Act 204 The Planeswalker's Fire

Medissa felt a shadow coming toward her face, and the air flow caused her silver hair to fly like tassels. Although Phoscia was still quite far away from them when she landed with fluttering wings, she landed next to Leviathan's crystallized body, holding her head high and folding her wings.

Under the moonlight, it looked like a dark mountain. On the top of the mountain, there was a pair of golden pupils, like two bright full moons, watching them.

"Hello, dear Lady Foccia."

Medisa raised her head and looked at the mountain. She said in her heart that she was not afraid, but that would be a lie. The era when Fucia was most famous was not now. In fact, not many people have heard of the Seven-pole Dragon King now. This name, but in the era of the Saint's War, the shadow of this Evil Dragon King passing over the battlefield was a nightmare deep in the hearts of all her opponents.

"Hey, I haven't heard this title for quite some time." Fucia replied with some surprise.

"I had the honor to meet you once, during the Battle of the Saints." The little silver elf princess replied in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"Oh, I should have thought of it earlier, Silver Elf, aren't you afraid that I will eat you?" Fusia lowered her head, her long pointed kiss almost touched the front of Medissa, and her huge golden pupils were almost Taller than the Medissa people, there is a pair of golden-red pupil rings inside, which seem to be burning endlessly with blazing flames. She looked at Medissa, but the latter didn't take a step back.

She looked at Hipamira aside. The priestess was looking at her curiously, as if she was comparing the difference between the Evil Dragon King and the lobsters she raised.

"Hmph, the Silver Elf is still so boring."

Fusia snorted and raised her head proudly again. She stretched out a claw, and a small silver card was spinning on the tip of the sharp claw.

This action attracted the attention of Medissa and Hipamira. As planeswalker creatures, they knew exactly what that card was.

Fusia turned around: "It looks like you recognize it. This thing?"

"Destiny Cards."

"Ah——! It is indeed called this name, but compared with the name itself, it has a much deeper meaning. Little one, do you know why it is called this name?" Fucia looked down and leered. With two people. asked in a haughty tone.

An ordinary person might be secretly angry because of such a tone, but Medissa knew that it was the nature of the dragons. When these proud big lizards faced all races other than themselves, they always had a feeling that seemed to be different from theirs. Innate sense of superiority.

She would not be angry because of such a trivial matter. As for Hipamila, this optimistic girl did not feel anything wrong with Fossia's tone at all.

Medissa shook her head: "What secret does it have, dear Lady Phocia?"

"Didn't your planeswalker master tell you?"

Medissa shook her head again. She is very humble, because her master is not actually a real planeswalker. A real planeswalker often has to go through a long period of learning and growth (this is Tumen's original words), and Bran At most it was a crash course.

Fucia wanted to say something sarcastic, but she suddenly felt a little uninterested, and her golden eyes dimmed. She sighed and said: "The inheritance of planeswalkers was once the top inheritance in the world. They are Warnd The most powerful and legendary group of people, we are fortunate to be the last generation of planeswalkers in this world. However, we have to watch it fade and decline from the history of this world, and never see a trace again. This is not a kind of Unlucky."

After hearing this sigh, Medissa felt a little touched in her heart. She asked: "Dear Ms. Foccia, actually I also have this question in my mind. I once thought Odin was the only planeswalker in the world. , after his death, the inheritance of planeswalkers was cut off. But later I realized that this was a inheritance that lasted for several epochs.

Strong men like you, Lord Tumen, and Lord Trishman maintain its existence. But why is it dying today, thousands of years later? Could it be said that the Lord is the only one who can be recognized by Warende? "

"You're half right, little one," Fusia replied: "The planeswalker is so powerful, but the conditions for becoming it are also so harsh. Coupled with the silence of the gods, the power that can maintain this network has been It is very weak, and in fact, your lord is not the only inheritance of the planeswalkers, because his appearance can only be said to be an accident."

"what do you mean--?"

"Planeswalkers is a strict system, which can be said to be simple, because its members do not need to specialize in magic skills, spells and gestures like mortal wizards. Those are the passwords to connect to the magic network. Planeswalkers do not Passwords are needed, and they are the masters of the magical network, and even higher networks, so wizards can only use it, but planeswalkers can create it.”

