It was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and holding a briefcase, walking towards him. For a moment, Brando almost raised his hand to say hello——
Everything is like the old days.
That was his teacher, who occupied an extremely important part of his memory in his boyhood. He even remembered that he had a daughter - a little girl with a lively temperament.
But how many years ago was that memory?
ten years?
Twenty years?
Brando looked at the other party in astonishment and passed by.
Then everything disappeared.
"Master Martha, this is..." Brando felt his voice was slightly hoarse.
"My child," Martha's gentle voice echoed: "Everyone has his own past, and so do we - the people of the gods, once came from such a world - that world was destroyed in the flames of war, and
The only remaining people are called the first generation. They are the ancestors, or the Matatania people, that is, travelers. They took everything from the past world with them and traveled among many worlds until they came to
this world……"
"That is the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of the ancestors, we established everything. I created this world and called it Warnd."
"However, the civilization and order we brought from the past world are so incompatible with this new world. When the old and new orders conflict, the hostility of this world - dusk - wakes up from the chaos.
Come over here."
"...The war that has lasted from ancient times to the present began here."
Although this was not the first time Brando heard someone tell this history, Martha's personal description still made him yearn for that epic and majestic history: the inheritance of civilization between the two worlds. The ancestors of the planeswalkers
, using their nearly great power to create such a miracle.
Then, everything that mortals see in this era came into being.
But Martha's tone was not high-pitched, nor did she seem to be proud of it: "My child, from the beginning of that ancient war, we were destined to fight against the will of this world.
Therefore, in almost every war, we failed."
"...In order to preserve myself, I left the sword of destiny, 'Amber', in Tiamat's supreme authority as a last resort to restart the world - and in the five wars that followed, almost
Every time, we survived through it."
"Amber?" Brando was a little confused: "Isn't that the Throne of the End?"
He raised his head and suddenly realized that at some point, the mother of all things had appeared in front of him.
Martha's face was filled with a smile of divine brilliance. She looked at him, but did not answer the question directly.
"Do you understand the meaning of the throne, my child -"
Brando was a little confused and at a loss.
Martha smiled softly before continuing: "My child, you must understand that in that eternal war, we are not immortal; but one day, when the gods pass away one by one, the ones we protect will
Everything will come to its destined end in such an era."
"Destined?" Brando frowned: "Master Martha, if everything is destined, then what is the meaning of all this war? You said that amber is a sword for mortals to control destiny. It can really allow us to control
My own destiny?"
Regarding the answer to this question, Martha also smiled and shook her head.
She only replied: "Our world is destroyed and reborn again and again, but everything has not changed, my child. Although the ending of each war goes back and forth, as if it is an unsolvable knot. But the Bronze Clan is like this
Born out of circumstances——"
"The Bronze Clan?"
"They have left us, my children, but that is inevitable," Martha's voice was calm and steady: "In the darkness, the rusty clockwork is returning to its original position - because, from the beginning,
From the beginning, they have pointed the way to victory."
"What?" Brando was slightly surprised. He had only heard of the betrayal of the Bronze Clan, but never heard of such a thing.
Martha seemed to have expected his surprise and continued: "In that era, I saw such a hope in the Bronze Clan. Perhaps there is such a path that allows us to coexist with the will of this world.
After all, our purpose is not to destroy everything, but to protect this new home..."
Hearing this, Brando suddenly understood something: "So this is..."
"Yes, this is the beginning of the mortal era. The mortals born in black iron are born from this - my children, this is the era you see."
Brando fell silent for a long time.
It wasn't until several minutes passed that he spoke again: "However, the Dragon of Dusk did not weaken from this. On the contrary, the gods and ancestors left this world one by one. In our era, the power of mortals is
So humble, where is our hope?"
"How can we defeat the Dragon of Dusk?"
He raised his head and looked into Martha's eyes. Those deep silver eyes were full of praise.
Martha slowly walked to Brando, stretched out her hand and placed it on his forehead - Brando could not feel the physical touch of her hand, but he could feel a faint feeling of warmth.
"You should understand, Brando, my child. The Dragon of Twilight is not the will of the world itself. It only represents the hostility and destruction of the world. It was born when the conflict between the old and new orders is inevitable.
.”
"So when it all ends, it will be the death of the Dragon of Dusk, my child."
"End everything?"
Martha's silver eyes fell on him and looked at him quietly.
"During the wars of four eras, the Dragon of Twilight understood that it must seize the highest authority of the Tiamat Law - the Amber Sword, so that it can completely end all this - our world."
"For this reason, it did not hesitate to project its own body into tiamat's network, come to this world in a physical form, and occupy Miss Roman's body."
"Because it knew the plan of the gods and people, and through the betrayal of the Bronze Clan, it stole the most important part of the plan. Through its own ingenious arrangements, it made the outcome of the Sixth War proceed in the direction it expected.
Until today, the arrival of this moment——"
Brando looked at Martha blankly.
Look at this mother of all things.
"You..." he asked in a daze, "...you already knew this?"
Martha nodded silently.
"Because from the beginning, the people of the gods actually had two plans."
Brando opened his mouth slightly.
"Their first plan was called the Throne of the End. In this plan, the gods used the blood of their ancestors to create Miss Roman. When Miss Roman grew up, she could use the power of amber to
Sword, restart our world and bring everything back to its original point. And that era will be the beginning of the next war."
"But this plan is actually just a cover-up," Martha replied shockingly: "The real plan is actually the 'Warnd Plan', that is, the Curved Surface Plan. This plan is the beginning of the end of everything."
"That is……?"
