Vol 6 Chapter 538

The world behind the light gate is actually a world of water.

The calm water like a mirror looks like a shallow sea. The surface of the sea is reflected by the starry sky, a meteor is passing through the distant horizon, and shallow clouds, like a mountain, are outlined above the horizon.

Brando's toes gently stepped on the surface of the water, ripples rippled above the mirror.

That is the place of all births. Light travels on the surface of the water, and the spirit is born from the water.

He looked up, the back of the distant girl, and raised his head motionlessly, staring at the bright starry sky.

"You came later than I thought ..."

She turned slowly, her bright, dark eyes staring at Brando, and she spoke softly.

Between them is a throne--

It is blue like the sea, allowing stars to compose poems on it, and it is pure and flawless, like the crown of Martha.

...

Above Karasu's plateau, the sunset is slowly sinking above the horizon.

Everyone looked up at the night that Vond was destined to be extraordinary; half of the sky seemed to be burning with golden flames, layer upon layer of clouds, reflecting the fiery light, the burning meteor, a little bit The horizon.

And the other half of the sky, the stars are rising, those magnificent, bright and magnificent constellations, one by one exposed on the light purple sky. The stars are changing with each other's light. On the shallow and deep night, a constellation of a king is gradually appearing in people's vision.

——It's a wonderful scene since countless times.

The clouds and stars in the night sky change with each other, forming a towering mountain.

A dragon across the sky and the king above the mountain looked at each other.

In everyone's eyes, at this moment, there are reflections of such stars and dreams, flames and death, that is the most magnificent scene written on the poems of Cang, the dragon of dusk, at this moment with tiamat The laws of nature are united.

And a voice rang through the sky at that moment:

"You came later than I thought, Brando ..."

"But it's all over," said Roman softly, and as she stretched out her palm, there was a pure and flawless light in her white palms; the light flowed slowly, like a silent poem, describing several times Since the story.

It has many names in countless myths.

Poem of Cang.

Black Prophecy.

Martha's authority, and--

The final throne.

Roman stared at the bright light and said, "Look, this is all your dependence, the final throne-and it now belongs to me."

She raised her head, admiring the magnificent starry sky, her eyes reflected with the dazzling rays of light, as if fascinated by it: "I will witness with your own eyes the world is going to perish in the flames. Such a magnificent starry sky will eventually dissipate a little bit In the endless darkness, when the stars go out one by one, the universe will usher in eternal silence. "

"Don't you think it's beautiful, Brando?" She smiled softly: "Because the truth is always beautiful, do you remember the stars we saw together on Butcher's summer night, although they are very sorry, they It's going to die eventually— "

Brando looked at her silently.

For a moment, he really saw the shadow of the merchant lady on the other side.

Unfortunately, shadows are shadows.

He sighed.

Roman turned back to look at him: "Why sigh, are you sorry for all this?"

Brando shook his head.

"I sigh, but those time that are gone forever, lingering in my heart, always make me not forget those good things that passed away."

"But the dead are, after all, dead."

...

"Lost, after all, gone--"

Antitina looked up in a snow-covered jungle, listening to the familiar, gentle voice. It sounded slowly in the sky, it seemed to tell an ancient story.

In that story, she was a princess in a fairy tale, and her prince opened the narrow, warm doorway for her.

That was her palpitation.

I do not know when, the staff member covered her mouth, tears rolled down, and sprinkled on the white snowflakes.

Brando slowly raised his head, looked at Roman's eyes, and said quietly:

"I just want to tell you one thing, the Twilight Dragon."

"you are wrong--"

He reached out his hand.

In the darkness, two extended golden lines appeared in his hand, and the lines outlined each other in the shape of a holy sword.

Holy Sword Odysseus, a little reflection on the water.

...

In the night sky it seems that bright stars are rising.

On every piece of land above the land of Warnde, people stared at it.

Seven holy swords shine above the night sky.

Odysseus, that was the flame of resistance.

Xin Na, the glory of wisdom.

Dispensation, selfless justice.

Verdant, natural life.

The sky, unrestrained freedom.

Harangia, the silent guardian.

Mysore, pure faith.

The seven rays disappeared one by one. But the seven rising stars have become one with each other, and under the attention of people, they have become a new constellation.

After many years, people can still remember the night, the constellation shining above the night sky.

It was a bright sword--

It has a name.

