Of course, the gods have not been doing nothing and just waiting for the revival of the "Witch of Destruction".
only...
All their efforts, and everything they had done with the star civilizations of the past, were nothing but helpless struggles before the "end of the world".
When the "Land of the Dead" of the Nibelungen was about to show the first signs of annihilation, "Twilight of the Gods" finally arrived.
The first thing to be eroded by "Doomsday" was the roots of Yggdrasil. In an instant, the entire "World Tree" was on the verge of collapse, completely disrupting all the previous arrangements of the gods.
They originally thought that "Doomsday" would first affect the nine branches of the World Tree, or the nine worlds, so they used all their imaginations to build the most perfect defense line in their minds on each branch.
The reason why the roots of Yggdrasil were not guarded was, first, because the location of the Nibelungen was at the root, and the gods did not dare to touch it easily.
Although they are collectively called gods, the gods are not united. If any god is accidentally injured or even dies, there will naturally be someone waiting to take his place and take over his power.
It is precisely for this reason that the gods are overly protective of their own wings and will sit idly by and watch the gradual revival of the "Witch of Destruction" without taking any proactive action.
Of course, this accidental approach only delayed their moment of death. If they acted in advance, it would only allow the "Witch of Destruction" to revive faster.
In short, when the roots of Yggdrasil began to rot and perish, the gods could no longer sit still. Everything they possessed was more or less connected to Yggdrasil. Once Yggdrasil was destroyed, they would not be able to escape the disaster either.
Therefore, under this premise, the gods finally ventured into the Nibelung and started the war that would lead them to their end.
The course of the war was brutal. In the vision of Luo Ling's memory package, "she" did nothing but silently and calmly watched the gods desperately charge towards her.
The giant that could almost break through the sky let out a deafening war cry and rushed over waving a greatsword made of mountains. The giant snake hovering on the ground opened its fangs that were dripping with poison and salivating, but there was a hint of determination in its vertical pupils.
There was also a giant wolf with a body as big as a mountain and hair as long as a forest, but its ferocious face was filled with madness and fear...
The most eye-catching among the gods was a knight. He rode an eight-legged blue-black flaming warhorse that looked like it had returned from hell, and held a spear that looked like a dry branch with a slightly sharpened tip. The look under his heavy helmet was different from the calm eyes of the other gods, as if he had foreseen his own end.
No matter how glorious or terrifying they were, all the gods were melted into annihilation without exception as darkness spread.
Even though several gods had already considered retreating, or even simply avoided the war in some way, they could not escape the fate of being annihilated by "Doomsday".
It even implicated the branch of the world they were in, which was in danger of annihilation at the same time.
Because when they killed the "Witch of Destruction" in the past, they were already branded with the mark of "doomsday". Even if they escaped to the end of the universe or to another world, they could not stop the spread of "doomsday".
"Twilight of the Gods", no so-called god escaped judgment.
As these scenes were about to come to an end, Luo Ling finally saw the owner of this memory bag.
A... beautiful black dragon.
Luo Ling didn't know why he used the word "beautiful" to describe this giant black dragon that should have been ferocious and terrifying. Flames of annihilation seemed to be burning on each of its huge blue-black scales, and its half-opened dark golden vertical pupils were filled with uncontrollable sadness.
He simply nestled quietly at the roots of Yggdrasil, while everything around him fell into an irreversible state of annihilation, being completely polluted and transformed.
Luo Ling did not feel the slightest bit of fear towards this terrifying monster. Instead, she felt an unprecedented sense of closeness to it.
Even... to the extent that she is closer than her sister Su Wan.
Even in the memory, the pitch-black dragon seemed to be able to sense Luo Ling's gaze. He slightly raised his huge head, and his distant gaze penetrated time and space, penetrated illusion and reality, and looked at her calmly and sadly.
He didn't say anything, but Luo Ling already understood it all.
At this point, the memory package completely ended, and Luo Ling's consciousness returned to his body.
Luo Ling looked up at the elf, and when she saw the elf's gaze looking at her again, she suddenly understood something.
She looked down at her eyes. From her arms to her fingertips, they were covered with blue-black scales.
At this moment, Luo Ling has returned to his original appearance.
But in the eyes of the elves, her appearance is the "Destroyer Witch", "Doomsday", the black dragon Nidhoggr that gnaws the "World Tree" Yggdrasil... the "ascended" appearance.
