The moment Noelle rushed out, Roja didn't stop it. One reason was that Roja felt unable to stop it, and the other reason was that he also needed to do something.
In the course of these few hours of fighting, Roja had already gone through enough thoughts. The moment he appeared on the battlefield, it meant that he had made a choice and had a way to implement his will.
[Skill "Gurandal's Promise" is activated]
【Countdown 30... 29... 28...】
The third time the skill was activated, without the burst of power and magic, it was like a teleportation. Luo Ya's eyes were no longer a chaotic battlefield. The smell of blood gradually dissipated at the tip of his nose, and the giant in the setting sun reappeared.
"Are you finally going to bring me the answer?"
On the red plain, Gulandal looked down at the black-haired boy with interest, and slowly asked again:
"Then answer me, how does the deceased convey his power?"
"..."
Roja was silent for a moment while listening to the giant's question. He recalled all the details he had communicated with Gurandal so far, and said slowly:
"I have two answers, one for this question and the other for your question. Which one do you want to hear?" Website m. .
"Two? Hehe, funny, let's listen to both."
"The first one is the answer to this question. Regarding how the deceased conveys his own power, you who watched this war with me should already know my answer, right?"
Roja looked at the setting sun in the distance, and in his eyes were the figures of soldiers fighting bravely in the holy capital. Vader and Victoria drifted past his eyes one by one, melted into the wind and left.
"Spirit, will, and thought are the methods for the deceased to transmit power. Some people write history for this, some write books about it, and some people spend their entire lives communicating their ideas to others, and when all these things continue to accumulate, they From quantitative change to qualitative change, civilization and culture are born and hatched."
The young man recalled the brilliant civilization that had been nurtured through five thousand years of accumulation in his previous life, and the feeling in his heart continued to deepen.
"In the final analysis, this kind of culture and civilization inheritance is the transmission of the power of the dead, or the sages. It may change, and may remove the unsuitable parts and add new content, but this power will continue to grow with the passage of time. The stronger it is, it will become a bond connecting all living beings."
"..."
Roja's answer made Gurandar thoughtful, the tall bones were silent and did not give an evaluation, but what he didn't expect was Roja's next sentence.
"Ah, but none of this seems to you."
"what?"
Gurandal opened his jaws, and the light spots in his eyes zoomed in, making a stunned expression of the skull version, but Roja didn't care.
"What I'm talking about is based on the premise that there are descendants and inheritance, but what about you? You don't have these anymore, right?"
The black-haired boy scanned the huge bones half-buried in the sand nearby, and sighed silently.
"The giant is now a legend buried in the depths of the second era. I don't know if your civilization still exists, but the spirit, will, and even appearance for humans have disappeared in the long history."
"The first situation does not apply to you, so I have an answer specifically for you."
Roja unceremoniously stretched out his hand to himself in Gurandar's surprised gaze.
"I."
"Um?"
"I am your answer, Gurandal."
The black-haired boy looked up at the majestic giant calmly, and said as promised:
"I am the vehicle through which you convey your power to the world again. Whether it is spirit, will, civilization, or history, even if it is pure power, you also need me to show it. I may not be important, but I am for your purpose. Is necessary, this is my answer."
"Heh, kid, you really dare to say, are you threatening me? You are not afraid that I will kill you?"
"If you feel threatened by my words, it means that what I said is right, and... You don't really hate me, do you? Otherwise, you won't help me so much."
Roja said that with a smile on his face. Gurandal's skills were the key to his time and again to survive the crisis, and he even commented on Roja the second time.
Although this big guy is scary, he has been helping him all the time.
"...Hahaha, boy, you are really courageous, but this is what I like about you."
After a moment of silence, Gurandall couldn't help laughing, and the huge volume shook the nearby sands from the heights.
"Actually, I think your first answer is pretty good, but the second one suits my appetite. Then I will ask you one more question."
The tall giant's voice became serious. He looked at the young man who looked at him without fear, and asked:
"Boy, no, Roya Akat, what do you think we should be related to?"
"... ... friend."
"Friends? Ha ha, good."
Gurandal stood up, his broken cloak shook off the sand, his body as majestic as a god in the setting sun.
"Then let me bring a victory to my friend."
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"It's you, kid."
