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I don't want to disrupt this story either.
Solita carried Jiang Kehan on her back. Her magic was insufficient to protect Jiang Kehan during the battle, so she could only move with Jiang Kehan for the time being.
Fortunately, the knights planned to burn the house down first, and then force her out.
Little did she know, Solita was no longer afraid of fire. Under the influence of magic, the flames were like submissive jesters, dancing but daring not to approach her.
Using the flames as cover, she carried Jiang Kehan to a deserted house before leisurely returning.
"Hahahahaha!"
Solita laughed, her eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.
Although she hadn't fully experienced the story of the gemstone, every description in it felt like it was trampling on her heart.
At this moment, she could no longer suppress her hatred for the world and charged towards the knights.
The emerald gem was originally just a stone, but through countless breakages, her tears disappeared along with the impurities.
Like blood, like a curse, the gem wanders to every corner of this world with malice.
It left behind liquid scorched by the intense heat, until the world solidified into part of a gemstone.
Until, the gemstone began to crack.
This time, I'm going to break this ending myself, and I want to be the one who gets the precious gem!
Solita, feeling the pain as if it were his own, roared at his own suffering!
Chapter 125 The End of Everything, A Deadly Twilight
The helmets of the knights outside reflected the raging flames, and they looked like meticulously sculpted marble sculptures, quietly holding their greatswords in front of them and gripping the hilts.
They were waiting for the "immortal witch" to come towards them, accompanied by flames and wails.
Today, all that is left for the other party is death. If they cannot be killed, their bodies will be dismembered, placed in jars, and taken back to the lord's manor.
It's not about right or wrong, it's about responsibility.
After all, no one cares about the thoughts of a monster, even if there is only a slight possibility that she is still human.
As the flames began to spread to both sides, transforming the solitary peak into a valley, the knight commander drew his longsword, his tone solemn.
"Listen up, everyone! Kill her and bring back our honor!"
Yes, honor.
These knights only cared about their own honor and "loyalty," and they didn't care how much harm they would cause to Solitaire or how many innocent civilians they would kill.
Even though Solita was doing good deeds with his own power, all they could do was kill the villagers who had benefited from his kindness.
The lord's reputation must not be tarnished in any way, for it is the very foundation of their respect.
These knights are nothing but thugs parasitizing in the glory of their lord; the lord's commands are the justice they uphold.
And now, they will take their weapons and once again uphold their justice, just as always.
The clanging of metal spoke of the oppressive force they brought, their expressions remaining as cold as ice, as they walked towards the path of embers beneath the flames with their usual silence and indifference.
Ashes trembled and danced with each step they took, and red-glowing particles scattered around them, like demons emerging from hell.
Solita hid behind the crumbling wall, a stone blade brimming with all her magic in her hand, her eyes filled with deathly stillness.
Death is silent; she simply watches as the ignorant fall into her trap.
As dusk fell, the two sides met each other amidst flames and ashes.
Like the sound of the wind, Solita's explosive burst, aided by his powerful physique and control, only caused a slight ripple. The sound was very soft, but in the blink of an eye, he had rushed to the knights walking on the outer edge of the formation.
The magically imbued stone blade sliced through the water, tearing the steel around the knight's neck and throat in one fell swoop. By the time he realized what was happening, Solita was already charging at the others with his weapon.
The Knight Commander's pupils dilated violently as he looked at the Moon Knight who had collapsed, clutching his throat, and cried out in alarm.
"Everyone, stand back-to-back in a compressed formation, don't give the enemy any room to move!"
His long-accumulated experience made him react quickly. Although he didn't know why the witch's strength and intelligence were so different, now was not the time to dwell on that!
The sounds of knights falling and groaning echoed around him, and Solita, who hadn't done so in a long time, let out a venting smile, feeling utterly satisfied.
So you're the ones who massacred the villagers in the story, and then pinned all the blame on me, right?!
Solita's heart was pounding with joy; she was laughing, and her laughter grew wider and wider.
The burning resentment enveloped the longsword in his hand, causing it to gradually turn black and deform, finally transforming into that familiar serrated greatsword, which cleaved the panicked knight and his armor in two.
Hahaha, you guys know what fear is?
When you were slaughtering others, did you still have any fear in your eyes?
When you were relentlessly hunting me down, did you still see any savagery in your eyes?
Only killing, only killing, only killing can vent hatred!
"Are you prepared for death?" Solita asked in a low voice, his laughter maniacal.
