The Amber Sword

That moment.

Florfa's hand, as if through that non-existent amber, grabbed an empty space.

Even though he lost his courage because of fear, seeing such a scene, Arkentu, paralyzed on the ground, had to stare away. “What is this?” It screamed in silence: “Gaia, you lied to me...? ”

Yet no one cares about its horror and resentment, as the voice of the Demon King was soon inundated by a sharper whistle - the voice of Frofa and the voice of the Dragon of Dusk.

In an instant, the world shook slightly.

Only where Frofa's fingertips touched, the white light suddenly burst forth from the ‘amber’, like a ray of flowing light, bright and unusual. And the next moment, a dazzling wheel of light opens up, and the shock waves erupt.

Brando saw that round of bright light explode in his field of view, as if it were a blooming flower of light, like the birth of a new star in decay, flashing from the light of grains of rice into an eye-catching ray of rays.

At that moment alone, Frofa's figure was devoured by endless light, followed by Aloz.

“Little Mother Dragon...” Brando glared, subconsciously reaching over there.

But all he could catch was doomed to nothingness.

The bright light swept to all directions, one strand, one path, and they interwoven the light currents, spraying out thin, and instantly spreading all over the world ——

Somehow, when I saw this scene, such a phrase appeared without a sign in Brando's mind:

‘When Martha was born, light was born, and light lit the darkness of eternity, and that was the beginning of it all. ’

He shook his head and seemed to want to drive this strange idea out of his mind. But the brain was dizzy, the eyelids were sinking vigorously, and the system was making repeated screams and warnings in the brain.

“WARNING: Cardiopulmonary function is declining ——”

“Warning: excessive blood loss, life-threatening -”

“WARNING: Vital signs are disappearing--”

This noisy voice made him feel very familiar.

It was as if in one scenario he had experienced something similar. And the warm light was flowing around him, and in a white-white world, Brando rarely heard another voice.

The voice was gentle and quiet, as if it were a woman's soft hands, touching his weary heart, touching his wounds, calming him down, and telling him ——

“My dear child, please go to sleep. At this moment, all you need to do is rest, and everything in this world has nothing to do with you...”

“You don't belong here, do you? ”

“No... Little Mother Dragon, Aloz...”

Brando shook his head hard and tried to wake himself up, knowing that he could never close his eyes at this moment, otherwise waiting for him would be eternal sleep.

“I came here--”

In his heart, he shouted to himself with a loud voice.

“To change everything, for Eluin, for Her Royal Highness, for Roman and Freya, for all I love, no more remorse. ”

“Never give up, Brando, so you have to wake up. ”

Brando subconsciously grabbed the angel's heart bottle in the master's hand, but at this moment, something terrifying happened to him - he found himself grabbing an empty space.

My heart sinks indefinitely.

Brando turned back consciously and saw that the milky white droplet pendant had turned into a grain of dust in his hand, and when that pure, flawless light swept past it, everything had gone with the wind.

Then he heard a scream.

That was the voice of Arkentu, the demon king who, when swallowed up by the flawless light, sprang white smoke all over his body, and then, starting with his epidermis and muscles, his whole body began to collapse, turning into a little white light, dissipating into invisible.

“Martha... you... no..."

This is what Brando heard, the burning twilight, the great demon, the demon king of the sheep's head, and the last syllable from Arkentu, the Lord of Purgatory, and then the demon king was born into nothingness in front of him.

Everything is gone.

He saw a woman around Arkentu.

Thirteen or four year old girl, long green hair, quiet eyes, pointy ears, is the image of Fania - exactly the same except for her quiet demeanor and temperament.

The young girl looked at him and opened her mouth together as if she were answering him.

But there was no sound.

But Brando recognized her mouth type:

“I'm not lying to you, Arkentu," the gentle voice answered calmly, "just because you can't understand the lofty meaning ——”

“To wear a crown, you must bear its weight. ”

……

In a dusty world.

