The Amber Sword

Tiropo, on the outskirts of White City ——

The Church of Tirobo is not the most magnificent church in the entire White City area. After the years of the wilderness, the triumph of the forest and the frog, respectively, became the three cathedrals of Tirobe, Osrian and Barbarisa, the Church of Tirobo became unnamed. However, when it comes to history, the church, which is situated on a dune hill for a long time and whose outer walls have been disproved, is one of the oldest pilgrimages in the whole Ten Cities area. Its priest, Father Sarien, is one of the most proud disciples of Bishop Bailoun. However, this branch of the Mensha sect does not pursue profits, so it is gradually forgotten.

The White City suburbs are rainy, in the church, on the stage behind the altar, and the priest, dark-skinned as an old farmer in the countryside, stares at the Holy Water Cup in front of him.

The Holy Grail is given by Finn Zan. The Silver Grail is filled with magical holy water. Legend has it that the filthy can see the sins of their lives from the reflection of the water. The greedy can see their ugly desires. The pious can see firm hope, but only the pure can see the divine commandments from above the clouds. Although it is only a legend, the Holy Grail is indeed the most sacred vessel of a pilgrimage and one of the fixtures to be used in the most solemn ceremonies.

Farmers and poor people in the four wilderness occasionally ask for holy water from the church. It is said that it has healing properties and even priests are happy to distribute it. At this moment, however, thunder rumbles and the water of the Holy Water Cup are shaking in layers, and the water seems to float with a layer of black mist, one golden text after the other emerges from the fog and gradually disappears.

Such visions have lasted for an entire moment.

The root of Salem's forehead was full of cold sweat, and he did not live with sacred symbols on his chest, singing hymns in his mouth. But the thunderstorm outside the window seemed to be more intense, from time to time outside the church came the cries of the monks and apprentices. Not many times, a bitter monk filled with water broke in through the side door with a scroll wrapped in oily cowhide. “Father, the books have been hidden in the cellar. This rains strangely, and this time the tide seems to be much bigger than ever before. ”

He suddenly stopped talking and saw Father Sarah turning back pale.

“Father...? ”

“Quickly, tell Bishop Gonzalez to notify the Bukas...”

“Notify the Bukas? What happened, Father?” The monk's face changed dramatically.

“Let the Bukas shut down the monitoring station at the edge of the elements," Sarah's hands shaking like nerves, sounds like coming from the depths of hell: “Milos' constellation is restored, and there is a god resurrected in Warnde...”

A burst of lightning fell.

The buzz echoed in the church for a long time.

The Bitter Brother stood in the hallway between three rows of chairs, forgetting what he was going to do for a moment.

“Go, go. ”

“I have to meet the wise man...”

Salem looked out the window shaking.

Wind and rain weave.

……

Shallow Watertown ——

After August, the eastern part of Lantoniland finally showed a light green colour, the forest was no longer a dead leaf, and the sound of sand could be heard as the lake winds of Lake Kurk passed through the forest. Two young men were fishing on the lakeside stack bridge and the sandbuckets were on their feet, one of them screaming as if they had no interest in shocking the 'prey’.

“Hey, Randall, I'm sure I can catch a dog fish today, so let's go laugh at John and them. ”

“You shut up, you scared the fish away. ”

His companion scolded in disgust.

“Rest assured, this is not the time to hook up, I will be quiet later, but today the wind is a little out of the ordinary, and it won't be that easy to close the bar.” The first young man, with his hands behind his head, leaned comfortably against a wooden stake on the stack bridge, biting a leaf of grass and mumbling.

“Can you shut the...”

The second young man had not finished his closing words, and suddenly it was like an earthquake. The whole stack bridge shook for a moment, letting him shake and bite his tongue, and couldn't help screaming. And the first young man jumped up and looked around in alarm, and eventually his eyes fell on the lake, and a visible ripple was spreading along the shore of the lake towards the center of the lake.

That's definitely not a backwave.

“Hey, what's up, did you just move? ”

“Damn... um, my tongue... it hurts...”

The young man known as Randall bowed his back on the stack bridge, hurting like a roasted shrimp rice. And the first young man stood up alert, and he started to feel something was wrong, and he looked up —— it was the forest, the forest was quiet. Immediately afterwards, a buzzing noise came from the north, kind of like a bee from the old Jonon's house in the north, but he understood that it would never be a bee, and there couldn't be so many bees.

He raised his head unconsciously and saw a cloud coming from the direction of the Frost Forest.

Something's wrong!

Young people suddenly remembered the nobility that had entered the forest half a month earlier.

He did not want to grab his companions on the stack bridge and ran to the lake. At this time, the second wave arrived on schedule. Even the forest ground seemed ripple in the distance. The arched soil layer swept across the north bank of Lake Kurk like a wave. The young man had just dragged his companions to the shore. He could not help but scream from the stack bridge and steadily landed on the beach not far away.

Behind him, the shockwave was like a whip, brushing on the stack bridge, and Shallow Town stood on the lakeside for fifteen years as if he had typhoid fever, but for a moment, he shouted a complete dispersion, turning into a pile of raw wood floating on the water.

The young man stared at the scene with only one thought in mind:

What's going on here?

……

The White Gorge vanished.

Fragments of glacial canyons are melting, with avalanches collapsing, collapsing, peaks crumbling and mountains settling underground, leaving a scary crack. The earth roared, and the shaky mountains sang a hymn. The ice layer was collapsing in the song. Half the town's size glaciers tumbled into the open abyss, and in the process they broke apart and shook like thunder.

The young knights of the Knights of the Folds stared at everything in front of them, and the entire canyon had been razed, and the glaciers on both sides had vanished like sand in a hourglass. From time to time, someone had lost their feet in the snow, and people on both sides hurriedly grabbed him and dragged him up.

