Act Two Hundred and Forty-Three: The Mortal Curtain VI
This is the place God promised you.
It shines brightly in the sky like a stream of light.
Your wisdom surges like a flame,
Your crown is as noble as the stars;
You are the king of the ancestors and the people of God.
Blessed is everyone,
Because God and kingdom, wisdom and spirit, have all arrived.
"The Seven Lines of El Norma", Lacanto
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Constance's voice was low and long. It passed through the courtyard of the Garden of White Roses and through the forest, recounting the past sixty years ago:
"Your grandfather, Sword Master Darus, is a man of extraordinary talent and talent. He is a figure who appears once in a century. And his bloodline is equally noble. He was the promised one born in Karasu in the Year of the Flame, and is a member of the Cadilloso family.
proud"
"what about you?"
"You were born into the Cadilloso family and have received unimaginable honor and pride. You are lucky. However, you do not know how to advance or retreat. The title of Sword Saint of the Earth cannot always protect you. The Cadilloso family is
It’s nothing in front of the empire.”
"I gave you a chance, but it's a pity that you didn't cherish it."
The Silver Queen gently raised her right hand and stretched out her index finger. Her girlish fingertips were slender and long. A drop of golden blood flew out from the fingertips and blended gently into the void in front of her.
After all, mortals cannot understand this world. No matter how talented he is, just like a smart monkey can only dominate a group of monkeys, Darus was once such an excellent promise, but his future
People cannot see such a drop of blood flowing out of their own bodies. This is pure blood. How can the dirty blood flowing in the bodies of the Black Iron People be compared with the glorious and dazzling era in the past?
This is the sorrow of the world.
"That woman's bloodline has also been purified to a considerable extent." Brynhildr, the leader of the Valkyries, suddenly said. Her low and hollow voice lingered in everyone's ears like a whisper.
"It seems that Her Majesty the Queen's experiment is not without success." Charles replied.
Only Medissa didn't care about this. Constance's words made the little princess feel a little unhappy. She said: "The Lord did not rely on anyone. He didn't even know about his birth before this. He was only twenty."
Years old. This kind of experience is enough to compose an epic even among my people."
"It's not unprecedented."
"Me?" Medisa shook her head and said softly: "I am not as good as the lord. I am still a princess no matter what. The people of my tribe have put their efforts into me as much as anyone else."
Charles smiled and patted the little princess on the shoulder, and said:
"A person's life is like the stars in the sky. When we see the stars dotting the night sky, we often ignore the most dazzling light among them. However, some people are born to shine for an era."
"Fools have no way of knowing this, so history and books are filled with myths and legends."
This is a heavy time.
Mortals lost the favor of the gods.
Hundreds of millions of lights went out, and people trudged forward in the darkness with admiration for their ancestors. They built kingdoms and city-states on the basis of suffering, and lit torches in the wilderness.
The glory of civilization has been passed down after all.
But people still have nostalgia for the past in one way or another. Some people are obsessed with the past and are unable to move forward, but some people are unwilling to indulge in the memory of Enron and die.
Some people took the first steps, and some were ahead of others. It was just like this. After the Miner people, there would be four empires standing on the earth.
The names of the forerunners were carved on the stone tablets. However, after thousands of years of wind and frost, the names on the stone tablets were still blurred.
In the Temple of the Wind Queen and the Holy Palace of Faenzan, two pairs of calm eyes each showed a look of indifference. Outside the White Harbor, the bells echoed to remind the sails in the harbor to prepare to avoid the storm.
William Pist looked at the blizzard in the sky. The huge figure of the evil dragon Fosia was gradually fading away, and her voice came from the snowy wind in the sky:
"See you in the elemental realm. Buga people."
The time has come.
Over the past three hundred and seventy years, 1,847 Promised Ones have been born in Warnd, including thirteen of the Chosen Ones. In the past hundred years, this number has increased to half. Since the First Era, the course of history seems to be shining with genius.
His name, every dazzling star, has profoundly changed the trajectory of this world.
But Brando didn’t tell the Silver Queen:
This is not a sign of the repurification of mortal blood. The era of the gods has passed forever. The dragon of darkness will not come again. The country of Miner will eventually become the incomplete words on the book, a new era.
It is indeed coming, but it will not bring a glorious past.
But a bloody war.
This is the mortal war.
Brando raised the long sword, and a dazzling golden-red light emerged from the gaps between the fragments. What he cherished was not the opportunity for others to give charity, but the real people around him.
It's a pity that he won't say any of this.
Because he understands that to some people they mean nothing.
