Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 945 Their Names

The search for the Light Imprints was far from peaceful, but fortunately, with the help of the Wings of the Holy, Ying was able to fly, which saved her a lot of trouble. In the end, she successfully found all the fragments of the Light Imprints.

After all the fragments were put back in place, Saffir raised her hand to gather the power of the light realm, and then gently touched the engraved light imprint. A mysterious feeling surged into her heart. As if sensing something, she raised her head and tried to control that strange yet familiar energy.

Phosphorus, the most primal power of Teyvat, flowed slowly through her palm.

“Do this…” As Saffir thought this, phlogiston began to condense, transforming from light force into a gaseous state, then into droplets of liquid, and finally into a solid gem.

The gems, gleaming with dazzling light, floated up one by one and merged into the broken column of phlogiston, attempting to repair it.

Paimon held his breath, praying that Saffir's healing would work.

Saffir carefully controlled each solid phlogiston chip, her eyes slightly narrowed. She heard that voice again: "Quick, seal us all inside—just like we agreed—"

Hiss—then leave, leave—why haven't you left yet—calamity—"

“Listen carefully, there’s more than just… there are more than just two soldiers talking down there.” Titu heard it too.

Everyone present, including the dragon, heard it.

The sound grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly chaotic. It was an extreme pain, a roar seemingly emanating from the depths of the soul. It was distant and ethereal, untouchable yet shocking.

They heard the roar of men and the low murmur of dragons.

Flesh and blood intertwined, emitting a heart-palpitating muffled sound. Bones, flesh, tendons, blood... they dissolved and coalesced, finally transforming into a viscous behemoth that defied description, slowly advancing forward.

The sound of the colossal object advancing was not the sound of footsteps, but the sound of thousands of hands scraping across the ground, resisting, howling, and constantly trying to push outwards.

The pitch-black shadow, shrouded in purplish-black mist, gradually seeped from the ground. It originated from reality but appeared in consciousness. If the space of human consciousness is a deep black, then at this moment, the consciousness of the people present was shrouded in a faint purple.

Under the influence of the purple mist, they witnessed a battle that would never end, flesh intertwining, blood and gore flying, only to reunite in the next second and continue the fight, endlessly.

This was not a battle, but torture; it was an outright form of torture.

“…” Safiel’s right hand clenched unconsciously.

Judging by the timeline, these two have been fighting here for five hundred years.

How similar is it to the five hundred years she experienced in Aru?

Her torment has long since come to an end, but what about them?

A hint of pity flashed in Ying's eyes: "They cannot find peace; they are fighting."

“Why is this happening…” Titu staggered backward. “This… is not the same as in the story.”

In the story, we say that the heroes were injured, but they shook themselves off and stood up as if nothing had happened.

But what is it now? They are still fighting, they cannot stop, true torment is not something easy... They have been enduring such immense suffering in that small, dark world for so many years...

Kristen became depressed and began to sob softly.

Carmos remained silent, simply watching Saffir's tightly pursed lips, then sighed softly, wondering how many people were still enduring such torture.

"Is there anything we can do for them?" Paimon couldn't stand it anymore.

Saffir's firm reply was: "Of course, our arrival means the end of their torment."

Titu suddenly looked at Saffir, wanting to say that it was the Abyss, but then he thought, this is Aurora, the most legendary of the heroes who directly defeated the Abyss.

He shut his mouth, said nothing more, and quietly watched Saffir, waiting for her next move.

Saphir lightly touched her toes, and the holy wings on her back fluttered as she slowly took flight. Veronica appeared beside her, transforming into a cross blade.

She gripped the hilt of the blade tightly, and in an instant, her entire body was enveloped in golden light:

"Titu, watch closely, this is their end, the final chapter for Nata and Kanria, the heroes of the past."

See it, record it, and then pass it on. The epic of Nata is already full of Aurora's name. On this page, I do not ask you to record everything I have done exactly as it happened, but I hope that you can ensure that future generations remember it.

In the distant past, there were two heroes named Sifreya and Eliza.

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung the cross blade in her hand, and a golden blade of light shot straight towards the two golden sculptures below, causing a large crack to appear on the sculptures.

"Didn't we already agree... that once the seal is ready, we'll... leave quickly—Taooru, hurry, take your people and go—" Sifuanya was the first to wake up, but he wasn't fully conscious and was still shouting for Taooru to retreat.

