Although the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn's idea of imprisoning him in a cage based on Roman's body and Constance's kind personality failed completely, she at least got one thing right.
After all, it is impossible for the power of chaos to be completely brought into the world of Warnde, let alone materialized within the laws of tiamat. Because the entire Warnde cannot withstand the will of dusk, even if everything in Warnde is drained away
Even magic and laws cannot reproduce one percent of the power of the Twilight Dragon.
This is an existence that even the people of the gods must be in awe of.
How can a few mere mortals treat it as if it were nothing?
The unrivaled power swept across the entire elemental barrier, but 'Roman' soon noticed Brando, who was suspended in the void and seemed unaffected. She saw with her own eyes that her pressure penetrated
The person's body, but as if there was nothing there, it swept over without any hindrance.
"Huh?"
She let out a soft sigh and felt the 'green' in her hand become slightly warm.
At this moment, Brando's mind was in chaos.
It was as if many memories came rushing in, turning into chaotic fragments and pictures that kept flashing before his eyes. It was like a fast-forward movie, and the picture switching speed was fast enough to make people dizzy and dizzying.
The scene in Butchi, in Riedenberg, in Prague is like a life-and-death struggle in a dark forest, and sometimes it is a banquet under dim light, with glasses of wine intertwined and shadows of people looking forward to it.
Or the mountainous area of Golan-Elsen, with the gentle slopes of black pine forests reflecting the starry sky, castles, manors, marching teams, people and horses, wind lanterns hanging on the saddles, and silent knights wearing metal masks.
.
It was like Ampelsel and Fir Castle, the conspiracy behind the thick curtain. He heard voices arguing. Her Royal Highness's voice, the voice of the staff lady, Freya's voice, and finally all kinds of voices.
There was a buzzing sound, which annoyed him greatly.
But even in such a chaotic light and shadow, his heart surprisingly calmed down.
He remembered something.
Turaman told him... Martha hopes that the people of the Black Iron can fight and defeat the Twilight, but this hope is so illusory, as if it is just a depressing despair from every aspect.
This is an era that belongs to mortals.
Everything he was familiar with, whether it was Princess Griffin, His Royal Highness the little prince, the Valkyrie of Eruin who followed her past, and the somewhat overly serious staff lady.
Or that a bar was reopened in the Mintai area. Leto, the copper dragon who smiled every time he saw him, and everyone. He saw the crystal pendant that held the heart of Sifah in his memory.
Chiara who was pressed into her palm, Faina who was furious in her family's castle, and the Choco knight who admired him a little...
Many, many people...
He hopes that all of this can be preserved. He does not agree with Constance's ideas, nor does he agree with the tree shepherd's methods. Perhaps Odin, the dragon of darkness, has noble intentions to protect the world, but his methods are also inconsistent.
It must be correct.
He believed in himself and Martha. He believed that players could defeat the Twilight Dragon even in the game, and he believed that he could do the same in this world.
But this moment.
But he had doubts.
Because he understood deeply that deep down in his heart, he also lacked confidence.
What if I am wrong? Faced with the terrifying power at this moment, how can a weak mortal resist? Maybe the Silver Queen, Odin, and the Tree Shepherd are not wrong...
Because maybe Lady Martha is really wrong.
A different path should have been chosen from the beginning.
He was confused, but Bai's voice in his mind seemed a little anxious: "Brando, you bastard, wake up!"
What this elf lady regrets most now is that she shouldn't have been so aggressive in the first place and allowed Brando to isolate himself in a corner of his spiritual world, so that now the sky is not responding and the earth is not working.
Because she has lost the ability to pry into the other party's inner world. She doesn't know what kind of state Brando is in now, but this guy dares to be in a daze in front of the Twilight Dragon. She really doesn't know whether to be angry with herself or not.
It's better to hang the opponent up and give him a good beating.
It's a pity that Brando obviously couldn't understand the anxiety in this lady's heart, so that all her calls came to nothing.
She looked in the direction of the Dusk Dragon.
'Miss Merchant' broke free from the arms of Dragon Queen Gwendolyn with a slight effort. To be precise, the latter had difficulty maintaining her previous posture. As the person closest to 'Roman', she naturally bore the brunt and was the most injured.
awful.
At this moment, she had lost the ability to maintain her original shape and returned to a weak human form. She closed her eyes tightly, and her forehead was covered with blood. It slid down her cheeks and turned into blood beads floating on the weightless surface.
in the universe.
She lost an arm, and the blood from the broken area flowed outward like a waterfall. The golden blood shone under the rising morning sun on the horizon of Warnd.
The Dragon of Dusk held her chin. Gwendolyn had already lost consciousness. She had no idea how many bones in her body were broken. She could only weakly let the former hold up her head. She could not stop bleeding.
It poured out from her mouth and flowed into 'Roman's' hands, but the latter didn't care.
