New Calendar 1007, Millennium Celebration Several years have passed.
The night is like a curtain, the wind on the grassland flows slowly with the fragrance of green grass, and the stars hang low in the sky, as if you can reach out and pick them.
A sword light was flowing in the night.
It is very gentle, its trajectory is neither urgent nor slow, like a silver fish swimming leisurely in the deep sea. Wherever the sword blade passes, the grass blades fall slightly and then bounce up——
The one holding the sword is a young man.
He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. The night blurred the details of his face, but outlined the outline of his face. His forehead was full, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the curvature of his jaw was sharp and clean. The whole person looked like a sharp and straight sword.
It is Reinhart.
He was dressed in plain clothes, and his swords were flying between his fingers. The sword blades cut through the night wind and brought up the grass leaves all over the sky.
Under his control, the sword light sometimes surged like a river, sometimes like the moonlight pouring down, and the cut grass tips and disturbed fireflies floated in mid-air, lifted by the sword wind, forming a slowly rotating star ring around the young man.
The picture is beautiful.
It doesn't feel like I'm practicing my sword, but like I'm dancing with the whole night.
In fact, it was the same. He was just dancing with the sword, without any rules, and his body followed the instinct of the sword to stretch.
Not far away, a girl in a red dress sat on the grass hugging her knees, her eyes sparkling. The bright red dress spread out like a cluster of flames in the night wind, bright and dazzling, making the surrounding dark colors flinch.
Felista held his chin, his eyes glued to Reinhart.
From the shoulder line to the waist, and then from the sword light at his fingertips back to his sharp eyebrows, back and forth, I never get tired of watching it.
After a long time, the sword light converged, and the grass blades rustled to the ground.
Reinhart exhaled a long breath, his shoulders and back slowly relaxed, his swords turned in circles in his palms, and he inserted them into the soil beside him.
"It's beautiful! It's so beautiful!"
Felista jumped up immediately, her red skirt swirled into a flower, and then jumped in front of the swordsman in three steps and two steps, raised her face and looked at him, and said, "My dear Reinhart, your sword dance is the most beautiful in the world."
Reinhart couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth. Before he could reply, Felista had already stood up on his tiptoes and reached out to press his forehead.
"Here, let me wipe your sweat."
She stood on tiptoes and wiped his forehead and the side of his neck with her slender fingers. She moved gently, but her body got closer and closer. Her fingers inadvertently brushed the swordsman's chin and Adam's apple.
"You haven't finished wiping yet?"
"No." Felista answered quickly, rubbing her fingers on his cheek twice more, and then slowly moved along his jawline to the side of his neck.
Reinhart Let her wipe it for a few more times, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
"----Why didn't I know I was sweating?"
"It's sweating from constipation." Felista said with a serious face, "The kind that only you can see. If I say you have it, you have it."
She said, and then she stopped even pretending, and just stared at him with a smile, her eyes burning.
Reinhart felt a little uncomfortable when she saw him, so he turned his head slightly and avoided her sight.
Felista immediately captured this change.
"Ouch----Are you shy?" She tilted her head, raised her red lips, and said confidently, "You are so good-looking, aren't you just showing it to me? What's wrong with me looking at you a few more times, and I don't charge you for it."
Reinhart heard this and gently took off her hand that had touched her chest at some point.
"Appearance should not be the criterion by which a person is judged."
When he spoke, the solemnity he had honed over the years appeared in his brows, his brows were slightly drawn together, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line.
"Felista, appearance is the least outstanding advantage of mine. If you can choose, I hope you use other standards to evaluate me, such as swordsmanship, will, and character. These things are honed by myself, and appearance is the least important. It has nothing to do with my efforts."
"Yes, yes."
Felista nodded like a fool, looking at him with bright eyes and long hair bouncing behind his back. "You are absolutely right. Appearance should not be the criterion for judging a person. It is your least outstanding advantage. I completely agree."
"You are good-looking, you are right."
Reinhart choked for a moment, the seriousness of the corners of his lips did not tighten, and he finally broke into laughter.
He shook his head and simply lay down on the soft grass, with his hands behind his head. Felista immediately lay down next to him, turned sideways, pulled his right hand over, clasped his fingers one by one, and put the palms of his hands together.
The sky full of stars flows slowly overhead, like a bright long river across the night sky.
"Felista."
Reinhart looked at the starry sky and suddenly spoke, "When His Majesty wakes up from his deep sleep, I will formally submit the marriage certificate to him and ask him to approve our marriage."
"Why bother?"
The red dragon girl curled her lips and said, "We dragons don't do this. If you fall in love with her, it's yours. There's no such thing as a marriage contract. You humans are just hypocritical."
She paused, moved closer to him, and softened her tone.
