The 27th Night of the Critical One Black Cup (The slaughter begins, the king's path!)

Perhaps tired of the endless sky, the young boy stood on the vast earth, his eyes vacant.
This world is so silent. In the world he originally belonged to, there were gentle waves softly lapping the shore, there was the faint glow of the morning sun witnessed at dawn, sprinkling golden fragments on the water, greeting each other in between. Now, he steps into the night for your sake.
Black soil stained with tears, dust settling. The dance of nirvana, flowing clouds and water.\On the earth, following the scars left by blades, splashes of color remain, with vast fields of red spider lilies blooming along the edges, accompanying each other, understanding each other.\Those seemingly seductive crimson clusters carry the aura of death; their perfect appearance cannot hide the weathered and broken soul.
Love, resentment, passion, obsession, birth, aging, sickness, death—all converge upon the boy.\Though at this moment he has become a demon, his heart still opens its arms to protect the girl, even if she has forever left this world.
Above him, the night sky intertwined with black and white stretches out, the dark silhouette of the castle stands at the end of the avenue, dry branches and fallen leaves flutter, dissolve upon landing; at the center of the massive iron gate, red copper is carved into tragic skull patterns, furrowing their brows.\The destination of the winged group, "Nightingale City.\The black iron before him slowly opens, as if in welcome. Stepping inside, the scent of blood lingers in the air.\Gothic structures pierce the night sky, a white church sits atop tiered steps, rising like a sword. Numerous pure angels, miserable demons, and exceedingly noble dragons are carved into the sturdy tower, vertical, sharp lines granting it a slender beauty.\In the deathly silent night, the castle is quietly silent.\Metal thickens with a screeching friction, and the black iron church doors slowly part.\Hundreds of lamps illuminate the land, thousands of massive iron knights stand densely with raised spears in the sky.\On the square, a man dressed in black robes of a sorcerer approaches slowly, holding a gleaming longsword. He seems to be in his thirties, his weathered face hardened by years of trials, his black pupils radiating an icy, bone-chilling chill. He steps upon the silk carpet scented with fragrant tea, exuding formidable majesty.\“The sacred land of darkness will turn into a battlefield; children will fight for yourselves,” the priest flares his nostrils and softly utters the words.Within the lockdown, a mountain-like blazing light burst forth from the ground, illuminating the entire night city. Thousands upon thousands of candles lit simultaneously on the stand, rolling red carpets spread beneath their feet, and countless Black Spore people walked forward slowly. With the arrival of loneliness, a seemingly warm glow spread over everyone. "God, let us choose a new king: sorrow, parting sorrow, death, solitude, greed, desire, love, friendship, family. All abandoned together. Then begin the fight. In the first round, leave ten behind!" "The priest flashed his hand, and the shadows' expressions varied—calm, dumbfounded, collapsing, and mad." "Death is the chain blade of purgatory." Before it, each person's true form was fully revealed, slaughtering wildly and wantonly. Blood burned, and as they were slaughtered, the sea-like blazing light extinguished. Piercing through the pitch-black darkness, the eternal sigh sang on the horizon, faintly tinged with sorrow. Wings swept along the radiant blade, pitch-black blood spilled onto the tip and dripped down, bloodstains all around, and walking among the blood, there were also down feathers and the youth's merciless blades. There weren't many left, sparks flying, blades intertwining. Black blood filled their pupils, everyone went mad. Turbid sounds rippled in the sky as the gods of death chanted songs. After a long time, when the whole body was about to bleed, only ten scorching lights remained.

PS: Xiao B's second update today. Sigh, I'm getting old. After posting crazily tonight, I'm slowly writing one update a day. Old but never gives up. Forum newbies are amazing.