He even saw a person.
It was a middle-aged man with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, holding a briefcase, and was walking towards him. For a moment, Brando almost raised his hand to say hello to the opponent—
Everything is like the past.
That was his teacher, who occupies an extremely important part of his memory in his boyhood. He even remembered that the other party had a daughter—a little girl with a little lively temper.
But how many years ago is that memory
ten years
Twenty years
Brando looked at each other in amazement and passed by.
Then everything disappeared.
"Master Martha, this is..." Brando felt his voice slightly hoarse.
"My child," Martha's gentle voice echoed: "Everyone has his own past, and so do we—the people of God, once came from such a world—that world was destroyed in the flames of war, and there is nothing left. People of, are called the first generation. Those are the ancestors, or Matanians, that is, travelers, they took everything from the past world, traveled among the many worlds, until they came to this world …"
"That was the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of our ancestors, we built everything. I created this world and called it Warend."
"However, the civilization and order that we have brought from the past world is so incompatible with this brand new world. When the old and new orders clash, the hostility of this world-twilight, wakes up from the chaos. come over."
"... That war that has existed since ancient times, thus kicked off the curtain."
Although it is not the first time Brando has heard people tell about this history, Martha's personal description still makes him yearn for the epic and mighty history: the heritage of civilization between the two worlds, the ancestors of the travel masters , Using their near-great power to create such a miracle.
Then, there is everything that mortals see in this age.
But Martha’s tone was not high-pitched, and she did not seem to be proud of it: "My child, from the beginning of the war that has been ancient to the present, it is the will of this world that we will fight against. Therefore, in every war, we almost fail."
"... In order to preserve myself, I left the sword of destiny'Amber' in Tiamat's supreme authority as the last resort to restart the world-and in the five wars since then, almost every time , We all survived through it."
"Amber?" Brando was a little puzzled: "Isn't that the Throne of the End?"
He raised his head and suddenly found that, at some point, the mother of all things had actually appeared in front of him.
There was a smile with a divine radiance on Masha's face. She looked at him, but did not answer the question directly.
"Do you understand the meaning of the throne, my child—"
Brando was at a loss.
Martha smiled slightly before continuing: "My child, you must understand that in that eternal war, we are not immortal; and one day, when the gods pass away one by one, and what we protect Everything will usher in that doomed end in that era."
"Doomed?" Brando frowned. "Master Martha, if everything is doomed, then what is the meaning of all these wars? You said that Amber is the sword that mortals dominate destiny. It can really let us dominate. Your own destiny?"
For the answer to this question, Martha also smiled and shook her head.
She only replied: "Our world is destroyed and reborn again and again, but everything is not unchanged, child. Although the ending of each war is repeated, it seems like an insoluble knot, but the bronze family is in this way. Under the circumstances was born—"
"The Bronze Clan?"
"They have left us, my child, but it is a necessity," Martha's voice was calm and steady: "In the darkness, the rusty clockwork is returning to its original position—because, from the beginning , They have already pointed to a path to victory."
"What?" Brando was slightly surprised. He had only heard of the betrayal of the Bronze family, but had never heard of such a thing.
Martha seemed to have anticipated his surprise, and continued: "In that era, I saw such a hope in the bronze family. Perhaps there is such a path that can enable us to coexist with the will of this world. After all, our goal is not to destroy everything, but to protect this new home..."
Upon hearing this, Brando suddenly understood something: "So this is..."
"Yes, this is the beginning of the mortal age. Mortals born in the black iron are born from this-my child, this is the age you see."
Brando remained silent for a long while without saying a word.
It was not until a few minutes later that he spoke again: "However, the dragon of twilight has not been weakened by this. On the contrary, the gods and ancestors have left this world one by one. In our age, the power of mortals is So humble, where is our hope?"
"How can we defeat the Twilight Dragon?"
He raised his head and looked into Martha's eyes. The deep silver eyes were full of approval.
Martha slowly walked to Brando's side, stretched out her hand, and placed it on his forehead—Brando couldn't feel the physical touch of her hand, but she could feel a faint warm feeling.
"You should understand, Brando, my child. The Dragon of Twilight is not the will of this world itself. It only represents the hostility and destruction of this world. When the conflict between the old and the new order is inevitable, it is born. ."
"So when everything ends, it is when the dragon of twilight dies, my child."
"End everything?"
Martha fell on him with silver eyes and looked at him quietly.
"The Twilight Dragon has understood in four successive wars that it must win the supreme authority of Tiamat's Law-the amber sword, before it can completely end all this-our world."
"For this reason, it does not hesitate to project its own ontology into Tiamat's network, descending into this world in a physical form, and occupying Miss Roman's body."
"Because it has long known the plan of the gods and people, and through the Bronze Clan’s departure, it has stolen the most important part of this plan. Through its own ingenious arrangements, it made the outcome of the sixth war proceed in the direction it expected. Until today, this moment comes—"
Brando looked at Martha blankly.
Looking at the mother of all things.
"You..." he asked dazedly: "... You knew it a long time ago?"
Martha nodded silently.
"Because from the beginning, the people of God actually had two plans."
Brando opened his mouth slightly.
"Their first plan is called the Throne of the End. In this plan, the gods used the blood of the ancestors to create Miss Romance. When Miss Romance grows up, she can use the Amber Sword, restart our world and bring everything back to the original point. And that era will be the time when the next war begins."
"But this plan is actually just a cover-up," Martha replied surprisingly: "The real plan is actually the'Warend Plan', that is, the Curved Plan. This plan is the beginning of the end."
