Frofa's hand seemed to have passed through the amber that did not exist and grabbed an empty space.
Even though he lost his courage due to fear, Arkanto, who was paralyzed on the ground, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw such a scene. "What is this?" It screamed hoarsely: "Gaia, you actually lied to me.
…?”
However, no one paid attention to its fear and resentment, because the Demon King's voice was quickly drowned out by a sharper roar - that was Frofa's voice, and also the voice of the Dusk Dragon.
In an instant, the world shook slightly.
I saw that where Frofa's fingertips touched, white light suddenly became strong and surged out from the 'amber'. It was like flowing veins of light, extremely dazzling. And the next moment, a dazzling light burst out.
The light wheel bloomed, and the shock wave exploded.
Brando saw the dazzling light exploding in his field of vision, as if it were a blooming flower of light. It was like the birth of a new star in its decline, from the light of a grain of rice to a dazzling ball of light.
Explosive light.
At that moment, Frofa's figure was swallowed up by endless light, and then Aloz.
"Little female dragon..." Brando's eyes widened and he subconsciously stretched out his hand over there.
But all he can grasp is destined to be nothingness.
Bright light swept in all directions, wisps and strands, and the intertwined light streams they formed spurted out, and in an instant, they affected the entire world——
For some reason, when seeing such a scene, this sentence flashed in Brando's mind without any warning:
'When Martha was born, light was born, and light lit up the darkness of eternity. That was the beginning of everything.'
He shook his head, as if he wanted to expel this weird idea from his mind. But his mind was groggy, and his eyelids were heavy. The system was repeatedly sending out harsh whistles and warnings in his mind.
Voice.
"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function is declining——"
"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life is in danger——"
"Warning: Vital signs are disappearing—"
This noisy sound felt very familiar to him.
It was as if he had experienced a similar experience in a certain scene. Warm light was flowing around his body, and in the white world, Brando vaguely seemed to hear another voice.
That voice was gentle and quiet. It seemed like a soft female hand caressing his tired soul and the wounds all over his body, calming him down and telling him——
"My dear child, please go to sleep. At this moment, you just need to rest, and everything in this world has nothing to do with you anymore..."
"You don't belong here to begin with, do you?"
"No...little female dragon, Aloz..."
Brando shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. He knew that he must not close his eyes at this moment, otherwise, eternal sleep would be waiting for him.
"I came here-"
In his heart, he yelled to himself hoarsely.
"It's to change everything. For Eruin, for Her Royal Highness the Princess. For Roman and Freya, for everything I love, no more regrets."
"You must never give up, Brando, so you must wake up."
Brando subconsciously grabbed the angel heart bottle in the Lord's hand, but at this moment, something horrified him happened - he found that he had grabbed an empty one.
My heart sank endlessly.
Brando subconsciously turned around, just in time to see the milky white drop-shaped pendant turn into particles of dust in his hands. When the pure and flawless light swept across it, everything disappeared with the wind.
Then he heard a scream.
That was Arkentu's voice. When this demon king was engulfed by the flawless light, white smoke came out from all over his body, and then starting from its skin and muscles, its entire body began to disintegrate and disintegrate.
As little bits of white light, dissipated into nothingness.
"Martha...you...didn't..."
This is what Brando heard, the last syllable uttered by the burning dusk, the great demon, the goat-headed demon king, and the lord of purgatory Akentu. Then, this demon king just stood in his
Everything before my eyes turned into nothingness.
Everything is gone.
He saw a woman appearing next to Arkentu.
The girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with long green hair, quiet eyes, and pointed ears, is actually the image of Funia - except for her peaceful demeanor and temperament, she is exactly the same.
The girl glanced at him and opened and closed her mouth, as if she was answering something to him.
But there was no sound.
However, Brando recognized her mouth shape:
"I didn't lie to you, Arkanto," the gentle voice always replied calmly: "Just because you can't understand the meaning of sublimity——"
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."
…
In a gray world.
