This is the land that God promised you.
It illuminates the sky like a stream of light.
Your wisdom is like a raging flame.
Your crown is as noble as the stars.
You are the king of the ancestors, the people of God.
Blessed are the people of the world.
Because God and the kingdom, wisdom and spirit have descended.
— Elnorma's Seven Lines, Dr.3079.1.7, Lakantu.
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Constance's voice was low and long. It passed through the courtyard of the Garden of White Roses and the forest, recounting the past sixty years ago.
"Your grandfather, Sword Saint Darius, was a genius that only appeared once in a hundred years. His bloodline was equally noble. He was the Promised One who was born in Karsuk during the Year of Flowing Flame. He was the pride of the Cardiloso family — "
"And you?"
"You were born in the Cardiloso family and received unimaginable glory and pride. You were lucky, but you did not know when to stop. The title of Earth Sword Saint could not protect you forever. The Cardiloso family was nothing in front of the Empire."
"I gave you a chance, but you did not cherish it —"
The Silver Queen gently raised her right hand and extended her index finger. The tip of her finger was like that of a young girl, slender and long. A drop of golden blood flew out from her fingertip and fused into the void in front of her.
After all, mortals could not understand this world. No matter how outstanding their talents were, they were just like the smartest monkeys who could only dominate a group of monkeys. Darius was once such an outstanding Promise, but his descendants could not see such a drop of blood flowing from their bodies. This was a pure bloodline. How could the filthy blood flowing in the bodies of the Iron Folk be compared to the glorious and dazzling era of the past?
This was the sorrow of the mortal world.
"That woman's bloodline has also been purified to a certain extent." The head of the Valkyrie, Brunhilda, suddenly spoke. Her low and hollow voice lingered in everyone's ears like a whisper.
"It seems that Her Majesty's experiment is not hopeless," The Shire replied.
Only Metisha did not care about this. Constance's words made the little princess slightly unhappy. She said, "The Lord did not rely on anyone. Before this, he did not even know of his own birth. He is only twenty years old. This experience is enough to write an epic even among my people."
"It is not unprecedented."
"Me?" Metisha shook her head and said softly, "I am not as good as the Lord. I am a princess after all. My people have poured as much effort into me as anyone else."
Charles smiled and patted the little princess on the shoulder as he said, "Don't worry.
"A person's life is like the stars in the sky. When we see the stars decorating the night sky, we often overlook the most dazzling light among them. However, some people are born to shine brightly in an era.
"The Fools have no way of knowing this, and that is why history and books are filled with myths and legends."
This is a heavy era.
The mortals lost the favor of the Gods.
Hundreds of millions of lights were extinguished. People used their reverence for the sages to move forward in the darkness. They built kingdoms and cities on top of suffering, and lit torches in the wilderness.
The glory of civilization was passed down in the end.
But people still held on to the past in one way or another. Some were immersed in the past and did not move forward. But some were not willing to die in the peaceful memories of the past.
Some took a step forward. Some were ahead of others. Because of this, after the Miirnas, there were four empires standing on the land.
The names of the pioneers were carved on the stone tablets. But after thousands of years of wind and frost, the names on the stone tablets were blurred.
In the Holy Palace of the Wind Empress, in Fanzin's Holy Palace, two pairs of calm eyes showed a look of indulgence. Outside White Harbor, the sound of a bell echoed, reminding the sails in the harbor to prepare for the storm.
William Pister looked at the snowstorm. The gigantic figure of the Evil Dragon Fusia was gradually fading away. Her voice came from the snowstorm.
"We will meet again in the Elemental Frontier, Bugas."
The time had come.
In the past three hundred and seventy years, 1847 Promised Ones were born in Wohnde. Among them, there were 13 Chosen Ones. In the past hundred years, this number had increased to half. Since the first era, the progress of history seemed to be shining with the names of geniuses. Every dazzling star had profoundly changed the trajectory of the world.
But Brando did not tell the Silver Queen.
This was not a sign of the blood of the mortals being purified. The era of the Gods had long passed forever. The Dark Dragon would not descend again. The Miirnas' kingdom would eventually become incomplete words in the books. A new era was coming, but it did not bring the glorious past.
It was a bloody war.
This was the war of the mortal world.
Brendel raised his sword, and the gaps between the fragments shone with a dazzling reddish-gold light. He did not cherish the chance of others giving him, but he truly cherished the people around him.
Unfortunately, he would not say these.
Because he understood that to some people, they were meaningless.
