Vol 6 Chapter 317

He even saw someone. △

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase, and was walking towards him. For a moment, Brando almost raised his hand to say hello to the other--

Everything is like the past.

That was his teacher, who occupied a very important part of his memory in his teenage years. He even remembered that the other party had a daughter—a little lively girl.

But how many years ago was that memory?

ten years?

Twenty years?

Brando stared at the other side in surprise.

Then everything vanished.

"Master Martha, this is ..." Brando felt a little hoarse in his voice.

"My child," Martha's soft voice echoed: "Everyone has their own past, and we are the same-the people of God, once came from such a world-that world is destroyed in the flames of war, and The only remaining people are called the first generation. They are the ancestors, or Matatanians, the travelers, who traveled through the world with everything from the past, until they came this world……"

"That is the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of the ancestors, we built everything. I created this world and called it Warnde."

"However, the civilization and order we brought from the past world are so incompatible with this brand new world. When the old and new order conflict, the hostility of this world, dusk, wakes up from the chaos. Come here. "

"... that eternal war has begun."

Although Brando was not the first to hear about this history, Martha's personal description made him yearn for that epic history: the inheritance of civilization between the two worlds. The ancestors of the Travelling Mage used their almost great power to create such a miracle.

Then, there is everything that people see in this age.

But Martha's tone was not exaggerated, and she did not seem to be proud and proud of it: "My child, from the beginning of that ancient war to this day. It is destined that we will fight against the will of this world, Therefore, we have failed in almost every war. "

"... In order to save myself, I left 'Amber', the sword of destiny, in the supreme authority of tiamat as the last resort to restart the world-and in the five wars since then, almost Every time, we survive through it. "

"Amber?" Brando was puzzled. "Isn't that the throne of death?"

He looked up and suddenly found it. At some point, the mother of all things had already appeared to him.

There was a sacred smile on Martha's face, and she looked at him without answering the question directly.

"Do you understand the meaning of the throne, my child--"

Brando was a little at a loss.

Martha smiled slightly before continuing: "My child, you must understand that in that eternal war. We are not immortal; but one day, the gods will die one by one. And what we guard Everything will come to that doomed end in that era. "

"Destined?" Brando frowned. "Master Martha, if everything is doomed, then what is the meaning of all these wars? You said that amber is the sword of mortals who dominate destiny, and it really allows us to dominate Your destiny? "

For the answer to this question, Martha also shook her head with a smile.

She only replied: "Our world. Destroyed and reborn again and again, but everything is not changed, child. Although the ending of each war goes back and forth, as if an inextricable death knot. But the bronze family is like this It was born-- "

"Bronze?"

"They are leaving us, my children, but that is a necessity," Martha's voice was calm and steady: "In the dark, rusty clockwork is returning to its place-because, from one From the beginning, they have pointed to a path to victory. "

"What?" Brando was slightly surprised. He had only heard of the Betrayal of the Bronze, but never heard of it.

As if Martha had long anticipated his surprise, she continued: "In that era, I saw such hope in the Bronze people. Perhaps there is such a path that will allow us to coexist with the will of this world. After all, our purpose is not to destroy everything, but to protect this new home ... "

Upon hearing this, Brando suddenly understood something: "So this is ..."

"Yes, this is the beginning of the mortal era. The mortals born of black iron were born-my child, this is the age you see."

Brando remained silent for a moment.

It was not until a few minutes had passed before he said again, "But the dragon of dusk has not weakened, but the gods and ancestors have left the world one by one. In our time, the power of mortals is So humble, where is our hope? "

"How can we defeat the Twilight Dragon?"

He looked up and looked at Martha's eyes, the deep silver eyes, full of praise.

Martha slowly walked to Brando's side, stretched out her hand, and placed it on his forehead-Brando could not feel the physical touch of her hands, but could feel a touch of warmth.

"You should understand, Brando, my child. The Twilight Dragon is not the will of the world itself. It only represents the hostility and destruction of the world. When the conflict between the old and the new order is unavoidable, it is born. . "

"So when it comes to an end, when the Dragon of Dusk dies, my child."

"End everything?"

Martha fell on him with silver eyes and looked at him quietly.

"The Twilight Dragon has learned in the wars of the four eras that it must take the supreme authority of the Tiamat rule-the sword of amber, before it can completely end it-our world."

"To this end, it does not hesitate to project its own onto Tiamat's network, descends into this world in the form of an entity, and occupies Miss Roman's body."

"Because it already knew the plans of the gods and people. Through the departure of the Bronze people, it stole the most important part from this plan. Through its clever arrangements, it made the results of the Sixth War go in the direction it expected Now, to this day, the moment comes-- "

Brando stared blankly at Martha.

Look at this mother of all things.

"You ..." he asked wryly, "... you already knew?"

Martha nodded silently.

"Because from the beginning, the people of God actually had two plans."

Brando opened his mouth slightly.

"Their first plan, called the Throne of the End, in this plan, the gods used the blood of the ancestors to create Miss Roman, and when Miss Roman grew up, she was able to use Amber Swords, restart our world and bring everything back to the beginning. And that era. It will be the beginning of the next war. "

"But this plan is actually just a cover up," Martha remarked surprisingly. "The real plan is actually the 'Wonder Plan', which is the curved plan. This plan is the beginning to end everything."

"That is……?"