This is a truth that only a few people understand, and it is summed up by tens of thousands of bloodshed and death.
The first person to rush in front of him was the grand leader of the Flame Knights, Richard of the Empire Gate. He raised his sword, and the flame blade in his hand intersected with the knight leader's sword, and then made a sharp sound, Mars.
Shooting out from the blades of the two swords, three swords struck in succession, and the two men each took a step back.
With a crash, Prince Ogeos pulled half of his body out from under the ruins. He lifted up the stone slab and crawled out in disgrace. He looked at this scene with blood-red eyes. This was an extreme war, but he seemed to have never heard of it.
He has never suffered so much in his life, it is simply a shame and humiliation.
In Wallach, his father was still weighing on him, but here no one could control him. The reckless and flawed side of this prince's character was magnified without limit. The first thing he did was
Instead of checking the injury, he fumbled for his own sword.
"It's really blind..."
"I really don't know how to live or die..." Qian had just waved the sky back to her hand, and heard Oweina's scornful voice coming from her mind: "A mere mixed-race god and citizen of who knows how many generations.
Dare to say such arrogant words, she doesn’t know your lord at all..."
The girl suddenly stopped talking, curled her lips and said, "Humph, you are overestimating your own abilities."
Qian didn't understand what she was hearing, and now she was full of anxiety. But she found that she still couldn't help Brando. Because of the blood of God, she had been hovering at the level of the golden peak, and she didn't even have the elements of civilization. In the sky,
With help, he could barely defeat his previous opponents in the early stages of Side of Truth, but he was still powerless against those at the peak of the law or even the extreme realm.
Ovina seemed to sense her master's mood and said, "Those two idiots are obsessed with their own things. Why don't you help them?"
"Me?" The mountain girl was stunned for a moment, her amber eyes shining brightly: "Can I help the lord?"
"Well, your strength is a bit too weak. But this is normal. You don't need to be discouraged. You know, there are several extremely powerful figures in history. In fact, they are not geniuses, but through acquired efforts, they can still
Let your name be engraved in the long river of history."
"How can I help Lord Lord?" Akane asked steadily.
Ovina's shadow appeared next to her, and she glanced at the battlefield lightly: "It's very simple. They want to suppress your lord in terms of blood, why don't you fulfill their wishes and open all access channels?
.Let them see the methods of your lord."
"Open the permission channel?"
"Permission is blood, stupid girl."
"Improve my bloodline?" Qian was stunned: "How can I do it?"
"No," Oweina kept shaking her head: "Your lords are right, you are really a stupid girl. Your bloodline cannot be improved subjectively by you. I mean to let you open all access channels."
"Open all permission channels?" Qian asked again blankly.
"It's very simple. You are the Azure Knight, and your authority comes from the arbitration gate. You are originally a supervisor and manager. This is your scope of authority."
"what should I do?"
"password"
"Password?"
The Knights of the Empire Gate were fighting inextricably with Brando. Willek joined the battle group again, but the situation was equally evenly matched. It seemed that in just a few hours, the latter's strength had improved a lot.
.
Willek, who later joined the battle, couldn't help but feel terrified. This young man was really terrifying. How old was he? He had also heard rumors about Sword Master Darus sixty years ago, but could it be said that the Cadilloso family
Are all of them such perverts?
But he didn't know that Brando finally had time to consolidate the new characteristics of his space and time elements after the battle at Hanlu Manor. As an element of existential power, how could its potential be beyond the imagination of ordinary people?
Behind the two of them, Bradley and Maxili were stopped by Sidney and Veronica. When San Leo and Silver Gray Eyes Finn joined the battle, Brando suddenly stopped.
Then he had a shield in his hand.
On the shield, there are painted bright flames, a glorious temple, the highest laurel crown and the kingdom of God. A holy sword hangs alone in the sky and falls straight into the earth, as if it wants to swallow up the whole world.
Divided into two.
This shield is extremely familiar to everyone living in the center of this empire.
It is the holy shield of angels and the symbol of Rushta.
Akroma's Shield.
The moment Brando took out this shield, the expressions of all the powerful men surrounding him changed. This was a sacred object left by the Lord of Fire to the Cruz people. How could it fall into the hands of an outsider?
Richard was the first to react. He was so angry that he was about to burst out immediately, but at the last moment a strange idea suddenly flashed into his mind.
Why can he take away the Holy Shield?
This shield was placed on the Victory Square by Gilt himself, and for thousands of years, no one could come within three feet of it.
Even if the Great Holy See Valla comes in person, it will be the same.
