Act 69 The Fate of Mortals and Swords (Part 1)

If the trial in Chongshan is a dream, then for Brando, this dream is gradually collapsing.

After the space crack that he and Bai had seen before swept across the sky, the entire trial became unstable. Many blank areas appeared in the space, and broken ice and rocks made terrifying howls towards these. Rolling down the crack, the glacier soon split into four and five, and avalanches a hundred times more spectacular than what he had experienced before came one after another, as if they were going to completely crush the world.

In the collapsing world, there is no longer a passage that can be called a 'road' to continue moving forward. If he was still in the same state as before, I am afraid that he would have died without a burial place at this moment, but the fact is that his current state is worse than It was much better before.

Bai's words gave him a huge help. Now that he knew that this was a spiritual world, no matter how terrifying the scene was before his eyes, Brando only needed to strengthen his will and never waver, so naturally he would not be harmed at all.

He moved forward step by step, as if he was walking a path in this crazy scene - at this moment, even Bai Wu, who was attached to his spiritual world, did not dare to speak sarcastically anymore. She was frightened. Although she was better than The former understands the nature of the world better, but does not have Brando's outrageous will attributes. Even if she understands, her heart is still not immune to the influence of everything at hand.

She could only wait nervously for the result - whether Brando conquered this trial, or whether everything with her died here.

But Brando saw a strange scene at this moment——

He saw that in this collapsed world, a wide avenue appeared. Although it was also a snowfield, it was not affected by the surrounding glaciers. Everything collapses and collapses on either side of it, disappears side by side on either side of it, but it doesn't move. Like a completely silent world.

Also in Brando's spiritual world, Bai Ziran, who used Brando's eyes to observe the world, also saw such a scene. She lost her voice and said: "Sages lead the way..."

Brando raised his head, and a back figure was deeply engraved in his eyes.

It was an emerald color that was very different from this snowy world. He couldn't even see clearly the thin figure walking in the snowy field, but only a cloak was fluttering. Like a flag.

"This is……"

Brando's pupils shrank in circles——

In this world, there was an epic story: a knight named Tianqing shattered the sky and caused the stars to fall to the ground, announcing the end of an era.

He holds the holy spear in the sky, guarding the mortal night.

But he is no ordinary person.

"So are you a mortal, Brando?"

"I am."

"Then are you a mortal, Sophie?"

"..."

Brando was silent. There seemed to be two voices in my heart asking and answering questions.

"Follow me!"

"Follow, Brando!" Bai's voice shouted anxiously in his mind.

But he turned a deaf ear.

He suddenly saw the Silver Queen standing in front of him, looking at him in horror, the hope in her eyes extinguishing little by little, and finally turned into endless despair.

"Your authority comes from the Truth Society!" Oweina looked at him from the other side and said firmly, word by word.

He took a step forward, and their phantoms turned into pieces behind him.

"Who are you?" Princess Griffin asked coldly. Standing in front of him: "My fiancée is Brando Cadilloso, not you!"

Brando took another step forward. The phantom of Her Royal Highness the Princess also turned into nothingness.

But he stopped.

He saw Brando, the self who died in Butchi's old house, looking at him quietly.

"where u from?"

"I……"

Brando's heart trembled slightly.

The biggest secret in the heart was finally loosened at this moment.

"Actually, you know that, right?" The other 'him' smiled at him.

"I am a mortal,

I am the son of the Sword Master Darus. My grandfather’s only wish for me is to survive. No longer get involved in the vortex of right and wrong. "

"But after sixty years of that war, who can see the future clearly? Perhaps all this has been doomed for a long time. As a mortal, how can I control my own destiny?"

"I am you. Brando," Brando replied: "We are not different."

"But I'm a mortal, are you?" 'Brando' also replied: "You understood it when Ovina said those words to you, right?"

Brando was silent.

Indeed, there was no doubt in his mind.

He has the blood of black iron, but he has the inheritance from his ancestors. Certain facts are actually self-evident in silence.

