party was actually a sealing-type demon.

He seemed to have a special solar power that restrained vampires. In the same tier, the vampire progenitor Ulysses was not even his opponent!

Soon, the Radiant Demon stood up, and the Fourth Progenitor, Eduardo, was also sealed into a black chimera cube by him. Kaliiera finally released the fallen's gentle embrace with lingering fear.

"Friend, can you join us? I will try my best to satisfy any conditions you want to propose."

The fallen Qing came to the Radiant Demon's side as soon as possible.

She had never seen a demon who hid his strength like this. With his joining, their demon world's chances of winning against the vampires would be greatly increased!

The Radiant Demon glanced at the fallen Qing, but did not answer.

Those deep green eyes were turbid and tired.

He did not leave either.

He sat down next to the little wolf girl again, just waiting quietly.

Until the little wolf girl next to him woke up.

"What's wrong with you..."

The little wolf girl woke up from a nightmare, constantly looking around at the wreckage.

Having experienced several life-and-death situations, she quickly understood that she had survived another disaster!

And the one who saved her was once again this cold and ruthless Radiant Demon.

"I promised you that if you can help me interpret the last riddle she left, I will teach you until you can defeat the Vampire Progenitor."

He said slowly.

"Then we will have nothing to do with each other, whether I seek revenge or whether I live or die, it has nothing to do with you!"

Before the Radiant Demon could finish speaking, the little wolf girl hurriedly recited the second half of their agreement.

Her nervous look was like telling him that she had not forgotten the contents of the contract and would never cross the line or violate her promise.

The little wolf girl suddenly lowered her head again.

"But the riddle... I may need a little more time to solve it..."

She murmured, becoming more and more guilty, even a little afraid that the Radiant Demon would be angry because she might have lied to him.

"Your promise has been fulfilled, I understand the answer. Then it's my turn to fulfill my reward."

He replied in a flat tone.

"Eh?"

The little wolf girl widened her eyes in disbelief.

Then, she took a few deep breaths, wanting to speak, but it was as if her chest was frozen, and she couldn't say anything.

Afterwards, she cried in relief.

"Sigrid, your promise has been fulfilled."

The Radiant Demon said again, his tone a bit more certain.

"Ah ah ah..."

In Sigrid's moist and hazy eyes, it was as if she couldn't see hope but was still desperately pursuing it, her efforts finally being rewarded.

She seemed to be tired from crying. Already exhausted, she gradually closed her eyes at the sound of the Radiant Demon's voice, but still dared not let go of him, afraid that he would abandon her and leave.

The Radiant Demon slowly reached out his hand tentatively, as if afraid of damaging a fragile flower, until he mustered his courage and awkwardly placed his hand on the back of her head.

"Sigrid..."

His voice was barely audible.

"I will protect you. As long as I protect you, I will have the last meaning to live."

"Let's go."

He picked up the little girl and walked towards the corridor outside the regency hall.

Kaliiera looked at the Radiant Demon's back, wanting to speak, but not knowing how to keep him, she could only turn her head away.

In the dim light, on the long stone corridor of the Nekaris Palace, his figure became a blurred, fading point.

At this point, the contents recorded in Kaliiera's Shadow Weave Record ended.

In the boundary space between the Shadow World and reality, only the last text that had been placed there since the Shadow World's settlement was completed remained in the starry sky.

[Series Shadow World - Blood Moon Calamity, Historical Coordinates have been anchored, current completion 3/4.]

[The Blood Moon Calamity to date, starting from the Pulent Empire, has traveled through the Land of Eternal Night, come to the darkness of Demon King Island, and written a piece of history with its footsteps. Do you still remember the dear comrade who died before the Blood Moon Cold Blade? The deep-seated blood feud is unforgettable, the dark red miasma covers the entire southern land, and the shadow of the Blood Moon Wraith passes by. The sorrow endured to this day cannot be easily expressed in words.]

[Before the end of the Series Shadow World, the current Challenger will enter the Fourth Node of the "Blood Moon Calamity".]

[Task Goal: Complete the Final Node.]

Like watching a movie.

Lanci stretched.

However, he noticed a slight sob next to him.

Turning his head, he saw that Xiuboli'an was already teary-eyed, her eyes red.

"Xiuboli'an..."

Lanci himself didn't feel much, but Xiuboli'an seemed to be immersed in Kaliiera's Shadow Weave Record.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Xiuboli'an.

"Sorry... I'm fine..."

Xiuboli'an took the handkerchief.

"Sorry... It's rare that you brought me along..."

She quickly muttered again.

"No, I should be sorry. I didn't want to make you cry like this. I thought Kaliiera's memoirs were all comedies."

Lanci scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly.

He didn't expect the fallen's gentle embrace to really fail.

There was silence between the two for a long time, and even the cat sneaked into the shadows.

Lanci waited until Xiuboli'an's breathing gradually stabilized, looked at her, and prepared to say something.

Just her profile, the crystal-clear skin, and her eyes were still slightly red.

"By the way, if I'm gone, will you become like that?"

Xiuboli'an seemed to notice Lanci's gaze, looked at him, met his eyes, and asked.

"Then I should be gone too. We two share the same fate."

Lanci shook his head.

"But... I seem to know a little bit now why you care so much about merit. If your luck is bad, you're afraid it will affect me. Actually, now that I think about it, I seem to have caused you a lot of trouble, always doing things that make you panic."

Lanci finally said in a low voice.

Xiuboli'an looked at Lanci in surprise, even the tear stains faded.

It was as if she never expected to hear Lanci say such a thing in her life.

The cat boss's projector automatically played the next image.

It was the Shadow World record they last left in the Pulent Empire.

Before the film, the whimsical and lighthearted jazz music from the Chiker Manor gradually sounded, and the addition of brass and string instruments made the tune even more cheerful, like a formal Broadway finale.

"That's not true."

She moved closer to Lanci.

And moved closer to Lanci again.

Until she reached out and put her arm around Lanci's shoulder, pulling him to her side, hugging each other, and leaning on each other.