This is Tinder.
Sleeping quietly in the darkness for thousands of years, the faint light seemed to be a ray of morning light in the deep, a goddess stretched out her hand, warm and soft, smiling and guiding her children forward. Everyone was completely shocked in such a scene, and couldn't tell for a long time, even Brando was no exception.
"Master Martha..." Akane, Fonia, and Mephistopheles murmured to themselves.
She has never given up her child, as if it has been silent for thousands of years, but this kind of flame is always burning tenaciously under erosion, through the darkness, until her child comes here again. It is a beacon, but it reveals a gentle and great power that penetrates people's hearts.
Brando raised his head with a rare solemn look on his face. This is the transmission of civilization. After countless years, they came here again, picked up the torch left by the ancestors on the ground, and let the flames of civilization penetrate the darkness once again. A sacred feeling is flowing in his blood, and he can feel the pulse of such indestructible power even when he closes his eyes. It is the yearning of all intelligent creatures for civilization, order, fire and light.
When Prometheus ignited the first fire on the dark and wide ground, civilization for the first time walked out of ignorance and began a never-ending quest for the light world. That kind of emotion, passed down in the blood, at a certain moment, suddenly awakened, like a trumpet on the boundless earth, for an instant let people return to the era that was pioneered in the wild.
This is the will of the ancestors.
Brando took a deep breath, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at the others. Mephistopheles nodded to him, Akane put her hands on her chest nervously, looking at him a little nervously, Fonia looked at them, then at Brando, a little puzzled.
"Then I'll go, let the fire spread all over the land." Brando replied.
"Go." Gray Sword Saint looked at this'lighthouse' with a solemn expression.
So Brando turned around again, and stepped up the steps, approaching the huge crystal. There was a steady stream of soft light radiating from the crystal, and when everyone raised their heads, they watched him walking towards the light step by step, and the light feathered behind him, becoming more and more like the robe and crown placed on him. .
At this moment, Mephistopheles suddenly inexplicably flashed a motto in the Blue Poem of the Cruz people:
'Child, I will give you light wings, so that I can call you king—'
Although I thought this was just nonsense, under such a scene, the Grey Sword Saint couldn't help but throb in his heart. In this situation, it seems like Brando is approaching Martha step by step, and the goddess of all things is about to crown the young man with his head down.
But he didn't know that this feeling was stronger in Brando's heart. The closer he got to the light, the more intense the light seemed, as if to contain him. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the crystal, his heart was throbbing, unexpectedly such a sentence emerged uncontrollably:
"Master Martha, thousands of years later, your child is here again—"
But what happened next made Brando almost let go of his hand and rolled straight down the pyramid. Because without warning, an unfamiliar will responded in the crystal, and this will gently wrapped him, and sighed:
"Yeah, it's been a long time, my child."
"This this… "
Brando's mind went blank for a moment, and only one voice reverberated, this is Martha! This is the most holy mother of all things, the world's pure and benevolence, Martha! That countless NPC, the goddess that the players praised by all means actually existed! But this is impossible!
There was a thunder in his mind, and the mighty roar instantly crashed his mind. No player would think that in the era after the gods disappeared, Martha still existed in this world. Although she left her kindness, the rest is just a memory.
People kept reminiscing about this goddess, hoping that she would stay in this world and continue to take care of her children. Because the world needs a spiritual support to live strong.
Martha no longer exists, there is nothing more than the connection of laws between heaven and earth. After the four saints, this is the common understanding of everyone.
But I didn't expect that the supreme goddess would really stay on this land, watching her children silently and permanently.
No one thought of it.
Brando did not expect that, for some reason, at the moment when he heard Martha’s gentle voice, he felt something damp rolling down his cheeks. The strong emotion could not be stopped, just It seemed that at that moment, after leaving the warm embrace of his mother for thousands of years, he felt the soft tenderness again.
"Ah, my eyes are in the sand." Brando said embarrassedly.
Martha smiled slightly.
"Don't cry, boy. Although I am far away from you, I can still feel your faith in pursuing and yearning for the light. I have watched civilization walk out of the baby, through the dark land, splitting the thorns, and staggering out step by step. Wild, one day, I believe, I believe you will overcome these hardships and achieve ultimate victory."
"You who have inherited the ancient blood are the best children of mankind. You should be strong." She said softly.
"Victory?" Brando was startled, somewhat puzzled.
Martha shook her head slightly and asked, "So my child, are you going to light this fire and follow the path of the predecessors? You know, the torch of civilization is passed on from generation to generation, and the predecessors fall But later generations regained their will. This kind of history was originally an epic full of the most tragic and brave mortal races—"
"This is a game for the brave, and everyone is part of this magnificent epic, so my child, are you here, are you ready to accept all of this?"
