The Amber Sword

That's the fire.

Sleeping quietly in the dark for millions of years, the faint light seemed like a dawn in the depths, a goddess reaching out her hand, warm and soft, smiling to guide her children forward. Everyone was totally shocked in such a scenario and could not speak for a long time, not even Brando.

“Lord Martha...” Sy, Fania and Mayfist muttered.

She had never given up her child, as if she had been silent for millions of years, but such flames were burning stubbornly under erosion, through the darkness, until her child came here again. It's a beacon, but it's a gentle, great power, full of heart.

Brando raised his head and his face rarely revealed his demeanor, which was the transmission of civilization. Countless years later, they came back here to pick up the torches left over from the ancestors and let the light of civilization once again penetrate the darkness. A sacred sentiment flows through his blood, and he closes his eyes and feels such an indestructible force pulsating, which is the aspiration of all intelligent creatures to civilization, order and fire and light.

When Prometheus lit the first spark over a dark and wide earth, civilization, for the first time, came out of obscurity and began an endless quest for a bright world. That kind of emotion, flowing through the veins, at certain moments, suddenly awakens, as if it were a horn above the heavenly earth, momentarily returning to the era that was pioneering in the wilderness.

That is the will of the ancestors.

Brando took a deep breath and couldn't help looking back at the others. Mayfist nodded to him and Shea put her hands on her chest nervously, looking at him with some anxiety, Fania looking at them, looking at Brando again, a little confused.

“Then I went and let the fire spread all over the earth.” Brando replied.

“Go on.” The Grey Sword Saint looked at this‘ lighthouse 'with some divine colour.

So Brando turned around, stepped up the stairs, and approached the giant crystal. The soft light that kept emanating from the crystal, and the crowd looked up at him as he walked towards the light, and the light feathered behind him, more and more like a robe and crown added to him.

At this moment, Mayfister's mind suddenly flashes a motto in the Krutz poem:

‘Son, I will give you the wings of light, so that you may be king...'

Though the heart thought it was nothing but nonsense, in such a scenario, the gray sword could not help but beat. In this scenario, it seems that Brando is approaching Martha step by step, and the Goddess of all things is about to crown the young man with a low head.

But he didn't know that feeling was stronger in Brando's heart. The closer he gets to the light, the stronger it becomes, as if to include him. He reached out and placed his hand on the crystal, moving his heart, and came up with this unstoppable phrase:

“Lord Martha, a thousand years later, your child returned here...”

But what happened next scared Brando away from rolling his hands off the pyramid. Because without a sign, the crystal actually responded to a strange will, which gently surrounded him, sighing:

“Yeah, it's been a long time, my boy. ”

“This, this...”

Brando, for a while there was a void in his head, and there was only one voice echoing, and it was Martha! This is the mother of all things, the pure goodness of the world, Martha! That countless NPC, the goddess whose voice the player praises, the Lord exists! But that's impossible!

His mind sounded like a thunderbolt, and his thoughts were completely shut down by the sound of a loud bang. No player would think that Martha still existed in the world in the years after the gods disappeared, and although she had left behind goodwill, all that remained was a memory.

The voice remembered the goddess, hoping that she would remain in the world and continue to look after her children. Because the world needs a spiritual pillar to live strong.

Martha no longer exists, but there is only a connection of laws between heaven and earth. After the Four Kings of Saints, this is the common understanding of all.

But it never occurred to me that the Supreme Goddess would really remain on this earth, silently and permanently looking after her children.

Nobody thought of that.

And Brando didn't think, for some reason, that the moment he heard Martha's tender voice, he felt something wet rolling down his cheek, strong emotions, and he couldn't stop, as if at that moment, after centuries of widening his mother's warm embrace, he felt that tender tenderness again.

“Ah, my eyes are in the sand.” Brando said with some embarrassment.

Martha smiled.

“Don't cry, son. Though I am far from you, I can still feel your faith in pursuing and aspiring to light. I once watched civilization come out of its swaddling, through its dark lands, splitting its thorns, walking out of its barbarity step by step. One day, I believe that you will overcome these ordeals and achieve the ultimate triumph. ”

“You, who inherited the ancient bloodline, are the finest children of humankind, and you should be strong.” She said softly.

“Victory?” Brando was a little confused.

Martha shook her head gently and asked, "So, my child, are you going to light this spark and follow the path of the former man? You see, the torch of civilization is passed down from generation to generation, and the former falls, and the latter picks up their will. Such a history would have been one of the most tragic and brave epics of the human race.”

“It's a game of the brave, and everyone, is part of this magnificent epic, so my child, you're here, ready to accept it all? ”

Brando took a gentle breath, which was due process, and although he never lit the original spark, he also knew that the remnants of the original spark should be part of Martha's will. But at this moment, he felt a little different, and he was somewhat certain that it should be Martha herself in front of him.

