Chapter 70 To our eternal homeland where flowers are always in full bloom

. The time to return home has come.

This is the news received by all the creatures belonging to the other side. They have been waiting for this news for thousands of years, and it seems that they have no longer held the hope of waiting.

But it has come.

Just as it must come.

Go to the coast.

On that night of the new moon, we set out on our way home.

All the cities in Europe were immersed in the fantasy and restlessness, and even the mysterious, floating ashes, and full of fighting and killing all the time in the other world became quiet.

Because they will go to their real hometown, and no longer have to live in the cracks of the world squeezed by the increasingly powerful humans, and part ways with humans from now on.

Legends return to legends, and reality remains reality.

Luna stood on the coast, the legendary gray coast, the coast full of flowers. She sat down and waited for the sunset. She took a flower in her hand and quietly pulled the petals.

"Are you fortune-telling?" Lilith sat over. She was wearing a red dress and looked particularly radiant.

Luna curled her lips, "No," she rubbed the flower in her hand, "What kind of divination?"

"It is said that you take a flower and tear it off petal by petal, while saying that he loves me or not, the last piece is the other person's feelings." Lilith said with a smile, her eyes curved like a crescent moon, obviously in a good mood.

"This kind of thing, can't you tell whether it is an odd number or an even number by just looking at it?" Luna said disdainfully, and stuffed the flower to Lilith.

She stood up and stretched her body.

"Then aren't you curious about this?" Lilith said.

"It's just," the girl turned her head slightly, "to see if my love or mercy can reach it."

Lilith looked at the flower in her hand, she thought for a while, and smiled knowingly.

"Is that so." Lilith said with a smile.

Luna didn't want Holmes to be destroyed as a burial object for Moriarty, Lilith knew this very well, so what could she do?

Plant a nature, or an idea, in Sherlock Holmes, he wants to see her new glory with his own eyes.

This idea, the idea of ​​seeing her most radiant side, from a certain perspective, can be regarded as falling in love with her, after all, the deepest obsession of life includes her obsession and the obsession of witnessing her glory.

If he arrived here tonight, it can also be said that he loves her. Human love is such a complicated thing. Lilith thought, not necessarily, it is better to say that many times have nothing to do with marriage or blood relationship.

So there is nothing wrong with the divination method I recommended, right? Love is broad. Lilith held her chin and continued to tear it down.

"Luna," she said happily, "I got a good result for you."

"Thank you so much." The girl said without looking back, looking at the other side of the sea.

Lilith's heart suddenly moved. Luna might not be able to reach her hometown.

Her mission is to bring everyone here and then open that door.

But they need her.

"Isn't it, Gold?" Lilith wiped the tears that had flowed from her face on the blonde woman's body. Gold didn't avoid them as usual.

"Yes," Gold replied. She stroked the ring on her finger quietly and looked at Lilith's ring finger. The keys to their kingdom were both rings, but hers represented greed for power, while Lilith's represented loyalty to love.

"I think the number thirteen is really great." Lilith said ramblingly, "Thirteen is the best. No religion is allowed to make up rumors about thirteen."

Half came over, "You're right."

"But if you have time, maybe you can help Frey move his bronze coffin," Half suggested.

Gold didn't move. "Their human heroes will be carried by the souls of the human dead." She suddenly smiled. "Just leave it there. I suspect something very interesting will happen."

"For example, a show like the four kings carrying a coffin?" Jenny laughed. "I've really seen it."

"No one questioned you." Half put her arm around her shoulder. "But it seems like it's more appropriate for us to carry it. It also seems to have some fable-like meaning."

"The King of Salvation and the King of Conquest?" Jenny laughed. "Those who save humanity and conquer distant places will be called heroes."

"So the two of us," Lilith laughed. "I still don't understand why I'm not the King of Hope."

"Because humans are not that shameless." Gold yawned and said. "However, if we understand desire from another perspective, it means that humans have endless internal motivation to explore possibilities. How can they not be the King of Hope?"

"We'll wait until sunset," Luna walked back. She seemed to have not found the target she was waiting for, so she simply walked back. "I'll go in front, and then Lucy and Xina, I need you to help me calibrate the direction."

Lucy took out the compass from her collar. She opened the compass cover and found that under the effect of the magnetic field, the needle had already stuck tightly to a direction deep into the sea. "No problem," she said, "My king's key seems to have completely sensed the call of my hometown."

Xina nodded.

"Then it's Frey and Sean," Luna said, counting on her fingers, "Just in time, Half and Jenny are escorting the bronze coffin."

Frey was collecting sea water with his golden cup to keep as a souvenir of this journey.

Sean nodded, and he looked back at the human world, "To be honest, humans are really interesting."

"Yes." Gold agreed, "Then the two of us."

"After that," Luna raised a hand, "it's Dubi and Persong, the Grand Duke and the Hidden King, you try your best to erase the traces of our real existence in human beings, and implant the idea that we no longer exist in the world into human consciousness."

