This thought lingered in his mind, and it was more realistic than all the nightmares he had experienced.
Because if he didn't explain it this way, he couldn't explain why this world was still exactly the same as in The Amber Sword.
He couldn't explain his transmigration, nor could he explain the system he had.
He couldn't explain this world that could be digitized by the game data of the past.
Because of this, he didn't dare to explore too much. He was afraid that he would accidentally discover the truth of this world. He carefully controlled his gaze within an acceptable range, as if pretending that all these things that didn't make sense didn't exist.
It sounded like an ostrich, but for Brando, it was a choice he had to make. Otherwise, he really suspected that he would go crazy in this dream that he couldn't wake up from.
Self-doubt and denial would always destroy all people's beliefs.
But at this moment.
When the law of Tiamat behind the elemental barrier tore open the veil and revealed the true side of the world in front of him, he found that all his previous speculations seemed to have lost their ground.
Brando had to stare at the huge array in the void without moving, and for a moment, he didn't know whether to feel lucky or uneasy.
This might not be a virtual world, or a world in a dream.
The myth described in the Pale Epic went like this – Martha and the four Elven Lords made a covenant, and personally sent down the law of Tiamat, using the law to constrain the boundaries of the elements, so that the foundation of the world of Wohnde could be established.
This was a chapter in the Book of Creation, or to be exact, the first section of the second chapter of the Book of Creation. This was the history that happened in the first breath of the world after it was born in the light.
The natives believed in it, but the players thought it was just a fictional, but imaginative description.
Brando used to think so too.
So in his imagination, the law of Tiamat in the myth should be a huge invisible order that shrouded the entire world of Wohnde.
Martha's supreme divine power created this world, and such a miraculous power ran through the world of Wohnde. People couldn't see it, and they couldn't touch it. For a long time, people only felt the rise and fall of the sun and moon, the alternation of the seasons, the circulation of the atmosphere, and everything in Wohnde.
Its only form should be the strands of silver law, which were the most basic rules and truths of the world of Wohnde. They intertwined and combined to form everything in this world.
Just like the shale stone slab mentioned earlier —
And in the game, this so-called Law of Tiamat should be a piece of data. It didn't require too much power or miracles. As long as the designers set a definition for it, it would be like a game engine of The Amber Sword. Naturally, it would be able to support the rising and setting of the sun, the changing of the seasons, and the laws of all things in this world.
But no matter which guess it was.
At the very least, it shouldn't have appeared in front of him like this. Some cold rows of black metal constructs, far and near, tens of millions of them hung in the sky hundreds of kilometers away from Vaunte's atmosphere. It was like a thousand-kilometer-wide ring of stars, although this ring was parallel to the earth and had no curvature.
Brando didn't know if this thing was Martha's creation, or a miracle created by the gods and Martha together.
But this cold behemoth in front of him was obviously the legendary law of Tiamat, which laid the foundation of all the laws of Wohnde. After the gods left, it took over and controlled everything in the world of Wohnde.
The formation of every rock and soil, the process of every raindrop solidifying from the clouds and falling to the ground, the flow of rivers, the growth of all things, even the decline and rise of civilizations, the birth and death of life, all were under its control.
If this world was still a game.
Then it obviously didn't need such a strange existence. The game engine of The Amber Sword by the designers obviously didn't need a physical existence in the game.
Then all of this was too strange.
What are they?
Brando couldn't help but have such a thought in his mind. When he finally sorted out such a thought from his own thoughts, he came back to his senses and heard Fiath and Lute shouting at him in his ears.
"Mr. Brando, what's wrong with you!"
"What are those, Lute, do you know?" Brando couldn't help but ask.
The storm from the world's crystal wall was passing through the entire network of Tiamat, but the metal constructs suspended in the void were motionless in the storm, as if they were not affected by anything.
"I don't know, Mr. Brando." Lute shook his head. "But these must be the legacy left to us by the gods. I feel the breath of the ancestors, the dragons, and Martha from them."
As he spoke, he pulled out the flame sword from his back and said loudly, "But that's not important now, Mr. Brando. We may be falling into the Wohnde next. At that time, I will summon the power of Oderfeiss and find a way to protect you with Mr. Malourcha. No matter what, you must reach the Prime Material Plane safely —"
"Falling into the Wohnde?" Brando froze for a moment. "Wait, didn't Lady Tiamas say that we can pass through the spatial turbulence and follow the flow of magic to the Prime Material Plane?"
