The dust settled, and Atres saw it. Atres's goal for this trip.

A creature stands in a terrifying, anxious, broken, just like the empire it is to rule. It is different from any ascenator Atres has ever seen, a shattered god who comes to occupy the fallen city and intends to rise again.

But once... it was just a mortal.

Atres will remind it of what happened before-Atres will exhale the breath of life in the face of destruction. Atres will remind them all.

"It's a god warrior!" exclaimed one of the Rakhorak, "Atras can't beat it!"

"Atras will let you see the death of the gods!" Atris roared, raised his spear and launched a charge. The spears flashed because of their power. This is the power of the gods and the power of the stars.

Atres' muscles struggled to bear the weight of strange magic, and the creature released another shock through its broken body. Atres' spear was not burned out like Rahorac, but emitted its own light.

It rushed towards the ascenator like a comet, knocking him to the ground, and the power of the magic explosion was also broken into the sky.

In front of Atres, a few feet away from the gully created by the creature, a Lakhorak was holding the body of another warrior. In order to protect her comrades, her own arm was also burned by magic.

"You...you are the Astral Spirit," she said, but in her eyes Atres could see despair.

She was begging, she was begging for a positive reply, so that she could save her. Only in this way could she save her friends. Around Atres, Lahorak's front had collapsed and their fighting will had fallen.

Atres did not answer. Atres' spear had been summoned back to her hands, which was the magic power she longed for.

The return spear still had some force when thrown. The ascenator did not leave blood on the tip of the spear, but only sand and dust were brought back - its body was completely made of magic and rock.

Atres wanted to tell her Atres' name, tell her that Atres was Atres, who was also a Lakhorak, and he also looked up at the stars to find the power to save himself... but that person was dead.

He died at the top of the Giant God Peak, and died with his brother Pelas. It was Pantheon who killed him, and his own failure that killed him.

No matter how hard Atres works, he will never be able to exchange for Atres or Pyras.

Even if that god has gone away, even if its sign has peeled off from the sky, it will be of no use.

Atres didn't speak, but turned around to face the creature again.

"You have to fight," Atres told the Lakhorak lightly, "you all have to fight." Around Atres, the ruins of the city were burning, just as the magic of the Ascenders refused to destroy.

The yellow sand was melted and solidified into glass again, and Atres ran past it. Magical shocks continued to hit, and each blow shook the whole world until it felt like the earth itself was falling apart, and only the heaven could survive.

But Atres refused to give up. Atres saw that all the crossbows were abandoned in place.

Lakhorak hid behind the ruins, held up his shield, and was swallowed by the dust.

"Fight! You must fight!" Atres roared in a louder voice. His voice was still mixed with the authority of the gods, and this weight made Atres disgusted.

Then Atres rushed to it, and Atres's spear cut through the stone it used to pretend to be a face.

At such a close distance, his magical shock directly hit Atres' shield and forced Atres back.

Atreth's spear swept over again, leaving behind a magical trajectory.

Once again, Atres raised his shield and barely had time to withstand the ascension's rage.

Atres tried his best, his feet were deeply trapped in the soil, blocking the monster from its place.

The will of the Ascenator controls the magic and launches an increasingly fierce attack on Atreth under his ruthless rage.

Atres went against the trend, squeezed out his roar from his teeth, and poked out a spear from behind his shield in all directions - piercing through the ruins, through the sky, and Lahorak, who was still hiding in the middle.

Atres' hands began to tremble. This time Atres did not roar at the group of warriors, but at Atres himself, with his nearly suffocating heart.

"fighting……"

The creature's eyes showed fierce light.

It knew that the land under Atres' feet was in danger. Atres's body was also shaking. Atres fell to the ground.

The magic on the spear was extinguished, and the helmet was clanging with Atreth's choking.

Atres spat in the dust and struggled to raise his head.

When Atres looked at Nerimajie, he could only see a Rakhorak warrior surrounded by smoke and chaos.

She turned to look at Atres and saw the eyes that Atres had just revealed... This time, what she saw was not the Star Spirit.

The man was holding Pyras, watching his dying gasp condense into snowflakes.

Atres didn't know whether she could recognize the tattoo on Atres' chest. It was the constellation in the night sky, Atres's fate. A scar penetrated it.

What she looked in her eyes was no longer begging. Atres saw a glow on her face, and the creature began to accumulate strength and was ready to release a magical shock again.

Although her arms were broken and her friends were already stiff, she picked up her shield and staggered towards Atres, as if she was destined to die, her steps were firm.

"What's your name?!" Atres asked intermittently, gasping, and her light became more and more dazzling.

"Assorth." She said firmly standing beside Atreth, then moved her shield toward the direction of the magical explosion.

The entire ruin was flooded with incredible light, as if declaring the intention of turning everything into ashes and leaving only darkness.

There is no more power, no more star spirits. The place where Assorth had just stood is empty. There is only the memory of Atreth.

But Atres could still feel Atres' scars, throbbing and severe pain.

It reminds Atres of his feelings of living and reminds Atres of every moment on his way.

Atres's comrade-brother, Palas, told Atres not to dye his victory red with blood... The attack of the savages, both Atres and the others were on the verge of death... They fell to the ground on the top of the Giant God Peak... The sword of the Dark Seed pierced death and awakened Atres... The wheat on the plateau grew tenaciously in the cracks between the rocks... Atres's hands covered in sludge, put down the plow and picked up the spear...

If it weren't for a female warrior setting up a shield, everything would have gone to nothing - she knew she had no hope of survival, but she still chose to fight.

