Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 652: The Battle of Human Race (3)

The earth trembled and the air lost its order in an instant.

The time of the entire battlefield was forcibly torn apart by him, and an invisible torrent fell from the sky, crossing the long embankment and the valley.

The torrent of the holy spring suddenly twisted in mid-air.

Some of the water flow accelerated a hundred times and turned into steam in an instant; some of the water flow slowed down a thousand times and solidified into suspended icicles of light.

Time splits in a torrent.

Some of the knights' movements were slowed down infinitely, with their blades stopping halfway through their swings; some were pulled into the future, their bodies collapsed prematurely, and they fell down turning into bones.

The Holy Spring should have been a sacred stream of water, but now it has been torn into pieces by time, like a scattered mirror.

Xingluo stood above the torrent, his eyes cold:

"You rely on the Holy Spring, and I... just need to make it lose time."

The Holy Light Bishop roared, hundreds of priests chanted in unison, and holy light intertwined in the air, trying to repair the torn spring.

Their strength was constantly being combined to block the spread of the torrent of time.

But at this moment, Xingluo suddenly raised his hand.

"Space—fold!"

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth were folded like cloth.

The entire Holy Spring Causeway, which spans thousands of miles, twisted, bent, and folded in half in front of everyone's eyes!

The stone wall of the dam was forcibly bent into an arc, the spring water flowed backwards, and tens of thousands of knights were "swept" into the folded space in horror.

The long embankment they had been leaning against suddenly bent in front of them, like the closing jaws of a giant beast, trapping them in the middle.

The sound of space collapse was deafening. Countless Holy Light Knights were crushed at this moment. Blood and water splashed together, but were immediately squeezed into thin blood lines by space and disappeared into the air.

The water from the holy spring lost its channel and rushed wildly onto the battlefield, splashing mist all over the sky.

The Holy Light Archbishop's face turned pale and he roared fiercely:

"The Holy Spring will never fall! We will suppress this demon with our lives!"

He and more than ten archbishops burned their lives at the same time, condensing the holy light into a golden tower, forcibly expanding the folded space and preventing the entire embankment from being completely swallowed up.

A golden beam of light shot up into the sky, temporarily stabilizing the collapse of space.

The remaining sections of the embankment trembled in the light, as if they would collapse completely at any time.

But Xingluo's eyes were even colder.

He slowly raised his hand and gently plucked the silver bell on the little black dragon's horn.

"Ding--"

Dragon roars followed, and dozens of giant dragons roared at the same time, shaking the heaven and earth.

Flames, storms, and thunder emerged from the sky at the same time, transforming into countless elemental streams, impacting the Tower of Holy Light.

The power of time and space intertwined with dragon magic, forming an irresistible flood.

"You shouldn't be so obsessed." Xingluo's voice was low, like a judgment, "Today, the spring overflows, and faith ends."

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the Holy Spring Causeway finally collapsed completely.

The dam broke under the pressure of the space folding, and the spring water gushed out, washing the battlefield and swallowing countless knights and priests.

The golden spring water lost its order and turned into a chaotic wave, rushing away with blood and fire.

The sea of ​​holy light was torn apart, and the symbol of faith fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Thirty thousand Holy Light Knights were completely defeated.

They could no longer rely on the protection of the holy spring and could only flee in fear and despair.

The battlefield fell into dead silence, with only the roar of the collapsed dam still ringing.

Xingluo stood above Xiaohei, his black cloak fluttering in the wind, his eyes as cold as stars.

He murmured softly:

"The spring has dried up..."

He had no joy, only coldness and fatigue.

These people could have blazed a new trail, but they kept clinging to the protection of the God of Light.

In the end, even the Holy Spring could not be defended.

Pandora walked up to him and asked softly, "Will you regret it?"

Xingluo shook his head, his voice cold:

"No. I just... stopped expecting it."

He rang the silver bell, and Xiao Hei sang to the sky, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.

The groaning sound was no longer a roar, but a sad echo, as if it was playing a dirge for the death battle of the entire human race.

The Holy Spring Causeway has turned into ruins.

The faith of the human race completely collapsed.

The smoke from the Silver Ridge Valley and the Holy Spring Causeway has been blown away by the wind.

The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but was greedily absorbed by the earth, turning into a damp and cold breath.

On this land, 30,000 Holy Light Knights, 20,000 Allied Forces, countless acolytes and artillerymen turned to dust.

