Soul of Burning Steel

Thus-the majestic information, like a mountain whistling a tsunami, came from it, and countless fragments of memory fragments with a fiery feeling flashed in front of the soldiers' eyes.

That is the memory of a saint.

At first, everything was empty, the abyss was dark, and in nothingness, the spirit of the saint walked in the chaos, and the spirit of Joshua followed the spirit of the saint to explore in the hazy.

The chaos is endless, but there is the light of stars shining, opening a way forward, sheltering 103,000 ancestors of all races, but after not knowing how long the darkness dissipated, the saint finally found his goal, a world that has just been born. .

The saint has traveled for a long time without stopping. She put her hand on the chest of the robe on her body, and then took it off. The runes, like the overturning of the ocean, gush out from the robe, forming a sheet that is large enough to cover the entire robe. The big net, which is composed of countless and large numbers of sacred runes, releases the light that illuminates everything. It spurs the birth of the world and makes the continents, mountains, oceans, and sun and moon take shape within seven days. That's it.

Joshua felt that the spirit of the saint was extremely exhausted, but also full of joy. A world was formed in his own hands, which was naturally worthy of joy. He vaguely heard the mumbling of the saint, which was a blessing to all beings. Prayer for the future.

Among the fragmented memory fragments, the warrior saw the follow-up actions of the saint-in order to stabilize the entire continent without frequent earthquakes, she planted something like a plant seed in later generations and named it Ge At the center of Landia's continent, this kind of seed quickly took root, sprouted, and then grew into a figure familiar to the warrior.

The larva of Chongshan Titan Urbanis sleeping and growing in the center of the continent. Its lower body, driven by the power of the sage, constitutes the foundation of the entire continent, making the resulting world extremely stable and firm. While planting the Titan, the saint found a child shepherd in the surrounding plains. It was probably fate or some coincidence. The saint smiled and watched the somewhat clumsy boy learning her inheritance. Finally Becoming her student, she called him Akhal, which is the name of the emperor who unified the entire continent.

That is the name of the old knight.

Time flies, as if everything is just a dream.

Thousands of years later, the emperor of the Ulan Empire and the six magical marshals stood in the central square of their capital. There are seven high platforms on this square. On each high platform, there are coffins or some ancient weapons and armors. The whole city Everyone in's stood everywhere in a special order, forming a huge formation, and accompanied by the singing of the Susheng curse that gathered the power of millions of people, the gathering of endless soul imprints, each ancient Hero, awakened from the long river of history.

All the pictures ended with the awakening of the people in the most luxurious and oldest coffin, and the gathering of countless stars-like points of light made the ancient emperor open his eyes.

And the cold fog of darkness and silence also concealed everything.

Joshua looked at all this, neither the sudden darkness nor the cold death breath could surprise him at all.

Because he already knows the truth of everything.

"Sage..."

Taking a deep breath, the soldier looked at the dim light ball in his hand with complicated eyes.

He understood that all doubts and unknowns were answered in the memory fragments left by this star saint, whether it was the resistance of the dragon wing girl, the relief at the time of Arman's death, or the old knight-that is It is the truth carried in Akhal Aliyev's heart, and he already knows everything.

War with Cthulhu-the betrayer-the sinner-the punishment of the sage-the prayer of the sage of the stars, and the final disposition.

One hundred and three thousand sinners were banished to this nascent world, and they were imprisoned here, neither life nor death can be liberated, because of the special steel power of the Grantia world, the souls of sentient beings have been branded for thousands of years. , Endless souls are like mature ears of corn, hanging between the sky and the earth, and these souls are waiting for the final judgment.

The sage’s anger has never been extinguished, and his punishment has only been postponed for a thousand years. At the end of everything, when the dead shadow and natural disasters are over, everything will return to the void and chaos. Only 103,000 brave people who fought to the end can Be forgiven, and the rest of the soul will be transformed into the fire of the original time with the destruction of a world, and used to continue the long-dead Mykrov continent.

What a fine plan, worthy of a sage.

Holding the light ball in his hand, holding the light ball that is gradually heating up and seems to be about to burn, Joshua felt that someone was talking in his ears.

Make a choice.

Choice.

The destruction of one world, and the rebirth of a century, with hundreds of millions of souls held in your hands, you are the existence that masters the destiny of the two worlds.

This is not an auditory hallucination, but someone did say so. The warrior looked up, and the hazy shadow of the sage of the stars was standing in front of him. In the quiet darkness and chaos, the phantom of the sage Cynthia Morningstar smiled at him slightly. , And then said in an extremely calm tone: "Collect the soul and initial fire of this world, so that the Mycroft continent can continue. This is my mission."

