So - the majestic sea of information came from it like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, and countless fragmented but hot memory fragments flashed in front of the warrior's eyes.
It is the memory of a saint.
In the beginning, everything was empty and the abyss was dark. In the void, there was the spirit of the saint walking in the chaos. Joshua's spirit followed the spirit of the saint and explored in the hazy.
The chaos was endless, but the light of the stars shone, opening up the way forward and protecting the 103,000 ancestors of all races. After an unknown period of time, the darkness dissipated, and the saint finally found his goal, a world that had just been born. .
The saint has been trudging for a long time, but without stopping at all. She put her hand on the chest of her robe, and then took it off. Runes like an overturned ocean poured out from the robe, forming a sheet that could cover the entire The big net, which is composed of countless levels of sacred runes, releases the light that illuminates everything. It stimulates the birth of the world, making the continents, mountains, oceans, sun and moon take shape within seven days. That’s it.
Joshua felt that the saint's spirit was extremely exhausted, but also full of joy. A world was formed in his hands, which was naturally worthy of joy. He vaguely heard the saint's murmur, which was to bless all living beings. Prayer for the future.
Among the fragmented memory fragments, the warrior saw the saint's subsequent actions - in order to stabilize the entire continent and prevent frequent earthquakes, she planted something like a plant seed in what would later be named Gran. In the center of Tia's continent, this seed quickly took root, sprouted, and then grew into a figure familiar to warriors.
The larvae of the Mountain Titan Urbandeni sleeps and grows in the center of the continent. Its lower body, driven by the power of the saint, forms the foundation of the entire continent, making the world that was born extremely stable and solid. While planting Titan, the Saint found a shepherd child in the surrounding plains. Perhaps it was fate or some kind of coincidence. The Saint smiled and looked at the somewhat clumsy boy learning her inheritance. Finally, Becoming her student, she called him Akhar, the name of the emperor who unified the entire continent.
That is the name of the old knight.
Time flies, as if everything is just a dream.
Thousands of years later, the emperor of the Ulan Empire and six magic marshals stood in the central square of their capital. There were seven high platforms above the square. Each high platform had a coffin or some ancient weapons and armor. Everyone stood everywhere in a special order, forming a huge formation. With the chanting of the Revival Curse that gathered the power of millions of people, and the gathering of endless soul imprints, each ancient The hero wakes up from the long river of history.
All the scenes ended with the person in the most luxurious and oldest coffin awakening. Countless star-like light points gathered, causing the ancient emperor to open his eyes.
And the icy mist of darkness and death also obscured everything.
Joshua looked at all this, and neither the sudden darkness nor the cold breath of death could surprise him in the slightest.
Because he already knows the truth of everything.
"Sage..."
Taking a deep breath, the warrior looked at the hazy light ball in his hand with complicated eyes.
He understood that all the doubts and unknowns were answered in the memory fragments left by the Star Saint, whether it was the dragon-winged girl's extremely resistant attitude, Arman's relief when he died, or the old knight - that is, He already knew everything about the truth that Akhar Aliyev carried in his heart.
The war with the evil gods - the betrayers - the sinners - the punishment of the saints - the prayers of the saints of the stars, and the final disposition.
One hundred and thirty thousand sinners were exiled to this newborn world. They were imprisoned here, and they could not be released whether they were alive or dead. Because of the special power of steel in the world of Grandia, the souls of all living beings have been branded for thousands of years. , endless souls are like ripe ears of grain, hanging between heaven and earth, and these souls are waiting for the final judgment.
The sage's anger has never been extinguished, and his punishment has only been postponed for a thousand years. At the end of everything, when the Death Shadow Disaster ends, everything will return to the void and chaos. Only the 103,000 brave people who fight to the end can Be forgiven, and the remaining souls will be transformed into the original fire with the destruction of a world, and be used to continue the long-dead Mycrof continent.
What a meticulous plan, worthy of a sage.
Holding this ball of light in his hand, which was gradually heating up and seemed to be about to start burning, Joshua felt as if someone was speaking in his ears.
Make your choice.
choice.
The destruction of a world and the rebirth of a century. Billions of souls are held in your hands. You are the one who controls the fate of both worlds.
This was not an auditory hallucination, but someone indeed said so. The warrior looked up and saw the hazy shadow of the Star Saint standing in front of him. In the quiet darkness and chaos, the phantom of the Saint Cynthia Morning Star smiled at him. , and then said in an extremely calm tone: "It is my mission to collect the soul and initial fire of this world so that Mycroft Continent can continue."
"The inheritor of the sage thousands of years later, my partner."
