“what did you say!?”
Gerak swayed a little harder: “Dragon of Twilight understands that this best opportunity is already in front of it, but if the God races are forced to restart the World, it will lose this opportunity.”
“So… it deliberately shows the enemy weak, bringing the ontology into our World, and letting Azure Knight have the chance to hurt it.”
“In this way, God races will think they have had the opportunity to have a real chance to completely defeat Twilight…”
“However, in the final war… Dragon of Twilight lost in the hands of Azure Knight, but caused the Crystalline army and the Neng to attack the Babel Fortress from behind, under Truth’s defense, Tower of Babel Completely destroyed…”
“And, most importantly… Dragon of Twilight has already calculated everything, and its sleep is just an illusion, because it has already left its Will on that baby girl. When people think they have made it Victory, sure enough, after the Sixth War, Azure’s Knight became a hero, Age of Mortals came, and our World…”
Gerak heavily coughed twice: “It was also saved…”
In the midst of silence, only the prime minister’s daughter sounded calmer:
“So, Ultimate Throne has not been re-hidden with the restart of World.”
Not waiting for Gerak to answer, she continued: “The millennium, Miirna, the Age of Mortals, the power above the earth is declining, the gods are dead, the Dragon Race is hidden, and then, War of the Holy Saints After that, even Silver Lineage also withdrew from the history of Vaunde -“
“After seven hundred years, Sage established, Kirrlutz, Faanzan, Saers, and Aerlanta, which were established.”
“After three hundred years…”
“That is our time.”
The voice of prime minister’s daughter is small.
But there is a voice in the hearts of everyone who is ringing back –
Because in this era, it finally came again.
……
The enemy we have to face may be the most ferocious and most terrifying opponent of this era. It exists far from conquering, not for rule and for profit: the destruction brought by Twilight is pure, and it will make Vaunde’s eternal return to chaos, as it is claimed by the believers of the world. ―The Last Judgment, with Judgment Day.
— Silver Scholar, Judd J. Robin Riel
And this is Twilight. In this era, in the face of heavy reality, everyone is stunned. This is the opponent that people have faced together since the six eras. However, even the gods have failed again and again. How can the mortal people born in Black Iron raise their hands in front of it?
Everyone looks dignified. Even Brando tightened his facial lines, silently licking his mouth, and his lips closed into a straight line.
“Dragon of Twilight has mastered the bloodline of the ancestors, and its goal is the ultimate secret of our world –”
“Do we still have time?”
Gerak’s lips were cracked, but his face looked a little light.
“That’s just right!” Instead, Fang Qi is a little bit excited. The genius of this ghost carlineage seems to be in a state of ecstasy. Fanaticism squats back and forth: “day after day, I have been tired of repeating the days. To be honest, I’m tired of the calculations between the family and Feng Huo, and they’ve been tired of it.”
Fang Qi waved his hand: “…and that’s what I want. About the mystery of jade and everything behind it, Miss Delphine, remember what I said to you?”
In his dark scorpion, he apparently beat a flame – looking at everyone, then looking at Brando: “If you can’t participate in it, it will be the biggest regret of our life, Brando, I believe in you, take us to create How is the miracle-“
Brando ignored the guy who was so mad, and only asked Gerak: “I want to hear your opinion.”
Jelac also set his sights on Brando.
“Going forward, or dying, but this is the only chance. We have some reasons to do it. On the blue waters of Anglia, the sunrise we see, and the sun in the sun. Everything underneath, and the sunrise we see today. It may be our last glimpse. The sunset is over, Vaunde is coming all night.”
“But the endless darkness is not the night, and the long night is the wait before the day comes,” Brando replied.
“Maybe, but it depends on you and me.”
Jelac coughed fiercely. It will clench his fists and press it on his chest.
“Mr. Gerak, that secret, right here?”
“Yes, it is the goal of Arkent, Flova and ‘we’ -“
“So, what is the ultimate seat?”
Gerak shook his head weakly.
“Nobody knows what it is, Mr. Brando, I don’t know, Arkent doesn’t know, Dragon of Twilight doesn’t know.”
“It might just be a Laws. It’s a kind of authority, it might just be a generation. Maybe only Mother Marsha can understand what it is… Master, no, Dragon of Twilight has spent countless hours before coming here, that secret. It was placed under the ruins of the past order, in the flow of old time…”
Brando was silent for a moment: “How strong is Arkent now?”
Jelac looked at him with a yellow-eyed scorpion, and there was no anxiety in his gaze, only the chill of steel.
Brando raises head. I already understood in my heart that he looked at the long corridor in the dark.
It is here, immersed in the silent darkness, as if it were a thousand years and a thousand years. It’s just a moment. It will lead to an unknown, speculative front, and the time after that may be long, perhaps short, but it is an eternal secret unknown.
At this moment, Brando suddenly recalled such a scene.
That wild white. Flame King said in his vows to humans, elf, dwarves, Silver Lineage and Colossal Dragons that his voice echoed in the wilderness, like a ghost of the ages, still standing in the spirit of the descendants:
We will take this step. After this step, it is the way to seek truth. It leads to victory or to death. We have no way of knowing, but we can make choices.
Go forward, or retreat?
Brando subconsciously looked at the Holy Sword Ordefeiss in his hand, the sorrowful sword edge flashed under the dark rays of light, and the rosy rays of light, every golden texture on the sword edge seemed to be flowing. .
Tell him the answer with a common voice.
Everyone’s gaze, this moment gathered on Brando, they saw this from Aouine’s young Count bowed, then again head.
He looked at the Dragon Race sitting by the walclass="underline" “Do you want to be tight?”
Gerak shook his head. “Mr. Brando,” he asked weakly: “I only have one last question. Can you tell me, how much do you think there is?”
“I don’t know,” Brando replied. “But I think there is still a chance.”
“still have a chance……”
Gerak smiled weakly: “Let me stay here, if I can still have a dream in the dark, maybe I can see Mystryl.”
“Jerac…” little dragoness clenched his paws.
“No, Aloz, go ahead, don’t waste Time.”
Little dragoness still wants to say anything more, but Brando holds her back and walks forward as she walks past Gerak. In the dark he felt Aloz instinctively struggled, but quickly turned his hand back and clasped his hand tightly.
Others passed silently through Gerak, and Brando turned around and saw Feng Huo put the sword on his chest and bowed to each other.
It is like a poem that blooms in the darkness. It is as quiet as a trickle.
……
Arkent looked at the giant door that flashed the metal rays of light – the door was engraved with the creation of Marsha, a ray of light rising from her hand, each beam drawn by countless relaxing lines, worn Through the clouds and the sea of fire, throughout the world, there is no end.
“It’s a mystery,” Arkent’s faint expression on his face: “Where is this?”
“This is the country of Marsha,” Gaia replied calmly. “Marsha placed the supreme authority of tiamat here before he fell into sleep. It takes a very high degree of authority to enter here. After the Azure era, there is no more. God races can be allowed to enter this place.”