Chapter 481

As a result, the vast sea of information, like a tsunami, came from it. Countless fragmentary memories flashed in front of the soldiers.

That's the memory of a saint.

At first, all things were empty, the abyss was dark, and in nothingness, there was the spirit of the saint walking in chaos, and Joshua's spirit moved forward with the spirit of the saint, exploring in the hazy.

The chaos is endless, but the light of stars shines, opening up the way to protect 13000 ancestors of all ethnic groups. I don't know how long later, the darkness dissipates, and the saint finally finds his own goal, a world just born.

The holy one has been trudging for a long time, but there is no pause. She puts her hand on the chest of her robe, and then takes it down. Like the sea overturning, runes gush out of the robe, forming a large net that can cover the whole world. This net is composed of countless levels of sacred runes, releasing the light that will light everything up. It urges the birth of the world and makes the mainland prosperous, Mountains, oceans, sun and moon were formed in seven days, and so it was.

Joshua felt that the spirit of the saint was extremely tired, but also full of joy. A world was formed in his own hands, which was naturally worthy of joy. He vaguely heard the saint's murmur, which was a prayer for the future of all living beings.

In the fragmentary memory fragments, the soldier saw the subsequent actions of the Saint - in order to make the whole continent stable and avoid frequent earthquakes, she planted a plant seed like thing in the center of the continent named Grandia in later generations. The seed quickly took root, germinated, and then grew into a familiar character of the soldier.

The juveniles of the mountain climbing Titan ulbandini sleep and grow in the middle of the continent. Its lower body, driven by the power of the saint, forms the foundation of the whole continent, which makes the world become extremely stable and firm. At the same time of planting the Titan, the saint finds a shepherd's child in the surrounding plains, which may be fate or some kind of coincidence, The saint smiles at this clumsy boy, learning her heritage, and finally becoming her student. She calls him akhar, which is the name of the emperor who unified the whole continent.

That's the name of the old knight.

Time flies, as if everything is just a dream.

A thousand years later, the emperor of the Ulan Empire and six marshals of the magic guide stood in the central square of their capital city. There were seven high platforms on the square. On each platform were coffins or some ancient weapons and armor. All the people in the whole city stood everywhere in a special order, forming a huge array, Along with the chanting of Su Sheng's mantra and the gathering of endless soul marks, an ancient hero wakes up from the long history.

All the pictures end with the awakening of people in the most luxurious and the oldest coffin. Countless stars gather together, which makes the ancient emperor open his eyes.

And the cold fog of darkness and stillness also covered everything.

Joshua looked at all this, no matter the sudden darkness or the cold breath of death could not make him a little surprised.

Because he already knew the truth.

"Sages..."

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

He understood that all doubts and unknowns were solved in the memory fragments left by the star saint, whether it was the resistance attitude of dragon wing girl, the relief when Aerman died, or the old knight, that is, the truth in akhal Aliyev's heart.

The war with the evil god - betrayer - sinner - punishment of the sage - the prayer of the star sage, and the final disposal.

Thirteen thousand criminals were exiled to this newborn world. They were imprisoned here. They could not be freed from life or death. Because of the special steel power of the Galatia world, the souls of all living beings have been branded for thousands of years. Endless souls, like mature ears, hang between heaven and earth, and these souls are waiting for the final judgment.

The anger of the sage never goes out, and his punishment is only delayed for a thousand years. At the end of everything, the shadow of death and the end of the natural disaster, everything will return to the void and chaos. Only the 13000 brave people who fight to the end can be forgiven, and the rest of the souls will turn into the original fire with the destruction of a world, It was used to continue the long dead continent of mirov.

What a delicate plan, worthy of the saints.

Holding the light ball, holding the light ball that was gradually heating and seemed to be about to start burning, Joshua felt as if someone was telling in his ear.

Choose.

Choice.

