Act 312 Uncertain Fate I

The enemy we are facing may be the most ferocious and terrifying opponent in this era. Its existence is far from conquering, nor is it for domination and profit grabbing: the destruction brought by dusk is pure, and it will return Warnd's eternal life to chaos, just as its believers in the mortal world claim ——The last judgment and the end of time.

——Silver Scholar, Judd J. Robanriel

And this is the era where dusk comes to this, in the face of heavy reality, so that everyone hesitates to move forward. This is the common opponent that mankind has faced for six generations. However, even the gods have failed time and time again. How can the mortals born in black iron raise their hands and feet in front of it?

Everyone looked solemn. Even Brando tightened his facial lines and pursed his lips silently into a straight line.

"The Dragon of Dusk has mastered the bloodline of the ancestors, and its goal is the ultimate secret of our world——"

"Are we still in time?"

Jerac's lips were chapped, but his face looked a little calm.

"That's just right!" Fang Qi, on the other hand, seemed a little strangely excited. This genius of Gui Che's lineage seemed to be in his old ways at this moment, pacing back and forth feverishly: "I have long been tired of repeating the days day after day. Well, to be honest, I’m tired of all the trivial calculations between my family and Huang Huo and the others——"

Fang Qi waved his hand: "...and this is what I want. Regarding the mystery of the emerald and everything behind it, Miss Delphine, do you still remember what I said to you?"

There was obviously a ray of fire in his dark eyes - looking at everyone, and then at Brando: "If we can't personally participate in it, it will be the biggest regret in our lives, Brando, I believe you, How about taking us to create a miracle—"

Brando ignored the old-fashioned guy and only asked Jerak: "I want to hear your opinion."

Gerak also set his sights on Brando.

"Go forward, or die, but this is the only chance. We have some reasons why we have to do it. Above the blue sea of ​​Anglia, we see the sunrise and bathe in the sunshine. Everything below, and the sunrise we see today. It may be our last glimpse of the past, the sunset of the past, and the long night of Warnd is approaching."

"But the endless darkness is not the long night. The long night is the waiting before the day comes." Brando replied.

"Maybe, but that's up to you and me."

Jerak coughed violently. It clenched its hand into a fist and pressed it against its chest.

"Mr. Gerak, is that secret right here?"

"Yes, it is exactly the goal of Arkanto, Frofa, and 'us'——"

"So, what exactly is the Seat of Ending?"

Jerak shook his head weakly.

"No one knows what it is, Mr. Brando, I don't know, Akentu doesn't know, and neither does the Twilight Dragon."

"It may be just a law. It may be a kind of authority, or it may be just a nickname. Perhaps only Martha knows what it is... Master, no, the Dragon of Dusk spent countless time to get here, that The secret is placed under the ruins of the past order, in the flow of ancient time..."

Brando was silent for a moment: "How strong is Akentu now?"

Jerac looked at him with burnt yellow eyes. There was no anxiety in his eyes, but only a steely coldness.

Brando raised his head. Already understanding in his heart, he looked at the dark corridor ahead.

It stretches here, immersed in silent darkness, as if it has been here for thousands or thousands of years. It was just a moment. It will lead to an unknown and unpredictable road ahead, and the time after that may be long or short, but it is an eternal secret that no one knows.

At this moment, Brando suddenly recalled such a scene.

That holy white field. The Lord of Fire said this in his oath to humans, elves, dwarves, silver people and dragons,

His voice echoed across the wilderness, like an eternal ghost, still lingering in the hearts of future generations:

We will take this step, and after this step, we will find the path to truth, which may lead to victory or death. We have no way of knowing, but we can make a choice.

Forward, or retreat?

Brando subconsciously looked at the holy sword Odysseus in his hand. The dark blade actually shone faintly under the dim light. Every golden and red texture on the blade seemed to be... flowing.

With one common voice, tell him that answer.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Brando at this moment. They saw the young earl from Eruin lowering his head, and then raising his head again.

He looked at the dragon sitting against the wall: "Do you want it?"

Jerak shook his head. "Mr. Brando," it asked a little weakly: "I have only one last question. Can you tell me how big a chance you think there is?"