Called fate.

...

Brando was holding the sword, standing on the reflection of the shallow sea, shining on the blade, water and fire, wind and ground, life and light and darkness, seven holy swords, one by one, disappeared behind him, They merged into one, turning into such a flawless blade with golden light.

It shines like China, like a golden crystal.

And in the crystal, the fate of this world.

Romance froze. She clearly felt an ominous threat from the sword, and whispered, "What's that ...?"

She was a little stunned: "Why did I feel the power of the Throne of Throne from that sword? But this is impossible ... in tiamat's law, there cannot be two identical permissions!"

But Brando only glanced silently at the Twilight Dragon.

"This is amber." He replied softly, as if the soft voice described all the legends of the sword.

"amber?"

The Dragon of Dusk frowned baffledly.

But Brando raised the sword in his hand. The transparent sword body seemed to contain some invisible power. His focused eyes stood opposite the Dragon of Dusk across the throne, but there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between the two.

"See? The path in this sword is like the fate of a mortal--"

"Because of amber, it is a container for time and history."

"When fate is placed in it, everything is fixed here."

Brando lifted up and answered her seriously: "Tiamat's law does not have exactly the same two powers, but the crown in your hand is power; the crown in my hand is responsibility."

The Dragon of Twilight finally felt that nothing was wrong.

She stepped back and asked, "What's the difference?"

Brando laughed, as if in the wars of countless times, the side of the order had never been as close to the dawn of victory as at this moment. He gently answered the fact:

"The meaning of amber's existence is not in charge of everything. There is a power, it is not the supreme king, but it puts power in the hands of every mortal-amber is 桎梏. The meaning of 桎梏 's existence, It's that it can be broken by people. "

That was the stingy and powerful answer, ringing above the clouds at this moment.

In the mountains of Alkash, the little princess from Jiufeng bowed her head silently, staring at the gloves in her hands and listening to the words of her teacher. That was a promise, but it was also a declaration--

"Don't you understand, Dragon of Twilight," Brando's voice seemed with a touch of pride, "If from this moment there is no longer a rule of tiamat in this world, guess what will happen? "

What will happen?

At that moment on the Babel fortress, the head of the women's army suddenly burst into tears. The young man in the memory of the ring of wind became clear and blurred at this moment. The distance of time was so distant.

And Faina, already crying.

Mephiste, on the side, patted the two shoulders silently.

Under the bright sky, Brando raised his sword gently.

He whispered softly: "Master Martha, I wear a crown and bear its weight-holding a holy sword and vowing to cut off all these chains; and the cycle of history will end at this moment, I promise you to do Everything you've got is here now. "

Above the plateau, the sky seems to have changed.

Above the stars, at the peak of the mountains, a king stood up and slowly took a crown from the clouds.

That is the promise of good intentions, the authority of the Most High.

From Karasu to Tonigel, from the Four Realms to the Cloak Bay, from Baishan to the Great Plains, people looked up at the sky and actually kneeled down one by one-on the sky full of stars, as if traversing the sky The River of Starlight, the King of Ende, is fulfilling his promise.

Miss Riel stared at the starry sky out of the window.

In the hall of the tree, Haruze looked at the crown in his hand, and the tears dripped on Eruin's gem.

Brando's voice finally revealed a sense of relief.

"Twilight," he looked up and smiled slightly. "Are you ready?"

"No!" Roman screamed, and she finally realized what Brando was going to do, shouting in panic: "No, you can't kill me, you need to understand that my body is not here, you can't kill more Just one consciousness of me! "

But Brando shook his head: "How can you destroy this world without being united with tiamat's laws? Why the dragon of twilight, why deceive yourself, and the moment you get the throne of ultimate death, you are tiamat."

"You—" Miss Merchant finally panicked: "You have been waiting for this moment when I got the Throne of Throne, you already knew the result, right?"

Brando nodded silently.

"No!" Roman screamed: "The moment you put on this crown, you are also tiamat, and ending this chain completely is tantamount to suicide! Don't you understand that you will die yourself!"

But Brando just looked at her unmoved.

At that moment, Roman suddenly realized something, and her face showed a shaken look: "Well, I admit you won ... Let me leave this place, and I promise to give you another era-everyone will live Come down, yourself, your family, friends, and even everything above this world! "

She shouted almost hysterically: "Isn't that enough?"

Brando shook his head.

