"Sage? Cage?"
After hearing these two seemingly unrelated words, the old pope couldn't help but sigh, and his face suddenly became extremely serious. He said to the girl in an extremely serious and heavy tone: "Although it is a bit abrupt, can you tell me What's your name?"
"Me? My name is Hilya Ferragni."
The somewhat confused Dragon Wing girl blinked and simply said her name: "I take my mother's surname because my father is a dragonborn. He has no surname, only a first name."
"Ferragni?"
The old pope nodded slightly. He paused for a while, as if he was thinking about the history behind the name Ferragni. Then, Eagle asked slowly: "Excuse me... Miss Hilya Ferragni, are you in the sage's house?" What did you see in the illusion?"
He said word for word: "Please make sure you don't hide anything."
"I saw… "
The old pope's voice seemed to be deeply rooted in people's hearts. For some reason, Hilya, who couldn't refuse, subconsciously began to tell her everything she had seen in the sage's vision.
She saw many, many things.
First of all, it is a world full of scorched earth.
The sky was obscured by smoke and dust with flying sparks, and above the earth, the light emitted by the hot lava turned the sun into a dim dot. The forests were burned to ashes, the streams were evaporated by the flames, the hills and grasslands were scorched black, and the cities of various tribes were turned into ashes all over the sky.
In the gray haze and dust storm, seven huge portals can be seen standing in the distance, with red light projected from them, like seven dim suns.
But the suns also extinguished one by one, the holy light pierced the haze, the giant sword made of runes slashed the mountain peaks, the giant axe and hammer broke through the ferocious claws, and hammered all those who stood in the way into flesh and blood. After the portal, the blood-red sky and red lava lakes, along with the endless black iron fortress, shattered into pieces as the entire land became an island floating in the void. A big hole opened in the sky, like The whole world was broken by some powerful force, like a broken egg shell.
That was the end of the world, the ruins of all things, and what the girl saw was the scene after the war.
"That was thousands of years ago, the war between the sages and countless evils in the multiverse... The sages and gods shattered several layers of abyss and ended everything."
The girl murmured: "In that war, countless cities were destroyed and people were displaced. In the blood and fire, there were heroes who persisted in fighting and never gave up their glory even in the face of endless enemies. There were also heroes... in order to survive. , and the traitor who betrayed us."
The people kneeling on the ground aimed at those who were still standing, stabbing out the sharp swords that came from behind. Their stunned faces fell to the ground with blood, and were stepped into the dust by these humble people kneeling on the ground.
They opened the gates of the city, destroyed the unity of the defense line, took the initiative to welcome the enemies who trampled on their hometown, and faced the destroyers of all prosperity and peace with a flattering smile.
"The ancestors of the Grandia world are these people."
Hilya closed her eyes, and she spoke softly about the truth she saw: "Perhaps due to coercion, or perhaps a temporary compromise, these people abandoned the right path and embarked on a journey of no return. Helping the evildoers, and even turning into demons themselves... After the sages and gods ended all chaos, they began a final judgment."
That is indeed the final judgment.
The broken sunset gradually ended, and the wrath of the remaining gods echoed in the high sky full of miserable red clouds. The sages who loved all the people in the world also closed their eyes and responded to these traitors who were crying and begging for forgiveness with an indifferent face. Facing the evil spirits and monsters who want to destroy the entire world, they did not choose to protect their home and glory with their lives. Instead, they pointed the sharp sword in their hands at their former companions. This is an unforgivable sin and an evil deed that must be paid for.
The traitor does not deserve forgiveness or redemption. Even the flowers and plants spurn this dirty soul and refuse to bear their tears.
"The sage said that he will use the purest holy light to purify their souls. Their souls are not worthy of entering the reincarnation of souls in Mycroft's world and being with those heroic souls who fight bravely."
The dragon-winged girl's narration did not end. She was still whispering: "But my ancestors couldn't bear it and came up with another punishment plan."
It was an elf who seemed to be the incarnation of a star. Her long emerald green hair hung down like silk until it fell to the ground. This saint, who was holding a fallen star longbow and fighting bloody battles at the forefront of the evil god's battlefield, begged the teacher for forgiveness. She said that the sinners They should indeed be punished, but their descendants have the opportunity to be born, grow, and atone for the sins of their ancestors.
The sixth-ranked Star Saint said that it is not easy for the souls of living beings to be born, and such reckless destruction only accelerates the extinguishing of the already fragile flame of Mycroft's world.
She wanted to exchange her own merits for an opportunity, an opportunity for these traitorous descendants to atone for their sins, and for many souls who have not yet been born in the future to have a chance to exist in the world.
Facing his followers who were kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads in supplication, the sage was silent for a long time. At this time, he thought of the Mycrof continent that was on the verge of destruction, and how to continue his hometown. This method made him hesitate for a long time. , but in the end, he made a decision and nodded slowly.
"The sage promised her."
Hearing this, the old pope whispered to himself: "But why...sending a group of sinners to a brand new world and then imprisoning them in cages - this is really too wasteful!"
There was endless regret in the old man's voice.
Precisely because he knew a lot of information, the old pope knew how dangerous the Mycroft continent was today.
Thousands of years ago, the sages used the Evil God of Abundance as their salary to burn the fire of order and maintain this already torn world. Tens of millions of residents of the Mycroft Continent and dozens of races lived in this world that could be broken at any time. Since the sages have the ability to search for the initial chaos that is about to form in the void and shape it into a world of order that can survive, then why not move all races there, but instead place a group of sinners there and arrange a guardian A saint guarding something inherited
After thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in the world of Grandia has exceeded hundreds of millions. If it were not for the natural disasters of the undead, it would be comparable to the world of Mycroft. Even now, most of them have died from the natural disasters of the undead, but the remaining population is still close to one million. number.