"That is… ?"
"When the Twilight Dragon came to Tiamat's law through our first plan, and gained physical existence through Miss Romans, at this moment, it was indeed the closest moment to victory—but at the same time, it also exposed It’s my biggest weakness."
"Because, as the owner of the blood of the ancestors, it will be integrated with our world. It has become one of the highest authority in this world, but it is also a part of this network—"
Martha stared at Brando and asked every word, "Do you know what the throne means, my child?"
Brando closed his mouth, moving in his heart.
"The Dragon of Twilight will never understand what the throne means, because it lacks the feelings of being a mortal, so it will never be able to win this war."
Martha shook her head slightly:
"This era," she replied: "It is an era in which the gods pass away and the stars fall to the ground. On the earth, mortals born in the black iron will control their own destiny and future. ."
"That will be a new era. Above mortals, there will be no more authority over them. After that, we will no longer be able to determine the fate of these people. Perhaps it is time for the world to relax. Open its remaining shackles..."
"Brando," Martha asked softly, "Did we realize our dreams and hopes in such an era?"
"—Is it here?"
Brando shook his head slightly.
Above the earth, there are the races of gold and silver, and the legacy of the gods still determines the future and destiny of Vaughan. There are also existences like him and the Silver Queen, holding the supreme authority in this world in their hands.
It even has such a profound trace of the previous era, the order left by the traveling wizards still exists, and even the traveling wizards themselves have not completely left.
And the fire of divine nature has never been born among mortals.
Do mortals really dominate their own destiny
Brando thought that perhaps this is also his own question-because its answer is undoubtedly destined to be negative.
"So the Twilight Dragon still exists," Martha replied softly, "My child, do you understand?"
Brando was silent for a moment.
He stretched out his hand and took the hand his mother had put on his forehead, which was heavy, as if she had promised him the crown.
"Mother, what should we do?"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight-my child."
Brando raised his head in a daze.
Martha looked at him and slowly said: "I was born under the supreme authority, my child, from the moment I was born, I created a network called Tiamat in this world, which is the law of everything. When it came down, the elements and magic were performing their duties, so a world named Vonder was born."
"But our world was born in the highest, and all its authority and power also come from it. Therefore, only those above the throne can destroy the throne itself—"
"The Twilight Dragon will not know that there is another person in this world who can also pick up the holy sword Amber-the highest authority in this world."
Brando pressed his lips tightly, and he even closed his eyes, as if he had already expected this in his heart.
Martha saw his eyes soften: "Brando, my child, I have chosen a hero from amongst others. He has such a characteristic, and only he can bear such a heavy burden. Responsibility-he will put an end to everything in the past and put the last stop to this never-ending war."
"But," Brando opened his eyes again after a long time: "Why me?"
Martha looked at him, motioned him to raise her head, she pointed to the scene in front of them:
When Brando saw the picture, it seemed as if all blood was pouring into his brain.
Because he saw a teenager.
The young man was naked, his eyes closed, and he was contained in a metal culture tank, wrapped in a translucent liquid.
In front of the teenager, there were three tall men in droopy robes. Brando stared at the rings on their hands—ouroboros, twined and gleaming.
"that's me… ?"
That face that should probably be called'Sophie' seemed so strange in Brando's eyes at this moment.
Martha nodded.
"With all the powers of the nucleus four to thirteen, I mobilized almost all the remaining energy in the Tiamat law network, and through the causal surface of time and space, I built a game called "Amber Sword" in your world. Without hesitating to disrupt the flow of time in the future, a part of Warend’s historical process is reproduced before your eyes—"
"I picked some people, but only you, successfully came to our world, I can feel the obsession in your heart, Brando, maybe it is your love for some people and things, for Eruin, let You resonate enough with this world."
Brando let out a sigh of relief.
"What is the nucleus?"
"That is the collective name for the thirty-six satellites in the low-Earth orbit of Vaughan, and it is also my body."
"Are all the gods like this?" Brando asked, recalling the spectacular scene he had seen outside of Tiamat's elemental boundaries.
Martha nodded.
"Senior sister, then?"
"Miss Nimesis was also part of this plan, but that child was not completely successful. Maybe you have a chance to see her in the future and can bring my apologies to her."
"So, I... came into this world and got the identity of Brando. Did you arrange it too...?"
Brando hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question.
Martha looked at him and replied softly:
"You have survived for 140 years in our time. In that era, Odin and Gaia taught you many things. After you died, we saved your memory and created another embryo. Then You are now-Brando, my child"
"You don't have to doubt your identity," she put down her hand: "You are Brando, the grandson of the Earth Sword Master, the Highland Knight, the heir of this generation of the Cardiloso family, just when everything comes, The memory of your past, it has revived itself, and has returned to you again."
"You are Sophie and Brando—"
Brando was silent.
He seemed to have returned to the summer night a few years ago.
At that moment, he said to himself silently:
"Yes, I am Sophie and Brando—"
"Then allow me to ask one last question, Master Martha."
Martha looked at him and nodded in acquiescence.
"Why do you want to project the'curved surface project' in our time-and where did the ancestors come from? And why do we have the highest level of authority in the Tiamat network?"
Having said this, Brando raised his head, and he saw Martha's silver eyes gleaming with a soft luster.
"Because you and the ancestors have the same blood, Brando, it is not affected by the laws of this world at all."
"The first generation of ancestors who came here, in fact, they should have another name—"
"Their hometown was once called the earth."