She gently stretched out her finger and wiped it on the Dragon Queen's lips. There was a golden color on her finger, then she put it to her lips, stretched out her tongue and licked it.
In front of her, a black cocoon of light appeared in front of her. Inside the cage, which was only larger than a fist, it turned out to be Miss Goblin.
Tata looked at her with a pale face, but Roman used his other hand to throw away the unconscious Dragon Queen. She held up her palm, and in her palm was the shining golden slate.
She stared at the stone slab in a daze and sighed: "How can I let you play Odin's old trick again, let alone a thousand years or decades, it is just a breath of time for me.
It’s hard to understand your mentality of hanging on for dear life.”
"But I'm very worried about Martha's tricks behind the scenes, so I won't give you this opportunity."
"Ms. Martha has been your opponent for several epochs. During the time when she was still in this world, you have never defeated her." Miss Goblin said with a pale face: "How is your insulting your mother different from insulting yourself?
?You can kill all of us at any time, as a higher-level existence. What's the point of humiliating us..."
"Indeed," Roman replied: "This is the source of the anger in my heart. Emotion is really a very unnecessary thing. I wonder if I did something wrong. But fortunately, the winner has been decided."
There was dead silence all around.
The Elf Queen coughed and turned her gaze to Airanta on the other side. The sage frowned, but shook his head at her, signaling her not to act rashly.
Bai's heart sank.
At the last moment of this world, what she thought of was not Loki's mercury staff. Nor was it the eternal thing of Osopa'a.
What she saw before her eyes was that ethereal, pale, elf-like quiet face.
That's her concubine sister.
The name is Medisa.
"Little guy, if you don't respond anymore, we will all have to be buried with you..."
she murmured.
But this sentence seemed to have some effect.
Brando's index finger moved slightly, his eyelids raised a gap, and he felt that something had some kind of connection with him.
that's light
Immaculately white.
There was a soft sound of "wow", and even the Dusk Dragon who was mocking others couldn't help but turn around. Everyone saw a bright brilliance rising from the darkness.
Those are a pair of wings.
It protects Brando, piece by piece, and each piece is like the newly born light of heaven and earth.
Warnd, such a world was born in the light. Life was born from the water. It multiplied on the earth, was protected by the wind, and was endowed with wisdom by the fire, and the mortal world became.
First is water.
The Ice Orb and the Sword of the Shallow Sea emerged from behind Brando, and a blue light flashed from the land of Warnd. William, who was trekking toward a certain rift valley in the large glacier, suddenly saw the entire fault zone glowing.
Blue light. Then there was a long roar, and he saw a blue light rising into the sky from the rift valley.
The mage leader raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The blue light formed an ancient rune, taking shape behind Brando
It is a ring-shaped eye, symbolizing the pursuit of knowledge and truth.
"Eye of the Observer!" Bai was the first to react.
Then comes the earth.
The gray emblem of Gaia takes shape.
Finally there is fire.
That's the golden flame, surrounded by two snakes inside.
The three holy swords echoed each other, but the light feathers behind Brando flicked, and white feathers fell on the three runes one after another, and a network seemed to be formed in the flickering light. Within this huge network
In the middle, the three ancient runes return to each other.
"This..." Miss Tata was stunned in the cage.
"This is the Wings of Light! How is it possible? When did Lady Martha leave such a promise on Mr. Brando...!" The Elf Queen couldn't help blurting out. She coughed twice, and then said in disbelief.
: "All the peoples of eternity, all the kings of eternity. This is the supreme word..."
"I gave you wings made of light, and then I allowed you to be king." Bai muttered to himself: "What the hell, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such a talent..."
"... We are still searching hard, but Mr. Brando is clearly right in front of us. Lady Martha, this is really... really..."
Brando seemed to be deaf to everything in the outside world.
He raised his head, his eyes blank, and stretched out his right hand.
It was all just a moment
The verdant tree flew out of Roman's hand. The Dragon of Dusk subconsciously wanted to hold it, but to no avail. This natural scepter seemed to be unaffected by all rules and power. It came to Brando's hands without hesitation.
.
That is the power of life.
‘So the world became’
Brando looked at the Dragon of Dusk and said calmly: "The next time we meet, it will be when we settle the accounts."
"Yellow-twilight-the-dragon."
The cage surrounding Tata was shattered.
At this moment, the golden book in the hands of the businesswoman shone with dazzling brilliance...
"Lord Airanta! Her Majesty the Queen!" Miss Elf jumped up and shouted these words with all her strength: "...Complete the seal!"
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(PS: It’s the end of the month, please give me a monthly ticket. Friends, if you stay any longer, you will get moldy. In addition, some readers are asking about the progress of the book. I can only say that it is not finished yet. Generally speaking, I am still making progress, not like you.
It's so unexpected as I imagined, and what needs to be explained will be explained later. I think the ending is quite perfect, and there won't be any inexplicable situations.) (To be continued.)
