Chapter 1209 The End of Persistence

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And the history that has been separated for three thousand years.

Azmore walked forward step by step, just like many, many years ago, when he was just qualified to step into the temple as a druid apprentice, he followed behind his mentor and stepped on the majestic temple with a pious heart. Majestic steps and stone ramps, and behind him, several priests followed his footsteps closely, and they were lined up on both sides according to the different duties of the year.

This is the most noble ritual of meeting, and every step must not be sloppy—even though the youngest among them is already 3,700 years old, these aging elves still take every step as firmly as a mountain , not bad at all.

Amoen quietly lay prone in the middle of the courtyard, watching the elves walking towards him with gentle eyes—the faces of each of them were quite different from what he remembered. The long-lived elves have already come to the end of their lives. These elves who were at least middle-aged back then have survived to this day entirely by relying on the "blessing" of being baptized and their strong will to survive. Those wrinkled faces were deeply imprinted in Amorn's eyes, and gradually merged with certain shadows in his memory... and finally merged into a sigh.

"Azmaul, you are very old." He said softly.

"Lord..." Azmore walked forward step by step. When the voice of God came directly to his ears, he finally spoke tremblingly, "We have been looking for you for three thousand years..."

"You shouldn't have looked for me," Amoen sighed softly. "I left for a reason—and you could have had a better life."

"We know, but we are willing to go with you!" A high-ranking priest said suddenly, "No matter what the reason is, we are willing..."

Amoen quietly watched the priests who followed him loyally, and even today after three thousand years, he sighed for a long time: "It is precisely because so many people were willing to follow me back then... "

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Gawain and Belsetia stood quietly in the distance, beside the "path" leading to the center of the courtyard, watching the priests walk towards the holy deer shrouded in light like pilgrims in religious stories, Belsetia Tia finally spoke softly: "It's been three thousand years... The Chenxing family has thought about how to solve this long-standing problem countless times, but no one has ever thought that this matter will end in this way."

"The curtain ends in this way...you will have troubles," Gao Wen glanced at the Silver Queen, "these people can't go back—regardless of your explanation to the outside world,

These people are all 'leave this world' after being taken away by you... You have spent many years trying to solve the mystery problem gently, and now it is impossible for this problem to end gently. "

"I remember we discussed this before," Belsetia just showed a slight smile, she looked at the priests standing at the feet of Amorn, the smile on her face was gentle and sweet, but the brilliance in her eyes was cold Rushuang, "A lot of people got one thing wrong - the ones I treat with gentleness are always those old men who have made great contributions to the empire and have never really betrayed the Silver Empire. As for the secret sects you mentioned ...what are they worth?"

"It seems that you have already made a plan." Gawain looked away from Belsetia and looked forward silently, "I am worried too much."

"The Silver Empire is huge, and its ancient history has brought about an ancient and complex social structure. Since I ruled that land for centuries, there will always be people who are unwilling to follow me... Now I just finally found an opportunity, Let some of them go to their gods, after all, this is what they have always dreamed of."

When the Silver Queen said this, she suddenly fell silent, as if she was thinking about something, until half a minute later she suddenly asked softly: "In another place, there should be many technicians monitoring the changes here... just now Az After the sages of Morr and the priests stepped into the disobedient courtyard, between them and Amorn..."

"A connection has been established," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "very obvious, a very stable connection—it seems that even after three thousand years of 'exhaustion' and 'interruption', these people have no reverence for Amorn in their hearts." It doesn't fade, but grows stronger and deeper with the passage of time."

"That's right... also, if they didn't have such a firm will, even with the elves' lifespan and the vitality bestowed by gods, they wouldn't be able to persist until today," Belsetia lowered her eyelids slightly, "Azmore The sage is nearly five thousand years old."

Then she paused, and then whispered as if she was talking to herself: "It seems that they really can't go back."

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On the ground of broken and floating boulders, Azmael and the priests sat on the ground, just like the druids and sages sitting around in the forest thirty centuries ago to discuss scriptures and teachings, the power of the gods soaked them and dried them up Three thousand years of soul, fullness and peace filled everyone's mind. They discussed the stories of those ancient times, discussed the lush forests, discussed the mountains and valleys, the four seasons and birds and beasts, and the rivers flowing through the plains. , and the eagle flying across the sky——Amorn just looked at them gently most of the time, and in those crystal-cast eyes, there was a pure to otherworldly brilliance.

All this went on for a long time, until the sages seemed to have forgotten the passage of time. During this period, a high-ranking priest suddenly seemed to remember something and sighed: "Oh, it would be great if His Majesty Ishtar was still here... ..."

"Kostina betrayed the sacred faith," another high-ranking priest couldn't help but said, "She...she shouldn't..."

"Kostina may have betrayed her faith, but she has never betrayed us," Azmore said in a low voice, and his voice immediately silenced the priests, "There are countless people who can accuse her of reorganizing the church. decision, but only those of us who have survived to this day... none of us have the right to speak."

The old elf's eyelids were drooping, and no one could see clearly the look in his eyes when he said these words, but at this moment, Amorn's voice suddenly sounded, low and soft: "Kosty Na Istar Morningstar...my last priestess, I remember her face. She...been dead for many years, hasn't she?"

"Yes, Lord," Azmore replied immediately, "His Majesty Istar passed away more than two thousand years ago... After you left, she reorganized the Druid Church and took over the entire elf society with imperial power However, the backlash caused by her betrayal of God's favor and the enormous pressure she was under caused her to die early, and she herself became the last silver empress with a Christian name—after that, the ruler of the Silver Empire no longer had a Christian name. "

Amoen fell silent for an unknown period of time before the priests heard the gentle and majestic voice resounding: "She has been under a lot of pressure, isn't she... well, what a silly girl, she actually did a lot Well...really did a good job...it was me who was too selfish to leave."

