The earth hummed and resonated, and a long streak of lightning formed some kind of distant view in the dark sky.
"...After the war in the fifth era, the gods began to leave our world. The last one to leave was Martha. This is the Sleep of the Gods. This is the dusk predicted by the gods. They will hand over the world to
The descendants of the people of the gods, and when the blood of the people of the gods flowing on the earth becomes thinner from generation to generation, one day, the generation of gold and silver will replace them, and after the age of silver, the age of black iron will come.
…”
"...The Parliament of Truth, in order to restore the glorious era, the descendants of the people of God found a child with pure blood from the depths of the underground where Gaia's will resides. When this child was spotted by Dusk's will, Dusk hoped to pass through
She came to steal the authority that the ancestors had equal to Martha, and she projected part of her will into our world, becoming one with the child's soul..."
"...When it came, it was discovered by that will, and our plan began to take shape from that era. The child survived and was passed on from generation to generation until something happened to my parents. My father made an agreement with the four sages.
Everything happened a thousand years later, but the existence of that child was concealed until a thousand years later, your grandfather found her again on the final battlefield..."
"...You already know everything that happened after that. When the Dragon Queen's plan failed, the will of the Dragon of Dusk awakened in our world. With the blood of the ancestors, it seized the authority of our world..."
"...It found the resting place of the gods and brought them back from the void, but what it brought back was no longer the great will that favored us and protected us, but the surrendered bodies.
Due to the will of Chaos, puppets and empty shells controlled by the Dragon of Twilight, just yesterday, the stars of Owenroth were extinguished forever. Replaced by the rising constellation of Dragon God Bahamut, above
Ten thousand years later, it shines again in the sky of Warnd."
"The gods are back, but what they bring is not glory and hope, but cold and lifeless despair." Madara put down her handkerchief and replied coldly. The white handkerchief was covered with blood stains.
"This is blasphemy!" Andrea couldn't help shouting with grief and anger. Although she raised this possibility to Brando, when she really heard the truth, as a member of the Earth Legion, the gods and gods
The most devout warrior of the people, the girl couldn't help but lose control of her emotions.
In fact, Mr. Liu and others on the side were also a little in disbelief. They knew even less about the inside story of Dusk Arrival. Although they had gradually learned some things along the way, it was not so straightforward and shocking after all.
Everyone seemed a little silent. Huang Huo took two steps, stopped again, and looked at his teacher with a worried expression.
"The dragons...how are they?"
For some reason, what appeared in front of Brando's eyes was the figure of Aloz, the wayward little female dragon, as if she still had golden curly hair when Ampelsel parted with him. Her eyes were full of cunning.
of light.
But after a while, another quieter girl appeared in his thoughts. She had long snow-white hair and half-drop-shaped earrings, frowning and glaring at him.
"Human beings are shameless"
Brando suddenly felt a little empty in his heart. After being silent for a moment, he let out a long sigh.
"The dragons have no future," Queen Madala replied: "Maybe they can still survive, but without the protection of the Dragon God, their blood will soon become thinner, and new dragons will no longer be born.
.Perhaps in a thousand years, mortals will see the last dragon in this world close its eyes. Of course, if we can wait until that day..."
"So after all, what are your countermeasures?"
"Yes, in my opinion, we still have two ways to go." Queen Madala looked at him, a deep light flashed deep in her purple eyes: "One way is to restart the world, just like everyone else
As God has done in the past several eras, although the Dragon of Twilight has seized authority, we also have a new Martha. The Dragon of Twilight is sealed by the Holy One. Among the only three remaining supreme authorities, as long as
You and Isis nodded, and we started to pull it again, but it is foreseeable that in the next era, our power will be even weaker, not to mention that no one can check the power of Isis, and mortals may fight for it.
We are enslaved, but civilization can at least continue to be passed down."
"Esis came to see me," Brando replied: "She told me this, but I will not agree with it. I will not agree with this path."
"Then there is only one other way. In the prophecy, a great monarch comes to our world. He will open the treasure house of Martha and guide his people. The will of the gods will crown him on the top of the clouds.