This is so wasteful that there must be some hidden agenda behind it.
The old pope closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and stared at Silya who was silent.
"I know the reason for everything."
He said calmly: "But, you still have a lot of things you haven't said."
"What is the truth about the punishment of sages?"
Eagle's voice contains a strange rhythm, with layers of fluctuations that shake the spirit, and can make the most stubborn criminals dictate the truth. The old pope does not like to use this method to learn the truth, because it is disrespectful to other people's self-awareness. , but at this time it was about the truth of two worlds, and he didn't mind doing it, let alone doing it a few more times.
He is the Pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, the shelter of all innocent people, and the support of all good people, but this does not mean that he is a completely good person, a glorious incarnation without any stain.
He is St. Eagle. It is Mrs. Macro's Pope, and only Mrs. Macro's Pope.
So the words that shook the soul were spoken calmly.
"Tell all the truth."
"I... this... - No! Sage... ahhh!"
Even though she has the inheritance of saints and is a strong person in the golden realm, how can Hilya's spirit be compared with that of a god walking in the world? Eagle's mental fluctuations easily overwhelmed the dragon-winged girl's self-will, which made her resist and speak with great difficulty, almost gritting her teeth and telling the final truth bit by bit.
"The punishment of the sages... is the entire world and thousands of souls that have passed away..."
Hilya struggled to spit out the truth she tried so hard to hide. Tears flowed from her eyes, but it was of no use. Under the indifferent oppression of a legendary strongman, all her persistence was meaningless: "Grantia The world is about to be destroyed. There are only 103,000 souls, the same number as the sinners who came to the world of Grandia... Only these 103,000 souls can be redeemed. The rest will be destroyed, along with this world. Turn into Yang... No!"
Speaking of this, a firm light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the dragon-winged girl. She got rid of the mental suppression of the old pope in an instant, and sealed her soul neatly, causing her body to collapse to the ground. Unconscious.
This seal was so decisive that it was almost equivalent to death. In shock, the old pope had no time to stop the other party's behavior that was close to suicide, and he succeeded.
"well."
Eagle looked at the extremely uncooperative fourth inheritor coldly, then his eyes softened and he let out a long sigh.
Even though Hilya didn't tell the final truth, he already knew many secrets and had already guessed it.
That is indeed, very, very severe, a punishment worthy of the crimes of those who betrayed them.
"No wonder you try your best to hide it and are so resistant to the existence of us Mycroft world... Your parents' souls are also among the ranks of being punished. No wonder..."
"I see, why do you say you need four major inheritance items to know the secret of the Initial Fire... Because as long as you find the fourth item, that is, the inheritor in the world of Grandia, you can know the truth."
He said softly, then waved his hand and laid the girl's body flat in a corner of the Temple of Stars. The old pope, who was at the pinnacle of legend and could talk to the gods on an equal footing, slowly walked to the time and space channel that had not yet been constructed. , murmured to himself: "Joshua, you said you wanted to reverse everything, but do you know what you are going to face?"
"That is the punishment set by the sages, and... the way to save Mycrof's continent."
He looked down at the azure orb in his hand and let out a bitter smile: "The destruction of a world and the rebirth of a world."
"How would you choose?"
Of course the warrior had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.
At this time, he was walking in the wilderness.
Joshua stepped forward. Every time he took a step, the ground shook once. Every time he stepped forward, the entire wilderness shook violently. With this shaking, countless dead souls were burned deep into the void. The power of the soul is oppressed and merged into the power of his glory, the soul abyss that contains all the soul fragments.
His existence is like a piece of eraser. All traces of paintings in the world of Grandia will be erased by him. Step by step, he liberates many dead souls from the shackles of this world, and then Suppressed in one's own soul.
The warriors are not ignorant of everything. Arman repeated it several times. This is their battle with the living, words that have nothing to do with him, an outsider from another world, and the undead eating back the living, but they still refuse to destroy everything. , but wait until everything is on the verge of ending before taking action.
He could guess that there must be some hidden secret behind this. The sentient beings in the world of Grandia may not be the seeds originally spread by the saints, but beings with another mission.
And this kind of mission may not contain the slightest kindness, but instead contains endless cruelty and indifference.
But what does it matter
Joshua's eyes were firm. He had a weapon in his hand.
A warrior holds his own weapon. He has the strength to fulfill all his determinations and the consciousness to shoulder all his actions.
Then no one can stop his pace, his will and progress.
And in the distance, the place where all the shadows of death were born, the imperial capital Getar.
An old knight looked at the dark clouds in the sky and seemed to have received some inspiration.
So he lowered his head, looked around, and said in a calm tone: "The time has come."
Four pairs of eyes burning with soul fire lit up on the obelisk.
"It's time to get started."
The old knight said so.
Therefore, the melodious horn sounded, and with the storm across the plateau and wilderness, it swept half of the continent. Endless undead were like a tide, heading towards the last gathering place of the living in the turbulent mist, surrounding the tomb of the saint. Heading to the Great Holy City.
The final war begins here.
I think I have made the truth very clear...
Although it is a bit cruel... I will modify it when I have time.
Although I don’t want to say it, some of the book reviews in the book review section are really annoying.
The protagonist is not a person who likes to show kindness. How many times will it take him to understand? He doesn’t know the truth now.
(End of chapter)