Brando took a breath. This was the proper procedure. Although he had never ignited the original fire, he knew that what remained of the original fire should be part of Martha's will. But at this moment it made him feel a little different, he was somewhat certain that Martha herself should be in front of him.
Although she is not here.
"Of course, I'm ready," he replied.
"Well, my child, let me ask you a few questions?" A soft voice sounded in his heart.
"Huh?" Brando was startled slightly, this is not right! He still understands the general steps of lighting the fire. After making an agreement with Martha, the benevolent goddess should directly start order. But why is there another step now? Could it be the original fire? He has never lit a primitive fire, he is not sure, but at this time it is more appropriate to follow the goddess's will, so he nodded.
What's more, the gentleness of this goddess mother makes people unable to refuse at all.
Martha smiled.
"I ask you, child, do you have faith in your heart?"
"belief?"
"To live for something, this kind of thought itself is a kind of belief. Whether it is honor, strength, or just wanting to move forward, because there is a goal, civilization can move forward."
At that moment, Brando thought of everyone he knew well. He thought of Freya, Roman and the Princess Regent, the residents of Buche, and the refugees he had brought out of Rideenburg.
"Perhaps, yes..."
Martha put a light crown on top of his head, and gently stroked his forehead in a soft white light: "Child, do you understand the meaning of the crown?"
What does the crown mean? Brando thought that it was a symbol of supreme kingship, but this answer must be wrong for Martha, because human kingship is meaningless to her, and she doesn't need such things as power. So he shook his head.
"A person with a crown is called a king. The so-called person called a king always walks in front of everyone. Only in this way can he let his people see his back. However, as long as people are Seeing that figure, they will be strong, so they have the courage to move on."
"So do you understand? A king is destined to shine and heat up, an existence that everyone looks up to. In the darkness, he leads everyone through thorns and thorns, and always illuminates the endless depths, such an infinite road. , Can be called the dedication of the king."
"The king's... Dedication?" Brando felt the crown on his head by the goddess, and his heart suddenly thumped.
"What do you think is dedication?"
"Dedication?"
Brando raised his head, he couldn't see the goddess in the dim light, but the woman always looked at him with a smile, with an unchanging expectation in her eyes. Such expectations made him muster the courage to follow his own heart and answer word by word:
"I think the so-called dedication—it should be something that can make the heart feel satisfied, so that it can be done without complaint or regret."
"Do you have something like this to accomplish, my child?"
"I think... yes?" Brando once again thought of Eruin in his homeland, and thought of the palace burning in the flames. The so-called irresistible want to change things, perhaps this is the meaning of his coming here.
At the moment he saw Martha, he suddenly understood.
The expectation in Marsha's eyes turned into approval.
She said: "Therefore, some people are destined to be different from others, only because they always have such a light in their heart, with an unyielding faith, to change the world. No matter whether they succeed or not, they are always behind him. Stretching out the wings of light work, so that everyone behind him feels warm."
"Such people are called heroes by history."
"My child, I am very satisfied with your answer, so I will give you a gift to witness your fulfillment of your promise -" the goddess said suddenly. As soon as her voice fell, Brando's heart sounded a voice:
"System reminder: [Destiny Talent] The Chosen Person, activate."
"Fate... Destiny talent?" Brando was dumbfounded again, destiny talent? Hasn't he already accepted the inheritance of the Dark Dragon? But dual destiny talent? What the hell is this! What is going on here, is there a bug in the system
Brando felt that he had been hit to a bit numb, but he still couldn't help but defamation, even if you are Lord Martha, you can't hang up like this! And why is it the chosen person? Shouldn't Martha's destiny talent be the son of Martha
The goddess seemed to see the thoughts in his heart and smiled slightly: "Indeed, the chosen person is not the best talent. But it has placed my expectations of you, my child, just like the ancient prophecy described. —I will give you wings made of light, so that I can call you king."
"I hope you can walk according to your words, then one day, my child, I will be glorious for you."
"Glory for me?" Brando puzzled.
But the goddess didn't answer any more, she raised her head, her gaze seemed to pass through the endless void, and all the darkness was pierced through under her gaze. Then a gentle smile appeared on her face:
"Come on, let us witness this moment together, child, the light will return to the earth."
She raised her hand.
An endless white light emerged from the darkness.
that moment-
The entire trade wind ring, everyone and all the monsters, suddenly stopped for an instant. Everyone and every monster had a faint throbbing in their heart, as if some kind of opportunity, the law between heaven and earth was completely calm. Afterwards, the power of the huge demonic wave was suppressed in an instant.
"It's impossible!" This thought emerged in everyone's heart, but nothing is impossible. When they turned their heads subconsciously, they saw that in the darkness between the sky and the earth, a sword-like white light was piercing through it. The ring of trade wind towers over the cloud wall on the top of the cloud, running through the sky one by one, piercing out like a shell.
The light is coming out of it—
The fire was ignited.
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