The nightmare is dissipating.
The "Forgotten Abyss", which had been shrouded by the chaotic power of Loch Marton for ten thousand years, gradually broke free from the darkness, and the first thing to change was the core of the epic battle, the former throne of the nightmare tyrant - Spiral Hill.
The dusk-like twilight dissipated unconsciously, and the remnants of the twisted and weird spiral hill disintegrated completely without a sound. The monsters that emerged from the nightmare were like the morning dew illuminated by the sun, rising from their bodies. Layers of smog gradually became transparent, and finally dissipated between the sky and the earth one by one. The storm over the plain stopped, and the giant pillars of smoke and dust disintegrated like waking up from a dream. Like a liberated soul, it fluttered up to the sky, while some shimmering mysterious debris fell from the sky, sprinkled on the battlefield, and sprinkled on every soldier and general.
Calassius stared blankly at this scene, and stretched out his hand subconsciously.
A piece of shimmering debris fell on his palm, and there was a slight warmth from the debris. He seemed to hear someone whispering thanks, but when he listened intently, he found that it was just an illusion.
All kinds of supernatural powers dissipated, and a light shone on his face.
The tumbling clouds in the sky gradually calmed down and dispersed in all directions. The light that had been away from this world for many years descended from the sky, dispelling the last haze. Beams of light pierced the sky, like thousands of torrents pouring down.
"The nightmare is over..." A high-ranking paladin took off his blood-stained helmet and clamped it around his waist, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look directly at the bright sky, "This time, it's really over..."
The exhausted soldiers could finally rest. After losing the will to forcefully support themselves, they fell to the ground one by one. They couldn't help but want to laugh out loud or yell to vent, but they didn't even have the strength to yell like this, so they could only look at the comrades around them, trying to pull the corners of their mouths to show a smile.
Calassius also wanted to fall down like this, even for a minute, so that he could rest as much as he wanted, but he still mustered up his will, barely stood up, and staggered towards the wardens.
His platinum staff had been completely overloaded and damaged in the previous battle, so he could only support himself with a crooked wooden stick at this moment.
Some vague figures stood in front of the King of Mountains and Rivers.
After their last battle, the Legion of Heroic Souls and the Legion of the Last End were no longer alive. Countless twisted warriors and ancient Heroic Souls fell on the way to charge, paving the way for the living to the future, and when Dawn finally When it came, there were very few of these two legions still standing on the battlefield.
Deformed and distorted dark creatures, empty and transparent soul warriors, and empty armor and battle robes, they gathered in front of the King of Mountains and Rivers, just like thousands of years ago when they were inspected.
A skinny old man stood at the front of the team, like the most ordinary old man, with his head raised and talking to the king of mountains and rivers.
Calassius seemed to suddenly remember at this time that the "pope" actually no longer belonged to the world of the living. He was a gathering of the dead, a member of the army of the dead.
August VII, who was like a father, has long since died.
Gordon, the king of mountains and rivers, bent down in front of these warriors and listened carefully to the words of the old pope. After a long time, he nodded slightly, as if making a promise, and then slowly stood up.
A ray of light leaked from the clouds and shone on the last legion.
Those twisted and mutated limbs dissolved in the light, and the corroded bodies quickly vaporized. With the dissipating black smoke, these twisted monsters returned to their original appearance—in the form of souls. The knights wore bright armor, the priests wore holy white robes, and the warrior holding the battle flag also recovered, and he became a field bishop wearing a battle robe again, with gray beard and hair, and a resolute face , the piece of rag that was tied behind his back fluttered in the air, and gradually turned into a golden battle flag depicting the profile of a goddess, and fell into his hands again.
The old pope nodded to the field bishop, then turned his head to look at Karasius, and then turned and walked towards the queue of the dead.
The battlefield bishop raised high the golden battle flag in his hand: "The whole army turns back!"
"Start - go!"
The dead took neat steps, facing the brilliance sprinkled by the clouds, marched forward with their heads held high, and marched towards that piece of light.
The brilliance sprinkled from the clouds became more and more powerful, and finally gathered into the ubiquitous skylight, reflecting the brilliance of the entire old world, and in the radiance, the figure of the legion gradually became thinner, Gradually go away, and finally become one with the brilliance of dawn.
The ten wardens stood solemnly and looked at each other.
On the battlefield behind, those surviving soldiers also struggled to stand up. They supported each other and watched their ancestors leave.
