Soul of Burning Steel

"Sage? A cage?"

After hearing these two seemingly unrelated words, the old pope couldn't help but sighed, his face suddenly became extremely serious, he spoke to the girl in an extremely serious and heavy tone: "Although it is a bit abrupt, can you tell me My name?"

"Me? My name is Hilya Farragni."

Some unidentified dragon wing girls blinked, and simply said their own name: "I am a mother-in-law surname, because my father is a dragon descendant. He has no surname, only a first name."

"Faragnai?"

The old pope nodded slightly. He paused for a while, as if he was thinking about the history behind the surname Farragni. Then Iger slowly asked: "Excuse me...Miss Hilya Farragni, you are in the sage’s What did you see in the illusion?"

He said word by word: "Please don't hide anything."

"I saw…"

The old pope's voice seemed to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. For some reason, Hilya, who could not refuse to speak, subconsciously began to tell what she had seen in the sage's fantasy world.

She saw many things, many things.

First of all, it is a world full of scorched earth.

The sky was obscured by the dust of flying Mars, and the light from the hot lava above the earth turned the sun into dim dots. The forest was burned to ashes, the stream was evaporated by flames, and the hills and grasslands were scorched and turned into ashes in the sky together with the cities of the various races.

In the gray haze and dust storm, seven huge portals can be seen standing in the distance, and red light is projected from them, like seven dim suns.

But the sun also went out one by one, the holy light pierced the haze, the giant sword made of runes slashed the mountain peaks, the giant axe and the giant hammer broke through the hideous claws, hammering all the obstructors into flesh and blood residues, After the portal, the blood-red sky and the red lava lake along with the endless black iron fortress, accompanied by the entire land bursting apart and becoming an island floating in the void, the sky pierced a big hole, like It was the whole world that was broken by some kind of mighty force, like a broken egg shell.

It was the end of the world, the ruins of everything, and what the girl saw was the scene after the war.

"That was a thousand years ago, the sages and the countless evil wars in the multiverse... The sages and the gods shattered several layers of abyss and ended everything."

The girl murmured: "In that war, countless cities were destroyed and people were displaced. In the blood and fire, there was a persistent struggle. Even in the face of endless enemies, heroes who never abandon their glory, but also have... to survive. , And betrayed our traitor."

The people kneeling on the ground pointed at those who were still standing, stabbing a sharp sword from behind, and their stupefied face fell to the ground with blood, and was stepped into the dust by these humble people who were kneeling on the ground.

They opened the gates of the city, undermined the unity of the defense line, took the initiative to welcome the enemies who trampled on their hometown, and faced all the destroyers of prosperity and peace with a pleased smile.

"These are the ancestors of Grantia's world."

Hilya closed her eyes, and she whispered the truth about what she had seen: "Perhaps it was being coerced, or it was a temporary compromise. These people have turned their backs on the right path and embarked on a journey of no return. Helping him to be a torture, even himself incarnate into a demon... After the sages and gods put an end to all the chaos, they began a final judgment."

That is indeed the final judgment.

The shattered sunset gradually came to an end, the anger of the remaining gods echoed in the high sky full of red clouds. The saints who loved all the world also closed their eyes and responded with indifferent faces to the traitors who were crying and begging for forgiveness. For the evil demons and monsters who want to destroy the entire world, they did not choose to protect their homeland and glory with their lives, but instead aimed their sharp sword at their former companions. This is an unforgivable sin and an evil deed that must be paid.

Traitors are not worthy of forgiveness or redemption. Even flowers and plants spurned this filthy soul and refused to bear their tears.

"The saints said that he will purify their souls with the purest light. Their souls are not worthy to enter the soul cycle of Mycroft's world and join the heroic souls who fought bravely."

The dragon wing girl's narration is not over, she still said softly: "But my ancestors couldn't bear it, and proposed another punishment plan."

It was an elf who looked like the incarnation of a star. Her long emerald hair was hanging down like silk and satin until it hit the ground. This saint who was holding a star-falling longbow and fighting **** battles on the front line of the Cthulhu battlefield begged the teacher for forgiveness. It is true that they should be punished, but their descendants have the opportunity to be born, grow, and make atonement for their ancestors.

The sixth-ranked celestial saint said that the birth of the spirits of all living beings is not easy, and such a frivolous destruction only accelerated the extinguishment of the fragile flames of the Mycroft world.

She wanted to exchange her merits for an opportunity, an opportunity for these traitors' children to atone for their sins, so that the many souls that have not yet been born in the future have the opportunity to exist in the world.

Facing his followers who knelt on the ground and bowed their heads in pleading, the sage remained silent for a long time. At this time, he thought of the lands of Mycroft, which was on the verge of destruction, and thought of how to continue his hometown. This method made him hesitate for a long time. , But in the end, he made a decision and nodded slowly.

"The saint promised her."

Hearing this, the old pope whispered to himself: "But why... send a group of criminals to a whole new world, and then imprison them as a cage-this is too wasteful!"

There is endless pity in the old man's voice.

It is precisely because he knew a lot of information that the old pope knew how dangerous the Mycroft continent is today.

Thousands of years ago, the sages used the fertility evil gods as their salaries and burned the fire of order to maintain this already torn apart world. Tens of thousands of residents and dozens of races of Mykrov Continent lived in this world that could be broken at any time. Since the saints have the ability to find the initial chaos that is about to form in the void and shape it into a survivable world of order, why not move all races there, but instead place a group of sinners there and arrange for a supporter The guardian of the saints with heritage?

After thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in Grantia’s world has surpassed hundreds of millions. If it weren’t for the undead natural disasters, it would be comparable to Mycroft’s world. Even though most of the deaths are now due to the undead natural disasters, there are nearly a million remaining population. number.

This is so wasteful that there must be a hidden secret behind it.

The old pope closed his eyes, thought for a while, then opened his eyes and stared at Silya who was silent.

"I know the reason for everything."

He said lightly: "But, you still have a lot to say."

"What is the truth of the sage's punishment?"

Iger’s voice contains a peculiar rhythm, fluctuating and vibrating the spirit, which can make the most stubborn criminals dictate the truth. The old pope does not like to use this method to learn the truth, because it is a disrespect for the self-consciousness of others. , But at this time it was about the truth of the two worlds, he didn't mind doing this, let alone doing it several times.

He is the pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, the shelter of all the innocents, and the support of all the good, but this does not mean that he is completely kind, a brilliant incarnation without the slightest blemish.

He is Saint Eagle. It's the pope of Mrs. Mike Rowe, and it's just the pope of Mrs. Mike Rowe.

Therefore, the words that shake the soul were quietly spoken by him.

"Tell the truth about everything."

"I...this...no! Sage...Ahhhhhhh!"

Even with the inheritance of sages and sages, he is also a strong man in the golden realm, but how can Silya's spirit be compared with a **** who walks in the world? Eagle's mental fluctuations easily overwhelmed the dragonwing girl's self-will, making her resisting her mouth with great difficulty, almost gritting her teeth, bit by bit, telling the final truth.

"The punishment of a sage... is a whole world, and thousands of souls... that have passed away..."

Hilya struggled to spit out the truth she tried to hide, tears in her eyes, but they were of no use. Under the indifferent oppression of a legendary powerhouse, all her persistence was meaningless: "Grantia The world is about to be destroyed. There are only one hundred and three thousand souls, the same number as the number of sinners who came to the world of Grantia... Only these one hundred and three thousand souls can be redeemed, and the rest will be destroyed, together with this world. Turn it into a raise...no!"

Speaking of this, a ray of firmness flashed in the eyes of the Dragon Wing Girl suddenly, she got rid of the spiritual suppression of the old pope in an instant, and sealed her soul neatly, causing her body to collapse to the ground. Unconscious.

This seal was so decisive that it was almost equivalent to death. In shock, the old pope had no time to stop the opponent's behavior similar to suicide and was succeeded.

"Ugh."

Eagle looked at the extremely uncooperative Fourth Inheritor coldly, then his eyes softened and he sighed.

Even if Hilya didn't tell the final truth, he already knew many secrets and guessed it.

It is indeed, very, very severe, worthy of the punishment for the crimes of those betrayers.

"It's no wonder that you try to hide it, and so resist the existence of our Mycroft world... Your parents' souls are also in the ranks of being punished, no wonder..."

"That's the case, why do you need the four great inheritances to learn the mystery of the original fire... because as long as you find the fourth one, that is, the inheritor in the world of Grantia, you can learn the truth."

He said softly, and then with a wave of his hand, he placed the girl's body flat in a corner of the Star Temple. The legendary pinnacle, the old pope who could talk to the gods on an equal footing, slowly walked to the time and space channel that had not yet been constructed. , Muttered to himself: "Joshua, you said you want to reverse all this, but do you know what you are going to face?"

"That is the punishment set by the sage, and... the way to save the Mycroft continent."

He looked down at the Azure Orb in his hand and let out a wry smile: "The destruction of a world, and the rebirth of a world."

"How would you choose?"

Of course, the soldiers didn't know what happened behind the scenes.

At this time, he is walking in the wilderness.

Qiao Xiuya stepped forward, every time he took a step, the earth shook once, and stepped again and again, causing the entire wilderness to vibrate violently, and with this vibration, countless souls were trapped in the void and their marks were burned. The power of the person oppresses out, belongs to the power of his glory, the soul abyss that accommodates all the soul fragments.

His existence is like an eraser. All traces of UU reading www.uukanshu.com paintings in the world of Grantia will be erased by him. He walks step by step and removes many dead souls from this one step by step. Liberated from the shackles of heaven and earth, and then suppressed in his own soul.

The warrior is not ignorant of everything, Arman repeated several times, this is their battle with the living, the words that have nothing to do with him, an outsider from another world, and the undead counteracting the living, but they have not destroyed everything. , But the act of waiting until everything is about to end.

He could guess that there must be something hidden behind this. The sentient beings in the world of Grantia may not necessarily be the seeds that the sages sown at the beginning, but the existence of another kind of mission.

And this kind of mission may not contain the slightest kind of goodwill, but it has endless cruelty and indifference.

But what does it matter?

Joshua's eyes were firm. He holds a weapon in his hand.

A warrior, holding his own weapon, has the power to fulfill all his determinations, and has the consciousness to bear all his actions.

Then no one can stop his steps, his will and progress.

And in the distance, where all the dead shadows were born, the capital of Getar.

An old knight looked at the dark clouds surging in the sky and seemed to have some enlightenment.

So he lowered his head, looked around, and said in a calm tone: "The time has come."

Four pairs of eyes burning with soul fire lit up on the obelisk.

"It's time to start."

Said the old knight.

As a result, the melodious horn sounded, as the storm across the plateau and the wilderness swept across half of the continent, endless dead souls, like a tide, in the turbulent fog, toward the final gathering place of the living, surrounding the four of the tomb of the saint. The Great Sacred City advances.

The final war begins here.

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