With curiosity and yearning for the world, the girls are about to fall into an exquisite trap woven by fate. They don't know that any omens have been laid as early as the beginning of the century. In the ruins of this lonely and dilapidated city
The long years spent in it are peaceful and boring, and their essence is like a closed and fragile egg shell, which will always be broken by some strong force from the outside world. However, before that day really comes, the girls are still interested
Actively discussing the accidental variables in life, discussing his identity, guessing his purpose of coming, and thinking about how to ask him in order to learn all the information about that distant and mysterious civilization from his mouth.
St. Charlia indulged these simmering curiosity. At that time, she had devoted most of her energy to the control center, trying to fill the vacancies after the departure of Themis in the heaven, and had no time to care about it. Carabosse said this
She was worried and mentioned more than once the admonition left by her mother before she fell asleep, hoping that everyone could stay rational and not be dazzled by too much emotion. In addition, she also mentioned some premonition that the long night
It is about to be broken, and the light of dawn seems to be close at hand.
Pereke asked her, isn't this a good thing?
"That may not be the case." Carabosse said meaningfully: "Darkness is unbearable for some people, but for others, it is the cradle of silence and shelter."
Therefore, the light that pierced the dark night can actually be understood as a forceful invasion that broke the original tranquility.
However, no matter how worried Carabosse was, the passage of time never changed due to any will. Therefore, a month later, the human arrived as scheduled and bowed his head outside the Temple of Heaven, as devoutly as a pilgrim.
Believers. The long-dusted door opened again, welcoming the first visitor after the end of the old century. He walked on this land known as the Holy Land of God, marveled at the magnificence and splendor of the surrounding buildings, but was also moved by it.
I feel puzzled by the decadent aura emanating from their bones.
If these buildings are intact, then the city below is indeed worthy of the beautiful reputation it has enjoyed for hundreds of millions of years. However, what kind of force broke the peace here, causing high-rise buildings to collapse, buildings to break, and even the streets to collapse.
It suddenly sank ten centimeters and was occupied by weeds and vines? Or, this is the original appearance of the Holy Land of God, and it was the great goddess who used it to remind all living beings: amidst the desolation, there must be something.
Life; only after destruction can there be new life?
With all kinds of doubts, he walked to the center of the city. Under the towering shadow of the Game Command headquarters building, he met the children of God who had been waiting for a long time. They are the masters of the dreamland, the gods who listen to wishes, and everything
The mysterious kingship.
Fourteen girls surrounded this dusty but resolute human being in the middle, looking at him with eyes that were either direct or implicit, scrutinizing or sizing up, curious or doubtful. They all had many questions they wanted to ask, but in
Before that, I chose to give the other party the right to speak, wanting to hear what he said first.
"My name is Tumi."
The man's words were concise and to the point: "I'm here to see the great goddess, and I want to beg her to send down her divine power to help us and other humans survive the disaster."
The man has long, withered hair, his skin has become rough from years of wind and snow, and he wears traveler-style clothes that can only be described as simple, easily reminiscent of ascetics commonly seen in religious stories.
Or the image of a hermit monk. Only his eyes are bright and full of brilliance of determination and awareness. The first moment anyone sees these black eyes, the same thought will appear in their mind: This is a man with determination and enlightenment.
People of faith.
It was that belief that supported him through the long journey and the vicissitudes of time, and finally arrived here.
Faced with such a human being, even Carabosse, who originally disagreed with him entering the Temple of Heaven, changed his mind slightly and did not adopt his usual harsh and harsh attitude. He just calmly replied: "Mother, you have spent too much time on creating the world."
He has so much power and is sleeping. He may not wake up easily until the most critical moment."
These were the goddess's original words before she fell asleep. Carabosse only repeated them without any exaggeration or modification.
After hearing this, the man named Tumi was silent for a long time. He did not show any disappointment or pain, but said softly and firmly: "In that case, please allow me to plead again. May all of you inherit the power of God.
