Chapter 474

"Sages? The cage? "

After hearing these two seemingly unrelated words, the old Pope could not help sighing. His face suddenly became very serious. He said to the girl in a very serious and heavy tone: "although it's a bit abrupt, can you tell me your name?"

"Me? My name is sylya faragny

Some unknown longyi girls blinked and simply said their names: "I am Suimu surname, because my father is a dragon descendant, he has no surname, only his name."

"Farragni."

The old Pope nodded slightly. After a pause, he seemed to be thinking about the history behind the surname farragni. Then, Iger asked slowly, "excuse me, miss sylya faragny, what do you see in the saint's dreamland?"

"Please don't hide anything," he said

"I see..."

The voice of the old Pope seemed to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. For some reason, she could not refuse, so she subconsciously began to tell what she had seen in the saints' dreamland before.

What she saw, a lot, a lot.

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

The sky is covered by the smoke of Mars, and the sun is dim by the light of hot lava on the earth. Forests are burned to ashes, streams are evaporated by flames, hills and grasslands are blackened, and cities of all nationalities are turned into flying ashes.

In the gray haze and dust storm, we can see seven huge transmission gates standing in the distance, from which the red light is projected, like seven dim suns.

But the sun goes out one by one, the Holy Light pierces the haze, the huge sword made by Rune cuts the mountain peak, the huge axe and the huge hammer break the ferocious claws, hammer all the blockers into flesh and blood residues, after the portal, the blood red sky and red lava lake with the continuous black iron fortress, with the whole land crashing apart, As an island floating in the void, the sky breaks a big hole, just like the whole world is broken by some great force, just like a broken eggshell.

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

"It was a war between sages and innumerable evils in the multiverse thousands of years ago... Sages and gods broke 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 were heroes who persisted in fighting. Even in the face of endless enemies, they never abandoned glory. There were also traitors who betrayed us in order to survive."

People kneeling on the ground aim at those who are still standing, stabbing the sword coming from behind. Their stunned faces fall to the ground with blood, and they are stepped into the dust by these humble people kneeling on the ground.

They open the gate of the city, destroy the unity of the defense line, take the initiative to meet the enemies who trample on their hometown, and face all the destroyers of prosperity and peace with a flattering smile.

"These are the ancestors of the gentian world."

Xierya closed her eyes. She said the truth she saw softly: "maybe it's coerced, or maybe it's a temporary compromise. These people have abandoned the right path and embarked on the journey of no return. They help tyranny, and even incarnate themselves as demons... After the sages and gods have ended all the chaos, they launched a final trial."

It was the final trial.

The broken sunset gradually ends, and the rebuke of the remaining gods reverberates in the sky full of miserable red clouds. The sages who love all the world also close their eyes and respond with indifferent faces to these traitors who cry and beg for forgiveness. Facing the demons and monsters who want to destroy the whole world, they do not choose to protect their home and glory with their lives, On the contrary, it is an unforgivable sin to point the sword at the former companion, which must be paid.

Traitors do not deserve to be forgiven, nor do they deserve to be redeemed. Even flowers and plants despise the dirty soul and refuse to carry their tears.

"The sages said that he would purify their souls with the purest holy light. Their souls are not worthy to enter the reincarnation of the souls in the world of mirov, to be associated with those brave souls."

The Dragon wing girl's narration is not over. She is still whispering, "but my ancestors, unable to bear it, put forward another plan of punishment."

It was an elf who was like the incarnation of stars. Her long green hair hung down like silk until she fell to the ground. The saint, who was holding a long bow and fighting in the front line of the evil god battlefield, begged the teacher's forgiveness. She said that the sinners should be punished, but their descendants had the chance to be born, grow up and make atonement for their ancestors.The sixth ranked star Saint said that it is not easy for the spirits of all living beings to be born, and such a rash destruction will only accelerate the extinction of the already fragile flame in the world of mirov.

She wants to exchange her merits for an opportunity, an opportunity for the traitor's children to atone, and an opportunity for many souls to exist in the world.

Facing his followers who knelt down and begged, the sage was silent for a long time. At this time, he thought of the land of mirov, which was on the verge of destruction, and 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 sage promised her."

Hearing this, the old Pope whispered to himself, "but why... To send a group of criminals to a whole new world and put them in captivity - it's too wasteful!"

The voice of the old man, with endless pity.

It was because he knew so much information that the old Pope knew how dangerous the continent of mirov was today.

Thousands of years ago, sages, paid by the rich evil spirits, burned the fire of order and maintained this already fragmented world. Tens of thousands of residents and dozens of races in the macrov continent lived in this world that could be broken at any time. Since sages have the ability to find the initial chaos that is about to form in the void and shape it into a viable order world, So why not move all the races there, instead place a group of sinners there, and arrange for a saint to guard the inheritance?

Thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in the world of grantia has exceeded hundreds of millions. If it was not for the natural disasters of the dead, it would be comparable to the world of mccrov. Even now, most of the people have died from the natural disasters of the dead, but the remaining population is nearly one million.

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

The old Pope closed his eyes and thought for a while. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the silent hilya.

"I know why."

He said faintly: "but, you still have a lot of things not to say."

"What is the truth of the punishment of sages?"

Eagle's voice contains a peculiar rhythm, which vibrates the spirit layer by layer. It can make the most stubborn criminals recite the truth. The old Pope does not like to use this method to know the truth, because it is a disrespect for other people's self-consciousness. But at this time, it is about the truth of the two worlds. He does not mind doing it, let alone doing it several times.

He is the Pope of the Church of seven gods, the shelter of all the innocent and the dependence of all the good. But this does not mean that he is the brilliant incarnation of perfect goodness without any stain.

He's Saint eagles. It's Mrs. McCullough's Pope, and it's just Mrs. McCullough's Pope.

So the words that shake the soul are spoken out peacefully.

"Tell the truth."

"I... this... - no! Sages... Ah ah ah

Even if there are sages in the body, they are also strong in the golden realm, but how can xierya's spirit be compared with a God walking in the world? Eagle's spirit wave easily over the Dragon wing girl's self will, so that the resistance of her mouth is extremely difficult, almost biting her teeth, bit by bit to tell the final truth.

"The punishment of sages... Is the whole world, and thousands of souls that have passed away..."

The truth she tried to conceal was hard for helya to spit out. Tears flowed from her eyes, but it was useless. Under the cold oppression of a legendary strong man, all her insistence was meaningless: "the world of grantia is about to be destroyed, Only one hundred thousand and three thousand, the same number of souls as those who came to the world of gentia at the beginning... Only these one hundred thousand and three thousand souls can be redeemed, and the rest will be destroyed, and will be raised together with the world... No! "

At this point, a firm light suddenly flashed in the eyes of longyi girl. She got rid of the spiritual repression of the old Pope in an instant, and sealed her soul cleanly, making her body collapse to the ground and unconscious.

The seal was so resolute that it was almost equivalent to death. In consternation, the old Pope had no time to stop the other party from committing suicide.

"Alas."

Iger coldly looked at the extremely uncooperative fourth inheritor, then his eyes softened and sighed.

Even if xierya didn't tell the final truth, he had already guessed the truth.

It was, indeed, very, very severe, worthy of punishment for the crimes of those who betrayed.

"No wonder you try your best to hide and resist the existence of our world of mirov... The soul of your parents is also in the ranks of being punished. No wonder...""I see. Why do we need four inheritors to know the mystery of the initial fire? Because as long as we find the fourth inheritor in the world of grantia, we can know the truth."

He said softly, and then with a wave of his hand, he laid the girl's body flat in a corner of the temple of stars. The legendary peak, the old Pope who can talk with the gods equally, walked slowly to the unfinished passage of time and space, and murmured to himself, "Joshua, you said you want to reverse all this, but do you know what you are going to face?"

"That's the punishment of the sages, and... The way to save the continent of mirov."

He looked down at the green pearl in his hand and gave a bitter smile: "the destruction of a world, and the rebirth of a world."

"How would you choose?"

The soldiers certainly don't know what's going on behind this.

At this time, he walked in the wilderness.

Joshua stepped forward. With each step, the earth vibrated again and again, which made the whole wilderness vibrate violently. With this vibration, countless souls were trapped in the brand of void, and then they were oppressed by the power of the soul burners. They were included in the power of his glory and the soul abyss that contained all soul fragments.

His existence is like a piece of rubber. All traces of painting in the world of Galatia will be erased by him. Step by step, he will liberate many souls from the bondage of heaven and earth, and then suppress them in his own soul.

Soldiers don't know nothing about everything. Aerman repeated several times. This is their fight with the living, words that have nothing to do with him, an outsider from a different world, and the act of the dead eating the living but not destroying everything. Instead, they wait until everything is near the end.

He can guess that there must be something hidden behind this. The sentient beings in the Grandia world may not be the seeds spread by sages at the beginning, but have another mission.

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

But what does it matter?

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

A soldier, holding his own weapon, has the strength to fulfill all his determination and the consciousness to carry all his actions.

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

And in the distance, where all the dead shadows were born, the emperor was gaitar.

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

So he lowered his head, looked around and said in a calm voice, "it's time."

Four pairs of burning eyes lit up on the obelisk.

"It's time to start."

Said the old knight.

Therefore, the melodious sound of the trumpet sounded. With the storm across the plateau and the wilderness, it swept across half the continent. The endless souls of the dead, like tides, were marching in the turbulent fog towards the last gathering place of the living and the four holy cities surrounding the tombs of the saints.

The last war begins here