The whole world suddenly quieted down.
Even the alarm scream of the system that couldn't keep echoing in his mind completely disappeared at this moment.
"Gaia, you are the goddess of Gaia!" Brando suddenly realized something, and couldn't help shouting to the girl who looked like Funia next to him: "Please help us!"
But his mouth opened and closed, but no sound could be heard.
Gaia turned his head, his aquamarine eyes rested on him, and his eyes were a little peaceful and soft.
The girl nodded at him, but turned around, and her figure immediately sank into the white light.
Brando felt his heart sink.
He turned his head subconsciously.
There seemed to be many hallucinations in his field of vision. He saw Magdal yelling to himself, but the nun princess's mouth was closed and there was no sound at all.
In that direction, the little girl Lian was holding her head, as if she was screaming silently, her sister protected her under her, and the two sisters held her tightly together.
Both Fang Qi and Mr. Liu were struggling to support them, resisting the explosion in the space in front of the two sisters. Fang Qi seemed to shout something to himself, but he couldn't hear them.
Huang Huo was running towards her direction, and she stretched out her hand here, but was held tightly by the little goblin Root.
He saw the little goblin gesturing to himself constantly.
For a while.
He finally saw the meaning of the gesture:
Martha.
Brando turned around suddenly.
In the center of the whole world, white light is flowing out along the veins of the surface of the'amber'. The light stream formed by it intertwined envelops the entire gemstone to form a huge light cocoon.
But in a white world—
Brando suddenly saw that a female figure slowly walked out of the light.
It seemed to be a simple woman, but in an instant, she was so majestic and noble that one could only look up. It seemed to be a mother or a kind elder, but in an instant it made people feel like a girl and The breath of youth and the charm of women seem to change in her body, unpredictable.
In the light, Brando couldn't even see the other side's face, but there was a kind of comprehension in his heart-the other side was smiling at him, it was a smile of approval, with a touch of familiarity and kindness in it.
She nodded slightly to him, it was a gentle and quiet voice, as if it could heal all the scars in people's hearts.
"I said."
"I will give you wings made of light."
"Therefore, one day, I can call you king."
"my child-"
…
In a dark world, a bright and soft light appeared in his vision. After a while, Brando realized that it was a channel of light.
"What is this place?"
"Where am I?"
He thought in his heart, but he walked forward involuntarily.
The light became brighter and brighter in front of my eyes, as if the whole world was trapped in this ray of light, surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness. In this light, he gradually heard the sound, which seemed to be the noisy shouts of a group of people.
The crowd is yelling something.
Just as he tried to hear those noisy shouts, a group of knights suddenly passed by him-Brando turned around in amazement and saw those people running forward in the white light, and not far away, on the ground. There is a crying baby girl lying down.
He saw the knights approaching the baby girl carefully and yelled in surprise:
"Found her!"
"Kill her, daughter of the devil!"
"Thanks Martha, we are saved!"
Brando froze suddenly.
"Luo... Roman..."
His eyes fell on the baby girl, and there was something stuck in his throat.
Then he saw the knights clamoring to draw out their swords, Brando subconsciously wanted to draw out the holy sword Odyssey, but he caught a hole.
He panicked and lowered his head, only to realize that he didn't know when he was wearing a black and red robe, and the place where the saber was originally hung was empty.
"Do not… "
He saw the knights raising their swords and shouted subconsciously.
But the knights didn't have time to take action, because suddenly they all disappeared in the light, and their bodies seemed to be turned into countless dust, disappearing with the wind.
Brando watched this scene in astonishment.
He was about to move forward, but some other people passed him by, those who were wearing black and red robes that were almost identical to him. They passed by him without looking at him. Instead, they walked to the merchant lady and picked her up from the ground.
One of them looked at Roman intently, with an indescribable look on his face, and shook his head heavily:
"It's a nightmare."
He stretched out his hand to kill Roman.
Brando was so frightened that he dashed forward and grabbed the man's hand, but before he could speak, someone next to him said:
"She is at least our most successful work. You can't just destroy her like this."