"I don't know," Brando replied, "but I think there's still a chance."

"still have a chance……"

Jerak smiled weakly: "Then leave me here. If I can still have a sweet dream in the darkness, maybe I can see Mythril."

"Jelak..." The little female dragon clenched her claws.

"No, Aloz, move forward, don't waste time."

The little female dragon wanted to say something more, but Brando held the back of her hand and dragged her forward, passing by Jerac. In the darkness, he felt Aloz struggle instinctively, but he quickly turned his hand around and clasped his hand tightly.

The others also passed by Jerac silently. Brando turned around and saw Huang Huo putting his sword on his chest and saluting him.

It was like a poem blooming in the darkness, as quiet as a trickle.

…

Akentu looked at this giant door that shone with metallic light - the scene of Martha's creation was engraved on the door. A little light slowly rose from her hand. Each beam of light was depicted by countless stretched lines and passed through Clouds and seas of fire spread across the entire world, boundless.

"Mysterious," Akentu said with a look of contempt on his face, "What is this place?"

"This is the kingdom of Martha," Gaia replied calmly: "Before falling into eternal sleep, Martha placed the supreme authority of Tiamat here. Entering here requires extremely high authority. After the age of Azure, it has been No god’s people can be allowed to enter this place.”

Arkentu hesitated for a moment when he heard the name. But the enthusiasm made it put aside its worries. It waved its paw and roared: "Open it!"

Martha has long since left this world, and the gods have fallen into a permanent sleep because Tiamat's network has exhausted their magic power. At this moment, this place is just an abandoned wasteland.

The ball of light flickered.

Arkentu immediately felt a vibration in the entire space.

It looked around with some vigilance, suspecting that the Earth Goddess had some conspiracy, but nothing unusual seemed to have happened, but suddenly a trickle of light flowed from Martha's fingertips on the giant door in front of it. Bright light spreads in all directions along the lines of the relief.

As if in an instant, the entire door shone brightly and became extremely dazzling.

"What is this!?" it asked sharply.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the dazzling light had dissipated. Arkanto found that the giant door in front of him had disappeared, and a vast and mysterious universe appeared behind it——

An ancient galaxy stretches across it in front of it, and among hundreds of billions of bright lights, among countless burning stars, there is a gem quietly placed.

It was an organic gem, to be precise, an 'amber'.

It is large in size, about several stories high, and its surface emits a soft bright yellow light as the starlight refracts from it. In the center of its irregular geometric shape, there is a dazzling shadow.

Akentu recognized it at a glance, that was exactly the shape of the Warend continent.

It was placed in the center of the world, wrapped in circles of silver protective facilities, and the light flowing in the 'amber' was like a dazzling halo. However, the light of the stars passes through this halo, making it seem to be immersed in a river of time.

At that moment, even the demon king couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's really here," Akantu's burnt yellow vertical pupils showed a hint of surprise: "The fire you carefully preserved from the past world is the only treasure of this world - the Throne of the End."

It subconsciously took a step towards the 'amber', but a figure had already passed by it - it was Frofa, who turned into a sharp arrow at this moment and shot towards the 'amber'.

She stretched out her hand as hard as she could, and her fingertips almost touched the bright surface of amber. However, the Lord of Purgatory snorted coldly at this moment.

At that moment, Frofa screamed and fell from the air as if struck by lightning. As soon as the girl landed, she hugged herself in pain - the capillaries under the skin on her arms seemed to come alive and rolled between the muscles one by one. Big beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her face was as pale as paper.

"I don't know whether to live or die." Akentu looked at her coldly and said sarcastically.

"Arkentu..." Frofa's two slender and beautiful eyebrows were almost entangled with each other. She gritted her teeth and stared at the Lord of Purgatory with blazing eyes: "You know the consequences of betraying the master. !”

Akantu choked.

It turned back and glanced at the 'amber' in a daze - that lofty throne was so charming and heart-wrenching. It was the supreme authority of the Tiamat code, and it was also the gateway to the power of existence. The only shortcut.

No wonder Isis is so obsessed with it that he even betrays his master.

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