"But—considering that you are a hypocritical human being, and you insist on acting like a human being, then I will reluctantly cooperate with you. Who makes me like you?
There is no custom among dragons to propose marriage.
In the tradition of Dragonkin society, the courtship process is not complicated. The main thing is to see if they are right for each other. If they like each other, they will stay together. If they don't, they will separate. There are not so many red tapes.
However, Felista doesn't mind complying with Reinhart's idea.
This human being, who is only weaker than her father in the entire Atlant, is actually about the same age as her.
However, he is very pure and traditional in many cases.
For example, when faced with Felista's teasing, the swordsman would always blush and be shy like an ignorant boy. His bewildered look was like two extremes from his calmness when holding the sword.
Felista likes this.
Even though the two have been officially together for nearly two hundred years, she still enjoys it. Every time she sees his slightly red ears, she feels extremely cute.
Reinhart smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I know your preferences. I will decorate the wedding beautifully and prepare the most beautiful skirts and jewelry for you."
The girl in the red dress nodded with satisfaction. "That's pretty much it."
As she spoke, she blinked and suddenly changed the topic. "But, Reinhart, have you ever considered my father's thoughts? It seems that none of my brothers and sisters are with humans."
Upon hearing these words, Reinhart's majestic and calm face immediately appeared in Red Iron Dragon's mind.
The swordsman who was not afraid of death suddenly shrank a little.
His firmness and decisiveness disappeared, and he stammered, "Well, Your Majesty should agree, after all, I have been loyal to him for so many years——"
Felista chuckled.
"Haha, I'm going to scare you. My father will definitely agree. Although I haven't actually met my father that many times, well--it doesn't seem to be as many times as you have. However, I know very well that my father actually respects the ideas of us descendants and will not interfere with us too much."
The descendants of the emperor have different personalities.
In this regard, apart from the most basic Aura-style education, Red Emperor did not force them to do anything.
For example, Felista, although she is a red dragon, her personality is completely different from that of traditional red dragons, and she doesn't like things like war very much.
Over the years, no one has ever asked her to fight for the empire, and she is free to choose the lifestyle she likes.
There are also her brothers, the red dragons Galkro and Laria. These two like to fight and open up territories. Father Dragon gave them extremely important development tasks and let them realize their own value, respecting and trusting their ideas and abilities.
"You are right, His Majesty will definitely agree."
Reinhart nodded and said.
Felista looked at the starry sky, his voice suddenly became lower, and said, "I just don't know when my father will wake up. He has been sleeping for more than two hundred years."
More than two hundred years----
Even for a dragon with a long life, this is not a short number, it is enough for a dragon to grow from Dragonling to adulthood.
"That's a good thing."
Reinhart said, "His Majesty has been sleeping for such a long time this time, which means that after he wakes up, he will only be more invincible than before. We only need to guard his empire and wait for the day when he opens his eyes."
He hasn't woken up after more than two hundred years, which means that His Majesty is sprinting towards the Immortal Realm.
And he will definitely succeed.
Reinhart firmly believes in this.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the gap between himself and the emperor was getting wider again.
After reaching Immortal Realm, Reinhart relaxed a lot, largely because there is a natural chasm between the Legendary Realm and Immortal Realm.
He felt that now that he was Immortal Realm, his status in Sacred Aura was basically stable, and the days of working hard day and night to sharpen his sword could finally come to an end, and he could enjoy himself properly.
But--if Your Majesty wakes up and finds that he is so lazy, he may lower his opinion of himself.
No!
Reinhart, you can't be so lazy anymore!
The swordsman's eyes sharpened and he made a gesture to get up.
"Felista, Your Majesty shouldn't be too far away from waking up. I can't be too lazy. It's time to practice my sword."
The wrist tightened.
Felista grabbed him, hung her whole body on his arm, raised her face and acted coquettishly. "The night is so beautiful tonight, with so many stars, why don't you stay with me for a while."
"Otherwise, you can just practice your sword here. I like to see you dancing with the sword."
Reinhart turned to look at her.
Felista was lying on the grass, her red dress spread out like petals, her long hair scattered among the green grass leaves, her face reflected in her eyes, full of expectation.
He said seriously, "Dancing a sword and practicing a sword are not the same thing."
Having said that, the swordsman did not get up again.
The young man lay back on the grass again, resting his arms on his pillow, looking quietly at the stars above his head. The girl in the red dress curled up beside him contentedly, their fingers still interlocked, and the red skirt was spread among the green grass.
Your Majesty, please forgive me.
Let me be lazy for a little longer----
Reinhart looked up at the starry sky and thought silently in his heart.
The night breeze is gentle, the stars hang low, and in the distance, the lights of the Royal City echo the stars in the sky. The Cloud Rail train occasionally cuts across the night sky, bringing up a stream of light, cutting the sky in half and quickly healing it.
