Soul of Burning Steel

So—massive information like a sea surged from it like a mountain roar and a tsunami, and countless fragmentary but fiery memory fragments flashed in front of the soldier's eyes.

That is the memory of a saint.

At first, everything was empty, and the face of the abyss was dark. In the nothingness, there was the spirit of the saint walking in the chaos. Joshua's spirit followed the spirit of the saint, exploring in the obscurity.

The chaos is endless, but the light of the stars shines, opening up the way forward, sheltering 103,000 ancestors of various races, but after a long time, the darkness dissipates, and the saint finally finds his goal, a world that has just been born .

The saint has been trekking for a long time, but did not stop at all. She pressed her hand on the chest of her magic robe, and then took it off. Runes poured out of the magic robe like an ocean capsized, forming a sheet that could cover the entire body. The big net, this net is composed of countless sacred runes, releasing the light that illuminates everything, it stimulates the birth of the world, and makes the continents, mountains, oceans, and the sun and the moon take shape within seven days. That's it.

Joshua felt that the spirit of the saint was extremely exhausted, but he was also full of joy. A world was formed in his own hands, which is naturally worthy of joy. He vaguely heard the saint's muttering, which is to bless all beings Prayer for the future.

Among the scattered memory fragments, the warrior saw the follow-up actions of the saint—in order to stabilize the entire continent and prevent frequent earthquakes, she planted a plant seed in what later generations named Ge In the center of Landia's continent, this seed quickly took root, germinated, and then grew into a figure familiar to a warrior.

The larva of the mountainous titan Urbani sleeps and grows in the center of the continent, and its lower body forms the foundation of the entire continent under the urging of the power of the saint, making the resulting world extremely stable and firm. While planting Titans, the saint found a shepherd boy in the surrounding plains. It may be fate, or maybe some kind of coincidence. The saint smiled and watched this somewhat clumsy boy learning her inheritance, and finally Became her student, she called him Akhal, which was the name of the emperor who unified the whole 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 six magical marshals stood in the central square of their capital. There were seven high platforms on the square, each of which contained coffins or some ancient weapons and armor. All the people stood in a certain order in various places, forming a huge formation, and accompanied by the chanting of the curse of resurrection that gathered the strength of millions of people, and the gathering of endless soul imprints, one by one the ancients Heroes wake up from the long river of history.

All the scenes ended with the awakening of the person in the most luxurious and oldest coffin, and the gathering of countless star-like light spots made the ancient emperor open his eyes.

And the cold mist of darkness and dead silence also covered everything.

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

Because he already knows the truth of everything.

"Sage..."

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

He understood that all doubts and unknowns were answered in the memory fragments left by the star sage, whether it was the incomparably resistant attitude of the dragon wing girl, Arman's relief when she died, or the old knight—that is, It was the truth in Akhal Aliyev's heart, and he already knew everything.

The war against the evil gods—betrayers—sinners—the punishment of sages—the prayers of the saints of the stars, and the final disposition.

One hundred and three thousand criminals were exiled to this nascent world. They were imprisoned here, and they could not be freed no matter whether it was life or death. Because of the special steel power of Grandia World, the souls of all living beings have been branded for thousands of years. , Endless souls are like ripe ears of grain, hanging between heaven and earth, and these souls are all 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 Shadow of the Dead is over, everything will return to void and chaos, and only one hundred and three thousand brave men who fought to the end can After being forgiven, the rest of the souls, following the destruction of a world, will be turned into the fire of the original time, and will be used to continue the long-dead Mycroft Continent.

What a meticulous plan, worthy of a sage.

Holding this ball of light in his hand, holding this ball of light that is gradually heating up and seems to be about to start burning, Joshua felt as if someone was talking in his ear.

Choose.

choice.

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 fate of the two worlds.

This is not an auditory hallucination, but someone really said so. The soldier looked up, and the hazy shadow of the star saint stood in front of him. In the quiet darkness and chaos, the phantom of the saint Cynthia Morningstar smiled at him , and then said in an extremely calm tone: "It is my mission to collect the soul and primordial fire of this world so that the Mycroft Continent can continue."

