"mission?"
Hilya was a little confused. She had never heard of any mission on her body, let alone forgotten it. However, there was no doubt that the serious white-haired middle-aged man in front of the girl would not lie. Instinct command She would rather doubt herself than the other person.
"Yes."
Standing in front of the burning altar, the man said calmly: "It's not just you, this is the mission of all life in your world."
If Joshua were here, he would definitely find that compared to the vision of the young sage in the Azure Orb, the vision of the sage that appeared in Hilya's heart seemed more majestic and cold.
Although growth does bring about changes in personality, it is more likely that the adult sage is more indifferent than he was in his youth, rather that he is bored and impatient.
And this dawn.
Just when Arman Fernand died completely and turned into spots of light all over the sky.
Just when Hilya was in awe, listening to the mission of herself and all sentient beings in the illusion of the sage's robe.
In the world of Grandia, located around the Tomb of the Saint in the western center of the continent, in the deepest part of four huge and very different cities, four beings with different statures, but all of them extremely powerful, raised their heads in unison, their eyes seemed to be able to Penetrate the layers of rock and steel and look directly at the heights of the sky.
"Dragon Slayer Arman has been defeated, and his soul imprint has completely dissipated."
In a huge fortress composed of countless steel and machines, steam and gears, an old man whose whole body was replaced by various special structures stood at the top of the towering observatory. He moved his two completely mechanized With prosthetic eyes and a solemn face, the old man stared at the center of the empty sky, and then said to himself lightly in a synthesized voice: "There is such a soul who once disappeared from the sanctuary and provided us with it." The balance' is much larger again."
Turning his head, the old man adjusted the focus of the prosthetic eye pupils composed of crystals and magic circles. He stood on the observatory that could adjust the height and tilt angle at any time with the rotation of the gears, looking down at the busy people working in the fortress. .
Countless workers wore heavy protective clothing and used magic tools that could shoot out fire to inscribe spell runes on the steel gear fortress. Many mages continued to solidify invisible energy channels in mid-air, turning many seemingly invisible energy channels into the fortress. The runes in contact are connected together and finally form a whole.
"But this way, we have to speed up the progress." He thought: "With the addition of one more saint soul... the final impact is likely to be coming soon."
"I need to leave as much fire behind as possible."
The old constructor who seemed to know something inside turned his head away from observing the busy workers and mages. He and the entire huge observatory gradually collapsed into scattered gears and parts, and finally disappeared into the entire steel city.
Inside the fortress, pipes flowing with magical energy and steam gushed out, releasing piercing screams and bursts of white smoke, which condensed into clouds above the fortress.
It was as if a huge life was breathing and sighing.
"he died."
At the very bottom of a city that was almost completely assimilated with plants and built between vines and giant trees, at the very center where countless tree roots gathered, an old elf woman awakened in a golden raw crystal that seemed like amber. They are all second only to the holy stone, the 'blue stone' which is equivalent to the 'cloud diamond' and 'star crystal'. This kind of raw crystal contains the strongest vitality, and even the dead can use it to grow flesh and blood. It nourishes this elf who has lived for an unknown length of time, and witnesses her sadness and tears over the passing of a person.
"He has experienced the most despicable assassination and received the most dishonorable death..."
The old woman who had witnessed the end of several eras and the end of an empire said in a tone of relief or sadness: "I don't know if he got the ending he wanted this time?"
Soon after, on the streets of the city, large and small flower buds bloomed on the green vines that ran through countless buildings. The flower buds grew and opened, and spiritual waves radiated out, making the streets busy with work and cultivating all kinds of people. The crowd of plants stopped what they were doing and listened quietly to the voice of the protector.
"The final impact is coming."
The old woman's gentle words rang in everyone's heart: "Children, do the job at hand."
"That's the only fire that can keep you alive from destruction."
The world is younger than everyone thinks.
At the top of a rocky city that was so high that it broke through the clouds and was bathed in the moonlight. The entire mountain was hollowed out. A short but extremely strong dwarf warrior leaned on his giant hammer and sat on the top of the mountain to watch. Staring at the dim moonlight and stars, as well as the dawn that was about to rise, his steady gaze did not change at all.
A thousand years? Or fifteen hundred years? All in all, it is absolutely impossible to exceed two thousand years.
This is the conclusion the dwarf warriors came to when they sensed the earth's rocks and the core of the earth for the first time.
Swimming in lava and exploring the inner core of the earth. On the first day he broke through to the sky more than a hundred years ago, he wandered deep into the mantle of this world through the lava channels inside the volcanic islands in the south of the continent. Searching for the oldest rock formations and touching the oldest magma, the dwarf warriors even tried to get close to the center of the earth several times, the world center that is said to carry the entire earth and world around in the void.
Although he didn't succeed, he understood one thing.
