Chapter 1332 The Dawn of Kolo

The nightmare is fading.

The "Forgotten Abyss" that had been shrouded by Rock Marton's chaotic power for ten thousand years gradually broke out of the darkness, and the first thing to change was the core of the epic battle, the throne of the former nightmare tyrant - Spiral Hill.

The dusk-like twilight disappeared unconsciously, and the remaining parts of the twisted and weird spiral hill completely disintegrated silently. The monsters that emerged from the nightmare were like morning dew illuminated by the sun, rising up from their bodies. The layers of smoke gradually became transparent, and finally dissipated one by one between the sky and the earth. The storm over the plains ceased, and the giant pillars of smoke disintegrated like waking up from a dream, and little bits of light rose from those giant pillars of smoke. It floated up into the sky like a liberated soul, while some shimmering mysterious debris fell from the sky, sprinkling on the battlefield and on every soldier and general.

Calasius stared at this scene blankly and subconsciously reached out his hand.

A piece of shimmering debris fell on the palm of his hand, and there was a slight warmth on the debris. He seemed to hear someone whispering thanks, but when he listened carefully, he found that it was just an illusion.

All kinds of supernatural powers dissipated, and a ray of light shone on his face.

The rolling clouds in the sky gradually subsided and dispersed in all directions. The light that had been away from this world for many years fell from the sky, driving away the last haze. The beams of light pierced the sky and poured down like thousands of torrents.

"The nightmare is over..." A high-level paladin took off his blood-stained helmet and clamped it around his waist, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look directly at the bright sky, "This time, it is really over... "

The exhausted warriors could finally rest. After losing the will to forcibly support themselves, they fell to the ground one by one, swaying around in a state of embarrassment, their bodies covered with blood and soil. They looked at each other, and their strong joy and relaxation allowed them to endure the pain. They couldn't help but want to laugh loudly or shout to vent, but they didn't even have the strength to shout like this. They could only look at their comrades beside them and try their best to smile at the corners of their mouths.

Carathius also wanted to collapse like this, even for a minute, so that he could rest as much as he wanted, but he still mustered up his will, barely stood up, and staggered towards the wardens.

His platinum staff had been completely overloaded and damaged in the previous battle, so he could only use a crooked wooden stick to support himself at the moment.

Some vague figures stood in front of the King of Mountains and Rivers.

After their last battle, the Legion of Heroes and the Legion of the End were all gone. Countless twisted warriors and ancient souls fell on the road of charge, paving a smooth road to the future for the living, and when dawn finally Come, very few of these two legions are still standing on the battlefield.

The deformed and twisted dark creatures, the empty and transparent soul warriors, and the hollow armors and robes, they gathered in front of the King of Mountains and Rivers, just like they did when they were inspected thousands of years ago.

A skinny old man stood at the front of the team, like the most ordinary old man, raising his head and talking to the king of mountains and rivers.

It seemed as if Carathius suddenly remembered at this moment that the "Pope" actually no longer belonged to the world of the living. He was a gathering of the dead and a member of the army of the dead.

August VII, who was like a father, has died long ago.

Gordon, the king of mountains and rivers, bent down in front of these warriors and listened carefully to the old pope's words. For a long time, he nodded slightly, as if making a promise, and then slowly stood up.

A beam of light leaked from the clouds, shining on the Doom Legion.

Those twisted and mutated limbs dissolved in the light, and the corroded bodies quickly vaporized. As the black smoke dissipated, these twisted monsters returned to their original appearance - in the form of souls. One by one, the knights wore bright armor, and each priest wore holy white robes. The warrior holding the battle flag also recovered. He once again became a field bishop wearing a battle robe, with gray beard and hair, and a resolute cheek. , the rag that he had tied behind his back was flying in the air, gradually turned into a golden war flag depicting the silhouette of the goddess, and fell into his hands again.

The old pope nodded to the field bishop, looked back at Calasius, then turned and walked towards the queue of the dead.

The field bishop raised the golden battle flag in his hand high: "The whole army turns back!"

"Start—go!"

The dead took neat steps, facing the light falling from the clouds, and marched forward with their heads held high, heading towards the light.

The light shining down from the clouds became more and more intense, and finally converged into the ubiquitous sky light, illuminating the entire old world with great brilliance. And in the radiant light, the figure of the legion gradually became thinner, Fading away gradually, finally becoming one with the light of dawn.

The ten wardens stood solemnly and looked at each other.