"No!" Miss Merchant felt like she was going crazy, and she screamed, "And myself, I always have a part of romance, don't you? You even want to kill her !?"

Brando's eyes were soft, but there was a gleam of light in his tears.

"Sorry, Roman."

He whispered, "I don't want part of you, but all of it."

With gentle words--

The King of Warnde held up the holy sword in his hand resolutely, and he stepped forward, cutting his sword to the throne in the center of the shallow sea. That sword will be the brightest sword in the world, because it is not just the fate of this world.

In the void.

It seemed that everything was fragmented.

...

Looking up at the sky in vain.

In the layers of clouds, a king is shining with the wings of light.

He gently put the crown on top of his head, and slowly sat down on the throne. He looked at the land with such majesty, and his knights seemed to be working for him on such a vast land. Expansion of territory.

And his gaze had already been distant to a farther place. In the distant sky, between the clouds was like a holy voice, singing softly and singing, a gentle voice was speaking to him.

I give you the wings of light, and one day I will be proud of you.

my child.

The burning clouds faded away.

The silver network was flashing and collapsing over the entire Wayne.

The wizards suddenly surrounded their magic circle and mysterious runes, and they gradually lost their magical ability.

The power of the elements has faded layer by layer, the line of the law no longer flashes to the world, and the world constructed by the elements has now become a real cornerstone.

The evening breeze was blowing gently over the plateau, and the evening glow was fading away. Turaman suddenly raised his hand, and a bright mouth above his wrist was slowly flowing red blood.

An era is over.

The golden eyes in the sky are slowly closing, a world mourns, and resounds the whole earth; dusk falls, just like its advent, the war since the seven eras came to an end at the moment.

Looking ahead, the clusters and energy clan are falling piece by piece on Warnder's field.

The tall lord of crystal clusters suddenly collapsed and turned into crumbs and died with the wind.

The sobbing cry spread all over the plateau.

Behind Bai Yi, Nimeixisi fell to her knees on the ground. Sister Xue touched her cheek, but she didn't know when she was still crying.

On the battlefield.

Freya watched everything quietly, but her eyes were full of tranquility. Beside her, Eruin's silver lily flag fluttered gently in the wind of the plateau.

It was just tears that fell into the dust.

She looked up.

Seen as if it was that starry summer night, a galactic galaxy ran across the Butch mountains--

Little Phoenix was still with her that day and said to her:

"Sister head, did you hear that voice?"

That may be the beginning of everything.

...

In the darkness is a long time.

"Sophie?"

A somewhat strange voice came from behind Brando, and Brando turned away suddenly, but saw several knights in the shirts of the Knights of Grey Hughes approaching him and patted him Shoulder: "What are you still doing, the undead is coming?"

"Undead?"

Brando froze.

He looked up, and in front of him were the mountains of Alkash, and the banner of the mountain was the countless Knights of Faenzan. The Cavaliers are in the final preparations, and teams walk out of the fortifications, forming a line in the open valley.

The knights walked past him one by one.

Suddenly he remembered the name of one of the knights.

But the light and shadow in front of me suddenly staggered.

Then turned into the flames of the sky.

A blood-covered player hurried to him and yelled at him, "Go away, Madara has already attacked!"

In the pervasive smoke, the silver lily flag of Eruin was slowly falling.

When you look at it, the palace palace and the city are ashes in the flames.

Somehow, Brando was in tears.

But the sight has changed once again.

He let himself stand on a vast battlefield, and looked around, all the burning embers and the remains. The remains of the chariots and tanks were burning, scattered across the open plain.

Above his head, countless aircraft were whistling and flying away.

In the sky, there is a dragon covering the sky and the huge golden eyes, watching the ground indifferently.

Countless soldiers were passing by with him, as if they had not seen his existence, and they screamed and charged towards a distance.

Then all the light disappeared.

The world seemed to return to darkness.

In the endless darkness, he heard a gentle voice come.

"This is the last hope, I hope you cherish-"

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(Ps: After this chapter, there should be another chapter at the end, and the last chapter needs to be revised. It is estimated that it will take an hour to send it out. It will give you a happy ending. After all, I said no. Will write a tragedy. After the book is over, I should write a postscript of amber, but I do n’t know if it will be sent today or tomorrow ~ In addition, I wish here a happy New Year, six years of company, infinitely appreciated.)