The knights' formation became somewhat chaotic, and their former indifference was gone.
"Tighten the formation!!!" the knight commander roared. This time, it was their turn to cower and feel helpless.
The sun was nearing its end, and the surrounding firelight became their only means of detecting Solita, whose speed was gradually slowing down.
She was like a hunting jackal, no longer taking the initiative to attack, but waiting for an opportunity to wipe out her opponents in one fell swoop.
"What should we do, Captain?" The knights stood back to back. There weren't many of them, and the soldiers following them were still several kilometers away.
I thought it would be an easy thing, but I never expected it would lead me to the Yellow Springs.
"What are you afraid of? Look at the wounds on her body, she's not invincible. Cut off her arms and legs, that's our chance for revenge!"
Although the knight commander was also flustered, he knew he couldn't let the others lose confidence.
Moreover, if we can hold out for just a few minutes, the troops behind will catch up, and then we'll be saved.
Therefore, he hardened his eyes and urged the other knights: "Don't give her a chance to recover her strength. We'll surround her step by step!"
"Go! Only if you go can I stay behind," the knight commander said expressionlessly, watching the knights charge toward Solita.
Only the most rational person can live to become a knight commander, not the one with the most strength and loyalty.
"Are you all so eager to die?" Solita covered her face and swung her greatsword at the knights. As her excitement grew, her magic power surged!
She was no longer the witch who would be hunted and persecuted.
Now, she is a killing goddess dancing to vent her last bit of reluctance and hatred.
He is also the absolute Grim Reaper.
As the fastest knight turned into pieces of flesh, the knights behind him gradually stopped, causing Solita's expression to darken.
"Let me see what you're really thinking."
Solita laughed as she tossed the serrated greatsword into the air and opened her arms wide.
The knights were astonished and dared not approach for a moment.
As Solita opened her arms, she was enveloped in a deathly aura of darkness.
They swept around like waves, spreading continuously, seemingly trying to engulf the entire world.
"Let me see what kind of monster the evil in your hearts can become."
Solita's face was somber, as if she were mocking someone.
This world is bad from beginning to end, and no one truly deserves pity.
In the end, what makes the gemstone go from brilliance to tarnish is the moment she confronts the will of the world.
The other party was mocking this chosen one of its own making, casually hurling destruction at Solita like a puppet it was manipulating.
Therefore, after killing the other person, Solita used the corpse as the source of evil, and took the place of the other person as the master of this place.
This world is trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation, experiencing eternal torment.
Only pain could keep her sanity, only destruction could let her know that her past was not a lie.
I hate it, I hate that no one cared about the gemstone itself...
I hate it... Why am I so fragile, unable to let go of the past where I was manipulated...
The red light in Solita's eyes grew even brighter, and behind her, darkness coalesced into the behemoth that Jiang Kehan saw—evil.
"Let your own sins bring you the destruction you deserve."
Solita delivered her final verdict to the world: she had... remembered everything!
In the final moments of twilight, at the very instant sin was born, Jiang Kehan stood opposite Solita, watching her.
It was as if they were watching a puppet riddled with holes.
In the deathly silence, only the gazes of the two people flowed, intertwined, and poured out their buried past.
A gentle breeze, the darkness, the firelight, and two hearts that truly touched each other.
It left behind the final image on the stage.
Chapter 126 I lost miserably, but willingly.
Evil opened its gaping maw and bit at the knights before it. They shed their human skin once more, turning into black, withered bones, but they could be seen trembling.
Every joint of theirs was wobbling, like bushes swaying in the wind, or powerless scarecrows, making them look somewhat comical.
These people who live by their sins become equally fearful when confronted with the sins within themselves. They are powerless to resist, trembling and unable to do anything.
They are actually no different from others.
Only when they vanish forever at this moment, becoming food for each other, can they close their eyes.
But evil does not only swallow bones, it also chews up the earth and its rivers.
What's even more strange is that the earth is shrinking in a sinful position, as if it were throwing itself into its mouth.
As evil devoured the shifting earth like sucking up jelly, fragmented traces appeared in the sky, accompanied by the noise of fingernails scratching a blackboard, revealing that the world was on the verge of collapse.
Solita's figure, however, became increasingly solid.
"It's so nice to see you in your true form, Kehan." She smiled and flew to the top of the evil's head.
The flesh and blood that had become part of the stage were taken back by her, her originally clumsy limbs became smooth, and her soul once again found a stable place. Solita "came back to life".