that moment.
Frofa's hand seemed to pass through the non-existent amber and grabbed an empty space.
Even if he lost his courage because of fear, Akantu, who was slumped to the ground, couldn't help but his eyes widened when he saw such a scene. "What is this?" It screamed hoarsely: "Gaia, you lied to me...?"
However, no one cared about its panic and resentment, because the voice of the Demon King was quickly overwhelmed by a sharper scream-it was the voice of Frofa and the voice of the Twilight Dragon.
In an instant, the world shook slightly.
I saw that where Frofa's fingertips touched, the white light suddenly flourished, surging out from the'Amber', which was like flowing light veins, dazzling and unusual. And the next moment, a dazzling round of light burst out, and the shock wave burst out.
Brando saw that dazzling light explode in his field of vision, as if it were a blooming flower of light, that was born in decay like a new star, from the light of grains of rice, gleaming into a dazzling ball Stormy.
At that moment, Frofa's figure was swallowed by endless light, and then Aloz.
"Little mother dragon..." Brando opened his eyes wide, and subconsciously stretched out his hand over there.
But what he can grasp is destined to be nothing but nothing.
The bright light swept in all directions, one by one, one after another, the light stream that they intertwined, sprayed out, and in an instant, it spread to the entire world—
For some reason, when seeing such a scene, such a sentence flashed in Brando's mind without warning:
'When Martha was born, light was born, and light lit up the darkness of eternity. That was the beginning of everything. '
He shook his head, as if trying to drive this weird idea out of his mind. But his mind was dizzy, his eyelids kept sinking, and the system was repeatedly screaming and warning sounds in his mind.
"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function is declining—"
"Warning: Excessive blood loss, dying of life—"
"Warning: vital signs are disappearing—"
This noisy sound made him feel very familiar.
As if in a certain scene, he had experienced a similar experience. And warm light was flowing around him, and Brando vaguely heard another voice in a white world.
The voice was gentle and quiet, like a soft female hand, stroking his tired heart, stroking his wounds, calming him down, and telling him—
"My dear child, please go to sleep. At this moment, you only need to rest, and everything in this world has nothing to do with you..."
"You didn't belong here in the first place, did you?"
"No... Little Dragon, Aloz..."
Brando shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. He knew that he would never close his eyes at this moment, otherwise, what awaited him would be eternal sleep.
"I came here—"
He shouted to himself hoarsely in his heart.
"It is to change everything, for Eruin, for the princess, for Roman and Freya, for everything I love, no more regrets."
"Never give up, Brando, so you must wake up."
Brando subconsciously grabbed the angel heart bottle in the master's hand, but at this moment, something terrifying him happened-he found out that he had grabbed an empty bottle.
The heart sank endlessly.
Brando turned his head subconsciously, just in time to see the milky white drop-shaped pendant turning into dust particles in his hands. When the pure and flawless light swept over it, everything was gone with the wind.
Then he heard a scream.
That was Akentu’s voice. When the demon king was swallowed by the flawless light, white smoke came out of his body. Then, starting from its skin and muscles, its entire body began to disintegrate and turn into A little bit of white light dissipated invisible.
"Martha... you... don't..."
This is what Brando heard, the last syllable uttered by the burning twilight, the great demon, the demon king with the head of the sheep, and the lord of purgatory Akantu. Then, the demon king, just like this The life in front of me turned into nothingness.
Everything is gone.
He saw a woman appear next to Akentu.
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl with long green hair, quiet eyes, and pointed ears was actually Fonia's image—except for her tranquil look and temperament, she was exactly the same.
The girl glanced at him, her mouth opened and closed, as if answering something to him.
But there is no sound.
However Brando recognized her mouth shape:
"I didn't lie to you, Akentu," the gentle voice replied calmly and consistently: "It's just because you can't understand the meaning of sublime—"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
…
In the gray world.