It seemed that for a moment, the huge abandoned city here suddenly emitted a humming sound from deep inside. It seemed like a huge illusion, but in an instant, the illusion became reality. Because the devastated horizon was
Above, the top of the huge black tower that reached into the sky suddenly became brighter, and in the hole on the top of the black tower, a ball of light as dazzling as the sun lit up.
A figure appeared on the top of the tower.
Those are a pair of beautiful, silver eyes. She silently stares at the earth, silently stares at the sky, silently stares at the entire lifeless world.
However, at that moment, light paths extended out of the huge sphere. They walked downstream along the body of the black tower at the feet of the lady - the light was injected into the ground under the giant tower.
, and then spread in all directions.
The city that was silent in darkness was becoming brighter area by area.
She watched it all.
It seems that after tens of millions of years, this stagnant world has become alive again.
Then she raised her head.
Under that gentle gaze, silver lines of law rose from the arc-shaped sky. They spanned a distance of tens of millions of miles, intertwined and woven with each other, and gradually formed a huge grid full of grids.
network.
And that's exactly what Brando had seen in Warnd - tiamat's network.
When every node of this huge network begins to become brighter, the gray clouds begin to part to both sides, revealing the light network and the dark purple sky behind it.
And on the eastern horizon of the horizon, there is a line of red clouds rising slowly.
Martha felt a little sad.
Because that was the last remaining sunrise after countless silent moments in this world. Its time had stopped here, but finally at this moment, it bloomed in front of her eyes together with the last moment of this world.
She saw the Witch Throne, Lyra, Winter Moon, the platinum dragon Bahamut, the blue calamity, and the blazing and crystal stars, which were all the stars in the sky, and they all reappeared in the sky one by one.
Those were once the starry sky of a past world, but now, they are also Warnd's starry sky.
At this moment, they are equally dazzling.
She watched all this silently.
Above the clouds, a pair of black eyes were opened, and the eyes were flashing with resentful anger, as if a whirlpool-like void was forming around them.
Those eyes stared at her.
Then a majestic and deep voice echoed: "Martha, you are indeed still hiding in this place."
The sound rumbled past the clouds like thunder, and the anger contained in it seemed to burn the world.
A ray of morning light on the horizon is dividing the whole world, the night sky and the stars in Martha's eyes into two, but in the deep eyes, the red of the sky is reflected, making it appear quiet and profound.
Martha's tone was very calm: "This is just the last consciousness I have left. The last energy in my network is placed in the throne, waiting for the arrival of this moment, dusk, a thousand years later."
"You spared no effort to protect these humble bugs, but it makes no sense. You won this time, but what about next time? What about next time? You will never be able to protect this world forever, Martha, the person who inherits the blood of the ancestors.
It's in my hands, and one day, everything will end in my hands."
Martha didn't answer.
The Dusk Dragon sneered: "Actually, you no longer exist in this world, Martha. I learned about your 'death' from the network you created. Your colleagues, your creations
Those who have died in this war one by one, in the end, even you will not be spared, but I can be eternal-"
"What a pity, Martha, that I can't let you see the moment when everything comes true, the end of all things, the end of the world, the result of this war between us, but in the end I can only witness it alone."
The Twilight Dragon's tone was somewhat desolate.
"...Well, all this will eventually have a result, Martha. The war has lasted for six eras, and as my opponent, perhaps in my long memory, I can remember this moment and you all.
Humble bugs, in a sense, this is enough pride for you."
Its voice gradually died down.
Those dark eyes slowly closed after taking one last look at the sunrise in this world.
Martha looked at the direction in which the Dusk Dragon was leaving with a calm expression.
"You have proven everything since you came here, Dusk."
"All the sacrifices made by the people of the gods for thousands of years have value at this moment," Martha replied softly. At that moment, the rising sun on the horizon was casting the first ray of morning light on her face.
Above: "For the long night is over, and the dawn is coming."
"You only got one thing wrong, dusk."
"The sages and I have never regarded escape as the final salvation——"
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