Soul of Burning Steel

"Sages? Cages?"

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

"Me? My name is Silja Ferragni."

Some unknown dragon wing girls blinked, and simply said her name: "I follow my mother's surname, because my father is a dragon descendant, he has no surname, only a first name."

"Fragni?"

The old Pope nodded slightly. He paused for a while, as if he was thinking about the history behind the surname of Ferragni. Then, Igor asked slowly: "Excuse me...Miss Sila Ferragni, are you a sage? In the illusion, what exactly did you see?"

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

"I saw……"

The voice of the old pope seemed to penetrate into the hearts of the people. For some reason, Silya, who was unable to refuse, subconsciously began to tell what she had seen in the sage's illusion before.

She saw a lot, a lot.

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

The sky was obscured by the smoke and dust of flying Mars, and above the earth, the light emitted by the hot lava turned the sun into a dim dot. The forests were burned to ashes, the streams were evaporated by the flames, the hills and grasslands were scorched black, and the cities of the various tribes were turned into flying ash.

In the gray smog 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 was also extinguished one by one, the holy light pierced the haze, the giant sword made of runes split the mountain peaks, the giant ax and the giant hammer broke through the ferocious claws, and hammered all those who blocked them into flesh and blood. After the portal, the blood-red sky and the red lava lake, together with the continuous black iron fortress, shattered as the whole land crashed into islands floating in the void, and a big hole was opened in the sky, like It was the whole world that was broken by some mighty force, like a broken egg shell.

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

"That was a thousand years ago, the war between the sages and countless evils in the multiverse... The sages and the gods smashed several layers of abyss and ended everything."

The girl murmured: "During that war, countless cities were destroyed and people were displaced. In the blood and fire, there were heroes who persisted in fighting and would never give up their glory even in the face of endless enemies, and there were also... Survive, and betray our traitor."

The people kneeling on the ground pointed at those still standing, and stabbed the sharp sword from behind. The astonished faces fell to the ground with blood, and were stepped into the dust by these humble people kneeling on the ground.

They opened the gates of the city, destroyed the unity of the defense line, took the initiative to meet the enemies who trampled on their hometown, and faced all the destroyers of prosperity and peace with flattering smiles.

"The ancestors of the Grandia world are these people."

Silya closed her eyes, and she softly talked about the truth she saw: "Maybe they were coerced, or maybe it was a temporary compromise. These people have abandoned the correct path and embarked on a journey of no return. They Aiding the wicked, even turning himself into a demon... After the sages and the gods put an end to all the chaos, a final trial took place."

That is indeed the final judgment.

The shattered sunset gradually came to an end, and the wrath of the remaining gods echoed in the sky full of miserable red clouds. The sages who loved all the world also closed their eyes, and responded with indifferent faces to these traitors who cried and begged for forgiveness. For the demons and monsters who want to destroy the whole world, they did not choose to protect their homeland and glory with their lives, but aimed their sharp swords at their former companions. This is an unforgivable sin and an evil deed that must be paid for.

Traitors do not deserve to be forgiven, nor are they worthy of redemption. Even flowers and plants spurn this dirty soul and refuse to bear their tears.

"The sage said that he would use the purest holy light to purify their souls. Their souls are not worthy of entering the reincarnation of the souls of Mycroft's world, and be with those heroic souls who fought bravely."

The Dragon Wing girl's narration did not end, she still said softly: "But my ancestors couldn't bear it, and proposed another punishment plan."

It was an elf incarnate like a star. Her emerald green hair hung down like silk and satin until she landed. This saint who held a star-falling bow and fought bloody battles at the forefront of the evil god battlefield begged the teacher for forgiveness. She said that the sinners It is true that they should be punished, but their descendants have the opportunity to be born, grow up, and atone for their ancestors.

The sixth-ranked star saint said that it is not easy for the souls of all beings to be born, and such rash destruction only accelerated the extinguishment of the already fragile flames in the Mycroft world.

She wants to exchange her merits for a chance, a chance for these traitors to atone for their sins, and a chance for many souls who have not yet been born in the future to exist in this world.

Facing his followers who were kneeling on the ground and pleading with their heads bowed, the sage was silent for a long time. At this moment, he thought of the Mycroft Continent, 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 still made a decision and nodded slowly.

"The sage promised her."

Hearing this, the old Pope whispered to himself: "But why...send a group of criminals to a brand new world, and then imprison them as cages—this is really too wasteful!"

There was endless regret in the old man's voice.

It is precisely because he knows a lot of information that the old Pope knows how dangerous the Mycroft Continent is today.

Thousands of years ago, the sages used the evil god of abundance as their salary to burn the fire of order and maintain this already torn apart world. Tens of millions of residents in the Mycroft Continent and dozens of races lived in this world that could be broken at any time. Since the sages have the ability to find the initial chaos that is about to form in the void and shape it into a survivable orderly world, why not move all the races there, but place a group of sinners there and arrange for a A guardian of saints with heritage?

After thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in the world of Grandia has exceeded hundreds of millions. If it were not for the natural disasters of the undead, it would be comparable to the world of Mycroft. Even though most of them have died of the natural disasters of the undead, the remaining population is nearly one million. number.

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

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

"I know the reason for everything."

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

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

Igor's voice contains a peculiar rhythm, layers of fluctuations vibrate the spirit, and can make the most stubborn criminals dictate the truth. The old pope doesn't like to use this method to learn the truth, because it disrespects the self-awareness of others , but at this moment it is about the truth of the two worlds, he doesn't mind doing this, let alone doing it a few more times.

He is the Pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, the shelter of all innocents, and the reliance of all good people, but this does not mean that he is the embodiment of complete kindness and glory without the slightest stain.

He is Saint Eagle. Mrs. McCrow's Pope, and only Mrs. McCrow's Pope.

Therefore, the words that shake the soul are calmly spoken by him.

"Tell the whole truth."

"I... this... no! Sage... ah ah ah ah!"

Even if she has the inheritance of sages and is a strong person in the golden realm, how can Xierya's spirit compare with a god walking in the world? Eagle's mental fluctuations easily overwhelmed the Dragon Wing girl's self-will, making it extremely difficult for her to resist, almost gritting her teeth, telling the final truth bit by bit.

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

Silya struggled to utter the truth that she was trying to conceal. Tears flowed from her eyes, but it was useless. Under the indifferent oppression of a legendary strong man, all her insistence was meaningless: "Grantia The world is about to be destroyed, and there are only 103,000 souls, the same number as the sinners who came to the Grandia world... Only these 103,000 souls can be redeemed, and the rest will be destroyed, just like this world Let's turn into a foster...no!"

Speaking of this, a gleam of firm light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Dragon Wing girl. In an instant, she got rid of the old Pope's mental suppression, 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 astonishment, the old pope had no time to stop the other party's near-suicide behavior, and was succeeded by him.

"well."

Eagle looked at the extremely uncooperative fourth inheritor coldly, then his eyes softened, and he let out a long sigh.

Even if Xierya didn't tell the final truth, he already knew a lot of secrets and guessed it.

That is indeed, very, very severe, worthy of the crimes of the traitors.

"No wonder you tried your best to conceal it, and resisted the existence of our Mycroft world so much... The souls of your parents are also in the ranks of punishment, no wonder..."

"So that's the reason why it is said that the mystery of the primordial flame needs to be learned from the four major inheritances... because as long as the fourth piece is found, that is, the inheritor in the world of Grandia, the truth can be known. "

He said softly, and then with a wave of his hand, he laid the girl's body flat on a corner of the Star Temple. The legendary pinnacle, the old pope who could talk to the gods on an equal footing, walked slowly to the unconstructed space-time channel , muttering to himself: "Joshua, you said that you want to reverse all this, but do you know what you are going to face?"

"That's the punishment set by the sages, and... the way to save Mycroft Continent."

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

"How would you choose?"

The fighters certainly don't know what's going on behind the scenes.

At this time, he was walking in the wilderness.

Joshua took a step forward, and every time he took a step, the ground shook. With each step, the whole wilderness shook violently, and with the shaking, countless souls trapped in the void were burnt. The power of the lord is oppressed out, and it belongs to the power of his glory, the soul abyss that contains all soul fragments.

His existence is like a piece of eraser, and all traces of paintings in the world of Grandia will be erased by him. Step by step, he will liberate many dead souls from the shackles of this world step by step, and then Suppressed in your own soul.

Soldiers are not ignorant of everything, Arman repeated several times, this is their battle with the living, his words that have nothing to do with him, an outsider from another world, and the undead's return to the living, but they are slow to destroy everything , but the act of waiting until everything is on the verge of ending.

He could guess that there must be something hidden behind this. The sentient beings in Grandia's world may not necessarily be the seeds that the sages spread in the first place, but the existence of another mission.

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

But what does it matter?

Joshua's gaze was firm. He holds a weapon in his hand.

A warrior, with his own weapon in his hand, has the strength to carry out all his resolutions, the consciousness to bear all his deeds.

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

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

An old knight looked at the turbulent dark clouds in the sky, and seemed to have some inspiration.

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.

Therefore, the melodious trumpet sounded, and with the storm that crossed the plateau and the wilderness, it swept across half the continent, and the endless undead, like a tide, moved towards the last gathering place of the living in the turbulent mist, surrounding the tomb of the saint. The Great Holy City marched.

The final battle begins here.

I think I've made the truth quite clear...

Although it is a bit cruel... I will modify it when I have time.

Although I don’t want to say it, some book reviews in the book review area are really annoying

The protagonist is not a person who likes to show kindness, how many times he has to say it before he understands, and now he doesn't know the truth