"When the Dragon of Twilight descended into the law of tiamat through our first plan, and gained a physical existence through Miss Roman. At this moment, it was indeed the moment closest to victory - but at the same time, it was also exposed
Expose your greatest weakness."
"Because, as the owner of the bloodline of the ancestors, it will be integrated with our world. It will become one of the highest authorities in this world, but it will also be a part of this network -"
Martha looked at Brando and asked word by word: "Do you know what the throne means? My child?"
Brando closed his mouth, as if something was moving in his heart.
"The Dragon of Dusk will never understand what the throne means, because it lacks the emotions of a mortal, so it will never be able to win this war."
Martha shook her head slightly:
"This age," she replied, "is an age. In this age, the gods pass away, the stars fall to the earth, and on the earth, mortals born in black iron control their own destiny and future.
.”
"That will be a new era. There will no longer be any authority over mortals. After that, we will no longer be able to decide the fate of these people. Perhaps it is time for this world to relax.
Open its remaining shackles..."
"Brando," Martha asked softly: "Have you seen this era, our dreams and hopes, come true?"
"——Has it arrived?"
Brando shook his head gently.
On the earth, there are still races of gold and silver, the legacy of the gods, which still determine Warnd's future and destiny. There are also beings like him and the Silver Queen, who hold the highest authority in the world.
It even has such deep traces of the previous era. The order left by the planeswalkers still exists, and even the planeswalkers themselves have not completely left.
And the divine fire has never been born among mortals.
Do mortals really control their own destiny?
Brando thought that maybe this was his own question - because the answer was undoubtedly no.
"So the Dragon of Dusk still exists," Martha replied softly: "My child, do you understand?"
Brando was silent for a moment.
He reached out and held his mother's hand on his forehead. The hand was as heavy as the crown she had promised him.
"Mother, what should we do?"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight - my child."
Brando raised his head in astonishment.
Martha looked at him and slowly said: "I was born with the highest authority, my child. From the moment I was born, I created a network called tiamat in this world. When all laws
As it descended, the elements and magic took their place, and the world called Warnd was born."
"But our world was born from the highest, and all its authority and power come from it. Therefore, only those on the throne can destroy the throne itself——"
"But the Dusk Dragon will not know that there is another person in this world who can also pick up the Holy Sword Amber - the highest authority in this world."
Brando pursed his lips tightly, and even closed his eyes, as if he had expected this.
Martha's eyes became a little softer when she looked at him: "Brando, my child, I have chosen a hero from the dark world. He has such a trait. Only he can bear such a heavy task.
Responsibility - he will put an end to everything in the past and bring the final rest to this never-ending war."
"But," after a long time, Brando opened his eyes again: "Why me?"
Martha looked at him and motioned for him to raise his head. She pointed at the scene in front of them:
When Brando saw that scene, it seemed like all the blood in his body was rushing to his brain.
Because he saw a young man.
The young man had his upper body crotched, his eyes closed tightly, and he was in a metal cultivation tank. His whole body was wrapped in translucent liquid.
In front of the young man, there were three tall men wearing floor-length robes. Brando looked at the rings on their hands - an Ouroboros named Ouroboros with its head and tail wrapped around each other, shining brightly.
"that's me……?"
That face that perhaps should be called 'Sophie' seemed so strange to Brando at this moment.
Martha nodded.
"I mobilized almost all the remaining energy in the tiamat law network through all the authority of the cell nuclei four to thirteen, and built a game called "Amber Sword" in your world through the causal surface of time and space, and
At the expense of disrupting the flow of time in the future, a part of Warnd's historical process is reproduced before your eyes——"
"I selected some people, but only you successfully came to our world. I can feel the obsession in your heart, Brando, maybe it is your love for some people and things, and for Eruin. Let
You resonate enough with the world."
Brando let out a breath.
"What is a cell nucleus?"
"That is the collective name of the thirty-six satellites in Warnd's low-Earth orbit, and it is also my identity."
"Are all gods like this?" Brando asked, recalling the spectacular scene he saw outside the elemental boundary of tiamat.
Martha nodded.
"What about senior sister?"
"Miss Nymesis was also part of this plan, but the child was not completely successful. Maybe you will have the opportunity to meet her in the future. I can express my apologies to her."
"So, was it arranged by you for me... to come into this world and obtain the identity of Brando...?"
Brando hesitated for a moment and finally asked the question.
Martha looked at him and replied softly:
"You have survived in our era for one hundred and forty years. During that era, Odin and Gaia taught you many things. After your death, we preserved your memory and used it to create another embryo.
That's you now - Brando, my child."
"You don't have to doubt your identity," she put down her hand: "You are Brando, the grandson of the Earth Sword Master, the Highland Knight, and the heir of this generation of the Cadilloso family. But when everything comes,
The memory of your past has revived itself and returned to you again."
"You are Sophie and Brando——"
Brando remained silent.
He seemed to go back to that summer night a few years ago.
At that time, at this moment, he said silently to himself:
"Yes, I am Sophie, and I am Brando -"
"Then allow me to ask one last question, Lady Martha."
Martha looked at him and nodded silently.
"Why is it necessary to project the 'Curved Surface Project' into our era - and where did the ancestors come from? And why do we have the highest level of authority in the tiamat network?"
Having said this, Brando raised his head, and he saw a soft luster shining in Martha's silver eyes.
"Because you and the ancestors have exactly the same blood, Brando, and it is not affected by the laws of this world at all."
"The first generation of ancestors who came here should actually have another name -"
"Their hometown was once called Earth."
…(To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
