The enemy we have to face may be the most brutal and terrifying opponent of this era. Its existence is far from conquering, nor is it for dominance and gain: the destruction brought by dusk is pure, and it will return the world of Vaughan to chaos, as its believers in the world claim. -The last judgment, and the end.
—Silver Scholar, Judd J. Robanrill
And this is the time when dusk is here, in front of the heavy reality, so that everyone hesitates. This is the common opponent that mankind has faced in six eras. However, even the gods have failed again and again, and how can the mortals who were born in the dark iron raise their hands and feet in front of it
Everyone looked solemn. Even Brando tightened his facial lines, silently pursing his mouth, his lips closed into a straight line.
"The Dragon of Twilight has mastered the blood of the ancestors, and its goal is the ultimate secret of our world—"
"Are we still in time?"
Gerak's lips were chapped, but his complexion looked a little indifferent.
"That's right!" On the contrary, Fang Qi looked strangely excited. This ghost car genius seemed to be germinating at this moment, pacing back and forth feverishly: "The days repeated day after day, I have long been tired of it. To be honest, I’m already tired of the trivial calculations between the family and Huang Huo—"
Fang Qi waved his hand: "... And this is what I want. Regarding the jade mystery and everything behind it, Miss Delphine, do you remember what I said to you?"
There is obviously a flame beating in his dark eyes-looking at everyone, then at Brando: "If we can't participate in it personally, it will be the biggest regret of our life, Brando, I believe you, bring How about we go to create miracles—"
Brando ignored the old-fashioned guy, and only asked Gerak: "I want to hear your opinion."
Gerack also set his sights on Brando.
"Go forward, or die, but this is the only chance. We have some reasons to do it. On the blue sea of Anglia, we see the sunrise day by day, and we are bathed in the sun. Everything, and the sunrise we see today, it may be our last glimpse, the sunset in the past, the long night of Warnd is approaching."
"But the endless darkness is not the long night, the long night is the waiting before the day comes." Brando replied.
"Perhaps, but it depends on you and me."
Jerak coughed violently, and he clenched his fist against his chest.
"Mr. Gerack, is that secret, right here?"
"Yes, it is exactly the goal of Akento, Frofa, and'us'—"
"So, what is the seat of the end?"
Gerak shook his head weakly.
"No one knows what it is, Mr. Brando, I don't know, Akantu doesn't know, neither does the Twilight Dragon."
"It may be just a law, a kind of authority, or just a pronoun, maybe only Martha knows what it is... Master, no, it took countless hours for the Twilight Dragon to come here, that secret Just placed under the ruins of the past order, in the flow of old time..."
Brando was silent for a moment: "How strong is Akantu now?"
Gerak looked at him with burnt yellow eyes, there was no anxiety in his eyes, there was only a steel chill.
Brando raised his head, knowing in his heart, he looked at the dark corridor ahead.
It lay here, immersed in the silent darkness, as if thousands of years, ten thousand years of time were here, but it was just a moment. It will lead to an unknown and unpredictable way forward, and the time after that may be long or short, but it is an eternal secret that no one knows.
At this moment, Brando suddenly recalled such a scene.
The sacred white field, the King of Flame said in his oath to humans, elves, dwarves, people of silver, and dragons. His voice echoed all over the wilderness, like an eternal ghost, still today. Staying in the hearts of later generations:
We will take this step. After this step, we will find the way to the truth. It will lead to victory or death. We have no way of knowing it, but we can make a choice.
Forward or backward
Brando subconsciously looked at the holy sword Odyssey in his hand. The dark blade was shining with a faint light under the dim light, and every golden-red texture on the blade seemed to be Flowing.
With a common voice, tell him the answer.
Everyone's eyes focused on Brando at this moment, and they saw the young earl from Eruin lower his head, and then raised his head again.
He looked at the dragon race sitting by the wall: "Do you want it?"
Gerack shook his head. "Mr. Brando," it asked weakly, "I only have one last question. Can you tell me how much chance do you think there is?"
"I don't know," Brando replied, "but I think there is still a chance."