Ying quickly drew her sword, ready to fight the enemy, but heard Saffir say, "Step back. This is a warrior of Kanria. It is natural for me to deal with him for the captain."

Ying nodded slightly upon hearing this, and pulled the others to a safe place.

Meanwhile, Sifianya had already raised her sword and begun to condense a wind elemental orb, attempting to attack Saffir.

Faced with Sifreya's attack, Saphir neither dodged nor evaded, letting the blue magic orb hurtle towards his face before being blocked by the shield of holy light, only causing a ripple.

Her gaze locked onto the still-conscious Eliza: "Aren't you going to wake up, Eliza?!"

"I... will never yield to that black—damn—abyss!!!" Compared to the well-proportioned Severanya, Illiza was undoubtedly a burly man, wielding a giant axe in each hand, exuding an imposing aura. "Don't—get in front of me—uhhhhh—"

The indomitable spirit contained in those words made Ying and the others turn their heads in surprise.

Upon hearing these words, a flicker of emotion seemed to appear in Saffir's golden eyes, but it vanished in an instant, replaced by her indifference.

The final form of a Seraph is a god, and gods do not possess human emotions.

She quietly gazed at the two figures standing ready below, recalling the five hundred years she had spent in Aru, and how those eyes of a man, seemingly from the depths of the starry sky, now overlapped with hers.

"Rest in peace, hero." She didn't say much, but gently raised her right hand, golden light blooming at her fingertips. Her golden lips parted slightly, and she slowly uttered two words, "Homecoming."

A massive Holy Cross descended from the sky, crushing the two of them. The powerful impact even shattered the incredibly solid phlogiston into powder.

Logically, with the solid fuel used for sealing shattered, the abyss energy should have been leaking out wildly.

But at this moment, the abyssal energy here seemed to have been caught in a trap, not daring to make the slightest movement.

This scene was quite impactful for the rest of the audience. One person raising his hand to completely suppress the abyssal energy and two powerful Kanriar heroes was too surreal.

But for Saffir, it was just a matter of raising his hand.

The next second, the Holy Cross suddenly trembled, and a powerful shockwave spread out, freezing Eliza and Sifreya in place after passing through their bodies, as if they had returned to their original forms.

As the shockwave hurtled toward him, Titu instinctively wanted to run away, but when he saw Ying standing still, he made up his mind and stood there watching the shockwave pass through his body.

To Titu's surprise, the shockwave that had instantly sealed off the two heroes did absolutely no damage, as if it had never existed. It simply passed through their bodies and then gradually faded away, as if it had never been there at all.

In terms of friend-or-foe identification, unlike Mavica's devastating violence, Saffir's power is more refined.

Severanya and Eliza were utterly defeated, their bodies shattered into dust.

In the split second before his physical body crumbled, Eliza seemed to regain a moment of reason, saying, "You see... I have completed your command, and I will not... disappoint you..."

"They've burned out, leaving only pale ashes." Saffir waved his hand, and a gentle breeze swept by, scattering the last traces the two had left in the world.

Paimon watched this scene, a deep sadness welling up inside him: "They're so pitiful... Can this really bring them relief?"

"Yes, definitely." Ying nodded vigorously.

Saffir remained silent, simply extending her arms outstretched, golden light flickering amidst a dark aura. She switched to Netherworld Mode, murmuring, "Seven Transformations of the Serpent - Reincarnation - Anubis's Passing Away."

Black and white energies intertwined at her fingertips, spreading throughout the space, carrying specks of golden light that seemed to fly away, gradually converging into two golden orbs in her palm.

Looking at the two orbs of light in his hand, Saffir carefully put them away: "Wait a little longer, and soon I will take you to where you are meant to be."

After dealing with those two, the broken solid phlogiston column was finally pieced back together, the purple mist enveloping it finally dissipated, and the threat from the abyss was completely eliminated.

Suddenly, specks of light descended upon this space, from the sky to the ground, like a golden rain.

When Ying and Paimon came to their senses, they found themselves in another space.

This place is very familiar to them; it is the Kingdom of the Night God.

Here, they met Kustark's incarnation once again. This time, Kustark transformed into a cat and chatted with them for a while. When Kustark mentioned the souls that had never entered the Kingdom of the Night God, Luminous and Paimon were both puzzled.