The young queen can send down divine power to help us and other human beings survive the disaster."
He also repeated the original words just now and changed the object of his plea from the goddess to the queens.
But Carabosse couldn't help but frown: "How did you know the identity of Mother and us?"
Adhering to the concept of "letting mortal civilization go its own way", the goddess has never appeared in front of mortals since the creation of the century, and has not passed down any legends or beliefs to prevent her existence from having too much impact on the path of mortal civilization.
And the young queen has been living in the Temple of Heaven since she had consciousness, separated by an entire universe from the Mirror Star. In this case, where did this man named Tumi learn about it?
What about the existence of the goddess and the maiden’s royal power?
"Dream." The man still answered with a simple sentence: "I know it from the dream, so I came here to verify it."
Dream?
Carabosse's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he subconsciously turned his gaze to the gray-haired girl diagonally opposite. If we were talking about understanding dreams, no one in the world should know it better than her. In fact, she had entered it many times in the past.
In other people's dreams, he only wanted to satisfy his curiosity and desire to explore. However, facing Carabosse's questioning eyes, the gray-haired girl just shook her head slowly, indicating that this matter had nothing to do with her.
She can only enter other people's dreams, but cannot control the content of dreams.
Carabosse looked back and asked, "What did you dream about?"
"Gods, magic, and the great creation." Tumi said calmly: "Among the thousands of possibilities of destiny, I saw the only one, and it was also the one I chose. I am in the never-ending
In the void, I glimpsed the supreme and glorious figure of the god, understood the mystery of the magic whip, and was shocked by the creation that surpassed the limit of the imagination of living beings. I am convinced that this is a prophecy, a revelation from God, and a decision from the heart.
It is also the only way that can get my people out of the current predicament. For this reason, I must shoulder my destined responsibility and bring hope back to that land."
Perhaps because everything he saw in the dream was too profound, even this taciturn man couldn't help but speak for a long time, allowing Carabosse to roughly understand the whole story. She asked: "So,
Did you get the identity of the young queen, the location of the Heavenly Temple, and even the method of taming the extraterrestrial beasts from your dream?"
Tumi nodded silently.
This is a bit magical. Is it really possible to predict the future? Including Carabosse, the eyes of all the girls fell on their eldest sister. When it comes to "prediction" and "future"
, and even when it comes to that incredible "destiny", only she has the authority.
Do they know that fate, like time, is not a concept, but the state of a concept?
Only Saint Xalia knew. She shook her head silently and did not answer the sisters' doubts. Instead, she opened her mouth and asked the visitor from afar in a soft and friendly tone. She did not hesitate because of the difference in identity between the two parties.
Feeling superior, even the address is honorific: "Mr. Tumi, you have mentioned many times that your tribe is suffering. Can you tell us what is going on?"
She immediately asked the most important part.
Tumi let out a breath silently. He knew that his next words might determine the outcome of this journey. Therefore, even though he was so calm, he could not help but feel a little nervous. Fortunately, his ability to organize language did not depend on his inner thoughts.
Nervous and shaken, on the contrary, he felt that his thoughts were becoming clearer and his narrative was organized and logical: "...Since the beginning of ancient times and the founding of civilization, there have never been wars over territory and resources.
Pause. Over the past ten thousand years, various tribes have arisen, each with its own differences and powers. Giant dragons occupy the snowy mountains, and giants rule the valleys. Bahamut, the infinite dragon god, and Shirter, the ancient giant king, are respectively their lords.
Their bodies are tough and their spirits are strong, and they can fight the wind and snow and tear the earth apart; the three major elven clans of feather elves, dust elves and mirror elves respect their respective kings and represent the will of the plain, sky and ocean respectively. They fight with each other with their spirituality.
He is active and dedicated to studying skills, and has accumulated over a long period of time. He can be called the sect of magic; the rest also include vampires, werewolves, harpies, gray dwarves and other races, all of which have their own strengths. Even if they cannot compete for dominance over one party, they can still
Protect yourself.”