, at that moment, the whole Warend will sing for him, defeating the dusk, and our world will usher in an extremely bright future."
Brando looked at Queen Madala, and their eyes met in mid-air. The owner of the mercury staff had a firm and unshakable will, while Brando's eyes were equally calm and calm, as if thousands of time were flowing through his eyes.
, he saw history, present and future at the same time at this moment, but there was only one answer.
He had already decided on that answer.
"If it were you, Your Majesty, what choice would you make? Just like your father?"
"No, the world now depends on your choice, Mr. Count."
Brando sighed and shook his head.
"That's how you decided?"
"I have already decided, haven't I? Your Majesty, at this moment, many people in this world are also making their own decisions. These decisions may not matter to Warnd, but in the end, they will change the course of history.
"
Queen Madara thought of Brando's previous words at this moment, but she was obviously not satisfied with that answer.
What Warnd needs is a king, not a brave warrior.
"Don't talk nonsense," she thought of her father: "I know your determination and will, but your death will not help this world. What we need is not faith and ideals, but the power to resist the dusk."
"But if we don't have faith and ideals, and the civilized world doesn't have order and compassion for the weak, even if we defeat the dusk, what's the difference between our world and chaos?"
"Don't change the subject, Your Excellency, the problem now is that we have no way to defeat Dusk!"
The queen's tone began to contain anger.
"Your Majesty," Brando's tone was very gentle: "If I were the supreme monarch in your mouth, just like the father in your memory, maybe one day the world would defeat the dusk under my rule, but next time
In an era, it will face the same dilemma as us. Do people in every era have to place their hope in a savior to save them?"
"Is this the so-called era of mortals?"
"Your Majesty," Brando sighed: "Don't forget that order is immortal and the dusk will not die. A thousand years ago, your father used his death to prove this cycle, and the country founded by the four sages is now...
What's wrong? The title of Fool is a heavy honorific, because it tells us that we need more than just sages who ushered in an era."
He shook his head: "I think we made many mistakes in the past era, and in the future I see, what people need is no longer the sages and nobles, nor the people of the gods and the gods.
In an era, the gods no longer exist, the heroes have passed away, and mortals will move forward on their own, carving out a difficult path among thorns and darkness. Perhaps that era will be very humble, and order will be like a weak candlelight in the long night, but
At least the road ahead is no longer dusk, but dawn, and hope will last forever."
"Sounds wonderful, but what about the Dragon of Dusk?"
Brando was silent for a moment, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and he seemed to see everything he had seen in the elemental realm.
He saw the expectant eyes of Miss Tata and the Holy Saints looking at him, he saw Lord Saint Osor nodding gently to him, and he even saw the majestic figure of his grandfather, the Earth Sword Master.
Old Man Darus didn't say a word, he just turned around silently, bent down and picked up his sword from the ground, leaving him with a silent back.
There was something in his eyes that was not there before, as if after getting that answer, all that was left was the determination to move forward.
"I promise you," Brando said word by word to Her Majesty Queen Madala and everyone present: "Everything I see will definitely come true."
Queen Madara subconsciously wanted to retort.
But when she saw Brando's expression, her words lost their power and turned pale, and she closed her mouth silently.
"I promise you, Sophia."
"everything will get better"
In the darkness, two tall figures turned around and walked resolutely toward the outside of the hall. There, the Miner guards stood still, and among the army, Trishman and Tumen were waiting.
"I believe you, teacher."
A somewhat green voice replied.
Huang Huo walked to Brando, holding a sword in her hand, and answered without any doubt.
"I believe you too, sir." Andrea whispered behind Brando: "I have seen the darkest times. The battle seems to never end. We have won again and again, but the hope is getting slimmer and slimmer.
, and finally, you are back, I believe you must be the one who comes to give us hope."
Neither Mr. Liu nor Philip spoke. One of them did not understand the words, and the other always seemed indifferent to all this. Delphine frowned uncharacteristically and remained silent, as if thinking about something.
Only Fang Qi looked a little elated, and he didn't know what he was excited about.
