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Heroes who willingly embarked on a journey to slay the gods; knights bearing Caesar's command. They abandoned worldly beliefs, solely to bring a true tomorrow to Onphalus.

"To embark on a great undertaking to save the world"

Those destined to never see the dawn point their swords at the black tide that taints the sun; but the true dawn, guided by "her," will pierce the dream of genius's destruction with its sword, and write the true tomorrow!

"Perhaps it's because of the loss of humanity."

If it were me in the past, I probably would have said those words in an even more awkward way.

"Although I don't know why you've refused to meet me, according to Miss Messenger, you are me, you are March 7th."

She gently placed her hand on her chest and closed her eyes.

"In that case, you must, you definitely will like our pioneering spirit!"

In a daze, the gray figure in the light screen once again overlapped with a certain image in his mind.

"I gaze into the distant future / I witness the distant past."

"The sun will mark people's footprints... / The blazing sun has marked people's footprints..."

The dark sun sheds golden blood; at the beginning of the epic, it opens its eyes, inscribing everything about Onphalus. The dark sun sheds golden blood; at the end of the epic, the savior transforms into a blazing sun of destruction, raising the dawn for the coming tomorrow.

"The son of the Golden Descendant"

"The fire that was taken from the gods / The fire that has been returned to the gods"

"To support the heavens and the earth once more"

"The pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss."

"In all of that, life is insignificant."

The epic tale of heroes unfolds here.

Aglaia, Tirispeius, Anaxagoras, Hyacinthus, Medemus, Sephalia, Thea, Caislana, Helekula, Long Night Moon, Danheng, Cerudela.

"Indeed, we were reduced to ashes."

The heroic portrait vanished in the flames, revealing a magnificent drawing that resembled a creation myth.

At the beginning of the epic, Jinzhi stands at the center, leading the Golden Blood on their unfinished journey to the fire; at the end of the epic, the savior from beyond the heavens stands at the center, joining hands with more companions to bring true hope to Onpharos.

"Just for the epic of creation"

"To inscribe the opening stroke"

The infinite re-closure of the broken Onphalus.

Caius... will never be forgotten.

"In that unknown future, where countless enemies bear the burden of 'strife,' then what I will bear is the burden of 'the world.'"

"I don't want to climb those incredibly high steps."

Looking at the towering Dawn Cloud Cliff in the distance, a clear look of rejection appeared in Ceres' eyes.

“You can go back to Tree Garden, which will save you the trouble of staying by my side.” Xia didn’t even glance at her while riding the Earth Beast, but he would occasionally touch the Earth Beast to show his appreciation for the scholar.

Just as Liu Ying lowered her head in silence, Silver Wolf's voice rang out beside her.

"Elio said not to worry about the appearance time in the script, you can go whenever you want."

Silver Wolf mimicked Elio's tone, like a ruthless information relay station.

"But he's been acting strangely lately. I hope he's alright." The projection of Silver Wolf clasped its hands together, looking as if it were praying.

Chapter 107 A Romantic Story Unlike Any Other

"Most of the 'heroic journeys' in the universe are nothing more than dice they casually tossed..."

Through countless mirrors, the genius known as the Black Tower gazes upon Onpharos, which symbolizes infinity.

Will your answer be different?

She raised her head, her eyes revealing a look of curiosity.

"Omphalos."

At the end of the epic, the savior from beyond the heavens once again steps into the beginning of everything, a poignant and mysterious farewell.

In the midst of the golden wheat field, she saw that pink figure that seemed to embody all the beauty in the world.

She gently stroked the wheat ears and spoke slowly.

"This is sure to be a romantic story unlike any other."

“You think so too,” she said, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She slowly turned her head.

The first and the last of her overlap at this moment, her eyes filled with endless tenderness, and in this romantic moment, everything shines because of her.

"Right?"

"Uncle Yang, your face looks so stiff!" March 7th exclaimed. "Are you alright?"

"fine……"

Walter picked up his teacup and took a sip of instant coffee to calm his nerves.

When he first saw the pink figure, he didn't think much of it. After all, he only knew everything about Alicia from Raiden Mei.

