In the end, the father of Zhiyang rested in peace.
Roland watched helplessly as his giant, which seemed to be taller than the sky, turned into dust, falling like an avalanche with a silent but mighty momentum.
——The lord of the old era, the king of the fire element, has fallen.
After realizing this, an unexpected and incomprehensible grief suddenly surged in Roland's heart.
It was like seeing a lofty mountain suddenly collapse, or the feeling of emptiness when a thousand-year-old dam was finally washed away.
Everything is empty, everything is dead.
Roland understood the meaning of this sentence again.
Not only life - the world itself is so fragile, and the days of decay and destruction seem to be right in front of us. When the last days come, when the angel's trumpet blows, everything tied to the past will be destroyed in an instant.
The silver-gray flames in Roland's eyes gradually subsided and returned to his eyes again.
After seeing the mighty power of the Everlasting Master, his hoard was full, and the divine grace, like a calm sea, began to stir again.
Bathed in the ashes of the great man's remains, an ash-like color slowly ignited in Roland's eyes.
The flames once regarded Roland as their craziest and closest friend. At this moment, when their king fell, the voices of the flames who were killed by the Everlasting Mentor murmured in Roland's ears, like the most nagging old man.
Thinking of the greatness of the father of the sun in the past.
Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank. As lifeless flames like ashes ignited in his eyes, the illusion of the past unfolded before Roland's eyes.
A giant with six spiral wings behind him, a body made of pure flames covered under golden-red armor, squatted on the ground, and opposite him was a black silhouette whose face was completely unclear. The fire at that time
The elemental plane burned quietly with flames, and there was nothing special about it.
A gentle and warm voice sounded from the giant's mouth: "You are right, Naraku."
"I have also seen evil under the sun: there is evil where justice is symbolized, and there is evil where justice is exercised. I also know that you also want to tell us lords that although we are born extraordinary, we are no different from all living beings.
Just as all sentient beings die, we also die... We all come from the Father God Aum, and will eventually turn into dust and feed back to the Fauns, allowing this endless cycle to run forever."
"They were all arrogant when they were alive, but in the end they all became dead... They were always going to die. Their lives were meaningless, but they didn't know it."
The giant's voice was calm and sad: "Those who are still alive have some hope. After all, even a living lamb is better than a dead lion. Although the living know that they will die, the dead do not
Nothing is known anymore. Their names are not remembered. Their love, their hate, their jealousy, their mourning, have all turned into nothing. Everything done under this sun will no longer exist.
Their share."
"——Naraku, my friend. With all due respect, in my opinion, what you did is such a cruel thing. Why don't you let them live forever, so maybe the world will be much cleaner."
"You need not be sad or confused, Nogales."
An emotionless, indifferent voice with overlapping echoes sounded in the air, interrupting the giant's words: "Let me tell you a story... a story that Father God Om told me."
"That was at dusk before all the civilizations in this world were swallowed up. There were some relatively backward civilizations whose resources on their home planet had been exhausted, but they had not yet developed the technology for real interstellar immigration... So, they
We had no choice but to put the best people in their only backward spaceship and let them drift with the tide, hoping to find a guide or inspector before the energy ran out."
"Among them, the most painful group is the so-called 'relay generation'. They had already left their home planet when they were born. They don't know what color the sun is, they have never touched the earth, and they have never touched the earth.
They can't recite poetry... and the most desperate thing is that most of them will never arrive in this life. They were born in the void and died in the void. Their lives are wasted in nothingness, the only
Our mission is to pass on the glory of the past and let future generations remember history and a history that can never be forgotten—"
Naraku read in an indifferent but powerful voice: "I know that the lives of most people in this world are meaningless and will be destroyed in the void; I also know that the meaning of most of them living is to suffer. But the meaning of life
The meaning is that the sins they suffered will always be less suffered by future generations."
"Stop thinking about eternal life, my friend. Just live peacefully in the present," Naraku's plain and emotionless voice sounded in Roland's ears, "Father God Aum said, everything is
No fixed number. Just do it with your heart——"
Only halfway through Naraku's last words, the illusion came to an abrupt end. It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly pulled Roland out of the illusion.
His eyes went blank at first, and then new images gradually appeared, like a TV with poor signal.
The mentor's right hand seemed to be holding something. She stood in front of Roland, with the coffin lid slowly closing behind her. On the ground, there was no ashes left after the death of the Balrog.
Roland suddenly understood why his illusion ended suddenly and why the Sleeping Master asked Roland to summon the coffin.
She needs to take away the body of her old friend.
"Roland, the abyss cannot be left unwatched."
The mentor's voice rang in Roland's ears, recalling Roland's thoughts: "Although this place has been frozen by the underworld, now that the Balrog is dead, it needs a new watcher to prevent it from being invaded by Higgs."
Silent pollution.”
Roland raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He already understood what the mentor meant. Rather, a saint never hides what he is thinking, but it is limited to his knowledge and vision, so he may not be able to guess it.
It seems that the "immortality" she mentioned to her mentor at that time still made her mentor extremely worried... Yes, her old friend was tainted by Dusk because of her desire for immortality. In the end, her mentor had to take action to understand him personally. Mentor Changmian was naturally worried.
Roland followed the same path as Nogals.
But what the instructor didn't understand was that the kind of immortality Roland told her was not the kind of immortality she thought...
Feeling clear of guilt, Roland nodded in agreement. Before Roland could swear, the instructor directly pressed the pattern on Roland's forehead with the palm of his right hand.
The golden lines from the Covenanter started from the mentor's right hand and were branded on Roland's forehead. The dark red lines were gradually washed away into silver gray, burned into Roland's skin and carved into his bones.
However, Roland is still not a lord. After all, he has not yet entered the Supreme Spire, and the miracles he performs only rely on the authority of Kabbalah triggered by faith.
However, Mentor Longsleep never doubted that Roland would become the greatest lord.
Not because of the predictions of hindsight, but because of her own judgment.
"I'm waiting for the day when you become the lord of Farnes, Roland."
The instructor murmured, and his figure gradually faded into the void. Roland's expression became peaceful.
"I will never let you down. My mentor."
Roland murmured, and the surrounding space moved vaguely.