That was this world, only a thousand years in the past.
And the future that is about to end.
This world is shorter than anyone imagines.
In ancient times, the world had not yet finished giving birth, but saints came to break through the world and shape the world with their ancestors. The strong man who created everything forcefully ended the fetal movement of this world, turning it into a 'premature baby'. ', carrying many ancestors and their descendants.
And now, the destined end is coming, and the last war before the end is about to begin.
"It's really unfair for us to repay the debts of our ancestors."
The dwarf warrior said something rudely, and then murmured to himself: "The Dragon Slayer is dead, who killed him... If another saint-level soul dissipates, then the final impact is really coming..."
"We don't have much time left."
On the plain, there is a mixture of rocks and tree roots. Inside the huge city wall, which is at least a hundred meters high, countless humans cultivate farmland, inscribe runes on the stone bricks, and build extremely strong towers and fortresses. .
In the center of the city, in the center of a palace, there was a giant throne that was extremely huge, at least ten times the height of an ordinary person. A giant nearly twenty meters tall sat here and sighed.
This throne is simple, with a somewhat decayed gray rock forming its base. Time has left deep traces on it. The giant's body and the throne cast shadows on the ground, hiding the many human subjects around it who were listening to the words. Covering it, he said in a voice that was as small as possible but could still make the atmosphere tremble: "Arman Fernand was killed by someone from another world. The shadows of the dead will not give up. They may not go after that person to cause trouble. , but will definitely come to attack the Holy City and the Tomb of the Saint."
"Be prepared for everything." The giant said: "This is the last and the impact that determines the fate of you and me."
On the northwestern plateau of the mainland, on the other side of the four holy cities, in the former imperial capital of Gaitar, the fourth-ranked tall obelisk lost all its light. It gradually decayed, and then turned into black smoke that filled the sky and blended into the surrounding surroundings. In the mist.
On the dark stone tablet, several pairs of eyes stared at this scene, and disdainful laughter came, and at the same time there were also slightly regretful laments.
"I have long said that he only wants to die, don't give him a chance to die in battle."
"It's a pity that we don't have many companions to begin with. We lack the frontal strength of the Dragon Slayer army. If we want to break through the blockade of the Holy City's defense line this time, we can only rely on low-level dead shadows who are all stragglers. "
"I have something to do. I'll leave for a while."
Suddenly, on the third-ranked obelisk, the swordsman who had been silent all this time spoke. The indifferent commander of the dead shadow looked up to the south. His men had told him everything about the powerful man from another world. Whether it was the fact that he rescued many survivors or the fact that he left many strange inheritances, the Changing Shadow explored most of the secrets that many people did not know, and asked his master if he wanted to Take action and wipe out those survivors.
Of course the swordsman refused.
He was ruthless, indifferent, bloodthirsty, and warlike. It can be said that he had no emotion linked to kindness and mercy. Even the teacher who gave him a name and taught him how to practice swordsmanship was killed by him in the name of "testing the sword". His senior brother, who was like a father, was also seriously injured. However, even if he turned into a dead shadow and resurrected, the swordsman would never be reduced to the point where he would attack a group of children.
It was the sword in his hand that humiliated him.
"Swordsman, where are you going?"
Someone curiously asked: "Although Arman is dead, we are about to launch a general attack. Do you want to avenge him?"
The swordsman shook his head and stopped talking.
But on the other side of the continent, in the east of the world, deep inside the festival hall of a small town hidden in the mountains, the old hero opened his eyes thoughtfully and looked toward the northwest.
The two eyes looked at each other in the void, as if two sharp swords were clashing, making a deafening buzz in the spiritual world.
At this time, dawn has arrived and the stars and moon have disappeared.
Inside a fast-moving carriage, a kind middle-aged woman cautiously reached out her hand, trying to touch the shoulder of the dragon-winged girl in front of her who seemed to be in a daze and wake her up from her meditation.
But before she could take the photo, Hilya suddenly came back to her senses and blinked. She seemed to be still in shock and glanced around in confusion.
"What… "
The dragon-winged girl's mind was still in the illusion left behind by the saint's robe not long ago. She murmured in despair: "How could it be...how could it be like this...this is impossible..."
Repeating these words back and forth, in the middle-aged woman's somewhat uneasy gaze, Hilya stared at the other party with dim eyes, then simply held her hands and said in an almost pleading tone: "No. … This is not true…”
"We're not betrayers, are we?!"
At the same time, red spots of light flashed across the horizon. The light, which was not dazzling, overwhelmed the glow of dawn and eclipsed the stars and the moon.
The girl raised her head subconsciously.
She saw a huge existence carrying boundless pressure and a ray of cyan light, speeding towards it from a distance.
That was the 'similar' figure that she had expected before, but now she was extremely repulsed by.
(End of chapter)