If the Chong Mountain trial was a dream, then for Brando, the dream was gradually collapsing.
After the spatial rift that he and Bai saw swept across the sky, the entire trial became unstable. Many empty spaces appeared in the space, and ice and rocks fell into the rifts with terrifying screams. The glaciers soon split into four or five pieces, and avalanches a hundred times more spectacular than what he had experienced before came crashing down, as if the world was going to be completely crushed.
There was no longer a 'path' in the collapsing world that could be called a passage to continue moving forward. If he was still in his previous state, he would have died without a burial place, but the fact was that his current state was much better than before.
Bai's words were a huge help to him. Now that he knew that this was a spiritual world, no matter how terrifying the scene was, Brando only needed to be firm and unwavering, and he would not be harmed at all.
He moved forward step by step, as if he was walking a path in this chaotic scene. At this moment, even the white fog in his spiritual world did not dare to mock him anymore. She was frightened. Although she knew the nature of this world better than Brando, she did not have an outrageous willpower attribute like him. Even if she understood, she could not help but be affected by everything in front of her.
She could only wait nervously for the result. Would Brando conquer this trial, or would he die here with her?
But Brando saw a strange scene at this moment.
He saw a wide road in this collapsing world. Although it was also a snowfield, it was not affected by the collapsing glaciers around it. Everything collapsed on its sides, and passed away on its sides, but it remained motionless, like a world of perfect stillness.
Bai, who was also in Brando's spiritual world and observing the world through Brando's eyes, naturally saw this scene as well. She cried out involuntarily, "The sage leads the way …"
Brando looked up, and a back was deeply engraved in his eyes.
It was a jade-green color that was completely different from this snow-covered world. He couldn't even see the thin figure walking in the snowy plains, but he could only see a cloak fluttering in the wind, like a flag.
"This is …"
Brendel's pupils shrank in circles.
In this world, there was an epic: A Knight named Tian Qing shattered the heavens, causing the stars to fall to the earth, announcing the end of an era.
With the Holy Spear Firmament in his hand, he guarded the dark night of the mortals.
However, he was no ordinary person.
"Then are you a mortal, Brando?"
"I am."
"Then are you a mortal, Sophie?"
"…"
Brando remained silent, as if there were two voices asking and answering themselves in his heart.
"Follow him!"
"Follow them, Brendel!" Haku's voice shouted anxiously in his mind.
But he turned a deaf ear.
He suddenly saw the Silver Queen standing in front of him, looking at him in horror. The hope in her eyes was extinguished bit by bit, finally turning into endless despair.
"Your authority comes from the Truth Society!" Ovina looked at him from the other side and said firmly, one word at a time.
He took a step forward, and the two phantoms behind him shattered into pieces.
"Who are you?" Princess Gryphine looked at him coldly and stood in front of him. "My fiancé is Brando Cardiloso, not you!"
Brando took another step forward, and the Princess' phantoms also disappeared.
But he stopped.
He saw Brando — the version of himself who died in the old mansion in Bucce, looking at him quietly.
"Where are you from?"
"I …"
Brando's heart trembled slightly.
The biggest secret in his heart finally loosened.
"You know everything, don't you?" The other "him" smiled at him.
"I am a mortal, the son of the Sword Saint Darius. My grandfather's wish for me was to survive and not be sucked into this vortex of right and wrong."
"But sixty years after that war, who can see the future clearly? Perhaps all of this was already destined. As a mortal, how can I control my own fate? "
"I am you, Brando," Brando answered. "We are not different."
"But I am a mortal. Are you?" "Brando" also answered, "When Ovina said those words to you, you already understood, didn't you?"
Brando was silent.
Indeed, he had his suspicions as well.
Black Iron Blood flowed in his veins, but he had the legacy of his ancestors. Some facts were already self-evident.
But as a player, how could Sophie have the blood of his ancestors? In reality, he was just a normal person.
"Do you understand?" "Brando" asked again.
He nodded his head silently.
