Although the idea of imprisoning Dragon Queen Gwendolyn in a cage based on the Roman's body and Constance's kind personality failed miserably, she was at least right about one thing.
The power of Chaos could not be completely brought into the world of Wohnde, let alone materialize within the laws of Tiamat. Because the whole of Wohnde could not withstand the will of the Twilight. Even if all the magic and laws of Wohnde were drained, it would not be able to recreate even one percent of the Twilight Dragon's power.
This was an existence that even the gods had to fear.
How could a few mere mortals treat it as nothing?
The invincible power swept through the entire elemental barrier, but the Roman quickly noticed Brando who was floating in the void, seemingly unaffected. She saw with her own eyes that her power passed through the latter's body, but as if there was nothing there, it swept through without any hindrance.
"Eh?"
She exclaimed softly, feeling that the 'Verdant' in her hand was slightly hot.
At this moment, Brando's mind was in a mess.
It was as if a lot of memories flooded in, turning into a mess of fragments and images, flashing in front of his eyes. It was like a fast-forwarded movie. The speed at which the scenes changed was so fast that it was dazzling and too much for the eyes to take in.
The scenes took place in Bucce, Fortress Riedon, and Bruglas. It was like a life and death struggle in a dark forest. Sometimes, it was like a banquet under the dim light, where people were drinking and dancing.
Or it was in the mountains of Grinoires, the black pine forest on the gentle slope against the starry sky, castles, manors, marching troops, people and horses, wind lanterns hanging on the saddle, and a silent Knight wearing a metal mask.
It was like the conspiracy behind the thick curtains in Ampere Seale and Coldwood Castle. He heard the voices of people arguing. The princess's voice, Amandina's voice, Freya's voice, and finally all kinds of voices buzzed and buzzed, annoying him to no end.
But it was in such a mess of lights and shadows that his heart was strangely calm.
He remembered some things.
Tulman had told him that Martha hoped that the Iron Folk could defeat Dusk, but this hope was so illusory. No matter how one looked at it, it was just a depressing despair.
This was an era that belonged to mortals.
Everything he was familiar with, whether it was Princess Gryphine, the little prince, the Valkyrie who had followed him in the past Erouine, or the overly serious Amandina.
Or rather, he opened a new bar in the Menta area. Every time he saw Red Copper Dragon Retto, he would smile, and everyone else. In his memories, he saw Chiara who pressed the crystal pendant of Seifer's Heart into his palm, Vahina who was furious in his family's castle, and Knight Jocko who somewhat worshipped him …
Many, many people …
He hoped that all of this could be preserved. He did not agree with Constance's philosophy, nor did he dare to agree with the Tree Herders' approach. Perhaps the Dark Dragon Odin had noble intentions to protect this world, but his approach was not necessarily correct.
He believed in himself, believed in Martha, believed that even in the game, the players could defeat the Dusk Dragon. He believed that in this world, he could do the same.
But at this moment.
He doubted it.
Because he deeply understood that in his heart, he also lacked confidence.
What if he was wrong? In the face of this terrible power, how could the weak mortals resist it? Perhaps the Silver Queen, Odin, and the Tree Herders were not wrong …
Because Lady Martha might really be wrong.
She should have chosen another path from the beginning.
He was in a daze, but Haku's voice in his mind sounded a little anxious, "Brando, you bastard, wake up!"
What this elven lady regretted the most now was that she should not have been so aggressive in the beginning, causing Brando to isolate her in a corner of his spiritual world. Now, she had no one to respond to her.
Because she had lost the ability to spy on Brando's spiritual world, she did not know what kind of state he was in, but this guy dared to be in a daze in front of the Dusk Dragon. She really did not know whether to be angry at herself or to hang him up and beat him up.
Unfortunately, Brando obviously could not understand the lady's anxiety, so all of her calls went unanswered.
She looked in the direction of the Dusk Dragon.
The 'merchant lady' gently struggled out of Dragon Queen Gwendolyn's embrace. To be precise, the latter could no longer maintain her previous posture. As the one closest to the 'Roman', she was naturally the first to bear the brunt and suffered the most injuries.
At this moment, she had lost the ability to maintain her original form and had returned to her weak human form. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her forehead was full of blood. The blood flowed down her cheeks and turned into blood droplets that floated in the gravity-free universe.
She had lost an arm, and blood flowed out of the wound like a waterfall. The golden blood glistened under the morning sun rising from the horizon of Wohnde.
The Dusk Dragon pinched her chin. Gwendolyn had long lost consciousness, and who knew how many bones in her body were broken. She could only weakly allow the 'Roman' to hold her head. Blood gushed out of her mouth and flowed onto the hands of the 'Roman', but the latter did not care.