With the destruction of a world and the rebirth of a century, hundreds of millions of souls are held in your hands. You are the existence that controls the destiny of the two worlds.This is not an auditory hallucination, but someone said that the soldier looked up and saw the hazy shadow of the star Saint standing in front of him. In the quiet darkness and chaos, the phantom of the saint Cynthia Morningstar gave him a smile, and then said in a calm voice: "gather the soul of this world and the initial fire, and let the continent of mirov continue, That's my mission. "

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

The spirit, who is with the heaven and earth, whispers in a voice full of compassion and says, "if you can't choose, let me do it."

"I pray to my teachers and lead them to this world. I let them multiply and create the civilization of the continent of grantia. So if you can't make a decision, let me give them an end and let everything go."

In the distance, in the land of mirov, the holy mountain of the distant sea, the old Pope Iger and the Dragon winged maiden sylya raised their heads at the same time. The scepter, robe and jewels were shining together to illuminate the whole temple of stars, but they seemed to turn a blind eye to the void outside the world. In the northern imperial capital, the golden swordsman with double swords also subconsciously grasped the handle of the sword. He felt that his familiar sword began to heat up. It seemed that something was resonating with it in the far distance.

At the same time, a huge shadow of Dharma array suddenly appeared in the whole Galatia world. The Holy Light floated for a moment and seemed to engulf the whole world, but then it stopped immediately, as if time had frozen here.

And time, indeed, has solidified.

The whole world is shrouded in darkness.

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

In the four holy cities, the soldiers who were fighting in the endless battle of the dead suddenly found that their enemies were all turned into ashes and disappeared in a flash, but no one, including the four City masters, had time to sigh, because the next moment, the solidification time would make everything pause in this scene.

In the middle of the continent, the giant Titan moved his head. As a son of God, the giant could support one more second, but this second only made it sigh.

In the dark capital of gaitar plateau, only within the light of the small fire held by the soldiers can the wind continue to flow, the sound continue to pass, and time continue to pass.

Flame burning, the initial fire representing the whole world, has come here, which means that the time outside will also stop. Because the light of existence disappears, everything collapses into the invisible void, making the unknown chaos dominate everything.

And then Joshua spoke.

"No more." He said, "let me do it."

Looking at the puzzled elf woman in front of him, he paid countless costs in the battle with the evil god, and finally successfully ushered in the hero of victory. A smile appeared on the soldier's solemn face. Although the smile was stiff due to his inexperience, it was sincere. Joshua whispered: "you are a hero, saving the existence of the whole world, One hundred thousand three thousand sinners survived because of your prayers, and even multiplied civilization. "

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

"Let me be the living."

The spirit phantom was slightly stunned. She seemed surprised and relieved, but she still shook her head and asked, "can you carry it?"

And the man who knows the future of the world, without hesitation, asks: "who else in the world can bear it except me?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the soldier, Joshua, firmly grasped the flame in his hand, and the phantom of the spirit Saint smiling disappeared like a dream.

Fire warm, as if pregnant with everything.

There is no pity and indifference, no sorrow and despair, the light of existence is so pure, the soldier holds it, as if holding all living things, in this warm light, he seems to become a greater existence.

Holding the initial fire, Joshua, you see.

In front of him is the foundation of the world.

In front of him are the gravel and dust that make up the earth.

In front of him is a more tiny and basic existence.

The spread of dead darkness is the force that forms the origin of all things in the world. The polluted "steel" is crying in the most microcosmic corner.

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

Soldier, see, the world named Grandia is dying out, just like the campfire lost firewood, the furnace lost coal, the rapid extinction, the division of light and dark, the boundary between death and life, the boundary between cold and warm, everything falls into the ambiguous chaos, the nonexistent void.The fire goes out, but it starts again.

The soldier witnessed all this, and the light of the fire flickered in his hands, warm and incomparable, as if it could illuminate the dead and silent creatures.

Joshua took a deep breath. He lifted the seemingly weak 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 hand, and tames the reins of end and rebirth.

Joshua, can hear, there is a deep voice reverberating in the dark, it belongs to all living beings, belongs to all things, belongs to the will of the world, it is pleading, it is wailing, it is telling its own pain and despair.

The world is praying for salvation.

"No

But the man in power said so coldly: "I refuse."

So all things perish, and all things perish