However, the quiet time is short-lived after all.
"Huh?"
Felista suddenly blinked.
Among the silvery stars in the sky, a crimson star lit up without warning.
"Reinhart, look."
She stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky and said, "There is a red star lighting up."
Reinhart looked in the direction she pointed.
With just one glance, all the slackness on his face faded away, his eyes became solemn, and his pupils shrank slightly in the dark night.
Without waiting for further thought, the second red star lit up.
The third, fourth, tenth star - one after another, red stars lit up in the night sky one after another, spreading from one end of the sky to the other, with red rays intertwining, outlining, connecting, and extending between them.
In just a few breaths, an unimaginably huge red network formed over the planet.
It was like a giant umbrella that opened slowly, almost covering the entire Atlant. The red light fell, dyeing the grassland with a thin layer of blood. Even Felista's red skirt looked a little darker in the red light.
Star Network.
This is Star Network in the highest state of emergency.
Seeing this scene, the smile on Felista's face disappeared.
Reinhart had already stood up, holding the two swords in his hands at some point. He looked up at the giant net covering the sky, his eyes were as sharp as a blade, and his whole body was like a sword that was pulled out instantly, with its sharp edge exposed.
The two looked at each other.
No words were needed, they all knew something was wrong.
And, it is by no means a trivial matter.
Whoosh!
A beam of light fell from the sky without warning and landed in front of Reinhart.
The light twisted, outlined, and quickly condensed into the projection of a giant dragon. The image of Sorog appeared on the grass, with its wing membranes folded and its face as solemn as iron.
"Reinhart."
Iron Dragon looked at the human swordsman and said in a deep voice, "There are unknown life forms attacking from deep space. The target is Bernardo. There are three in number. They are huge and difficult to intercept by conventional means. I order you to go to space immediately. Star Network's brilliance will guide you in the direction."
The swordsman nodded solemnly without any hesitation.
"Reinhart, take your orders!"
The projection dispersed in response, turning into specks of light and disappearing in the night wind.
There was a tightness on the wrist.
Felista held his hand again.
The girl in the red dress looked up at him, her eyes filled with worry, but without any intention of holding back.
She is a descendant of Red Emperor.
Although she doesn't like fighting, she knows very well when the sword of the empire should be unsheathed.
"My Reinhart."
She said word by word seriously, "My dear swordsman, I am waiting for your triumphant return. Don't forget the agreement we just made."
Reinhart nodded solemnly.
"Wait for me."
he said.
The next moment, red stars fell vertically from the sky and condensed into a beam of light that enveloped him.
Reinhart offered no resistance.
The space twisted and folded under the power of Star Network, teleporting the swordsman's figure out and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Bernardo, low earth orbit.
The light dissipated, and Reinhart hung in the deep, silent sky.
He lowered his head and glanced at the planet Wei Blue Dragon beneath his feet, then raised his eyes to look at the darkness ahead.
Then he saw it.
In the dark universe, three huge spheres are tearing apart the deep space and crashing towards the blue planet behind them.
A dark blood-colored luster flows on their surface. They are so large that each one is comparable to an asteroid, and their speed is so fast that they seem to smash Bernardo into pieces.
The swordsman's pupils shrank slightly.
With such a size and such speed - if any one falls to the surface, it will be Calamity, which is enough to destroy the continent and turn the prosperous empire into purgatory in an instant.
The meteor shower that once fell on Orotara was nothing compared to these three asteroid-level giants.
At the same time, Crimson Star Network covering the entire Atlant suddenly erupted.
Countless rays of energy rose from the surface of the planet, crossed into the deep space, and poured into Reinhart's body like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea. Immortal Realm's body trembled slightly in the starlight, and its strength increased steadily.
Empire-grade Creation can affect Immortal Life.
Sacred Aura's development over the years is not just for show.
The swordsman felt that he had never been so powerful. Starlight surged through his body, and every inch of flesh and blood was infused with power far beyond ordinary times.
"Come on."
Reinhart whispered.
His whole body turned into a sword light, traveling across the deep space and rapidly approaching the three spheres at an unimaginable speed.
The moment the distance got closer, the Divine Power of light and darkness turned into sword light.
Expand without reservation.
A pair of terrifying sword lights that were dozens of kilometers long were held in the hands of a tiny human being and swept across the universe, passing three giant balls with unparalleled speed again and again.
Tsk!
The first spherical body split from the middle and was chopped into several pieces, followed closely by the second and third ones——
The figure of Reinhart shuttled between the three spherical bodies at high speed. Every time it passed by, it brought a sword mark across the sky. The giant spherical object was cut into pieces in the crisscrossing sword light, and countless fragments rolled and scattered in the vacuum.