After the silent farewell ended, Calassius raised his head with a feeling, and a simple walking stick carved from bent thorns slowly fell from the air. He let go of the wooden stick in his hand and took the thorny walking stick, as if You can still feel a trace of residual temperature.
"According to 'their' last wishes, 'they' hope that you can take over the responsibilities of the pope," the voice of the king of mountains and rivers came from high above, "the arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything, but the beginning, and there needs to be someone to lead The world is back on track, would you like to?"
Calassius held the thorny staff tightly, and the old Pope looked back at him when he turned around and stepped into the sequence of the dead. Just from the gaze of his deep eyes, he already knew the responsibility he had to face.
The arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything—even if the threat of Loch Marton disappears forever, and the tide of chaos no longer threatens the world, Kolo is destined to experience a period of turmoil and hardship, because in the real world outside, Chaos War It has been raging for seven years, and the conspiracy of the Annihilation Cultists caused unimaginable damage to the kingdoms in the last month of the war. It was a world that was left to be rebuilt, and many things needed to be done again. And when the "Chaos Tides" become a memory of the past forever, Colo must also rebuild a new order, which is a new order that people living in this land have never imagined. At this time, someone must stand Come out and lead everything.
Calassius took over this burden, but he also felt heavy pressure. The King of Mountains and Rivers seemed to see what he was thinking, and a rumbling voice came from the sky: "The wardens will return to this world."
"We'll help too," Mulu's voice came from another direction along with the heavy footsteps. He was not a member of the warden, and he didn't understand the power of Symmetra, so in the battle just now he He didn't stand with the King of Mountains and Rivers, but sat in the sanctuary army, "I believe Hao Ren will make follow-up arrangements."
"Hao Ren..." The King of Mountains and Rivers couldn't help but look up at the sky. The previous rift that reflected the outer universe had disappeared, and in order to prevent the power of Lokmarton from recoiling into this world, the barriers of the prison system had been closed again. I don't know what's going on outside, "I don't know if everything is going well with him..."
"I believe in him," Mulu said slowly, "he never plans for uncertain things, even though he usually looks careless, everything he does is foresighted and he never misses."
Just as Muru's voice fell, a beam of light suddenly pierced the sky.
This light beam is different from ordinary sky light. It not only illuminates the sky, but even tears the space. The shielding system of Keluo Prison is opened from the outside, and the image of the outside universe flashes briefly in the light beam. To the breath of Lochmarton.
Mulu showed an expected expression, smiled and pointed to the figure emerging from the light beam: "Look, he's back."
"landlord!"
"Uncle Ren!"
"Big cat!"
"Hiss—biubiu!"
A group of people rushed forward, and the first ones to rush forward were naturally the group of tenants at home. While greeting these familiar faces, Hao Ren grabbed the little weak chicken and stuffed it into a canning jar with ease. The King of Mountains and Rivers Gordon and Karasius who came later nodded.
Calassius asked hastily, "Lochmarton..."
"It won't come back again," Hao Ren opened the portable space, showing the last fragment collected from Lochmarton's soul, "This is its last fragment. Under the witness of another true god, it has already Denied the possibility of resurrection or return in any form."
Calassius couldn't help closing his eyes, and drew a circle on his chest with his hands: "Thank you, Goddess..."
Even though Lochmarton has been expelled from this world before, as long as it is not sure that it has really died permanently, then it cannot be 100% rest assured!
Hao Ren took this opportunity to look around the battlefield.
Those heroic souls have disappeared, and even the remaining pedestal of the spiral hill has disappeared. The great plain is illuminated by the sky, and the smoke and shadows entrenched on the plain fade away quickly, and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere pervades the battlefield.
He sighed softly, feeling the end of a nightmarish era, and feeling that a civilization had finally survived, then he raised his head and looked at the King of Mountains and Rivers.
"Gordon, with the appeal of the warden, what influence does it have on the major secular kingdoms?"
"Most people in the secular kingdom don't necessarily know the existence of the warden, but the appeal of the church should be enough. Although the prestige of the sanctuary has been affected to a certain extent by the early withdrawal of the church state from the secular kingdom in this crisis, as long as Tell the truth and I believe everything will turn around."
"I need your influence," Hao Ren turned around and nodded to Calassius, "We need to let the whole world know about the follow-up arrangements of this world and the outer universe." (To be continued~^~)