Azmore opened his eyes wide, subconsciously propped up his body and wanted to stand up: "Master, you must not..."

He didn't finish his words, and his body didn't stand up—the old elf lowered his head in astonishment, and at the opening and exposure of the priest's robe, he saw that his muscles and skin had become a little bit weaker at some point. As it shriveled, a gray-white color like weathered rock was spreading over his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In this scene, it was as if the body frozen in time suddenly reacted, recalling that he should have died many years ago.

The old priest suddenly understood what happened, he sighed, then smiled lightly, raised his head and looked around, and was greeted by several faces with the same smile.

"Lord, it looks like the time is near," Azmore said with a smile.

"I can let you stay," Amoen quietly watched these elves who should have died a thousand to two thousand years ago, "abandon this body, abandon everything in the past, and no longer have anything to do with the mortal world Any connection, stay here forever - until the end of time."

Azmore fell silent, and after a long time, he asked softly, "If we stay here, will God come back?"

"...the god is not coming back, the god is dead."

Azmore laughed lightly, then shook his head slowly, and then he propped up his body with all his strength, and little by little let his body, which was rapidly aging, leave the ground—as if he had exhausted his whole body After working hard, he finally succeeded this time. When he turned around, he saw Belsetia and Gawain had come nearby—they were standing there, as if they were waiting for a certain time to approach.

The old priest beckoned lightly, and the young queen came over, and the surrounding ancient priests also stood up one by one. They supported each other and looked at the ruler of the Silver Empire together.

"Your Majesty Belsetia—I respectfully call you Your Majesty," Azmore said slowly, his voice rough and hoarse as if dry branches were rubbing together, "I know that in the past many years, you and your father, And your grandmother, you have been looking forward to us dying every day... Now, it seems that this day has finally come."

Belsetia opened her mouth: "I..."

"Please leave it to us, our time is limited." Azmore raised his hand to interrupt Belsetia's words, and then he slowly raised his hand, pressing his index finger on his forehead, accompanied by a burst of green light flowing slightly As well as a slight skin rubbing sound, a dark green orb gradually bulged and fell off from the old priest's forehead!

The Silver Queen watched this scene in astonishment: "This is..."

"It's hidden on your body, you may find it, but with your intelligence, you will definitely be able to recognize it, and then guess why I prepared this token," Azmore grinned, his teeth were loosening , the voice became more ambiguous than before, "But now, I can give it to you... This is the missing bead on your grandmother's scepter, and it is the last link missing from your imperial power.

"Take it, find my apprentice, he is waiting for you at the foot of that mountain, let him see this bead, and tell him in ancient elf language—the stars have risen, and the leaves have returned to their roots.

"In this way, those elves who sincerely follow us and follow the ancient tradition will disperse. From now on, they will consider you as the legal and only ruler, and those who have not dispersed... Your Majesty, let them Come with us."

Azmore held his hand forward, and Belsetia reached out to take it after two seconds. She hesitated, but couldn't help asking: "If I didn't bring back this orb and that In a word, what will happen?"

Azmore looked at her, stared at her for a few seconds, then shook his head with a light smile: "It doesn't matter—who can really resist the mighty Silver Queen?"

After saying this, the ancient priest who had lived for thousands of years turned his head away, as if leaving the entire mortal world behind, and walked towards the huge and holy giant deer not far away, Behind him, the ancient priests supported each other, but they also followed firmly.

"You still have a chance to change your mind now." Amon's eyes fell on these priests, and his tone gradually became serious. "Going forward, I can't change everything."

Azmore raised his head and looked up at those crystal eyes. Under the clear and warm eyes of the gods, he asked softly: "Lord, after death, is there an eternal kingdom of heaven?"

"...No," Amoen said in a low voice, "There is no eternity for everything, and the gods will fall, and death is a peaceful nothingness—there is only me in front of you."

"Thank you—" Azmore smiled, his completely shriveled body was bathed in the light of the God of Nature, he took a step forward, and slowly opened his hands, "You are with us, we are with you exist."

In a piece of soft and floating white light, the priests from ancient times and the quaint crown sublimated into light together, and melted into the radiance radiating from Amorn's side.

All return to nothingness.

Gawain was surprised to see this scene, which was obviously not in line with his initial expectations. He stepped up to Belsetia's side, raised his head together with the ruler of the empire, and watched the remaining brilliance fade away little by little. , dissipated, and half a minute later, the radiance floating in the air finally returned to calm—the barrier set up by the goddess of magic, Mirmina, also faded away.

The shocking scars on the giant deer Amoen appeared in front of Gao Wen again, and the spaceship wreckage that pierced through his body and was crucified on the ground gradually emerged from nothingness, but within a short time, the whole place was restored. It started off as if nothing had happened before.

The courtyard of disobedience fell silent, neither the mortals nor the gods opened their mouths, and it took an unknown amount of time before Amoen whispered, "Let's go, they're all gone..."

Belsetia lowered her eyelids slightly: "They have already come to an end, they are just persistent."

"Alright..."

Amoen sighed softly, and at this moment, the radiance wandering around him suddenly stagnated, and that long-lasting and holy aura seemed to have undergone some kind of change at this moment. Gawain sensed something, He raised his head subconsciously, and saw the gigantic deer like a hill swaying slightly in the darkness—the body that hadn't moved at all in three thousand years was slowly rising and falling with his breathing. There was a muffled sound, as if flesh and blood were filling an empty shell, and water was pouring into a dry river.

The holy giant deer took a deep breath, and then lowered its head, supporting its body with its forelimbs, and then the mountain-like body began to move little by little, and stood up little by little...