Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 787 Its Name is Eternity

Cyril opened his eyes, then froze.

The moment he was shrouded in white light, he thought he had succeeded—this was a wild and bold idea, and it was the only way he could think of at that time to gather the power of faith.

If you ask where there are the most original churches in the world, there is one and only one answer:
Saint Helcoent.

There are the most original churches and the most priests here, and this is the source of Danya's belief.

Although there are only ruins left in St. Helkorent now, those churches were the main targets at the moment when the filth broke out, and they were the first to fall at the beginning of the filth.

Although there are not a few intact people to be found in the vast land of St. Emma, ​​the once pious Danya believers have been torn apart, and most of the people who can still move are lunatics soaked in filth.

But the power of faith that the believers gave to Danya did not completely dissipate.

Among the statues of the broken churches——

In the idol, there is the power of faith.

This is not inconceivable, but don’t forget, how did the Aosheng Emma people in the port of Xinaowei attract the protection of Danya’s gods—isn’t it the seven gods that have been worshiped by countless people, At the price of the souls of the seven archbishops, did he get the reward of the protection of the gods?

This was the only source of power of faith that Cyril could think of, and fortunately, he made the right bet.

When he chanted Danya's name, these dissatisfied powers of faith, which had sunk in the filth, responded to him one after another and gathered on him.

But at this moment, he found that he was not in the ruined ancient city, but standing in a gentle space shrouded in white light.

The filth of Danya was gone, and the Knightmaid was gone, and the lights from the shattered statues of Danya linked to him were gone.

He couldn't feel the strength in his body, he lowered his head, and he was wearing a set of rough and rough clothes that were somehow familiar.

Novice clothes.

This is the set of clothes worn by novice players in Road to Glory.

"I... have I returned to the Road of Glory? Or..."

While he was in a daze, a gentle voice sounded in this empty white space:

"Adrien, I finally see you."

"Who?" Cyril was subconsciously vigilant, but the voice and the environment made his inner emotions extremely soothing, like a baby in the arms of its mother.

"You can call me Yuanchu, or you can call me Danya."

The white space in front of his eyes suddenly turned into a wave-like fluctuation, and the white light gradually piled up, almost condensing into a continuously twisting figure.

"I'm sorry, but with my current strength, I can only see you in this state."

"Danya..." Cyril called out the name softly, then raised his head, his eyes full of doubts.

But before he could speak, Danya went on:

"I know you have a lot of doubts, but to explain everything clearly, you have to start from the very beginning."

He smiled gently and waved his hands lightly, the white around him suddenly dissipated, and Cyril immediately saw himself standing in mid-air, and the filth of Danya who was frightened.

They were all restrained like a painting, motionless.

"This is an independent time and space, and it is also the last space I can control. You can call it the Black Hall."

"The Black Hall? Isn't that just...above the White Ring?"

"That's right, so relax and listen to me finish this story."

Cyril completely relaxed his mind, and he simply lay down, lying on the re-gathered white ground.

And Danya's narration begins here.

"This world is not entirely my creation."

His first sentence made Cyril almost sit up, he looked at the white figure in surprise, and the latter's tone did not fluctuate at all:

"It was originally an extremely, extremely, extremely beautiful crystal. It can only be regarded as a rough prototype, but it has an unparalleled attraction."

"When I discovered the rudiments of this world, I immediately thought of building it into a brand new world. But when I was just about to start, I discovered that there were hidden dangers in this rudiment."

"Hidden danger?" Cyril raised his head slightly and asked, "Could it be..."

"That is an indescribable power. In the civilization of the gods, this power is called 'Abyss'."

"deep?"

"It is often accompanied by beautiful things, attracts you, and draws you into it, and the abyss is the source of 'dirty'."

"So... you already knew that there would be such filth?" Cyril couldn't help shouting, "Then why did you create this world?"

"Because it's so beautiful." Danya's voice was full of longing, "It's an unimaginable beauty. For every god with a long life, as long as you see Him, you can't hold back your tears. Mind will definitely carve it and make it into a more beautiful form."

"Dirty..."

"We initially sealed this 'abyss', but as time went by, perhaps because some god made some mistakes in carrying out his transformation, the seal was loosened, and the power of the abyss was leaked."

"So one or two, the gods were obsessed with the world they created. No one noticed that the power of the abyss was quietly spreading. When we realized it, the pollution had already been produced."