"Brando" also looked at him silently.
"… So, Brando, answer me … In this world, do the mortals control their own fates?"
"I don't know," Brando shook his head. "But I believe that perhaps one day."
"Perhaps one day?"
This question suddenly made Brando's heart resolute.
He raised his head, his eyes shining with the light of reminiscence. He answered softly, "… Perhaps I have seen all of this before. I have seen a civilization that has experienced ignorance and barbarism, slaughter and disorder, and even to this day, is still greedy and indifferent. But I have also seen a lot of gentleness and beauty — at least I know that our history has not regressed. Even if the process is long and winding, I have reason to believe that tomorrow …"
"What you have seen, I have never known, Brando …" The other "him" shook his head. "So this is the biggest difference between us. Let me ask you, Brando, will you decide the future of mortals for us?"
Brando looked at him.
But he did not answer.
He took a step forward. His illusion faded into nothingness, like ripples on the surface of the water.
"You are one of us, Brando." A gentle voice sounded.
Brando raised his head in surprise and looked at the figure that appeared in front of him. The other party did not turn his head. He stood with his back to him. A dreamy green cloak hung down from his back and quietly fell to the ground.
It was not until this moment that Brando realized that the snowy plains around them had disappeared. The two of them seemed to be in an empty space of the universe.
Stars twinkled around them.
Brando opened his mouth in slight surprise. He did not even know how the other party came to his side. And he had a faint feeling that the other party did not seem to be an illusion, but a real existence here.
This illusion was so strong that he was so shocked that he could not say a word.
Haku also could not make a sound.
The Azure Knight slowly turned around. Only then did Brando realize that the descriptions of the other party in various legends and myths were not fabricated. But he could not see the other party's face clearly.
The Azure Knight held up a sword in his hand and said to him: "The people under your protection rely on you. This is a responsibility for you. And when you make such a decision, you will change the fate of others. Although you do not answer this question, you understand this in your heart. "
"I am just doing what I want to do," Brando retorted: "I did not hurt anyone."
"In fact, not only did you not hurt them, you also protected them, just like Martha and the Gods. But sometimes such kindness is unintentional."
"This is not a favor, but a mutual trust. Even without me, the people will fight for themselves and protect their homes and loved ones. No one has the right to decide the fate of others." Brendel shook his head firmly, "Even without me, the people will fight for themselves and protect their homes and loved ones.
"And what you are doing — —"
"I am just one of them. There is no difference, sir. Maybe I am stronger. I don't mind someone supporting me and moving forward with me. If one day I lose my power, I will be the same. Because civilization and order are not separate entities. Our kingdom and society are built through mutual connections, and no one can be free from them. "
The Azure Knight nodded and picked up the sword in his hand. "Then are you ready to take my sword?"
Haku was excited. She looked at Brando with some disbelief — in fact, as a candidate, Brando did not seem that extraordinary to her. Before the War of the Holy Saints, although there were fewer candidates in each era than the last, there were still some.
In fact, Brando was not the best candidate she had ever seen. He even seemed a little clumsy. If it were not for her reminder and rescue, he might have died in the glacier. Before this, she had never heard of a candidate needing help from others to pass the trial.
But similarly — —
She had never heard of anyone who could meet the will of the Azure Knight in the trial. Almost uncontrollably, the words of the legendary Dark Prophecy emerged in her heart, especially when the Azure Knight picked up the sword in front of her.
Because only she understood what the sword symbolized.
She finally could not help but shout in Brando's mind: "Quick, accept it, Brando! That is the Amber Sword! You may be the person that Tata and the fire fairy were talking about. Pick it up, maybe you can really bring a glimmer of hope to this world! "
But Brando did not reach out his hand. He just stood there quietly.
"You are crazy!" Haku was a little furious: "Do you understand what you are doing? How can you let down the hopes of those who believe in you?"
"I am not crazy," Brando shook his head: "Lady Tiamas, do you think our world can be saved by a sword?"
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