As if for a moment, a huge city abandoned here suddenly sounded a buzzing sound from deep inside. It was a huge hallucination, but instantly, hallucinations became real. Because above the frozen horizon, the top of the giant black tower that plunged directly into the sky suddenly brightened, and in the hollow of the top of that black tower lit a circle of light like the sun.

A figure floats at the top of the tower.

Those are beautiful, silver eyes, she looks at the earth, she looks at the sky, she looks at this whole lifeless world.

At that moment, however, a path of light stretched out into that enormous sphere, and at the feet of the lady, they went downstream along the tower body of the black giant tower - the light pouring into the ground beneath the giant tower and spreading in all directions.

The city, silent in darkness, is becoming bright in one region, one region.

She watched it all.

As if, after tens of millions of years of gloom, this stagnant world had once again become alive.

Then she raised her head.

In that tender gaze, a silver line of law rises from the arcuate sky, spanning tens of millions of miles, staggering and weaving each other, gradually forming a huge network full of meshes.

And that's exactly what Brando saw in Warnd -- the Tiamat network.

This huge network, as it begins to light up at every node here, the grey-covered clouds begin to split apart, revealing the light mesh behind and the dark purple sky.

And in the eastern sky on the horizon, there is actually a line of red xia, rising.

Martha's heart is slightly dark.

Because that was the last sunrise left after countless silent moments in the world. Its time had stalled here, but at last, at this moment, it blossomed in front of her with the last moments of the world.

She saw the Witch Throne, the Tianchen, the Winter Moon, the Dragon Bahamet of Platinum, the calamity of the blue, and the stars of the fierce and crystal, the stars and rivers of the sky, all of them reproduced in the sky.

It used to be a starry sky of the past world, but at this moment they are also the starry sky of Warnd.

They are equally dazzling at this moment.

She watched it all silently.

Above the cloud, a pair of black eyes were opening, and there was a fury of resentment in those eyes, as if a vortex void was forming around it.

Those eyes stared closely at her.

Then a majestic, low voice echoed: "Martha, you are hiding in this place. ”

The sound rolled over the clouds like thunder, and the anger it contained was like burning down the world.

The dawn on the horizon is dividing the entire world, the night sky and the stars in Martha's eyes, but deep in those eyes, the sky's red is reflected, quiet and deep.

Martha spoke very calmly: “This is just the last consciousness I have left, and the last energy in my network is in the throne, waiting for this moment to arrive a thousand years later, at dusk. ”

“You guard these humble worms, you spare no effort, and it makes no sense. This time you win, but next time? What about next time? You will never be able to protect the world forever, Martha, and the blood of the ancestors is in my hands, and one day, it will all end in my hands. ”

Martha didn't answer.

The Dragon of Dusk sneered: "You don't exist in this world anymore, do you, Martha? I got your" death message "from the network you created. Your colleagues, your creators, a mayor of this war, will sleep in it, and eventually you will not be spared, and I will be eternally...”

“It's a shame, Martha, that you can't see the moment everything comes true, the end of everything, the end of the world, the outcome of this war between us, and in the end, I can only witness it alone. ”

The tone of the Dragon of Dusk is actually somewhat sophisticated.

“... well, this will all come to an end, Martha. Six years of war, and as my opponent, perhaps in my long memory, I can remember this moment, you humble bugs, and in a sense, it's enough pride for you. ”

Its voice gradually faded away.

Those black eyes slowly closed after seeing the last sun of the world.

Martha looks at the direction of the dragon's departure at dusk with a serene divine colour.

“You've proven everything since you got here, dusk. ”

“All the sacrifices made by the gods for thousands of years have had value at this moment," Martha replied softly, as the rising sun on the horizon at that moment cast its first dawn over her face: “For the long night has passed and the dawn is coming. ”

“You're only making one mistake, dusk. ”

“The Herald and I have never made escape our final salvation...”

……