It seemed that for a moment, the huge city abandoned here suddenly made a humming sound from the depths of its interior. It seemed like a huge illusion, but in an instant, the illusion became real. Because of the devastated horizon, the top of the huge black tower that pierced into the sky suddenly became bright, and in the hole on the top of the black tower, a round of dazzling light like the sun was lit.
A figure appeared on the top of the tower.
It was a pair of beautiful, silver eyes, she silently stared at the earth, silently stared at the sky, silently stared at this whole lifeless world.
But at that moment, light paths stretched out among the huge spheres. They walked downstream along the black giant tower under the feet of the lady—the light poured into the ground under the giant tower. Then spread in all directions.
The city that was silent in the darkness was becoming brighter in one area, one area.
She watched all this.
It seems that after thousands of years, this stagnant world has once again become alive.
Then she raised her head.
Under that gentle gaze, the lines of silver law rise from the arc-shaped sky. They span a distance of tens of millions of miles, interlacing and weaving each other, and gradually form a huge grid full of grids. The internet.
And that's exactly what Brando had seen in Warnd-Tiamat's network.
When every node of this huge network started to become brighter, the gray clouds began to separate to the sides, exposing the light net and dark purple sky behind.
On the eastern horizon of the horizon, there was a red glow, which was rising.
Martha felt a little sad in her heart.
Because that was the last sunrise left after countless silences in this world. Its time once stagnated here, but finally at this moment, it blooms in front of her eyes with the last moment of this world.
She saw the Witch Throne, Lyra, Winter Moon, the Platinum Dragon Bahamut, the blue catastrophe, and the blazing and crystal stars. It was a sky full of galaxies, and they reappeared in the sky one by one.
That was the starry sky of a past world, but at this moment, they are also the starry sky of Vaughan.
At this moment, they are equally dazzling.
She watched all this silently.
Above the clouds, a pair of black eyes were being opened, and resentful anger gleamed in those eyes, as if a whirlpool-like void was forming around it.
Those eyes were fixed on her.
Then a majestic and deep voice echoed: "Martha, you really are still hiding in this place."
The sound rumbling over the clouds like thunder, the anger contained in it seemed to burn the world.
A ray of morning light on the horizon is dividing the world, the night sky and the stars in Martha's eyes, but where the eyes are deep, the red of the sky is reflected, which seems quiet and far-reaching.
Masha's tone is very calm: "This is just the last consciousness I left. The last energy in my network is placed in the throne, waiting for the arrival of this moment after a thousand years, dusk."
"You spare no effort to guard these humble bugs, but it doesn't make any sense. You won this time, but next time? What about the next time? You will never be able to guard the world forever, Martha, the ancestor of the blood. Already in my hands, one day, everything will end in my hands."
Martha did not answer.
The Twilight Dragon sneered: "Actually, you no longer exist in this world, Martha, I learned your'death' from the network you created. Your colleagues, your creation People, they are sleeping in this war one by one. In the end, even you will not be spared, but I can be eternal—"
"It's a pity, Martha, you can't let you see the moment when everything is realized, the end of everything, the end of the world, the result of this war between us, but in the end I can only witness it alone."
The tone of the Twilight Dragon was a little sad.
"... Well, all of this will eventually have a result, Martha. As my opponent in the war of six eras, perhaps in my long memory, I can remember this moment, remember you humble The bugs, in a sense, this is quite proud of you."
Its voice gradually died down.
After seeing the last sunrise in the world, those dark eyes slowly closed.
Masha looked at the direction of the dragon at dusk with a calm look.
"You have proven everything when you come here, dusk."
"For thousands of years, all the sacrifices made by the gods and people have value at this moment," Martha replied softly. At that moment, the rising sun on the horizon was casting the first rays of morning light on her face. Above: "Because the long night has passed, and the dawn is coming."
"You only got one thing wrong, Twilight."
"The sages and I have never regarded escape as the last salvation—"
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