Vader returned to his senses and saw a young man who had seen him once, but unlike the last time, the aura on Loya's body is now like a sea, with strong magic elements surrounding his body. Compared with the source level 2 he is not much better.
"Are you a favor of the ancient gods? I didn't expect to encounter this kind of existence here."
Those who are favored by the ancient gods are a group of people who are psychic at birth and controlled by the ancient gods. They are said to be benefactors, but in fact they are just dolls of the ancient gods. Most of them have miserable endings, and some have no sense of autonomy.
Vader looked at the young man and muttered to himself, placing Roja in the category of these poor people. The scarlet thunder shot down. Vader, who wanted a quick fight, didn't speak much and chose to shoot. The Old God's favor seemed to be Very strong, but in fact, the combat effectiveness is not high, because the ancient gods behind them will not help them.
It's just a toy. If it breaks, replace it. It's an idiot to fight with someone for a consumable.
The ground was red under the red thunder, and the air seemed to be burning. The shouts of Noelle and others were buried, and the eyes of many soldiers on the battlefield were also attracted. After the blow, Vader felt that he had a chance to win, and turned around and was ready to solve it. All the troubles, but Roja appeared calm under the light of destruction.
"Gurandal."
"I am here."
The young man called for his comrades, and a huge phantom suddenly descended in the holy city. It was the shadow of a mountain of bones and skeletons. His majestic body seemed to prop up the sky, and the red lightning was on him. It was like a little snake in front of him. He waved his hand, the thunder shattered, and the hurricane he brought up disrupted the prince's clothes.
Vader suddenly turned his head in the gale, with a surprised expression on his face. It was obvious that the development of the matter had exceeded his expectations. He stared at the Roya who was protected by the shadow of Gurandal, and suddenly there was something in his heart. Kind of Ming Wu.
He is not a patron, but a contracted person with the ancient gods.
Vader, who discovered this almost impossible fact, felt a huge threat for the first time. He mobilized his strength with all his strength. The source of [Rage] roared crazily in his body, and the thunder in the sky disappeared, but it was replaced. It is the silent light in his hand.
That was the light, and also his anger, a silent accusation against this world. The moment it appeared, there seemed to be only this light left in the world, and that was the supreme power of destruction.
Opposite him, Roja was also ready.
"In your case, I can only punch at most."
Gulandar's voice echoed in the young man's ears. Even with the blessing of immortality, Roja's body was still rapidly shattering. There was no doubt that he could not bear the power of the giant.
But so what
After hearing the giant's words, the young man was not eager to answer. He looked back at Noelle in the curse barrier, only smiled faintly.
"I'm going to take her out, for that at all costs, a punch, is it enough?"
Roja's questioning blurted out, and Gulandar responded with a big laugh. The laughter was wild and unruly, but with invincible pride.
"A punch? Enough!"
"Then go!"
In the heroic laughter, the swelling magic element materialized, a circle of blood-colored ribs appeared out of thin air to surround Roja, the upper body of the cervical vertebra, sternum, head, and Gurandal's bones climbed up like a demon. Surrounded by red light and dense fog, the soldiers were dizzy at the moment they saw him, and the bloody soldiers did not dare to look directly.
In front of the light of destruction, Gurandal did not hesitate, his huge arm pushed his pale fist and punched against Vader's light of destruction.
"boom-!"
It was a huge impact that spread to the entire holy capital, it was a shock that seemed to lift the earth, the terrifying light generated by the [Rage] elemental quality was extinguished by Gurandal's fist. At this moment, Vader seemed to have hallucinations in front of his eyes. , It was the front of countless giants on the red plain, and the crowned king roared at him.
"This is... ... "
The prince's words were drowned in the roar, and the aftermath of the force hedge made the soldiers fly out with the bricks on the ground.
The curse in Noelle's body made a creaking sound and began to crack, and the protective shield that protected the three of them was also indeterminate, but the blond girl was completely unaware of this now, she was just anxiously looking for the figure of the young man. .
"Child, he will be fine! Protect yourself first!"
"Yes, but..."
Victoria and Ponte were helpless to the little girl who was so immersed in emotions and did not know it, and shouted while trying their best to remedy the barrier. The seriously injured Feld fell directly into a coma in the shock wave and was caught by the soldiers who dragged him out of the battlefield. Blow into the distance.
With one blow, the holy city trembled, and the fierce war came to an abrupt end at this time and came to an end.