"still have a chance… "
Jerak smiled weakly: "Then leave me here. If I can have a dream in the dark, maybe I can still see Misril."
"Jerak..." The little female dragon clenched her paws.
"No, Aloz, go ahead and don't waste time."
The little dragon wanted to say something more, but Brando held the back of her hand and dragged her forward, past Gerack. In the darkness he felt Aloz struggle instinctively, but quickly turned his palm back and clasped his hand tightly.
Others also passed by Jerac's side silently, Brando turned his head and saw Huang Huo put his saber on his chest and bowed to the opponent.
It was like a poem blooming in the dark, it was quiet like a trickle.
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Akantou looked at the giant door gleaming with metal light—the door was engraved with the scene of the creation of Martha, a little light rose from her hand, and each light beam was drawn by countless stretched lines, passing through the clouds. And the sea of flames, all over the world, boundless.
"Playing mystery," Akentu's face showed a scornful look: "Where is this place?"
"This is Martha's country," Gaia replied calmly: "Martha once placed Tiamat's supreme authority here before she fell asleep. Entering here requires a very high level of authority. After the age of Azure, it has been No gods can be allowed to enter this place."
When Akentu heard the name, he hesitated for a moment. But the enthusiasm made it let go of its concerns, and it waved its paw and roared: "Open it!"
Martha has already left this world. The gods fall into a permanent sleep because Tiamat's network has exhausted their magic power. At this moment, this place is just an abandoned wasteland.
The ball of light flickered.
Akentu immediately felt a shock in the entire space.
It looked around with some caution, suspecting that the goddess of the earth had used some conspiracy and tricks, but nothing seemed to happen abnormally, but suddenly a trickle of light flowed from Martha’s fingertips on the giant gate in front of him. The bright light spreads in all directions along the lines of the relief.
It seemed that in an instant, the whole door shone brightly and became extremely dazzling.
"What is this!?" it asked sharply.
But the voice just fell, the dazzling light has dissipated, and Akentu discovered that the giant gate in front of him had disappeared, and a vast and mysterious universe appeared behind—
An ancient galaxy lay in front of it, amidst hundreds of billions of bright light, among countless burning stars, a gem was quietly placed.
It was an organic gemstone, to be precise, it was an'amber'.
It is large in size, about several stories high, and its surface reflects the starlight and emits a soft bright yellow light. In the center of its irregular geometric shape, there is a dazzling shadow.
Akentu recognized it at a glance, that it was exactly the shape of the Warnd continent.
It is placed in the center of this world, surrounded by circles of silver protective equipment, and the light flowing in the'amber' is like a dazzling halo. However, the light of the stars passed through this halo, making it seem to be immersed in a river of time.
At that moment, even the demon king couldn't help being stunned.
"It's really here," Akantu's scorched yellow vertical pupil showed a hint of surprise: "The fire you have carefully preserved from the past world, the only treasure of this world-the Throne of the End."
It subconsciously took a step towards that'amber', but a figure had passed it-it was Frofa, and the latter turned into a sharp arrow at this moment and shot at that'amber'.
She stretched out her hand as best as she could, her fingertips almost reaching the bright surface of'Amber', but the Lord of Purgatory snorted coldly at this time.
At that moment, Frofa screamed and fell from mid-air like being eaten by thunder. As soon as the girl landed, she hugged herself in pain-the capillaries under the skin on her arms rolled between the muscles as if they had come to life, the big beads of sweat on her forehead rolled down, and her face was pale as paper.
"I don't know how to live or die." Akentu looked at her coldly, mockingly.
"Akentu..." Frofa's two slender and beautiful eyebrows were almost entangled with each other. She gritted her teeth and stared at the Lord of Purgatory with blazing anger: "You know the fate of betraying your master! "
Akento suffocated.
It turned its head and glanced at the'amber' in a fascinating look-the noble throne is so charming, so heartbreaking, that is the supreme authority of the Code of Martha Tiamat, and it is also the only way to the power of existence. shortcut.
No wonder Esis would be fascinated by this, even at the mercy of betraying his master.
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