A funeral of blood, unable to describe the excitement in my heart!
My battlefield is filled with the fragrance of vines!
Lonely soul! Let out a cry of despair and grief on the smoke-filled battlefield!
The crazy butcher, squandering blood and brains glowing with white light!
The wings of the butterfly have already been transformed into insignificant residue on the battlefield under a ray of silver light!
The corners of the Overlord's mouth raised, was it a sea of blood rolling across the world, or was it actually sadness that could not be concealed?
The skeleton holding a silver-white spear was still burning flesh and blood a second ago.
The beauty of the world is where the blood-red stain fills the sky.
Heartbroken smoke, those evil thieves dyed the originally clear sky red.
. . . . .
My king, I cannot change your sorrow in this life.
But. . . . . .
If everything could be reincarnated, would you still want to be born again?
. . .
Why not?