"Only we humans have no physical strength, no mental perseverance, no independence of will, no spiritual acumen. We cannot even master the most basic magic. We can only rely on the knowledge passed down from generation to generation and tenacious vitality.
Living in the cracks between various races, struggling to survive. Even so, they were also deeply troubled by monsters and evil creatures, suffered from natural disasters and disasters, and were helpless. Three hundred years ago, dragons and giants fought against each other for hegemony of the continent.
The attack, triggered by the battle between the infinite dragon god Bahamut and the ancient giant king Shirter, ignited the prelude to turmoil. Various tribes either feed on humans and are barbaric and cruel;
Drive them wantonly; or control people as soldiers and turn them into ashes... In the past three hundred years, the human population has dropped sharply, to 10% to 70%. If it continues for a long time, it may be destroyed."
"I sincerely know that my Majesty and you, the queens and queens, are unwilling to interfere in the world's disputes; however, for the survival of the human race like us, we can only grasp this only hope and ask for it shamelessly."
After Tumi finished speaking, his knees slightly bent, as if he wanted to bow his head to show his sincerity, but Xino noticed his move keenly, silently summoned a breeze to hold him up, and then sighed silently.
In one breath, she couldn't tell whether this statement was true or false, but the sincerity, grief, anger, anxiety and expectation in Tumi's words couldn't be false.
This is Mother’s sanctuary. Everything is as transparent as glass and as fragile as bubbles. If you have any thoughts of disrespect, concealment, lies or blasphemy, you cannot step into this place. Otherwise, even if the young queens do not
If you take action, every plant, tree, ray of sunlight, and even a speck of dust in this city will spontaneously expel the disrespectful person and ruthlessly expose his disguise.
However, precisely because what Tumi said was true, the young queens looked at each other and were at a loss, especially those girls who were most interested in mortal civilization: Ovela, Lilithi, Feier and others.
, it even gave rise to a trance-like feeling like falling into a dream, and I couldn't believe everything I heard.
Hundreds of tribes are fighting, turmoil is rife, natural and man-made disasters are raging, death and war are spreading. From mortals to gods, everyone is unleashing their desires and ambitions in this chaotic whirlpool, and all of this is just to compete for the so-called
Continental hegemony? But where is the intelligent, kind and creative mortal race created by Mother? Where is the prosperous and glorious mortal civilization mentioned in the books? They imagined that full of vitality and vitality, giving birth to
Where is the beautiful world where grasslands and forests grow along the earth and ocean, where all life can pursue freedom, and where all mortals can live in harmony?
Could it be that it is just an illusory vision that does not actually exist?
The world they are protecting does not seem to be as beautiful as they imagined... The girls realized this belatedly.
The atmosphere was a little depressed for a while, and no one spoke. Until Tumi couldn't bear the long silence, and was about to speak to the young queens to clarify that he was not lying and everything was the truth, Carabosse suddenly asked: "What did you just say?
It is said that humans are the only race among hundreds of races that cannot use magic. Is this true?"
Tumi was slightly startled, and then replied with great seriousness: "There is absolutely no lies."
If not, how could human beings end up like this? From Tumi's own understanding, human beings may not be as good as dragons and giants in physical and mental toughness and mental perseverance, but they are far behind in diligence, hard work and fertility.
More than that; although they do not have the gorgeous skills of using magic as an art like that of the three major elves, they are born with a spirit of exploration and knowledge, and pay more attention to pragmatism, rather than being flashy; although they do not have the skills of vampires, werewolves and other races.
The surname is the family consciousness of the alliance, but the inheritance method across blood lines can allow knowledge and experience to be passed down from generation to generation, until a city-state is formed and a country is established... Human beings possess many talents that other races cannot match.
Only the magic is missing.
This was the only flaw, but it cost mankind everything.