Let’s Play Minecraft in a World of Swords and Spells
Volume 6 Chapter 4: End of A Journey

Volume 6 Chapter 4: End of A Journey

The Seatherian Desert, the location of the Holy Kingdom of Gadomia, is now being engulfed by death.

In the city of Gadomia, the enslaved demi-humans with collars around their necks emit panicked voices.

The swirling yellow sand is gradually tainted by a dark red hue, and black, unidentified magic is spreading across the desert, emitting a stench reminiscent of dried corpses wherever it goes.

The entire Gadomia, no, the vast Seatherian Desert, is gradually being contaminated by the dark impurity of death.

A mass of pitch-black and murky magic fell, crashing onto the blackened desert. As the magic dissipated, Lori half-knelt on the ground, struggling to support herself.

"Cough—" Black liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth, causing ripples in the spreading pollution of death in the desert. Little Skelle and Little Skull floated anxiously around her.

Lori's chest bore a huge sword wound that almost split her open. Within the wound, a white light continuously purified and corroded her, making her feel even more uncomfortable.

No, if she gets injured here— the people here will be killed by her contaminated blood...

At this moment, a dragon's roar echoed in the sky without sun or moon. Then, a figure descended from the sky, landing in front of Lori.

The figure is clad in silver armor, with a silver greatsword on his back, he has silver hair and a pair of silver eyes.

The figure is The Hero King, Alwin— no, he’s not Alwin anymore, right now, he’s just a person whose body was possessed by an evil spirit.

"Compared to that little Guardian in the Flame Labyrinth, this body is much better, full of power, and completely unable to resist me." "Alwin" laughed heartily, drawing the greatsword from his back and pointing it at Lori.

The Greatsword is a brand-new weapon born from the resonance of his [Herobrine] self and Alwin power of light as a [Vassal of The Light], its name is the [Oath Sanctifier].

"Alwin" smiled.

This knowledge flowed into his mind so naturally. It seems that choosing this body for fusion was indeed the right choice, completely without any resistance.

Then— What about this new body of his combat skill?

"You... stop..." Lori spoke, but more black blood surged from her mouth.

"Hehehe~ Lori Aivett, when I created you as a puppet and sent you to this world, it wasn't to let you hinder me." “Alwin” said, the holy light radiating from his greatsword intensifying.

It was to gather the seven elemental powers of this world so that a hole can be opened in the "rules" that protected this world, all to allow his descend into this world— rather than the current cramped division of his spirit!

Moreover, his original body, which was taken away by the [Player], was right in front of him! And yet! Due to the limitation imposed on him, he can’t do anything to get it back!

He would already be able to fully descend into this world If it weren't for this damned puppet that is always resisting his consciousness, forcing him to constantly wrest control of the body from her, and even when he succeeds in taking control, he still could barely use any of his power.

The reason why his plan was stalled for so long is because of this [Wither]!

"You, as the pinnacle of an Overworld Mob, a [Wither], should not cling to life and love, those things are too complicated for you. Why not play your role properly, seizing life and destruction is what you should be doing!" “Alwin” raised his [Oath Sanctifier] high and attacked Lori, "Has your hypocritical mother still hasn't seen through your true nature?”

The [Oath Sanctifier] slashed horizontally, sending out a curtain of light that split the desert in half, not unlike how Moses split the red sea, the beam of light overwhelming everything in its path, annihilating all impurities that it touched.

Lori gritted her teeth and groaned in pain, her right hand pressing against the wound on her chest. Sand gathered and solidified into a curved blade in her left hand, and at the critical moment, she swung it out!

A sandstorm rose, and the white light curtain unexpectedly shattered, disintegrating in the air like petals.

"...Don't you... dare badmouth…. Angi..." Lori said slowly.

She hung her head, her back bent, and her petite body emitted a series of cracking sounds as countless charred bone spurs emerged from her body at various angles, gradually curving and eventually enveloping Lori's body, forming a bizarre set of exoskeletal armor.

Little Skelle and Little Skull, instead of their previous panic, now had hollow eyes shining with red light, floating beside Lori, glaring angrily at “Alwin”.

"It seems that my control over the fused powers just now wasn't quite complete, much less powerful than what I had expected," “Alwin” chuckled, then continue, "But it would be still such a waste to use it to kill a disobedient tool like you, instead, you shall die in a different way.”

“Lyca! Respond to your master's call!"

The circling dragon's roar echoed, and the black dust on the ground began to rise. The black shadows in the undulating clouds and the high-pitched wing flaps gradually became clear, indicating to Lori that a colossal creature was about to arrive.

"White Light, Holy Wing Slash!" A burst of white light.

"Spiral, Black Rose Sandstorm!" Dark surged.

Two forces collide.

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After a long time, “Alwin” sat down exhaustedly, tossing the [Oath Sanctifier] aside.

His silver armor was severely damaged, and by normal standards, it was beyond repair.

The condition of the [Oath Sanctifier] was even worse, with only half of it remaining.

But he reached out his hand, took out an anvil from somewhere, and at the same time, several sparkling diamonds appeared in his hand. Then, with a strange technique, he began the process of repairing.

"Weakened as I may be, for you to be able to push me this far…” Alwin murmured to himself, looking into the distance, "You truly are... my most perfect creation..”

The most perfect, yet also the greatest failure.

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Hundreds of miles away, in the vast desert, a flying figure fully clad in black magic crashed down, black blood immediately flowing out, contaminating the desert into an unknown land of the dead.

Lori lay on the ground, no longer having the strength to continue running. She could only move her broken body slowly and crawl into the blackened sand cave.

After entering the cave, Little Skelle and Little Skull hurriedly approached, but she weakly pushed them away.

"Go on, both of you. Hide and live well," she said.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, this place would be her grave.

Once she's gone, how long can Little Skelle and Little Skull survive?

...She didn't know.

Normally, she would be able to regenerate via eating some dirt or sand, but the wound that the weird sword that “Alwin” uses somehow prevented her from doing so.

It seems... This is the end.

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As far as I can remember, I live my life running away.

Running from the crowds, running from a fight, running from the world.

When I was eight years old, after a high fever, I was imprisoned in the basement and left alone for many, many years.

It was also after that fever [Stone Tablet of Identification] could no longer determine my status.

Yes, I should have died long ago, but I didn't know why I was still alive.

No, truthfully speaking, rather than being alive, it’s more correct to say that I was in a state where I was not dead, yet was also not alive.

When I was thirteen, I died again, and this time, my power completely awakened, becoming the King of Destruction and Skeleton .

I have no regret from becoming a [Demon King], after all, it’s to protect Angi.

Even though I can't see anymore due to the sword wound on my face, I can still feel my consciousness fading.

Ah…. Am I about to die?

But… I still haven’t delivered the cure to Angi….

If possible, please give me a little time before I truly die, let me make a wish.

If possible, I don't want to die as become Lori Aivettt.

If possible, I don't want to... be a pest to the world.

If possible, I want... to have the power to make everyone happy.

If possible, I hope... you could lend me more time... I don't like this kind of... ending.

If... possible...

If... pos...si...ble...