"But it can also be said to be harsh, because in order to become a planeswalker, you must first have authority. What is authority? In the golden age of elves, blood is everything. The strict class determines a person's position in life. You are the manager. (people of gods), warriors (people of gold), or citizens (people of silver), and insects like the people of black iron are heretics in our eyes, almost no different from monsters, or in other words, they themselves They are monsters that are thought to be created, just look at those Bronze Generation monsters.”

"A thousand years have passed, and I didn't expect that your opinion has not changed, Ms. Fucia." Medisa replied somewhat unhappily.

The giant dragon with seven horns slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, little princess. I have changed a lot. I no longer hate mortals as much as I used to. We have failed. I will not be like a nagging person." You remember the past like an old woman, but it’s just a statement of fact that you can’t accept.”

"You are saying that the Lord has the blood to become a planeswalker, but he is just an ordinary mortal."

"He is special, I said. And mortals are highly malleable. This is why Lord Martha's plan can be successful. No matter how glorious the golden age is, it has failed. No matter how weak mortals are, they have infinite potential. It is possible that they can be free from the constraints of this world, and one day, they can become the masters of this world."

"If you had thought that way at the time, Lord Odin might not have died because of it. The war might not have broken out. Pride and prejudice breed hatred. So many people died. How sad."

"That's just a possibility, it's just a small thing. If a mortal wants to get to that point, there is still a lot to do, but the future is bleak, and every step may be doomed. There is even some wishful thinking. Dusk now has a will, do you think it Will you really let go of the mortal world?"

"Lord, he will destroy that will."

"But what about your lord himself? If he wants to kill Dusk, he must have the highest authority to control Martha, take the final step, climb to the top of the world, receive the blessings of the gods, and become the crowned champion. Master - But. Little girl, order is immortal. Dusk is immortal, this is a dead end."

Medissa was silent.

Fusia shook her head: "I didn't want to discuss these with you originally. These are ancient topics that have lasted for thousands of years. The gods and people argued about this back then, and there has been no result yet. But those who once argued about it. Now they have all fallen one by one, leaving only a world riddled with holes. If those great beings cannot save this world, how can we be so virtuous and capable that we can call ourselves the savior?"

"You are too presumptuous, Ms. Foccia," Medissa replied with a frown.

The former smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe, after Odin's death, now I am just a paper framer. I promised Odin to help the Buga people guard the Great Glacier. Now that the seal of the will of dusk has been unlocked, every scene after that This war may be my last battle, so I have long wanted to see my old comrades."

As he spoke, the aloof Evil Dragon King actually sighed.

Medisa lowered her head, and her mood seemed a little depressed. She thought of the heroes who fought alongside her in the Battle of the Saints. How many of them are still left in this world now?

As if feeling the emotions of the two of them, Hipamilla pushed the little silver elf princess's arm with some worry, as if to tell the former to cheer up.

"Thank you, Hipamila, it's okay with me." Medissa felt the comfort from the priestess and turned back to smile at her.

The priestess responded with a kind smile.

"Dear Ms. Foccia," Medissa raised her head again and asked, "Then what is your instruction in calling us here?"

Phoscia turned back and stared at the mountains that glowed silvery white in the sky under the moonlight - that was actually Leviathan's body, the huge thing was split in two from the middle, as if it were the valley between the two peaks - Of course, that is not the body of the giant beast Leviathan, but its projection summoned by the Crystal Clan in this world, but even if it is just a projection, it is still so spectacular.

The Evil Dragon King remained silent for a long time, as if he saw his future from the fate of this Leviathan.

After a long time, she turned back, looked at Medissa and the two of them and said: "Originally, I thought that the fire of the planeswalker lineage would sleep in the eternal darkness with me, but I didn't expect that Lord Martha would not make this world complete in the end. Losing hope, at least at the last moment, she sent you and your master to me.”

Phoscia paused for a moment: "Medissa, if I remember correctly, you should be called this name, and the one with Himmelud is you——"

"Lady Foccia?"

"Don't interrupt, little girl, your power is still too weak and cannot be considered the power of a real planeswalker at all, but I can feel from it that your master has gained some true meaning about the power of creation. Maybe one day, he will really grow up, but there is not much time left for him, and there is not much time left for me.”

The evil dragon king raised his head high and replied in a clear tone:

"As a senior planeswalker, let me teach you how to use the Destiny Card."

Thousands of miles away, Tumen's old face was criss-crossed with wrinkles, and the blood-red pupils in his sunken eye sockets, which were transformed like agate, reflected the pair of siblings in front of him:

"Death Moon, interesting."

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