Reinhart stabilized his figure in the void, his chest rising and falling silently.
Is it over?
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his heart condensed.
The scattered fragments seemed to have life, attracting and converging with each other in the deep space, and countless cracks were closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In just a few breaths, all the fragments of the three spherical bodies merged into one, converging into a giant blood-colored ball that was larger than any of the original ones.
On the surface of the giant ball, there is a tightly intertwined organic texture similar to muscle fibers.
With it as the center, invisible waves are constantly surging.
Reinhart only felt bursts of Rage welling up in his heart---- His face was solemn, and a layer of bright light suddenly flashed around his body, temporarily suppressing the negative state. At the same time, the giant ball continued unabated, and its power became more fierce.
Reinhart slashed down with several swords again.
The sword light penetrated the surface of the giant ball, tearing apart deep sword marks. However, the material of the giant ball squirmed and gathered like a living thing, and healed quickly, leaving not even a trace.
Obviously, this is not an asteroid.
It has life, like a living celestial body.
The swordsman hovered in the deep sky, his eyes focused.
He realized this, this thing was not that easy to kill, ordinary attacks were meaningless to it, and even his own attacks could not effectively destroy it.
Do you want to wake up His Majesty for this?
No.
Your Majesty is at the critical moment of breaking through the Immortal Realm and cannot be affected by anything.
Reinhart took a deep breath.
There was no air in the vacuum around him, but he still needed this breath, or through such an action, to let his will sink to the deepest place.
Finality!
Light and darkness, two completely opposite forces awakened from his body at the same time, like two long rivers rushing through the limbs and bones.
His left eye sank into pure black, while his right eye lit up with extreme whiteness. The light overflowed from the eye socket, flowed down his cheek, around his neck, and spread throughout his body.
Black and white light marks spread across his skin, like cracks.
The pair of big swords in his palms also closed together.
The two swords merged and turned into one handle. The sword light shrank to its normal size, showing a dusk-like color, like a line of skylight where day and night meet. The light is about to go out, but the darkness is about to come.
This is the first time Reinhart has opened this state in actual combat after breaking through the Immortal Realm.
Power of Finality is too dangerous and cannot be controlled by normal humans. In contrast, his body is not tough enough. If he is not careful, he will be backlashed by Power of Finality and die on the spot.
But at this moment, at the critical moment of the empire, with Star Network's full support, he took this step.
Without hesitation.
The next moment, Reinhart's figure moved again.
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward, facing the giant bloody ball that was crashing into his home. He carried Dusk Terminus Sword and crashed into the bloody light surging around the giant ball. His small figure was instantly swallowed up by the boundless blood.
The giant bloody ball continued to fall.
Toward Bernardo, toward Atlant, toward billions of lights.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
Suddenly——tear!
A sword mark lit up on the surface of the giant ball.
Time seemed to have stopped. At the same moment, the second and third ——thousands and billions of dusk-colored Finality sword marks lit up one after another from the sphere, crisscrossing them and becoming as dense as a spider web. In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire surface of the giant sphere, cutting the dark blood into fragments Shatter.
In an instant, the giant bloody ball Shatter again.
The scattered pieces squirmed crazily again in an attempt to come together, but failed.
The remaining Power of Finality in each sword mark was like gangrene attached to the bones, suppressing them. Countless fragments struggled for a few times, but in the end they could only maintain the form of Shatter and continue to fall towards the planet.
They are still dangerous.
However, it is no longer something to be afraid of.
Crimson Star Network roars again.
In low-Earth orbit, figures emerged from the starlight.
One by one, Aura Heroic Spirit, wearing strong armor and strong swords, stood out in array in the glow of Sanctum; giant dragons soared into the sky, their wing shadows covering the starfield.
At the same time, all Aura Satellite orbiting the planet lit up.
Dense interception beams poured down like a torrential rain, falling towards the falling debris.
During the attacks of Guangyu and Aura guards, the bloody fragments were further shattered and evaporated.
Whoosh!
A ray of starlight lit up and passed straight through the void, covering the unconscious figure and quickly transporting it back to the planet.
At the same time.
Atlant, the earth.
Countless creatures walked out of the house and looked up at the night sky.
They saw Crimson Star Network covering the sky, clusters of light blooming above the sky, and at the same time, they also saw a magnificent scene like countless meteorites falling and being intercepted and annihilated in mid-air.
The children were amazed, thinking this was another grand fireworks after Millennium Celebration.
The older and stronger people looked at the sky, but they all remained silent for a long time.
They were all vaguely aware of it.
The long-lasting peaceful years of singing and dancing seem to be quietly coming to an end starting from this starry night.
ps: It's the end of the month, so I'm kindly asking for a monthly ticket.