Alaia was shaking down the snow in her hood, and he looked up at the doomsday scene, and he couldn't help but lose his soul: “Martha, what's going on, Brend, when did you desecrate the gods, and now God has condemned you? ”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Brenda coughed on the stretcher without a breath.

Nimaisie walked in front of the team, climbing a cliff, then reaching back and letting Little Pero grab her hand and climb up, "Thank you.” The latter shook the snow from his shaky bear coat and thanked him.

“Can't go any further. ”

“What's the matter? ”

“Look ahead!” Someone on the team suddenly shouted out.

Little Pello squinted his eyes and looked forward with his hands on his eyebrows. Just ahead, the White Gorge had completely disappeared, replacing it with a deep valley, beneath which the pervasive mist of ice was gradually dissipating, revealing an endless black complex behind. Right at the foot, it's like a stacked obsidian cube, but each one, more than tens of thousands of feet long, is covered in mist over these momentous cubes, glancing at it like the legendary Titan's ark.

And at this moment, the glaciers are disappearing downwards, and these black buildings are rising slowly amidst the roaring noise.

“Martha, what the hell is this...” Alaia glanced at the slowly rising black wall.

Nimais watched quietly as strange and familiar memories seemed to emerge automatically in her mind.

Little Perot looked over at her and said, "Ms. Nimatis? ”

“Retreat. ”

“The exit route is long gone.” Little Pero pointed at the black high wall and asked out loud, "Ms. Nimatis, do you know anything? ”

Nimaisie turned around, her dark eyes staring at the short knight Cruz, and she kept her mouth shut but rarely let her back down. Little Pero understood the dangers and warnings in her eyes, and he took a subconscious step back. The move immediately made him blush. He just wanted to talk, but was interrupted by Nimaisis, "Do you want to know what that is?” Without giving Little Pero a chance to open his mouth, Nimaisie opened her mouth and said three words in lipstick.

“Milos. ”

……

All the energy pipes are lit up and the platform is slowly rising in the humming sound, the darkness fades away like a thin veil, the light falls from the top of your head and gradually outlines the edges of the entire abyss. Above the smooth broken walls are countless crystal lattices that convey energy, some distributed into regular polylines, some formed into beautiful circles, the entire wall is like a giant machine, and every part is operating in an orderly fashion.

The platform slowly climbed to the center of the space before a beep stopped.

Coward was in the center of the platform, which slowly raised her eyelids. At this moment, the black flame on her body was already scattered like a floating fallen leaf, revealing a body composed of pure lightning. She opened her eyes, a piece of snow in her eyes, a strand of electric arc jumped from her arc-shaped face, extending to her long neck, her hair, purely composed of a bound lightning beam.

“It feels good to be reborn. ”

It was as if two sounds were echoing on the platform, one belonging to Coward, one rolling like a thunder, the two sounds gradually coincided and merged into one.

Just as Coward opened his mouth, a bunch of lightning drowned from halfway through her body, hitting the platform below in diameter, countless ionizations blew up like splashy steel water on a platform like Obsidian, filling it into those deep scratches on the platform, together, the white gold light stretched along those rudimentary patterns in all directions, as if in a flash, the entire platform was alive.

Those luminous energy channels reflect a bunch of holographic projections into the air, in which old symbols flash: Flame, Eaam, Oss, Aryn, these symbols flow down like rain, forming beautiful data streams and light walls, and Brando is almost stunned by this scene until Coward's voice sounds again:

“Thousands of years ago, quarrels seemed to haunt the lobby of the clouds, and the pathetic gods had to admit their failures, planning a future that would almost certainly lead to destruction for a world you call Warnde, returning destiny to your humble creatures. ”

“Thousands of years later, you repelled the dusk, but chaos was rooted in your hearts, greed, sin, killing, endless logging, and you turned yourselves into the end of what you once saw in prophecy. ”

“The classical order has become the past, and entropy is the only thing that's ever existed, and now God is waking you up again, and everything is back to where it came from - the world was born out of chaos and destroyed by chaos, reality and prophecy, hmm! Where people, that's the reward! ”

Then her voice seemed to be replaced by another emotion:

“You have chosen your destiny again, mortal. ”

“We have personally returned the direction of destiny to you, and yet again today you are here as if only to prove Alvers' prophecy. ”

“You will reawaken us, we will respect your choices, God will return to the earth, and we will reconstruct the order of the next age. ”

“And your time has come to an end...”

Brando looked at the scene as if he'd seen an animation in the game. It was magical. He looked up and said, “Are you Coward or Milos? ”

Coward looked down at Brando, two different emotional colors flashing in silver and white eyes at the same time, but she ended up on one of them, opening her mouth:

“Of course I'm Coward. ”

“But also Milos. ”

Another tone thumps.

She lifted her arms gently, and in front of her, a stone seemed to have been thrown into the space, rippling in a circle, rippling apart, and a holographic projection appeared behind her. Brando only looked at the images that appeared there and recognized that it was a projection of the city, the Wallace of Cruz, the Kronk on the four frontiers, the Golden Lion's Fortress Toquinine —— he could even see the golden spire that soared into the clouds, White City, Thousand Sails Harbor, the rebuilt, golden vault of the Grand Temple of Ambessel, the fortress-like fortress of Kekulburg, the Pokémon of St. Osol, the grey white fortress, and even the Buffalo, which Brando had visited only once on the Grand Glacier, all appeared in these countless images.

Brando's breathing a little rushed, and he's staring at Coward, and he's like, "What do you want? ”

Coward looked at him with pride: "Guess what? ”

A lightning bolt went through Brando's head, "You can't do that!” He chewed his teeth and exclaimed.

“Why not? ”

The girl's voice asked softly.

……