She gently stretched out her finger and wiped the Dragon Queen's lips. Her finger was golden, and then she put it to her lips and licked it with her tongue.
In front of her, a black cocoon cage of light appeared out of nowhere. The cage was only slightly bigger than a fist, and within it was the 'Fairy'.
Tata looked at her with a pale face, but the 'Roman' used her other hand to throw away the unconscious Dragon Queen. She held up her hand, and in her palm was the glittering Golden Stone Slab.
She stared at the Golden Stone Slab in fascination and sighed. "How can I let you play Odin's old tricks again? Besides, a thousand years or a few decades is just a breath to me. It's hard to understand your mentality of struggling at death's door."
"But I'm very worried about that bitch Martha's tricks, so I won't give you this chance."
"Lady Martha was your opponent for several eras. You have never won against her when she was still in this world," the 'Fairy' said with a pale face. "What's the difference between insulting Mother and insulting yourself? You can kill all of us at any time. As a higher existence, what's the point of humiliating us … … "
"Indeed," the 'Roman replied. "This is the source of my anger. Emotions are really unnecessary. I have some doubts about whether I did something wrong, but fortunately, the outcome has been decided."
There was dead silence all around.
The Elven Queen coughed and looked at Eleranta on the other side. The Sage frowned, but shook her head at her, indicating that she should not act rashly.
Haku's heart sank.
At the last moment of this world, what she thought of was not Loki's mercury staff, nor was it Osopal's Eternal Indestructible Artifact.
What she saw in front of her was the ethereal, pale, quiet face of an elf.
It was her concubine's sister.
Her name was Metisha.
"Little one, if you don't react, we'll all be buried with you … …"
She murmured.
But this sentence seemed to have some kind of effect.
Brando's index finger moved slightly, and his eyelids opened a little. He felt that something had formed a connection with him.
It was light —
White and flawless.
There was a soft sound, and even the Twilight Dragon, who was mocking the others, could not help but turn around. Everyone saw a bright brilliance rising in the darkness.
It was a pair of wings.
It protected Brando's back, piece by piece, and each piece was like the light of the birth of heaven and earth.
Wohnde, such a world was born in the light. Life was born in the water, multiplied on the earth, protected by the wind, and endowed with wisdom by the flames. The mortal world was formed.
First, it was water.
The Ice Pearl and the Shallow Sea Sword emerged from behind Brando, and a blue light flashed from the earth of Wohnde. William, who was trekking towards a rift valley in the great glacier, suddenly saw the entire fault zone glowing with a blue light. Then, with a long howl, he saw a blue brilliance rising from the rift valley into the sky.
The mage leader looked up and narrowed his eyes slightly.
The blue light formed an ancient rune behind Brando —
It was a ring-shaped eye, symbolizing the search for knowledge and truth.
"The Observer's Eye!" Bai was the first to react.
Then, it was the earth.
The gray emblem of Gaia took shape.
Finally, it was fire.
It was a golden flame, with two snakes coiled inside.
The three holy swords resonated with each other. However, the light wings behind Brando gently flapped, and the white feathers fell on the three runes. In the flickering light, it seemed to form a network, and in this huge network, the three ancient runes returned to each other.
"This …" Miss Tata was stunned in the cage.
"This is the Wings of Light! How is it possible? When did Lady Martha leave such a promise on Mr. Brando …! " The Elfin Queen could not help but blurt out. She coughed heavily, and then said in disbelief, "Ancient people, ancient kings, this is the supreme language …"
"I give you wings made of light, and then I can promise you king-" Bai muttered to himself, "Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have such a talent …"
"… We were still looking for it, but Mr. Brando was clearly in front of us. Lady Martha, this is really … really …"
Brando seemed to turn a deaf ear to everything in the outside world.
He raised his head, his eyes empty, and stretched out his right hand.
It was all in an instant —
The emerald flew out of the Roman's hand. The Twilight Dragon subconsciously wanted to hold it, but it was useless. This scepter of nature seemed to be unaffected by all rules and power, and it came to Brando's hand without hesitation.
That was the power of life.
"So the world became —"
Brando looked at the Twilight Dragon and said lightly, "The next time we meet, it will be time for us to settle the score."
"Yellow Dragon."
The cage that enveloped Tata was shattered.
And the Book of Gold in Miss Merchant's hand actually emitted a dazzling light at this moment …
"Lady Elanta! Your Majesty! " Miss Fairy jumped up and shouted this sentence with all her might, "… Complete the seal!"
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(PS: It's the end of the month, please vote, friends, it'll be moldy if you stay any longer. Also, there are readers asking about the progress of the book. I can only say that it's not over yet. Overall, I'm still making progress, and it's not as abrupt as you think. I'll explain everything that needs to be explained. In my opinion, the ending is still relatively perfect, and there won't be any strange situations.)
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