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

The elf who was with this world said softly, with a voice full of compassion: "If you can't choose, then let me do it."

"It was I who prayed to the teacher and led them to this world. It was I who allowed them to multiply and create the civilization of the Grandia continent. Therefore, if you can't make a decision, then let me give them the end and let everything return to the world." Annihilation."

In the distance, on the Mycroft Continent, the Holy Mountain of the Far Sea, the old pope Igor and the dragon-winged girl Silya raised their heads at the same time. The scepter, magic robe and orbs all burst into light, illuminating the entire Star Temple, but they seemed to turn a blind eye. The gaze gazes into the void beyond the world. In the capital of the Northern Empire, the blond swordsman wearing double swords also subconsciously grasped the hilt. He felt that his familiar saber was starting to heat up, as if something was resonating with it far away.

At the same time, a huge magic circle phantom suddenly appeared in the entire Grandia world. The holy light floated for a moment, as if it would swallow the whole world, but then it stopped immediately, as if time was frozen here.

And time did freeze.

The whole world is shrouded in darkness.

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

In the four holy cities, the soldiers who were fighting endless undead suddenly discovered that their enemies were all turned into fly ash in an instant and disappeared, but no one including the four city lords had time to feel emotional, because the next In an instant, the frozen time stopped everything in this scene.

In the middle of the continent, the huge titan moved its head. The giant as the son of god could support it for a second, but this second was nothing more than a sigh.

On the Gaitar Plateau, in the capital city shrouded in darkness, only within the range illuminated by the small fire light held by the soldiers can the wind continue to flow, the sound can continue to pass, and time will continue to pass.

The flame is burning, which means that the initial fire of the whole world has come here, which means that the time of the outside world will also stop. As the light of existence fades away, everything collapses into the unobservable void, allowing the unknown Chaos to rule.

At this time, Joshua spoke.

"No need," he said, "let me do it."

Looking at the somewhat puzzled elf woman in front of him, the hero who paid countless prices in the battle against the evil god and finally succeeded in ushering in victory, a smile appeared on the soldier's extremely serious face, although this smile was a little stiff due to his lack of proficiency , but extremely sincere, Joshua said softly: "You are a hero, you saved the existence of the whole world, 103,000 sinners survived because of your prayer, and even multiplied 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, the living one, come."

The elf phantom was slightly taken aback. She seemed a little surprised and relieved, but she still shook her head and questioned, "Can you carry it?"

And the man who knows the future of this world asked without hesitation: "Except for me, who else in this world can bear it?"

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

The light of the fire is warm, as if giving birth to everything.

It has nothing to do with pity and indifference, nothing to do with sadness and despair, the light of existence is so pure, the warrior holds it as if holding all living beings, and under the warm light, he seems to have become some kind of larger existence.

Holding the initial fire in hand, Joshua, I saw it.

In front of him is the cornerstone land that constitutes this world.

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

In front of him is a smaller, more basic existence.

The deadly darkness spread, it was the origin force that formed everything in this world, and the polluted 'steel' wailed in the most microscopic corners.

Dim gleams flicker, that is the energy vein that runs through the entire world, and the souls of all the dead circulate endlessly in this vein along this wave of life, until the end of everything.

Soldiers, I see that the world named Grandia is going out, just like a bonfire losing its firewood, a furnace losing its coal, the rapid extinguishing, the division of light and darkness, the boundary between death and life, the boundary between cold and warm. The realm, everything has fallen into the ambiguous chaos, the void that does not exist.

The fire went out, but then rekindled.

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

Joshua took a deep breath, and he lifted the seemingly weak flame in his hand towards the deep darkness. The arm that could easily lift the mountain was extremely slow, as if it was carrying the weight of a world.

In his hand he holds the authority of salvation and destruction, the reins of taming the end and rebirth.

Joshua, I can hear a deep voice echoing in the darkness. It is the voice of the will of all beings, all things, and this world. It is pleading, howling, and expressing its pain and despair.

The world is begging for redemption.

"No."

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

Then all things perish, and all things perish.