Cyril took a deep breath. He also thought about why such a high-ranking existence of God would emit so many unreasonable "negative emotions" to personally destroy the world they created.

Danya's answer undoubtedly gave a reasonable answer.

But he immediately remembered something, and asked quickly: "What about Tris, the god of death? Why wasn't He attacked by Yuan's power?"

"Because..." Danya shook his head, "Although saying this will definitely make him feel unhappy, the reason is that he is too lazy."

"Huh? Too lazy?"

"The existence of the God of Death is to find a way to end the creatures created by us so-called creators, and as we have gone through a long time and created several worlds with our own hands, Triss has lost the original Passion, He just gave a channel for a creature to end, and he completely ignored it."

"So..." Cyril's eyebrows twitched, he finally understood what the God of Death's job is - isn't this what he is doing now, to 'wipe the ass' of those gods?

"Because he didn't get involved with this world too much, he wasn't infected by the power of the abyss, and he was the only one among us who survived."

"Next, there will be a redemption that belongs to us."

"We use all our power to seal up our own filth. The era of the first era of gods ended in this battle between gods and filth. The gods turned into stars and went away. We decided to be responsible for this world that has sunk because of us, so An 'infinite restart' has been imposed on it, hoping that the creatures we leave behind will be able to overcome these filth."

Cyril was silent, and Danya's few words had clearly explained the origin of this world and the origin of the filth.

However, just because he straightened out all these things, he felt a great sadness.

The infinite restart of the era, the prosperity of civilization from scratch, the rise and fall of tall buildings, and the tragic song of tens of thousands of years of living beings, are just a farce caused by their Creator, God——

This is a farce.

Those soul-stirring heroic epics, those last struggles of desperate civilizations, are as far away as the Holy White King's Court, the City of Hormel, as close as Elandar, the Heart of the Tree, and Rowell Oberian...

These sacrifices, these departures, before this truth, suddenly seemed so ridiculous——

Behold, all that you have done with all your might, was only because of a mistake by your uppermost being.

"Danya..." He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and said after a while: "Do you know, no one will forgive you for such a truth."

"I know."

Danya's attitude surprised Cyril. He thought that Danya would be angry or ashamed, but what he possessed was calmness.

"This was our fault from the beginning to the end. This is what we have agreed to. We tried to make up for it, but no matter what method, it ended in failure."

"We never expected their forgiveness, although they still don't know it at this time."

Danya spoke frankly, his voice was still gentle, but every word was full of power:
"We are still dying here, and what we do is to erase the evils we created with our own hands. And in the end, I chose you."

"I have chosen..." Cyril murmured.

"Among tens of thousands of simulations, we have selected a most likely soul to come to this world. He will not be disturbed by the rules we created this world, and will not be bound by my power. This soul is you .”

"As for why you were chosen, that's the result of the God of Divination. It's a pity that He has completely dissipated, and there is no way to see the scene where His divination results are verified."

"The gods of this world brought sin, but this world still needs God to bring them out of sin."

"The god who takes them out will not be me, nor Nora, nor Urella. He is you, and it can only be you."

This white figure representing Danya walked slowly towards Cyril, finally bent down, and placed a gentle kiss on Cyril's forehead:
"I'm sorry I didn't explain everything to you sooner, because this is our limit."

"So, like Tris said, become the new god, Adrian."

"Using our power at will, a new god who transcends us, surpasses us, the only god in this world—"

Cyril opened his eyes wide, and he saw the white figure melt quickly, and the surrounding white space also turned into flowing liquid, rushing towards him, and pouring into his body one after another.

He only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he had already returned to the ruined holy city.

Danya's filthy face grinned ferociously, as if the white holy light on him didn't exist.He stretched out his hand and pulled hard at his neck, and the flower of death was easily torn off by him, and he dropped it casually.

Tris' breath dissipated.

Cyril's eyes froze, and Danya's filthy laughter had already started:
"Danya? Danya? The trump card you found will eventually use your strength? Do you want to defeat me with the little power you have accumulated from those poor creatures?!"

"The original authority, do you think you can grasp it because of the gathering of Danya's beliefs?" Danya's filth stretched out his hand to Cyril. The erasing attack could be launched instantaneously at this time, and a majestic airflow rushed towards Cyril, tearing the boy shrouded in white light into pieces in the next second.

But Cyril stared straight at his attack, and before that group of destructive attacks came, he waved his hand, like a fly, and flew it away——

Danya's filthy pupils, shrank.