Her power, her sacrifice, was better than the stars in the sky, than Atres, and than the star weapon in Atres's hands.

She won't die in vain.

Atres struggled to stand up, covered in bruises. Atres saw Lakhorak's figure, and emerged from behind the bunker and came to the center of the ruins behind Atres, as if a solar eclipse had eroded the sun disk.

Atres stood up with them. Atres at this moment was not a god, but a mortal. The pantheon worshipped by Atres was all those who fell, and they allowed Atres to survive.

All those who survive and all those who die must face the moment of destiny, and must decide the reasons for fighting, the love of life, and the true self.

What can God count as a matter of such courage? They are nothing.

"Assus!" Atres shouted to the ruins, regardless of whether the ribs had broken and pierced into both lungs.

"Assusa!" Lahorak responded to Atres's battle cry. They also stood up in the gravel rubble, and the shadow behind them gradually stretched and enlarged - the ascenator began to accumulate magic again.

Although Atres was broken and the god on Atres was dead, Atres felt the power of the spear ignited again, and the tassel at the top of the helmet suddenly lit up. It was summoning Atres to fight. The Lakhoraks threw the spear again.

Then, for a moment, a star in the war constellation that had long disappeared in the night sky flashed brightly, surpassing the brilliance of the sun.

Her name is Assorth.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, and a dragon-wing-shaped pattern on the ground under his feet gradually appeared.

The muscular warrior holding a spear and a shield fell from the sky and fell accurately and accurately in front of Doorbin and Aphelius.

The two quickly posed for defense because the momentum emitting too strongly by the person in front of them.

The merchant hid behind Aphelius, and the splashed gravel cut through his cheek.

"My God!"

The merchant howled subconsciously, and Pansen roared: "If you don't want to die, leave here quickly."

Immediately afterwards, a circular object with a stream of light flew from the other end of the mountain range.

Panson raised his shield and swung over the object that was ejected.

Robin knew Aphelius's ability, and he was not good at running away!

He quickly used the ability of the devil fruit to take the two away, and Robin noticed a quirky girl standing next to the hill.

There is no mistake, it is Twilight Starling Zoe, who has the ability to strike in the Summoner's Canyon.

Although it is not clear why Zoe and Panson fight, the battle between the Star Spirits is not something she can get into.

Robin hid in the distance and regretted the decision he had made before. If he went directly to Fukugami Island, the ending would obviously be much better.

Just like her star spirit personality, Zoe's way of gaining attention from the heavenly realm is unconventional. She did not achieve great victory in the desperate situation of hope, nor did she reach the top of the giant god peak without a trial challenging her fate.

Zoe is just an ordinary little girl, and she looks completely randomly selected from the Raquel tribe.

In the teacher's evaluation, Zoe is an imaginative child, but at the same time she is also willful, lazy, distracted, and loves to make small moves. One day, she escaped from the study class of sacred texts and looked for something "slightly less boring". It was at this time that Twilight Star Spirit noticed her.

Under its gaze, the little girl imitated the roar of the scholar pastor while avoiding their pursuit in the village.

After an hour of pursuit, she was surrounded by angry teachers and was surrounded by cliffs behind her.

Just as they were about to reach out to grab Zoe, the Star Spirit summoned six items to put them in front of the little girl: a bag of gold coins, a sword, a completed study notes, a kneeling mat for worship, a silk-woven rope, and a toy leather ball. Five of these things can allow her to escape or resolve the unfavorable situation in front of her.

However, Zoe chose the sixth one.

She didn't consider running away or seeking forgiveness at all, but grabbed the toy ball, kicked it to the wall of a nearby house, and then sang a song, and jumped around the serious priests with the ball.

Although the previous host of the Star Spirit brought an end to the Dark Seeds' War, he never showed such unrestrained joy when facing danger.

Zoe's carefreeness and vitality made the star spirit overjoyed. It opened a portal of glimmer and went straight to the top of the Giant God Peak, giving Zoe an opportunity to see the vast universe.

She jumped back and entered the portal, immediately merged with the star spirit, then stuck out her tongue and made a face, and disappeared out of thin air before the dumbfounded teachers.

This transcendent deification is unique - in fact, this kind of thing is unheard of in the myths and legends of the giant gods.

But Zoe was too lazy to care why the rules for governing the Protestant were changed for himself.

She was too lazy to control the rules. Instead, she traveled through many reality in different dimensions, challenging the limits of the comprehensible range of mortals, and playing with the power that few people have seen in the past and the future.

Zoe felt less than a year had passed, but when she returned home, the Runeland seemed to have passed by hundreds of years.

She explores what happened in the world while she left with the curiosity of the child. Fortunately, she can cross the trickle of time in a moment.

She witnessed the rise and fall of the "armored bad guy" Mordecais. The "Scaring Ghosts and Ghosts" caused the collapse and collapse of Fukukami Island; the catastrophe brought about by the "Beautiful Stone War".

There is also a newly established dull country near the "Bulbulous Forest".

Zoe understands one thing-she is not alone.

There were other astral spirits walking in the mortal world, and there were more than ever before. So she could meet more friends! But every time they sent her away, it seemed that they had to work on other things in the space between the two realms. The curious Zoe flew to the stars, where she found the great cosmic dragon, Aurelian Thor.

Although he did not hide his contempt for her, because he despised all the Astral Spirits, Zoe would always return to the dragon, wanting to know what grievances he suffered.
Chapter completed!