"This is our common result. There may be other ways. Everything has to wait for the congressmen to make a joint ruling."
The man holding Roman hesitated, his hands stopped in the air.
"If this plan fails completely, we may have to compromise."
"No. Maybe we still have a second way to go. The plan of the druids may not be successful. The Bronze clan is violent and full of flaws, and the council will not approve it."
"This is not good news, my brother."
"The monitors found that Martha was a little different. She used 70 to 80% of the network's energy several times within a few days. Although it was very short, there were still traces to follow."
"What is our great mother doing?"
"Projection, she seems to be projecting something."
The man was silent. He put his hand down: "I have to talk to her—"
Brando was staring at all this in amazement, but in an instant, the figures of these people in robes disappeared. For the baby girl who disappeared last, Brando felt that the merchant eldest lady glanced at herself with a peculiar look. There was both surprise and nostalgia in her eyes.
He was about to say something, but she also disappeared.
At this moment, Brando suddenly realized that all of this was manipulated. He turned his head and shouted loudly in this white world:
"Master Martha, I know you are here, but I don't understand, what is all this for?"
But in the space, no voice answered his question.
Then, he saw another scene.
There was a young girl standing there.
A girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, her face resembled a reproduction of Funia, but she was older, with long green dreamlike hair that fell to the ground like a waterfall. She stood barefoot on the snow-white ground. superior.
It was the goddess Gaia, and Brando recognized him at a glance.
But at this time, the goddess didn't seem to see him. She faced one direction and seemed to be talking to someone.
"Mother, the energy of the Internet is almost exhausted. I have arranged for everyone to enter the standby state, but the gods seem to have noticed something."
"Let me see Azure, I will explain everything to them." A gentle voice replied.
Brando recognized the owner of that voice in an instant.
That is Martha.
The mother of all things.
"But," Gaia replied: "Is all this really necessary, mother, why do we deny the plan of the gods? Haven't we been doing this for five times?"
"Because, Gaia, we can protect this world for a while, but we cannot protect it forever. One day, we will pass away. So before that, we must make a decision—"
"Is this the origin of the Curved Plan, mother? But why can't all the gods and people know all this, is it because of the betrayal of the Bronze clan?"
"The Twilight Dragon has sneaked into my network, I can feel its existence, but this is also our best opportunity, Gaia."
The goddess of the earth nodded silently.
"I see, mother."
But she paused, and then asked: "The next era will really be just as we thought, can we really-can we win the final victory?"
"I don't know, my child, but everything has the possibility of its existence. This may be the uncertain destiny of our world, but one person will master it."
All the sounds seemed to gradually become faint, gradually becoming inaudible.
The image of Goddess Gaia also disappeared in a moment.
The surroundings seemed to become quiet again.
But at this time, a gentle voice suddenly rang in Brando's heart: "You have a lot of doubts in your heart, right, my child?"
Brando suddenly turned his head and looked around, as if he wanted to see someone-it was a pity that he had found nothing. He resisted the astonishment in his heart and said, "Master Martha, is that you?"
"It's me, child."
Brando was silent for a moment before he asked, "My lord, what is this place? Where am I? Am I still alive?"
"This is my world," Martha replied in a gentle voice, "As for whether you are still alive, I think you have the answer in your heart, don't you, my child?"
Brando was silent.
After a while, he finally asked the question that he had always kept in mind: "Master Martha, you know my origin, right?"
"I know the origin of everyone," the gentle voice replied, "My child, I know what you think in your heart, maybe I will give you this answer."
Brando suddenly saw the wind blowing up in front of him, and the dust gathered into a tower, forming a scene that he felt familiar.
He is standing in the middle of a street.
On both sides are the tall buildings and the shuttle traffic. When he turned his head, he could even see those dazzling shopping malls and billboards—on one of the billboards, there was even a poster about "Amber Sword" hung.
All of this is so familiar to him.
That is everything in another world.
The memory of his past.
…