Dubi and Persong looked at each other and had no objection to this arrangement, "Indeed, this is what we should do." "

Finally it's the two of us." Riel laughed, "Very good, the King of Yesterday and the King of Tomorrow," he looked at Mirabeau, "It seems to fit the structure of the fable very well." Yesterday

passed like water, and tomorrow is as long as the sun.

Very good.

This is simply a perfect ending that cannot be more perfect.

The sun set.

The new moon rose.

What a beautiful new moon, golden, clear and dust-free, and there is not a trace of cloud in the sky.

The sirens began to sing. It is said that they are the evil spirits of unfortunate women who were taken away from their children and thrown into the sea.

Many monsters were originally created by humans, so it is possible for humans to transform into creatures like them and walk on this bridge, Luna thought.

She stretched out her hand and activated her creative ability belonging to the King of Beginnings. In an instant, golden light spurted out from her hand, weaving a golden road shining with gentle light on the sea.

Just like the fantasy road after a summer rain, with fireflies flying around, as if you have strayed into a fairyland.

All the creatures belonging to the other side began to step onto this road one after another, following behind the gods.

The gods and monsters finally went far away into the sky as predicted.

There was no wind on the sea.

Just like the night of homecoming described in the fairy tale, the huge rocks on the seashore woke up and became giants, and the flower fairies, ghost dogs, weeping dolls, and goblins all walked onto this bridge.

In the golden light, they walked towards their eternal homeland.

Avalon, full of flowers.

At the end of the road, a golden gate suddenly appeared. Luna took the lead in taking off the key hanging around his neck and inserted it into the keyhole in the middle.

The different holes on the door corresponded to the king keys in the hands of other gods.

The twelve kings took out their own king keys one after another and threw them in.

Luna turned his key.

The door opened.

The ancient prophecy was not false. The door to the utopia was open to them, and Luna stood quietly aside.

This was the reason why she took the greatest risk. Not only was she responsible for the most important part of opening the door, she also had to wait for all the creatures to enter, then pull out her key and lock the door herself.

She needed to switch from the moment of rebirth to the end.

Would she be torn to pieces? She didn't know, but she didn't care.

Her mission had already reached the most important step, and she had no choice but to do this journey well.

The girl stood by the door, with a satisfied and joyful smile, watching every creature slowly enter the utopia, and each of them bowed their heads to her, thanking her for everything she had done.

The team entered the end, and the long night was about to pass.

Suddenly, Luna saw something.

The last person to go up the bridge.

The man with gray eyes.

He was wearing a gray deer hunting suit, which was definitely not one of the luggage on his journey to Switzerland. He walked onto the bridge, and the bridge made up of light spots supported his body.

All the creatures stopped, and they all looked at the man.

Then they nodded slightly.

They seemed to be grateful, and seemed to welcome him to join their ranks.

Welcome to the legend, welcome to become a part of the legendary story.

Now please join us and go to the everlasting and peaceful Neverland.

The gray-eyed man walked quickly, and the skylight in the east followed behind him. The light was melting, the mystery was fading, and the two worlds were parting ways.

He walked in front of Luna and looked at the key left on the door. "If my reasoning is correct, do you need me here again?" He said, stretched out his hand, and found that he could indeed touch and use the key.

"I think you belong here." Luna looked into his light-colored eyes, and he suddenly felt that the girl seemed to have breathed a sigh of relief, like a rabbit that finally put down its ears. "

The last male protagonist of the classical period is hero. This title seems to be good." She said with a smile.

The gray-eyed man nodded.

The east was turning pale, and the long night was about to end.

The dream of mankind was about to wake up.

All creatures walked into the gate of Avalon. The gray-eyed man raised one hand and made a polite gesture of invitation. The girl turned to the wide-open door.

For the first time in her life, she saw her hometown, which she had never seen before.

As the fairy tales say, this is a place suitable for them to live, a place of eternal peace and tranquility, a ballad engraved in fairy tales and legends by humans, and only in quiet nights and warm rooms can it be recited.

The elders tell the young, and then the young get some happiness or benefit from it.

Luna raised one foot and walked into the gate, and Sherlock Holmes pulled out the key.

The man in the gray deerstalker disappeared behind the door, and then the door disappeared.

Then his silhouette appeared on the cover of a legendary story on the street.

The readers picked up the book and turned the page. What an interesting adventure story, they thought.

The sun rose outside the window as usual, and humans embraced their own new world.

But they seemed to be somewhat unwilling.

So a certain writer made some deletions and revisions in the fairy tale book. The gate of Avalon is not permanently closed, and the legendary heroes are not sleeping forever.

When humans fall into suffering again, they will wake up and return to their homeland.

Of course, this is just his personal imagination, but humans will never lack legendary stories. Who says the gate of Avalon will not open again? Who says fairy tales are all lies?

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