Most of their names are unknown.

However, Xingluo remembered.

He rode on Xiao Hei's back, looking towards the valley. His eyes were calm, yet they suppressed an unspeakable heaviness.

"This isn't a victory," he whispered to himself.

"This is the end—at least, the end of the human race."

A few days later, Xingluo issued an order:

It is forbidden to hold banquets on the battlefield, and it is not allowed to use corpses as military merits.

Everyone must participate in one thing - requiem.

So the army stopped in Silver Ridge Valley.

The dwarves put down their cannons, picked up the heavy stones, and began to carve.

The Moonfall Blade moved parts of the giant bell out of the space rift. It was a sacrificial vessel they had secretly cast before the war - the Requiem Bell.

The requiem bell is nine zhang tall, with a cast iron frame and covered with obsidian and dragon bones.

These dragon bones were giant dragons that were once collected and assassinated by the Holy See of Light. With Xiao Hei's permission, they were used here.

Its surface is engraved with three thousand tiny time and space runes, each of which can lock a name and let it be spread by the wind when the bell rings.

"The names of all those who die in battle can be engraved."

Xingluo's command was cold and clear, "There is no distinction between friend and foe. All who die here today are human."

The work of engraving the name began.

Countless remnants of the army wrote in blood the names they could remember on the stone slabs, and the dwarves engraved these words on the outer wall of the requiem bell.

Someone wrote down his brother's name while crying;

Some people trembled and carved the names of their enemies;

Some people just leave a message: "Unknown".

Pandora personally wrote the name of her apprentice, a young girl who had died in battle at Seven Fingers Field.

Mo took the wounded soldiers and silently recited the identity of each fallen soldier over and over again, for fear of missing one.

When the first name was engraved on the bell wall, the entire valley fell into deathly silence.

The soldiers stopped their noise, their eyes only focused on the huge black bell and the endless stone tablets.

On the night when the Requiem Bell was cast, Xingluo personally climbed onto the bell tower.

Xiao Hei lay at the entrance of the valley, his black scales shining coldly in the moonlight.

Xingluo reached out and gently rang the requiem bell.

"--boom."

The sound of the bell is heavy and distant, as if it comes from underground, or from the sky.

The sound echoed through the Silverridge Valley, across the broken causeway, and to every corner of the North.

The names of all those who died in the battle echoed in the bells.

Countless souls seemed to be awakened at this moment, rising with the wind, turning into tiny points of light, and dissipating in the night sky.

The soldiers knelt down and cried one after another.

Some people pounded their fists on the ground, some cried with their heads in their hands, and some just shed tears quietly.

Pandora stood beside Xingluo, her eyes red, but she didn't cry.

She whispered, "Isn't this what you really want to do?"

Xingluo did not answer, but just stared at the faint light in the sky.

The next morning, Xingluo ordered all the remaining troops and civilians to be gathered at the valley entrance.

He rode on Little Black's back, his black cloak fluttering in the wind.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the valley:

"From this moment on, the human race's civil war ends.

There will be no more orders from the Holy Light Church, and no more border wars among the nations.

The names of all the dead are engraved on the clock; the names of all the living are engraved in our hearts.

From today onwards, anyone who slaughters their compatriots in the name of humanity will be annihilated by me!"

There was no passionate encouragement or exaggerated promises in these words.

But everyone who heard it felt a kind of oppressive shock.

They saw—under the dim light of the sky, Xingluo and Black Dragon stood side by side, like an unshakable mountain.

At night, Xingluo stood alone in front of the clock.

The surface of the requiem bell is densely engraved with names, and the black iron reflects a cold light in the moonlight.

He raised his hand and stroked those names, his eyes filled with coldness and loneliness.

"You all deserve a better future."

"pity……"

His voice gradually deepened: "This land no longer allows the human race to make their own choices."

Xiao Hei slowly raised his head and hummed to the sky. His voice was heavy and distant, as if responding to the sadness in his master's heart.

The second toll of the requiem bell rang quietly.

This time, it not only rings for the dead, but also marks the beginning of the upcoming war between gods.

Xingluo is tired, but he has to go on. Now he is no longer just doing it for the few people around him, but has shouldered the mission of the entire human race, and even the myriad races in the otherworldly continent. There are those who need him to revive, those who need to gain strength, those who want a stable life, and those who want wealth and glory. The prerequisite for all this is to survive the subsequent war of gods.