During hundreds of years of companionship, the elves gradually learned the truth about the world from Metamorphosis, including the "Hall of Valor" plan, which was also partly provided by Metamorphosis.
Even the skeleton of "Hall of Valor" itself was constructed by Tuisheng herself. Apart from her, there is no other person in the world who can afford to build the Lost Hometown.
This is why Luo Ling was able to find an imprint of consciousness in "Hall of Valor" that was extremely similar to hers, yet completely different from hers, and that possessed quite high authority, which was left behind by the gradual "doomsday" transformation.
The original intention of Metamorphosis was very clear. Since the place of origin Valhalla was beyond salvation, she could only choose to give up the way to save the world here. It would be a blessing to leave some precious fire and send it to other places of origin.
She already knew that there were other places of origin. This shoddy version of the Lost Homeland could not be compared with the real Lost Homeland. It could not reach the dimensional land and escape from this world that was destined to be completely annihilated by "doomsday", but at least escaping to other places of origin was not a problem.
Of course, what Tuisheng didn't know was that the shoddy version of the Lost Homeland that she built later would be used in the inner plan of the "Hall of Valor" plan.
What no one expected was that in this "Hall of Valor", the real plan was to revive her again, praying that she could save the world.
If she could really foresee it, I'm afraid... she would choose to stop it.
During this experience which was neither long nor short, the elf witnessed the truth of the world and the true transformation, so he could not help but feel a complex emotion of admiration and loss towards the transformation, and inevitably extended these emotions to Luo Ling, whose appearance was almost identical to his.
"Why do I always feel like this happens so often..."
Thinking of this, Luo Ling couldn't help but feel ashamed.
Fortunately, the elf could clearly distinguish between her and Tuisheng. When Luo Ling woke up for the first time, he recognized that it was Luo Ling and not Tuisheng.
"However, Ms. Luo Ling, the time you can stay here... probably isn't much, right?"
The elf smiled slightly and calmly. It was hard to imagine how much she had been through during this period of time. Even her personality was completely different from before.
"... Yeah, that's right." Luo Ling nodded slightly.
"These are what your mother, our 'Holy Lord', told me." The elf suddenly felt a little emotional, and some memories and sighs flashed in her eyes. "I didn't expect that when you first met me, everything you said... turned out to mean this. You must know more... about the future."
Luo Ling did not answer, and the elf did not intend to let her answer. She simply raised a finger to her lips and said softly,
"Shh, don't tell me. No matter what the future holds, I... must keep going. Even if I end up failing, there is still meaning in failure, right?"
Luo Ling stared at the elf in silence. She had heard similar words from the omens of the time.
This was their common realization before they sacrificed themselves.
Even though we know the future is bleak, we still have to keep moving forward and do our best to add even a glimmer of hope to the final outcome.
"By the way, you probably don't know about the origin of the Nibelungen, right?" The elf changed the subject and continued with a chuckle, "Haha, she told me that too."
Luo Ling's expression was slightly moved, and he smiled bitterly and said,
"Why does she tell you everything?"
"Because... in the whole Valhalla, I am the only one who can get close to her and listen to her after being influenced by you." The elf blinked, as if with a little mischief,
"I really have to thank you for this... Don't worry, I can't take your place away. In her heart, you will always be the child she loves, almost the only one."
The gods love the world, but they prefer only one.
"Is that so..."
Luo Ling didn't know what expression to make, but the look on his face was a little relaxed.
"About the Nibelungen." The elf's expression suddenly became serious, and he said, "This is a fragment of another world, it does not belong to this world at all, and it can even... avoid the impact of the "Doomsday" to a certain extent. This is why she was able to slow down the "Doomsday" in the Nibelungen.
"The reason is that the power of another god once existed on this fragment. Even though it has been completely erased, it still left an indelible impact."
Hearing this, Luo Ling's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately stood up and planned to explore Nibelungen in the remaining time.
But before she could move, the elf shook his head and said,
"This is not Nibelungen, it's just a temple that was dismantled from the 'Land of the Dead'."
"Hmm?" Luo Ling was slightly stunned and asked, "Where is Nibelungen?"
"She took him away." The elf said, "The end of the world brought by Ragnarok is not just for the gods."
"Her power will completely spread throughout Valhalla after Ragnarok, until she discovers the truth about the Nibelungen.