Seeing that neither of them knew anything, Kustak's eyes flashed with understanding: "It seems she has her own ideas. Good, it's time to arrange a meeting."

"A meeting? What do you mean?" Paimon asked, somewhat confused.

Kustak chuckled and shook his head: "It doesn't mean anything special, it's just a spontaneous thought. Ying, Paimon, do you think we should have a celebratory feast before we part?"

Ying frowned in thought, somewhat uncertain: "Perhaps...it should be like this? I don't know, but I think if it could be, it would be the best, right?"

Upon hearing her words, Kustak slightly raised his head, a hint of sadness appearing on his face beneath the veil: "Before every parting, there should be a celebration."

In this way, partings in this world will not seem so sudden and unexpected.

But we never know when the time of parting will come, so a parting with preparation and celebration is never a true parting.

But true parting always comes too suddenly, leaving people endlessly saddened…

"It feels like you're talking about something else," Paimon said, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Kustak withdrew his gaze from the distance and turned to look at Ying and Paimon: "You are very lucky, and perhaps you will always be lucky."

Keep moving forward, and let the scenery along the way become your own magnificent epic.

With that, she waved her hand, and Ying and Paimon left the Kingdom of Night and appeared outside.

Outside, Titu and Krist were waiting.

Upon seeing the two return, Titu breathed a sigh of relief: "You're finally back. Krist and I were very worried."

Paimon looked left and right, but couldn't see that familiar figure: "Where are Sapphire and Carmos?"

“They left early, saying they had important things to do and asked us to wait for you to go back together,” Titu said.

Paimon nodded slowly upon hearing this. She could sense Saphir's emotions and the hidden meaning in Kustak's words. Although she didn't quite understand, she could still pick up on the gist of it.

They must be hiding something from him, but Paimon didn't know what it was, nor was he particularly interested.

Anyway, Sapphire's words are always a mix of truth and lies. What's the point of pressing him for details? In the end, all you'll get is an uncertain answer, which is pointless.

Ying didn't think too much about it. In her opinion, Safiel wouldn't harm her, and that was enough. As for the rest, it didn't matter.

She twisted her waist and loosened her lumbar spine: "Let's go back."

The three people and one dragon embarked on their journey home.

Meanwhile, Saffir and Karmos, who had returned earlier, found their captain not long afterward.

Saffir held Karmos and explained the story of Sifianya and Eliza to the captain in detail. After she finished speaking, she stared intently at the captain's dark face.

Although the curse had distorted his appearance to the point where his expression was unrecognizable, forcing him to wear a mask, Saffir still habitually stared at him.

It was as if they could analyze the captain's inner thoughts through that non-existent expression.

"Did you bring them with you?" The captain thought for a long time before finally asking the question.

Saffir nodded, raised his right hand slightly, and handed over two orbs of light.

The captain reached out and took it, his expression unreadable, his face trembling slightly: "Sifanya... Eliza..."

The names were so ancient that he almost thought he had forgotten them.

Hearing it again still moved him deeply. It was a feeling that only his compatriots and comrades could evoke in him, stirring a ripple in his almost lifeless heart.

"They are calmer and stronger than I imagined. I thought they would be like candles in the wind, about to be extinguished at any moment, but now it seems that what you have helped them with is far more than just granting them liberation." The captain did not hear the expected wails and immediately realized what Saffir had done.

Saffir shrugged: "It was nothing, don't thank me too much."

The captain cradled the orbs of light in his hands and slowly guided them toward his heart. The orbs gradually merged into his heart, becoming one of the countless souls of the dead, using the captain's body as a vessel, waiting for the day they would return together.

Seeing that the team leader had finished tidying up, Saffir clapped his hands: "My job is done, now I'll continue my journey."

"You really think of yourself as a traveler." The captain chuckled, then changed the subject, "You used similar methods to recruit Loehafat and the others, didn't you? Aurora, you are stronger and more determined than I thought."

"Hmm? So, Captain, are you interested in joining Aurora's camp?" Saffir raised an eyebrow slightly. "A small group of the top four seats who advance and retreat together, plus the seventh and eighth seats, can give us enormous influence, enough to make us the undisputed leader in Winter Kingdom."

The captain looked at Saffir, pondered for a moment, and then said, "You make me feel that I wouldn't be surprised if you planned to run for Ice God next."

But... if it were you, I think it's worth looking forward to.