This was a principle that only a few people understood. It was summed up by tens of thousands of bloodshed and deaths.
The first one to rush in front of him was the Grand Commander of the Flame Family Knights, Imperial Gate Richard. He raised his sword, and the Flame Blade in his hand clashed with the Grand Commander's sword. Then there was a sharp sound, and sparks burst out from the blades of the two swords. After three consecutive strikes, both of them took a step back.
Prince Ogeos crawled out of the rubble with half of his body. His face was covered in dust as he climbed out of the rubble. His eyes were bloodshot as he watched the scene unfold. This was a battle between Limiteers, but he acted as if he had not heard anything.
He had never suffered so much in his life. It was a great humiliation.
In the Lache of Wa, his father was above him. But here, no one could control him. The prince's impulsive personality was magnified. The first thing he did was not to check his injuries, but to search for his sword.
"What a fool …"
"She really doesn't know what's good for her …" Scarlet had just waved Firmament back into her hand when she heard Ovina's mocking voice in her mind. "A mixed-blood Deity of who knows how many generations, and she dares to spout such nonsense. She doesn't even know that your Lord …"
The girl suddenly stopped talking. She curled her lips and said, "Hmph, she doesn't know her place."
Scarlet did not understand. She was anxious but she realized that she still could not help Brando. Because of the Blood of God, she had been hovering at the peak of the Gold level. She had not even activated her Elemental Powers. With Firmament's help, she could defeat opponents before the beginning of the Elemental Powers of Truth. But when it came to the peak of the Precepts or even the Supreme Realm, she was still powerless.
Ovina seemed to sense her master's mood. She said, "Those two idiots are obsessed. Why don't you help them?"
"Me?" The highlander girl paused for a moment, her amber eyes shining brightly. "Can I be of help to my liege?"
"Yes, you are a little too weak. But that's normal. You don't have to be discouraged. Did you know that there were a few extremely powerful figures in history? They weren't really geniuses, but through hard work, they were still able to carve their names into the annals of history."
"How can I help my Lord?" Scarlet asked calmly.
Ovina's shadow appeared beside her. She glanced at the battlefield calmly. "It's simple. They want to suppress your Lord in terms of bloodline. Why don't you grant them their wish? Open up all the access channels and show them what your Lord can do —"
"Open up the access channels?"
"Access is bloodline, stupid girl."
"Improve my bloodline?" Scarlet was stunned. "How can I do that?"
"No." Ovina shook her head vehemently. "Your Lord is right. You really are a stupid girl. Bloodline is not up to you to decide. What I mean is for you to open up all the access channels —"
"Open up all the access channels?" Scarlet asked again, dumbfounded.
"It's simple. You are a Knight of the Azure Knight. Your access comes from the Gate of Arbitration. You are supposed to be a supervisor and manager. This is your scope of authority."
"What … should I do?"
"Password —"
"Password?"
The Knight of the Imperial Gate was locked in battle with Brando. Willek had joined the fray. However, they were still evenly matched. It was as if Brando's power had increased by leaps and bounds in the span of a few hours.
Willek, who had joined the battle later, felt a chill run down his spine. This young man was too scary. How old was he? He had heard rumors about the Sword Saint Darius from sixty years ago. Could it be that everyone in the Cardiloso family was as crazy as him?
What he didn't know was that after the battle at the Frost Dew Manor, Brando finally had time to consolidate the new characteristics of his Elements of Time and Space. As the Elements of the Power of Existence, their potential was beyond anyone's imagination.
Behind them, Bradley and Maximilian were being held back by Sidney and Veronica, while San Leo and Fayne joined the battle behind them. Brendel suddenly stopped when he saw Brendel joining the battle.
Then, a shield appeared in his hand.
On the shield, there were bright flowing flames, a radiant Holy Church, a supreme laurel crown, and the Kingdom of God. A holy sword hung alone in the sky and fell straight into the ground, as if it was going to split the entire world into two.
This shield was very familiar to everyone who lived in the center of the Empire.
It was the Angel's Holy Shield, the symbol of Rushta.
The Shield of Eroma.
The moment Brando took out the shield, the faces of the Supreme Realm powerhouses around him changed. This was the Holy Relic left by the Flame King for Cruz. How could it fall into the hands of an outsider?
Richard was the first to react. His heart was burning with anger, and he was about to explode. However, at the last moment, a strange thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
Why could he take away the Holy Shield?
This shield was placed on the Victory Square by Gretel himself. After a thousand years, no one could get within three feet of it.
Even if the Great Holy See Vara came personally, it was the same.
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