"So, she risked her own existence in the Nibelungen, and the will of the "end of the world" turned into a dark dragon and took the Nibelungen away, leaving only the remains of the past."
"Where are her remains from the past?" Luo Ling immediately asked in a deep voice.
The elf didn't say anything, but just raised his finger and pointed at Luo Ling himself.
"... I?"
Luo Ling was suddenly stunned and looked at his body quickly.
It is almost identical to the original body.
But there is only one thing that is certain.
Luo Ling's body now had completely lost any signs of life, and she was only using her will to support the movements of her body.
Just then, the elf suddenly moved a little closer.
Just as Luo Ling looked up and opened his mouth to say something, she took Luo Ling's hand, looked directly into his eyes with her beautiful green eyes, and said word by word,
"Ms. Luo Ling, no matter what, you must inherit this will.
"We... don't want to perish."
Chapter 153 The Birth of the Girl "Luo Ling"
It is another heavy expectation.
The sincerity revealed in the elf's eyes made Luo Ling vaguely think of Yao Ji and the omen of the time. After a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.
"I know."
Even after receiving Luo Ling's answer, the elf still looked at her intently. After a moment, he smiled in relief and said softly,
"It is exactly as the Lord said... If that is the case, I can rest assured.
"Even if we exhaust all our efforts, the only result we can achieve is complete failure..."
She slowly took Luo Ling's hand, squeezed it slightly, and then let go.
At this moment, Luo Ling felt a warm feeling on the palm of his hand. He looked down and saw a brand left on his palm.
However, this mark was not left on this body, or even in her soul, but was imprinted on her consciousness, her existence itself.
No matter what Luo Ling becomes, as long as she is still an individual called "Luo Ling", this mark will never disappear.
This brand is not a pattern, nor is it some secret technique. It is just a simple word.
He used some words that Luo Ling didn't recognize, but he could recognize the meaning at a glance.
"Ling".
This is her name.
Being able to influence consciousness, this kind of method definitely did not come from the hands of an elf. She was just passing it on.
It was Tui Sheng who left Luo Ling's name as a brand to her.
In other words, from the very beginning, her name came from her real mother.
"She wants me to tell you," the elf said softly, lowering her eyes, "all the answers you want to know... are hidden here."
Luo Ling didn't say anything, but just silently rolled up his palms and tightened them slightly.
"I will seal up the memory of our acquaintance." The elf continued, her lips curled up slightly, "Don't worry, it's not because of you, Miss Luo Ling. Although our time together was short... I don't hate it, and I miss it quite a bit.
"It's just... this memory always makes me feel uneasy. I was told to keep going even if I failed, but I vaguely feel that I'm destined to end up in the end... I might even have a mental breakdown one day."
Not everyone can be as strong and terrifying as Yao Ji and Tian Shi Yan, but even they... have inevitably experienced some irreversible changes, and Yao Ji even developed an obsession like delusion because of this.
Although the elf is the last surviving elf, in fact, in terms of status and other aspects, he cannot be compared with Yao Ji. The reason why he was chosen is only because of Luo Ling.
If it weren't for Luo Ling, her only ending would be that as she approached the "Land of the Dead", she would gradually be transformed into a monster, wandering in the completely desolate country all day long until the day of complete annihilation.
Under such circumstances, the elf's only choice is to completely seal the memories between him and Luo Ling.
As a result, she had no idea what the future would be like.
"I won't remember you, Miss Luo Ling." The elf took a few steps back and performed the most noble etiquette for an elder. Her voice was filled with some indescribable complex emotions. "But I hope you can remember me, remember... the last elf."
After she finished speaking, Luo Ling became a little dazed, but this time it was not because she had exhausted her energy to the extreme, but because the brand on the palm of her hand began to take effect.
A warm current slowly spread out from the palm of his hand, like a light gauze, bringing a little warmth, wrapping around Luo Ling's whole body.
Heavy sleepiness came over her in waves, but Luo Ling did not feel uncomfortable. Instead, she could feel the comfort emerging from the bottom of her heart, just like a mother's embrace.
She did not resist and let this warmth guide her into sleep.
In the last bit of vision she had, she saw the elf's mouth slightly open and closed, as if it was saying something.
But Luo Ling could no longer hear clearly, he only saw a few tears flashing in the corners of the elf's eyes.
It was not until his consciousness completely sank that Luo Ling finally made out the elf's last words.
"Ms. Luo Ling, this life... goodbye forever."