Act 80 The Chosen King

Although the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn's idea of ​​imprisoning him in a cage based on Roman's body and Constance's kind personality failed completely, she guessed at least one thing right——

After all, it is impossible for the power of chaos to be completely brought into the world of Warnd, let alone be embodied within the laws of tiaat. Because the entire Warende cannot withstand the will of dusk. Even if all the magic power and laws of Warende are drained, one percent of the power of the Dragon of Dusk cannot be reproduced.

This is an existence that even the people of God must be in awe of.

How could a few mere mortals treat it as if it were nothing?

Unrivaled power swept across the entire elemental barrier, but 'Roman' quickly noticed Brando, who seemed to be unaffected while suspended in the void. She saw with her own eyes that her pressure penetrated The person's body, but as if there was nothing there, it swept over without any hindrance——

"Huh?"

She let out a soft sigh and felt the 'green' in her hand become slightly warm.

At this moment, Brando's mind was in chaos.

It was as if many memories rushed in, turning into chaotic fragments and images that kept flashing before his eyes. It was like a fast-forward movie, the picture switching speed was fast enough to make people dizzy and dizzying.

The scenes in Butchi, Lidenberg, and Prague are like a life-and-death struggle in a dark forest, or sometimes a banquet under dim light, with vines intertwined and shadows of people looking forward to them.

Or the mountainous area of ​​​​Golan-Elsen, with its gentle slopes and black pine forests reflecting the starry sky, castles, manors, marching teams, people and horses. The wind lantern hung on the saddle, the silent knight wearing a metal mask.

It's like Ampelsel and Fir Castle, the conspiracy behind the thick curtain. He heard voices arguing, Her Royal Highness's voice. The voice of the staff lady, Freya's voice, and finally all kinds of voices buzzed, disturbing him.

But even in such a chaotic light and shadow, his heart surprisingly calmed down.

He remembered something.

Tullaman told him... Martha hoped that the people of the Black Iron could fight and defeat the Twilight, but this hope was so illusory, as if it was just depressing despair from every aspect.

This is an era that belongs to mortals.

Everything he was familiar with - whether it was Princess Griffin, His Royal Highness the little prince, the Valkyrie of Eruin who followed her past, and the somewhat overly serious staff lady.

Or that a bar has reopened in the Mintai area. The copper dragon Leto, who would smile every time he saw him, and everyone else. In his memory, he saw Chiara pressing the crystal pendant of Sifah's Heart into his palm, Faina getting furious in her family's castle, and the Choco Knight who somewhat admired him... …

Many, many people...

He hopes that all of this can be preserved. He does not agree with Constance's ideas, and he cannot agree with the practices of the tree shepherd. Perhaps Odin, the dragon of darkness, has a noble intention to protect the world, but his approach is also inconsistent. It must be correct.

He believes in himself,

Trust Martha. I believe that players can defeat the Dusk Dragon even in the game, I believe in this world. He can do it too.

But this moment.

But he had doubts.

Because he understood deeply that deep down in his heart, he also lacked confidence.

What if I was wrong? Facing the terrifying power at this moment, how can a weak mortal resist it? Maybe what the Silver Queen, Odin, and the Tree Shepherd did was not wrong...

Because maybe Lady Martha is really wrong.

A different path should have been chosen from the start.

He was confused, but Bai's voice in his mind seemed a little anxious: "Brando, you bastard, wake up!"

What this elf lady regrets most now is that she shouldn't have been so aggressive in the first place and allowed Brando to isolate herself in a corner of his spiritual world. So much so that now the sky and the sky are not responding, and the earth and the earth are not functioning properly.

Because they have lost the ability to peer into the other person's inner world. She didn't know what kind of state Brando was in now, but this guy dared to be in a daze in front of the Twilight Dragon. She really didn't know whether it was better to be angry with herself or to hang the other person up and beat him up.

It's a pity that Brando obviously couldn't understand the anxiety in this lady's heart, so that all her calls came to nothing.

She looked in the direction of the Dusk Dragon.

'Ms. Merchant' broke free from the embrace of Dragon Queen Gwendolyn. To be precise, it was difficult for the latter to maintain the previous posture. As the person closest to 'Roman', she naturally bore the brunt and was the most injured.

At this moment, she had lost the ability to maintain her original shape and returned to a weak human form. She closed her eyes tightly and her forehead was covered with blood. It slid down along her cheeks and turned into blood beads floating on the weightless surface. in the universe.

She lost an arm, and the blood from the broken area was flowing outward like a waterfall. The golden blood was shining brightly under the rising morning sun on the horizon of Warnd.

The Dragon of Dusk held her chin. Gwendolyn had already lost consciousness. She had no idea how many bones in her body were broken. She could only weakly let the former hold up her head. She could not stop bleeding. It poured out of her mouth and flowed into 'Roman's' hands, but the latter didn't care.