Though she's not here.

“Of course I'm ready.” He replied.

“Well, my child, let me ask you a few questions, okay?” A gentle voice rang in his heart.

“Huh?” Brando whispered. That's not right! He knew the approximate steps to ignite the spark, and once he had made a promise to Martha, order should begin directly with the goddess of goodwill. But how come there's another step? Was it the original spark? He didn't light the primitive spark, I'm not sure, but at this time it would be more appropriate to follow the Goddess's lead, so he nodded.

Besides, the Goddess Mother was so gentle that she couldn't stand to refuse.

Martha smiled.

“I ask you, son, do you have faith in your heart? ”

“Faith? ”

“To live for something, this idea is a belief in itself. Honor is good, strength is good, just want to move forward, because civilization can move forward with goals. ”

At that moment Brando thought of everyone he knew, of Freya, of Roman and of Princess Regent, of the inhabitants of Butch, of the refugees he had brought out of Riedenberg.

“Perhaps, yes...”

Martha put a light crown over his head, in a soft white light, and gently touched his forehead: "Son, do you understand what the crown means? ”

What does the crown mean? Brando thought it was a symbol of supremacy, but the answer was definitely wrong with Martha, because human sovereignty meant nothing to her, and she didn't need that kind of power. So he shook his head.

“The man with the crown is called the king. The so-called king is forever in front of everyone, so that he can show his people his shadow, but as soon as people see that shadow, they will be strong and have the courage to move on. ”

“So do you understand? A king, destined to glow and fever, to make all men yearn for existence, who, in darkness, brings all men with him to the thorns and lights endless depths forever, so that the path to eternity can be called the devotion of the king. ”

“The King's … devotion?” Brando felt the crown of the goddess on his head, and suddenly his heart pounded.

“What do you think is dedication? ”

“Dedication? ”

Brando raised his head and in the blurred light he could not see the goddess, but the woman always looked at him with a smile, with an unchanging expectation in her eyes. Such a promise would give him the courage to follow his heart and answer word for word:

“I think that the so-called dedication - should be something that can satisfy the heart, so that it can be accomplished without remorse. ”

“Do you have such a thing to finish, my child? ”

“I guess... do you?” Once again, Brando remembered the Eruin of his homeland and the flaming palace. The so-called irrepressible desire to change things, maybe that's what he came here for.

As soon as he saw Martha, he suddenly understood.

The promise in Martha's eyes became a compliment.

“So some people are destined to be different from others," she said, "only because they always have this light in their hearts, and they change the world with their unyielding convictions. Whether he succeeds or not, he always stretches out his shiny wings behind him, making everyone behind him feel warm. ”

“Such a man is called a hero by history. ”

“Son, your answer satisfied me, so I gave you a gift to witness you fulfill your promise -” the goddess said suddenly, her voice had just fallen, and then Brando had a voice in his heart:

“System Tip: [Destiny Talent] The chosen person, activated. ”

“Destiny... destiny talent?” Once again, Brando's a talent for fate? Didn't he already accept the Dark Dragon inheritance? But two destiny talents? What the hell is this? What the hell is going on here? Is BUG out of the system?

Brando feels a little numb already, but he can't bear to defame his stomach, even if you're Lord Martha, you can't hang up like this! And why the chosen one, isn't Martha's gift of destiny the son of Martha?

The goddess seemed to see what was in his heart, smiling: "Indeed, the chosen one is not the best gift. But I entrusted my expectations to you, my son, as described in the ancient prophecies —— I will give you the wings of light, so that you may be king. ”

“I hope that you will follow your words and deeds, so that one day, my son, I will be honoured by you. ”

“Glory for me?” Brando doesn't understand.

But the goddess stopped answering, and she raised her head, her eyes seemed to pass through the endless void, and there was no doubt that all the darkness was in her eyes. Then a gentle smile appeared on her face:

“Come, let us witness this moment together, son, the light will return to the earth. ”

She raised her hand.

endless white light in the darkness.

At that moment...

The whole ring of the wind, all the people, all the monsters, suddenly stopped for a moment, each person, every monster heart generated a hint of palpitation, as if it were an opportunity, the law between the heavens and the earth actually calmed down completely, the power of the immense demonic tide was born and suppressed in a moment.

“It's impossible!” Everyone has this idea in their hearts, but nothing is impossible. When they turn around subconsciously and see the darkness between heaven and earth, a white light like a Dawley sword is piercing the cloud wall of the wind rising above the clouds, piercing the sky together as if it were a broken shell.

The light is coming out...

Spark, ignited.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)