Mage Manual-Chapter 1401 - 1027: Rose Extra (Part 1)_2

"No, you can’t." Nia was very resistant and immediately said, "You can’t!"

"What about me?" Filly blinked, hugging Nia, and asked, "Can I?"

Nia looked at the considerate and adorable blonde girl in front of her. Her lips moved slightly, but she still shook her head heavily, "You can’t either, no one can!"

"Only you can?" Igula raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

"I can’t either..." Nia lowered her head, biting her lower lip fiercely. Clearly, she was throwing a tantrum, yet looked pitiful like she was being bullied: "I’m not worthy, and I’m afraid... But, but I still don’t want..."

"I understand." Filly gently comforted her, "Although deep down you hope he could be happy, if you’re not by his side, you’d still feel unwilling.

Ash didn’t hear their last conversation, as he pushed open the villa’s door and stepped out.

The piercing cold wind at 350 km/h swept his hair, and in an instant, he moved from the cozy villa to the Canaan dashing across the desolate land. In the heavenly curtain, meteor rain fell endlessly, and in front of him stood the most formidable enemies he had ever faced.

Gospel legendary Fist Claw Mage, Amilo.

Blood Moon legendary Necromancer, Tiramisu.

Paradise legendary Flame Mage, Curse Elf.

Earth Abyss legendary Parasitic Mage, a nameless youth.

They crowded in the carriage aisle, illuminated by the dim starlight, resembling silent tombstones.

Behind them, demons stood atop the carriage.

Realm’s Consciousness, Le Huai, Long Yuan, Ye Jian! Divine Lord container, demon substitute!

"Need a hand?"

A scruffy blonde middle-aged man beside him asked, clearly once a handsome youth despite his disheveled appearance. He held two swords in his arms, seemingly waiting here for Ash.

"No need."

Ash drew his sword out of the scabbard, the shrill sound of metal against the scabbard slicing through the howling gale. He wielded the paired swords upside down, carving a ruthless cross, enclosing all enemies within his sight, then set his body into motion, unleashing a storm of slaughter on the speeding train!

I was the one to join the Angel Hunt... It was I who proposed the plan to save Allstars... So your enemy should be me, must be me, can only be me!

No one could breach Ash’s sword circle; his swordplay was as fierce as a storm, and his blade as delicate as fine rain. Before him, everything crumbled; those destined to die perished, while those meant to live survived!

Until everyone had fallen, and then the demons stood before him. But Ash wasn’t afraid at all; he felt a genuine sense of joy, knowing he was no match for the demons, but even if he perished here, he’d willingly face...

Suffocation.

Realm’s Consciousness’s bare hand strikes, Long Yuan’s double axes, Le Huai’s flame arm blade, Ye Jian’s Death God’s stride. Even though they did not deliberately besiege Ash, the density and flawless violence of their attacks left Ash as fragile as crystal.

This is the demons’ battlefield... it’s a torment humans can’t endure!

Ash fell time and again, shattered repeatedly, feeling dizzy and a soul-tearing pain. He could quickly get up and continue fighting, yet while his physical wounds healed as new, the scars in his heart kept accumulating. No matter how much blood he spilled, he couldn’t wash away the soul-crushing pain, and no matter how many bones he broke, he couldn’t sever the suffocating grief.

All he could do was swing his sword with abandon, each time getting up more ferociously, each resurrection stronger than before. Only then could he catch his breath from the suffocating pain. He fought until his mind grew hazy, the light blades in his hands becoming as heavy as mountains and seas, yet his body kept dancing, the demons revealing incredulous expressions, one after another falling beneath his sword.

He must defeat all enemies, slay all demons, because only this way, he, he could—

"Can you bear to strike down?"

The blade rested against a pale, elegant neck; on the speeding train roof stood the last demon. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, eyes filled with starlight, gazing at Ash with tearful affection and yet cold indifference.

She was Filly, and also... Dazzling Star.

Ash released the hilt, looking back in bewilderment.

The villa vanished long ago, the hallway Nia disintegrating like scattered petals, Rose lying on a seat extracting the Supreme Holy Grail’s Soul Burial Void Realm, Igula and Harvey too disappeared, leaving behind only an empty coffin discarded from the train.

The starlight-surrounded blonde girl looked calmly at Ash, saying nothing. She needed to do nothing, as the pride of Supreme of Magic pierced Ash’s soul like a banner.

He could strike at the Supreme of Magic, but he could still reclaim nothing.

From the very beginning, he could not change the outcome.

Filly was the vessel of Dazzling Star, Nia was the shadow of Allstars, and Rose was the target the whole world wanted to execute.

Ash sat on the roof, looking at his bloodstained hands. He rubbed them furiously, yet nothing cleansed them; the more he did, the more the blood flowed, engulfing his body. The sorrow was like a raging wind filling his form, leaving him so weak it felt as if every bone had been removed, even his heartbeat felt tired and stopped. He no longer wanted to move, without complaint even if he drowned here.

Those who wanted to protect him couldn’t protect themselves.

Those who wanted to rely on him were lost in the apocalypse.

Those who wanted to follow him were devoured like fish and meat by beings.

Even those who had accompanied him always were now forgotten by the world.

Not every promise can be fulfilled; not every yearning can find a home. Promises and expectations are like saplings planted in a desolate land, because they were sincerely sown, when they fail, the roots keep twisting beneath the soil, cracking it with countless scars, as if even the sky were to be torn.

After an unknown time, Ash finally lowered his hands and spoke in a low voice, "Rose."

"When did you realize you were inside a reminiscence?"

Rose sat by the pool, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind. She still wore a luxurious gown, her cheeks adorably plump, sequins at the corners of her eyes, with bare feet soaking in the bath.

"The hair tie." Ash raised his left hand; on the wet wrist was a dry rubber band hair tie, "I returned this hair tie to you long ago."