She gently stretched out her finger and wiped it on the Dragon Queen's lips. There was a golden color on her finger, then she put it to her lips, stretched out her tongue and licked it.

In front of her, a black light cocoon cage appeared at some point. Inside the cage, which was only slightly larger than a fist, it turned out to be Miss Goblin.

Tata looked at her with a pale face, but Roman used his other hand to throw away the unconscious Dragon Queen. She held up her palm, and in her palm was the shining golden slate.

She stared at the stone slab in a daze and sighed: "How can I let you play Odin's old trick again, let alone a thousand years or decades, it is just a breath of time for me. It’s hard to understand your mentality of hanging on for dear life.”

"But I'm very worried about Martha's secret methods, so I won't give you this opportunity."

"Ms. Martha has been your opponent for several epochs. During the time when she was still in this world. You have never defeated her," Miss Goblin said with a pale face: "How is your insulting your mother different from insulting yourself? ? You can kill us all at any time. As a higher-level existence, what’s the point of humiliating us..."

"Indeed." Roman replied: "This is the source of the anger in my heart. Emotions are really unnecessary. I wonder if I did something wrong, but fortunately the winner has been decided."

There was dead silence.

The Elf Queen coughed and turned her gaze to Ellanta on the other side. The sage frowned, but shook his head at her, signaling her not to act rashly.

Shiro's heart sank.

At the last moment of this world, what she thought of was not Loki's mercury staff. Nor is it the immortality of Osopa'o.

What she saw before her eyes was that ethereal, pale, elf-like quiet face.

That was her concubine sister.

The name is Medissa.

"Little guy, if you don't respond anymore, we will all have to be buried with you..."

she murmured.

But this sentence seemed to have some effect.

Brando's index finger moved slightly, his eyelids raised a gap, and he felt that something had some kind of connection with him.

That's light -

Immaculately white.

There was a soft sound of 'wow', and even the Dusk Dragon who was mocking others couldn't help but turn around. Everyone saw a bright brilliance rising from the darkness.

That's a pair of wings.

It protects Brando behind him, piece by piece, each piece is like the newly born light of heaven and earth.

Warnd, such a world was born in the light. Life is born from water. Multiply on the earth, protected by the wind, and endowed with wisdom by the fire. The mortal world is done.

First is water.

The Ice Orb and the Sword of the Shallow Sea emerged from behind Brando, and a blue light flashed from the land of Warnd. William, who was trekking towards a certain rift valley in the large glacier, suddenly saw the entire fault zone glowing. Blu-ray. Then there was a long roar, and he saw a blue light rising into the sky from the rift valley.

The mage leader raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The blue light formed an ancient rune, taking shape behind Brando——

It is a ring-shaped eye, symbolizing the search for knowledge and truth.

"Eye of the Observer!" Bai was the first to react.

Then comes the earth.

The gray emblem of Gaia takes shape.

Finally there is fire.

It was a golden flame, surrounded by two snakes.

The three holy swords echoed each other, but the light feather behind Brando slapped lightly. White feathers fell on the three runes one after another, and a network seemed to be formed in the flickering light. In this huge network, the three ancient runes returned to each other.

"This..." Miss Tata was stunned in the cage.

"This is the Wings of Light! How is it possible? When did Lord Martha leave such a promise on Mr. Brando...!" The Elf Queen couldn't help blurting out, she coughed twice, and then said in disbelief : "All the peoples of the ages, all the kings of the ages, this is the supreme word..."

"I gave you wings made of light, and then I allowed you to be the king -" Bai muttered to himself: "What the hell, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such a talent..."

"... We are still searching hard, but Mr. Brando is clearly right in front of us. Lady Martha, this is really... really..."

Brando seemed to be deaf to everything in the outside world.

He raised his head, his eyes blank, and stretched out his right hand.

It was all just a moment——

The verdant tree flew out of Roman's hand. The Twilight Dragon subconsciously wanted to hold it, but to no avail. This natural scepter seemed to be unaffected by all rules and power. It came to Brando's hands without hesitation. .

That is the power of life.

‘So the world became—’

Brando looked at the Dragon of Dusk and said calmly: "The next time we meet, it will be when we settle the accounts."

"Huang-twilight-the-dragon."

The cage surrounding Tata was in tatters.

At this moment, the golden book in the hands of the businesswoman shone with dazzling brilliance...

"Lord Airanta! Her Majesty the Queen!" Miss Elf jumped up and yelled these words with all her strength: "...Complete the seal!"

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(PS: It’s the end of the month, please vote for me. Friends, if you stay any longer, you’ll get moldy. In addition, some readers are asking about the progress of the book. I can only say that it’s not over yet. Generally speaking, I’m still making progress. I’m not as good as you guys. It’s so unexpected as I imagined, and what needs to be explained will be explained later. In my opinion, the ending is quite perfect, and there will be no inexplicable situations.) (To be continued)