"When the Dragon of Twilight descended into the laws of tiamat through our first plan, and gained physical existence through Miss Roman. At this moment, it was indeed the moment closest to victory-yet at the same time. It was also exposed Out of his biggest weakness. "

"Because, as the owner of the ancestral bloodline, it will be integrated with our world, it has become one of the highest powers of this world, but also a part of this network-"

Martha stared at Brando and asked, word by word: "Do you know what the throne means. My child?"

Brando closed his mouth and moved.

"The Twilight Dragon never understands what the throne means, because it lacks the feeling of being a mortal, so it can never win in this war."

Martha shook her head slightly:

"This era," she replied, "but it is such an era. In this era, the gods die, the stars fall to the ground, and on the earth, mortals born in the black iron will control their own destiny and future. . "

"That will be a new era. Above mortals, there will no longer be authority over it. After this, we will no longer be able to determine the fate of these people. Perhaps for this world, it is time to relax. Unlocked its remaining shackles ... "

"Brando," Martha asked softly, "is this an era you see our dreams and hopes fulfilled?"

"--It, is it here?"

Brando shook his head slightly.

Above the earth, there are the ethnic groups of gold and silver, and the relics of the gods, which still determine the future and destiny of Vond. And his existence with the Silver Queen, in his hands he holds the supreme authority of this world.

It even has such deep traces from the previous era, and the order left by the mages still exists, and even the mages themselves have not completely left.

And the divine fire has never been born from a mortal.

Do mortals dominate their own destiny?

Brando thought, maybe this is exactly his doubt-because its answer is undoubtedly negative.

"So the dragon of twilight still exists," Martha replied softly. "My child, do you understand?"

Brando was silent for a moment.

He reached out and took hold of his mother's hand on his forehead. The heavy hand seemed to be the crown she wished him.

"Master, what should we do?"

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear it-my child."

Brando raised his head in stun.

Martha looked at him and said slowly: "I was born with the highest authority. My child, from the moment I was born, I created a network called tiamat in this world. When all the rules When it came down, elements and magic performed their roles, so a world named Warn was born. "

"But our world was born of the supremacy, and all its power and power come from it. Therefore, only those above the throne can destroy the throne itself-"

"And the Dragon of Dusk will not know that there is another person in this world. It can also take the Holy Sword Amber-the highest authority in this world."

Brando squeezed his lips tightly, and he even closed his eyes, as if he had expected it.

Martha watched his eyes become a little softer: "Brando, my child, I chose a hero from the underworld, and he has such a quality. Only he can bear such a heavy Responsibility-he will end everything in the past and put the last rest on this never-ending war. "

"But," Brando reopened his eyes after a long time. "Why me?"

Martha looked at him, motioned him to look up, and she pointed at the picture in front of them:

When Brando saw the picture, blood seemed to be pouring into his brain.

Because he saw a teenager.

The boy was holding his upper body, his eyes closed, and he was contained in a metal cultivation tank. Enveloped in a translucent liquid.

In front of the teenagers were three tall men in draped robes, Brando stared at the ring on their hands, the tail snake named Ouro Poros, twinkling and shining.

"that's me……?"

That face, which should be called 'Sophie', seemed so strange to Brando at this moment.

Martha nodded.

"I mobilized almost all the energy remaining in the tiamat's network of laws through the full authority of the nucleus four to thirteen, through the causal surface of time and space. I built a game called" The Sword of Amber "in your world, and Disturb the flow of time in the future. In your eyes, a part of the historical process of Warnder is reproduced-"

"I picked some people, but only you, successfully came to our world, I can feel the obsession in your heart, Brando, maybe it is your love for some people and things, for Eruin. Let You resonate enough with this world. "

Brando exhaled softly.

"What is a nucleus?"

"That's the collective name for the thirty-six satellites above Warn's low-Earth orbit, and it's my own."

"Are all the gods the same?" Brando asked, recalling the spectacular scene he saw outside the elemental borders of tiamat.

Martha nodded.

"So sister, then?"

"Miss Nimesis is also part of this plan, but the child was not completely successful. Maybe you will have the opportunity to meet her in the future. I can take her to my apology."

"So, I ... came to this world and got Brando's identity, did you arrange it ...?"

Brando hesitated for a moment, and finally asked the question.

Martha looked at him and replied softly:

"You lived 140 years in our time. At that time, Odin and Gaia taught you many things. After you died, we saved your memory and used this to create another embryo. You are now-Brando, my child "

"You don't have to doubt your identity," she put down her hand. "You are Brando, the grandson of the earth swordsman, the highland knight, and the heir of this generation of the Cadilosso family. Your memory of the past, it has revived itself, and it is back to you again. "

"You are Sophie and Brando--"

Brando was silent.

He seemed to be back that summer night a few years ago.

At that time, at this moment, he said to himself silently:

"Yes, I'm Sophie and Brando--"

"Then let me ask the last question, Master Martha."

Martha looked at him and nodded tacitly.

"Why project the 'curve plan' in our time-and where did the ancestors come from? Why do we have the highest level of authority in the tiamat network?"

Having said that, Brando looked up, and he saw Martha's silver eyes shining with soft luster.

"Because you and the ancestors have the same blood flow, Brando, it is not affected by the laws of this world."

"The first generation of ancestors who came here should actually have had another name--"

"Their hometown was once called Earth."

…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net