On the battlefield behind, the surviving soldiers also struggled to stand up. They supported each other and watched their ancestors leave.

After the silent farewell, Calasius raised his head with emotion. A simple cane carved from curved thorns slowly fell from the air. He let go of the stick in his hand and reached out to take the thorn stick, as if You can also feel a trace of residual temperature.

"According to 'their' last wish, 'they' hope that you can take over the responsibilities of the Pope," the voice of the King of Mountains and Rivers came from high in the sky. "The arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything, but the beginning. Someone needs to lead it. Are you willing for the world to get back on track?"

Calasius held the thorn stick tightly. The old pope looked back at him when he turned around and walked into the sequence of the dead. Just from the deep gaze, he already knew the responsibility he had to face.

The arrival of dawn does not mean the end of everything - even if the threat of Rock Marton disappears forever and the tide of chaos no longer threatens the world, Kolo is destined to experience a period of turmoil and difficulty, because in the real world outside, Chaos The war has been raging for seven years, and the conspiracy to annihilate the cultists caused the kingdoms to suffer unimaginable destruction in the last month of the war. It was a world that was waiting to be renovated, and many things needed to be started all over again. And when the "Tide of Chaos" becomes a memory of the past forever, Kolo must also rebuild a new order. This is a new order that people living on this land have never thought of. At this time, there must be someone who stands Come out and lead everything.

Calasius took over this burden, but he also felt heavy pressure. The King of Mountains and Rivers seemed to understand what he was thinking, and a rumbling voice came from the air: "The wardens will return to this world."

"We will also help." Along with the heavy footsteps, Mulu's voice also came from another direction. He was not a member of the Warden, and did not understand the power of Symmetra. Therefore, in the battle just now, he He did not stand with the King of Mountains and Rivers, but sat in the Sanctuary Army. "I believe Hao Ren will have follow-up arrangements."

"Hao Ren..." The King of Mountains and Rivers couldn't help but look up at the sky. The previous crack that reflected the outer universe had disappeared, and in order to prevent Rock Marton's power from rushing back into the world, the prison system's barrier had been closed again. He didn't know what was happening outside, "I don't know if everything is going well over there..."

"I believe in him," Muru said slowly. "He never plans anything that is uncertain. Even though he seems careless, everything he does is foresighted and he never makes a mistake."

Just as Mulu finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly cut through the sky.

This beam of light is different from ordinary skylight. It not only illuminates the sky, but even tears apart the space. The shielding system of Kolo Prison is opened from the outside, and the image of the outside universe briefly flashes in the beam. There is no sight in the scene. To the breath of Rock Marton.

Muru showed an expected expression and pointed to the figure emerging from the beam with a smile: "Look, he is back."

"landlord!"

"Uncle Ren!"

"Big cat!"

"Hiss-biubiu!"

A group of people rushed up, and the first ones to come were naturally the tenants of the house. While greeting these familiar faces, Hao Ren grabbed the little chicken and stuffed it into a can bottle, and then faced it Gordon and Karasius, the kings of mountains and rivers, who arrived later, nodded.

Karasius asked hurriedly: "Lok Marton..."

"It will never come back again," Hao Ren opened his personal space and displayed the last fragment collected from Rock Marton's soul. "This is its last fragment. Under the witness of another true god, it has been Deprived of the possibility of resurrection or return in any form.”

Karasius couldn't help but close his eyes and draw a circle on his chest with his hand: "Thank you goddess..."

Although Rockmarton has been expelled from this world before, as long as it is not certain that it is truly permanently dead, we cannot be 100% assured!

Hao Ren took this opportunity to look around the battlefield.

Those heroic souls had disappeared, and even the remaining base of the Spiral Hill had disappeared. The great plain was illuminated by the sky, and the smoke and shadows entrenched on the plain quickly faded, and a peaceful and peaceful atmosphere filled the battlefield.

He sighed softly, lamenting the end of a nightmare era and the fact that a civilization had finally survived. Then he raised his head and looked at the King of Mountains and Rivers.

"Gordon, with the warden's appeal, how much influence does he have on the major secular kingdoms?"

"Most people in the secular kingdom may not necessarily know the existence of the warden, but the church's appeal should be sufficient. Although the prestige of the holy realm has been affected to a certain extent by the early withdrawal of the Order State from the secular kingdom during this crisis, as long as Tell the truth and I believe everything will turn around.”

"I need your influence," Hao Ren turned to Calasius and nodded. "The whole world needs to know about the follow-up arrangements of this world and some things about the external universe."