The elf who is with this world said softly and in a voice full of compassion: "If you can't choose, then let me do it."
"It was I who prayed to the teacher and led them to this world. It was I who allowed them to multiply and create the civilization of Grandia. So, if you can't make a decision, then let me give them an end and let all things return. Nirvana.”
In the distance, on Mycrof Continent, on the Holy Mountain in the Far Sea, the old Pope Eagle and the dragon-winged girl Silya raised their heads at the same time. The scepter, robe and orbs bloomed together, illuminating the entire Star Temple, but they seemed to turn a blind eye. Staring into the void beyond the world. In the capital of the Northern Empire, the blond swordsman wearing two swords also subconsciously held the hilt of the sword. He felt that his familiar sword began to heat up, as if something was resonating with it in the far distance.
At the same time, a huge magic circle suddenly appeared in the entire world of Grandia. The holy light floated for a moment, as if it was about to engulf the entire world, but it immediately stopped, as if time had frozen here.
And time has indeed frozen.
The whole world is shrouded in darkness.
In the wordless silence, the ball of light held in Joshua's hand began to burn quietly.
In the four holy cities, the warriors who were originally fighting against the endless undead suddenly discovered that their enemies had all turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant. However, no one, including the four city lords, had time to sigh, because next time In an instant, the frozen time caused everything to pause in this scene.
In the center of the continent, the huge Titan moved its head. As the son of God, the giant could hold on for one more second, but this second only made it sigh.
In the Gaitar Plateau, in the capital shrouded in darkness, only within the range illuminated by the small fire held by the warrior, the wind can continue to flow, the sound can continue to be transmitted, and time will continue to pass.
The flames are burning, and the initial fire representing the entire world has arrived here, which means that the time in the outside world will also stop. Because the light of existence disappears, everything collapses into the unobservable void, allowing unknown chaos to dominate everything.
At this time, Joshua spoke.
"No need." He said, "Let me do it."
Staring at the confused elf woman in front of him, the hero paid countless sacrifices in the battle with the evil god and finally succeeded in ushering in victory. A smile appeared on the soldier's serious face, although this smile was a bit stiff due to his lack of skill. , but extremely sincere, Joshua said softly: "You are a hero, you saved the existence of the entire world. One hundred and thirty thousand sinners survived because of your prayers, and even gave birth to civilization."
"You are the creator of this world." He said calmly: "You should enjoy all the glory and praise. Why do you need to wipe out your own glory after death?"
"Let me, the living, come."
The elf phantom was stunned for a moment. She seemed a little surprised and a little relieved, but she still shook her head and questioned: "Can you carry it on your back?"
The man who knew the future of this world asked without hesitation: "Who else in this world can bear it besides me?"
Without any hesitation, the warrior, Joshua, tightly grasped the flame in his hand, and the smiling phantom of the elf saint dissipated like a dream.
The firelight is warm, as if pregnant with everything.
It has nothing to do with pity and indifference, nothing to do with sadness and despair. The light of existence is so pure. The warrior holds it as if he is holding all living things. Under this warm light, he seems to have become some kind of larger existence.
Holding the original fire in hand, Joshua saw.
In front of him was the land, the cornerstone of this world.
In front of him were the gravel and dust that made up the earth.
In front of him was a smaller, more basic existence.
The deathly darkness spreads, which is the power that formed the origin of all things in the world, and the polluted 'steel' whines in the most microscopic corners.
The dim light flickers, which is the energy vein that runs through the entire world. The souls of all the dead circulate endlessly in this vein along the wave of life until the end of everything.
Warrior, I saw that the world called Grandia is extinguishing, just like a bonfire losing its firewood, a furnace losing its coal, the separation of light and darkness, the boundary between death and life, the separation of cold and warmth. Realm, everything has fallen into ambiguous chaos and non-existent void.
The fire goes out, only to be rekindled.
The warrior witnessed all this, and the light of the flame flickered in his hands, so warm that it seemed to illuminate all lifeless beings.
Joshua took a deep breath, and raised the seemingly weak flame in his hand toward the deep darkness. The arm that could easily lift the mountain was extremely slow, as if it was carrying the weight of a world.
In His hands are the power of salvation and destruction, the taming reins of end times and rebirth.
Joshua could hear a low voice echoing in the darkness. It was the voice of the will that belonged to all living things, all things, and this world. It was pleading, it was wailing, it was telling its own pain and despair.
The world is praying for salvation.
"No."
But the man with the power said so coldly: "I refuse."
Then all things decay, and everything returns to silence.
(End of chapter)