As a player, how could Sophie have the blood of the ancestors? In reality, he was just an ordinary person.

"Do you understand?" 'Brando' asked again.

He nodded silently.

'Brando' also looked at him silently:

"...So, Brando, answer me...do mortals in this world really control their destiny?"

"I don't know," Brando shook his head: "But I believe there may be one day."

"Maybe one day?"

This question suddenly made Brando's heart firm.

He raised his head, his eyes shining with the brilliance of some memory, and replied softly: "...Perhaps I have seen all this before, and seen a civilization that has experienced ignorance and barbarism, killing and disorder, even to this day. , it is still greedy and indifferent, but I also see many gentle and beautiful sides - I at least know that our history has not gone backwards, even if the process is tortuous and long, but I have reason to believe that tomorrow..."

"What you see, I have never known, Brando..." The other 'him' shook his head: "So this is the biggest difference between us. I ask you, Brando, will you do it for us? Determine the future of mortals?"

Brando looked at him.

But he didn't answer.

He took a step forward, and his phantom disappeared into nothingness, like ripples on water.

"You are one of us, Brando." A gentle voice rang.

Brando raised his head in shock and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him. The other party did not turn around and stood with his back to him. A green dream-like cloak hung from his back and fell quietly to the ground.

Only then did Brando realize that the surrounding snowfields had disappeared, and the two of them seemed to be in a void of space.

Stars twinkled all around.

Brando opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He didn't even know how the other party got to him, and he had a faint feeling in his heart that the other party seemed not to be a phantom, but actually existed here.

This illusion was so strong that he was so shocked that he couldn't say a word.

Bai couldn't make any sound.

The azure knight slowly turned around, and Brando realized that the descriptions of the former in various legends and myths were not fictional, but he could not see the other party's face clearly.

The Azure Knight held up a sword in his hand and said to him: "The people who are protected by you rely on you. This is a responsibility for you. But when you make such a determination, it changes. The fate of others, although you don’t answer this question, you know it in your heart.”

"I was just doing what I wanted to do," Brando countered, "I wasn't hurting anyone."

"In fact, instead of harming them, you protected them, just like Martha and the gods, but sometimes such favors are unintentional."

"This is not a favor, but a mutual trust." Brando became firm in his heart. He shook his head: "Even without me, people will fight for themselves and protect their homes and relatives. No one has Qualifications determine the fate of others.”

"And what you're doing—"

"I am just one of them, there is no difference, sir. Maybe my strength is stronger, I don't mind someone supporting me and moving forward with me. If one day I lose my strength, I will do the same, Because civilization and order are not inherently separate entities. Our kingdom and society are established through mutual connections, and no one can be alone."

The Azure Knight nodded and picked up the sword in his hand, "Are you ready to take my sword?"

Bai became excited, and she looked at Brando in disbelief. In fact, as a candidate, Brando didn't seem that surprising to her. Before the Battle of the Saints, although the candidates often Each era has fewer people than the previous one, but there are still some.

In fact, Brando was not the best candidate she had ever seen, and even seemed a bit clumsy. If it weren't for her reminder and rescue, the other person might have died in the glacier long ago. Before that, she could I have never heard of a candidate needing help from others to pass the trial.

But the same -

She had never heard of anyone who could meet the Azure Knight's will during the trial. Almost uncontrollably, the words on the legendary Black Prophecy emerged in her mind, especially when the Azure Knight picked up the sword in front of her.

Because only she understands what that sword symbolizes.

She finally couldn't help shouting in Brando's mind: "Quickly, promise him, Brando! That's the Amber Sword! You may be the person Tata and the fire fairy talked about, pick it up quickly, Maybe you can really bring a glimmer of hope to this world!”

But Brando didn't reach out, he just stood there quietly.

"You're crazy!" Bai became furious: "Do you understand what you are doing? How can you let down the hopes of those who believe in you?"

"I'm not crazy," Brando shook his head: "Ms. Tiamas, do you think our world can really be saved with a sword?"

...(To be continued...)u For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading academy