The similarities acknowledged by the group of heroes chasing the fire made him almost certain that Onpharos had a very high probability of having a thirteenth or even the original Law Titan, and that it happened to be related to Xilian.

Although there's no concrete evidence, this can be considered his experience...

***(Tesla profanity) The Honkai is still chasing me!

【Golden Epic/Thousand Star Chronicles: "Heroic Chronicles of Onpharos"】

[Playback complete]

[Next up: "Corona"]

【Corona】

【Start playing】

【"00000000"】

In the darkness, the number, which should have been zero, began to increase rapidly.

"33550330"

"33550331"

"they said……"

"33550332"

"33550333"

"33550334"

"If suffering eventually comes to an end,"

"He is the savior."

Chapter 108 Corona

"They said..."

"If suffering eventually comes to an end,"

The man gazing at the dawn turned away, his face obscured by shadow.

Frame by frame, he illuminates the darkness with light, he slays Titans and seizes the flame...

"He is the savior."

No matter how many setbacks and hardships he experiences, his smile always brings warmth to others, remaining unchanged.

"...but why now,"

The warm, sun-like smile has vanished, leaving only a calm indifference to everything.

The dark clouds covering the sky obscured the trembling sun in his eyes.

The swordsman in black merged the "sun" and the "moon" into one, and the moment of the solar eclipse had arrived.

"Behind me..."

"But there was nothing there."

The dawn of Ohmma was extinguished, and everything was swept into the black tide of destruction, leaving them no room to breathe.

He gripped the morning dew and ran forward with all his might.

He stepped over the corpses of civilians, he stepped over the soldiers he had fought alongside.

He bypassed his comrades who were treating soldiers, and he bypassed his former respected teachers.

He couldn't stop, because the black-clad swordsman was right in front of him!

He arrived with the black tide, destroying his past and his present. Now, he intends to destroy his future and everything he cherishes!

In her remaining memories, the white-haired man looked just like that; there was no smile on his face, but he was willing to give everything for the world.

As a doctor, she was afraid of that future, afraid that more people would die because of it, and she didn't want to see that future.

So we still have to move forward.

Regardless of whether the re-creation is a conspiracy by that divine audience member, it can only be regarded as the hope for defeating the Black Tide.

"After it's over?"

In his memory, Aglaia's voice rang out; at that time, he had asked about his wishes after the journey to the fire ended.

"Let's open a tailor shop," Aglaia suggested with a light laugh.

“Living for yourself is not bad,” he affirmed Aglaia’s idea.

How wonderful the future they once envisioned was! But now, even she has stepped onto the battlefield, alongside Xia Die.

The greatsword, shrouded in black, was hurled by the black-clad swordsman's clone. Just as the icy blade was about to touch Aglaia, Xia Die's figure stepped in front of it.

The blade pierced her body, and the butterfly, born to perch on the branch of death, fell to the ground. Even she could not escape death.

In the black and white world, Bai E silently watched all of this, his white hair obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression.

Memories flooded back once again.

"I want to be an ordinary person," Xia Die said, expressing her most sincere and genuine wish.

"This cannot be called a wish..."

Tears streamed down his face as he gasped for breath and swiftly raised his sword to block the black-clad swordsman's downward slash.

No matter how sad he was, he had no time to waste.

"It's time to settle things." Wan Di's voice echoed in my mind.

"Then stand up and face me!"

Whether in response to his past foes or in anger at the executioner before him, Bai E repelled the black-clad swordsman and swung his sword at him with all his might.

"……useless"

He didn't want to explain further, because he had already given that explanation from the very beginning of his first reincarnation. Through thirty million reincarnations, he had offered countless explanations. In the end, it was just self-consolation.

He knew all too well that explanations were futile.

Or perhaps, it was those more than four hundred million sparks that burned away his humanity.

The swordsman in black stood in the void, with the extinguished Dawn Machine behind him, like a setting sun at dusk.

He created several clones, which attacked downwards.

Wan Di and Bai E joined forces to resist their attack.

After defeating two clones, before he could even turn around, another clone attacked him. Wan Di had no time to dodge and could only cross his arms to block it.

Just then, the black-clad swordsman appeared behind him, his jet-black longsword piercing precisely into Wan Di's tenth thoracic vertebra from behind—