He watched the boy's movements, hesitated for a moment, and then danced wildly with both hands, turning the destruction into a tornado, trying to completely involve the boy in it.But Cyril just stood there, motionless, and the tornadoes bounced away when he reached out his hand, and couldn't even cause him a little damage.

"You, you!" Danya's filth finally understood what happened to this young man, and he screamed violently:

"Danya! Why haven't you dissipated! Why did your authority fall on him!"

And just as he roared, in front of the teenager's retina, all the complicated text information has disappeared, and now there is only a simple line left:
"Cyril Adrian. Primal God."

Primordial authority—

This is the last "gift" left by Danya to Cyril.

"God cannot destroy its filth, and correspondingly, filth cannot destroy its creator." Cyril looked directly at Danya's filth, and said calmly, "Now you have no possibility of hurting me."

"Danya, Danya, Danya..." Danya's filth was like falling into a madman, he kept roaring, and suddenly shouted again:
"But what is this? You have become the new source, but you still can't stop me, just like Danya back then, I will destroy this world, and you can only look at me—"

"Yes." Cyril was noncommittal, "So I don't just want to be the new source."

"I'm going to be the new god."

"New god? You're dreaming—" Danya's foul growl stopped abruptly.

Because the boy in front of him had raised his right hand once again, as if holding up a torch in the dark.

"Ice God Eskil, God of Earth Hexter, God of War Isis, God of Shadow Kuro, God of Wind Azui, God of Armies Sethor—"

One by one the names of the gods came out of his mouth, and every time he said a name, it was as if a bell rang in his body, and streams of light flew out of his body and gathered at his side——

That was the imprint of the gods that he had sealed.

He reported faster and faster, and there were already too many imprints floating around his body to count. In the end, with Danya's filthy, puzzled and terrified expression, he slowly read out the last four words. god name:
"Sea God Urella."

"Nora, God of Nature."

"Tris, God of Death."

"And the primordial god Danya."

"Gods above, I will become a new god." In his voice, the imprints were shattered, turned into pure power, and dispersed into his body.The aura all over his body climbed steadily, and quickly rose to a level that made Danya's filth look pale.

And he stared at the filth of Danya, who was already insignificant in front of him, and the sound was like a bell, shaking the whole world.

"My name is Cyril."

"My name is Eternity."

this moment.

To the west of the Nora Corridor, in the forest, Amasir, Solkonan, and the entire territory of the Glorious Royal Court, the young man's whisper sounded:
"My name is Cyril, and my name is Eternity."

"God of Eternity is above! Cyril is above!" The believers who had been praying for a long time chanted loudly, and their power of faith rose up little by little, towards the new god far away in St. Helcoent Fly quickly.

Almost in an instant, behind Cyril, there is already the "power of faith" like starlight from the remaining creatures in this world.

And the power of faith is the last step in creating a new god.

When that piece of starlight merged into his body, Danya's filth could no longer be tolerated, and he continuously rolled up dozens of streams of destructive root towards Cyril, and then fled to the farthest place he could escape.

But he watched the scene around him change, and when he stopped, he found that he was still in the ruined city, still standing in front of that "boy".

"Eternity, you have been imprisoned here forever." Cyril said softly, and he walked slowly towards Danya's filth, with an irresistible light shining in his eyes.

"And next, I will erase you forever."

Then he raised his hand.

Danya's filthy face was distorted, he frantically shouted words of begging for mercy, his voice was constantly changing, from Tris to Caroline, to Photios, to every voice that Cyril was familiar with .

But the boy's expression was unmoved, he just slowly, slowly, covered Danya's filthy face with his hands.

All sounds disappeared.

Danya's filthy body fell from a high place like tattered cotton wool, and finally landed on the ruins, on the withered flower of death.

The dark clouds all over the sky completely dissipated at this moment, and the gray sky faded, replaced by a clear night sky with a river of stars.

Cyril raised his head and looked at the stars all over the sky, they seemed to be blinking, constantly twinkling.

"May the stars shine on you."

He murmured softly.

"Next, let me shine on you."

　After changing about [-] words, the decisive battle is finished.

　　To correct the previous mistake, Anastasia Herman established the Glorious Court, not the Holy White Court, a typo orz.

　　Tomorrow will be the end of the first chapter, and then there will be a special episode
　　By the way, is the closing speech before or after the extra episode?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)