"The inheritor of sages after a thousand years, my partner."

The elf who was with this piece of heaven and earth whispered in a voice full of compassion: "If you can't choose, then let me come."

"It was I who prayed to the teacher and led them into this world. It was I who allowed them to thrive and create the civilization of Grantia. So, if you can't make a decision, then let me give them an end and let everything return to Perish."

In the distance, the Mycroft Continent, the sacred mountain of the distant sea, the old Pope Igor and the dragon-wing girl Sylya raised their heads at the same time, the scepter, the robe and the orb all bloomed, illuminating the entire star temple, but they seemed to turn a blind eye. Gaze at the void outside the world. In the northern imperial capital, the blond swordsman wearing double swords also subconsciously grasped the hilt. He felt that his familiar saber began to heat up, and it seemed that some existence was resonating with it from far away.

At the same time, a huge magic circle phantom suddenly appeared in the entire Grantia world. The holy light floated for a moment, as if it was about to engulf the world, but it immediately stopped, as if time was frozen in it.

And time has indeed frozen.

The whole world is shrouded in darkness.

In the silent silence, the light ball held by Joshua began to burn quietly.

In the four holy cities, the soldiers who were fighting endlessly undead suddenly discovered that their enemies were all turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant, but no one, including the four city owners, had time to sigh. In an instant, the frozen time paused everything in this scene.

In the center of the continent, the giant Titan moved his head, and the giant as a child of God could hold it for an extra second, but this second only made it sigh.

In the capital city shrouded in darkness on the Gatar Plateau, only within the range illuminated by the small flames held by the soldiers can the wind continue to flow, the sound can continue to pass, and the time will continue to pass.

The flame is burning, and the initial fire that represents the entire world has come here, which means that the outside time will also stop. Because the light of existence disappeared, everything collapsed into the unobservable void, letting the unknown chaos dominate everything.

At this time, Joshua spoke.

"No need." He said, "Let me come."

Staring at the puzzled elf woman in front of her, she paid countless prices in the battle against the evil god, and finally succeeded in welcoming the victorious hero. A smile appeared on the warrior’s solemn face, which was a bit stiff because of not being very skilled. , But extremely sincere, Joshua whispered: "You are a hero, saving the existence of the entire world. One hundred and three thousand sinners survived because of your prayers, and even reproduced civilization."

"You are the creator of this world." He said calmly: "You should enjoy all the glory and praise. Why do you need to wipe out your own glory after death?"

"Let me come the living."

Elf Phantom was taken aback for a moment. She seemed a little surprised and relieved, but she still shook her head and questioned: "Can you carry it on your back?"

And the man who knew the future of this world asked without hesitation: "Apart from me, who else in this world can bear?"

Without any hesitation, the warrior, Joshua, tightly held the flame in his hand, and the smiling phantom of the elf saint disappeared like a dream.

The fire is warm, as if it is gestating everything.

It has nothing to do with compassion and indifference, sadness and despair. The light of existence is so pure. The soldier holds it, as if holding all living beings. Under the warm light, he seems to have become a bigger existence~www.novelmtl .com ~ Holding the initial fire, Joshua, see it.

Before his eyes, is the cornerstone of the world.

In front of his eyes are the gravel and dust that make up this earth.

Before his eyes, there is a smaller and more basic existence.

The silent darkness spreads, that is the origin of all things in this world, and the polluted ‘steel’ wailes in the most microscopic corners.

The dim shimmering light flashes, that is the energy pulse that runs through the entire world, and the souls of all the dead follow the wave of life to circulate endlessly in this vein, until the end of everything.

Soldier, see, the world named Grantia is dying out, just like the bonfire loses the fuelwood, the furnace loses the coal, the rapid extinguishment, the division of light and darkness, the boundary between death and life, cold and warm Realm, everything has fallen into the ambiguous chaos, the void of nonexistence.

The fire went out, but it rekindled.

The warrior witnessed all this, and the light of the flame flickered in his hands, and it was so warm that it seemed to illuminate the dead beings.

Qiao Xiu took a deep breath. He lifted the seemingly faint flame in his hand to the deep darkness. The arm that could easily lift the mountain was extremely slow, as if carrying the weight of a world.

He holds the power of salvation and destruction in his hands, tame the reins of end and rebirth.

Joshua, I can hear, a low voice echoing in the darkness. It is the voice of sentient beings, of all things, of the will of this world. It is pleading, it is wailing, it is telling its own pain and despair.

The world is praying for salvation.

"Do not."

But the man with authority said indifferently: "I refuse."

So everything decayed, and everything fell into silence.

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