"Who is Lady Tiamas, when did she say such a thing?" Lute asked, puzzled.
"That's …" Brando was stunned and asked, "You didn't see her?"
"Who? Mr. Brando, are you hallucinating? "
Brando looked at Malourcha and Fias, and the latter two quickly shook their heads. Brando was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was the only one who saw Haku.
"What the hell is that woman doing?" Brando could not help but frown. At least he knew that ghosts were not invisible in the Wohnde, unless the latter did not want outsiders to see them.
He could not figure out why Haku would do such a thing and only let him see it. This seemed to be in line with her usual behavior along the way, being secretive. He did not know what kind of secret the cloud was brewing.
"Mr. Brando," Lute shouted again. "You said passing through the spatial turbulence just now, what did you mean?"
Although the Fire Fairy Prince claimed that he would sacrifice his life for the Adorer of Golden Flame, no one would be willing to die if they had another choice in the face of death.
Brando nodded. The will of Dusk was attacking the elemental barrier at the moment. In fact, many cracks had already appeared on the barrier outside the Wohnde. Most of these cracks were ruptures in space and time, which were naturally extremely dangerous for ordinary people, but for him, who had a body that was close to that of a Sage, Haku's suggestion was not unreasonable.
The key was that his own Elemental Element was the Elemental Element of Time and Space. As long as the spatial rupture did not kill him immediately, he could find a way to pass through it easily. After all, that thing was actually a chaotic teleportation spell. The teleportation spell used by the wizards in Wohnde was not much better than that. In terms of the laws, it was far inferior. It was just more stable and safer.
Right now, Brando could not guarantee the stability of the spatial rupture. He could only pray for Martha's protection for its safety. But at least Haku was right about one thing, and that was that the Magic Tide surging from the Sea of Magic would eventually flow towards Wohnde. Then, at least the general direction would not be wrong.
And going through the spatial rupture to Wohnde was indeed much safer than falling directly into the continent of Wohnde from this place.
Therefore, he nodded and said to Lute and the others, "Malourcha, Fiyas, I will let you reset back to the Cards of Fate in a while. When it is safe, I will find a way to summon you. Mr. Lute, come into my bag — "
"What bag?" Unlike Fiyas and Malourcha who followed his instructions, Lute's eyes widened. He subconsciously looked at the waist bag that Brando tied to the belt of his sword, and his expression changed.
"Wait, I am a relative of the Fire Elemental!"
"Nothing you can do now is useless."
Brando replied. He grabbed the little guy, opened his waist bag, and stuffed him in.
"Adorer of the Flaming Blade, you can't do this!"
"Wuwuwu …"
"… Don't do this, I will suffocate!"
Elemental creatures could suffocate? Brando smiled but did not say anything. He had never heard of such a ridiculous thing. He casually closed the bag, and the latter's voice disappeared without a trace.
…
In the capital of the Empire, Rushta had completely lost its former glory.
In the city that had almost completely turned into ruins, hundreds of thousands of people had long been buried under dust and rubble. The few people who were still lucky enough to survive hid in dark corners and trembled, waiting for the crystal monsters that rampaged above the ruins to flip open the broken walls between the ruins and find them.
Then, they would be killed one by one.
A carriage that had been heading in the direction of the inner city from the Garden of White Roses of Saint Kontik Palace was now flipped over on the side of the street. The two Knights in the carriage lay lifelessly on the side of the road.
One of them had his chest completely caved in, and his whole body was pressed under a huge piece of the city wall. The other person was lying on a few charred beams, and his body was badly mutilated. It was as if his corpse had been tortured by some wild beast.
But at least they were not too far away from their goal when they were alive.
Not far from the flipped carriage was the manor where the Antoburo Principality's envoy group stayed.
Although the manor had been completely engulfed in a sea of fire, and looked like it had fallen into a hellish scene from afar.
Inside the manor, the corpses of the guards and Knight were strewn all over the place.
But these people did not look like they had died under the impact of meteorites and the scorching sea of fire, nor did they look like they had experienced a fierce battle with terrifying monsters when they were alive.
To be more precise, their faces were green, and they were foaming at the mouth. It was more like they had died from poison.
…
(PS: My hand trembled when I copied the article, and I seem to have copied the last paragraph wrongly. I don't know if it's true. Anyway, I will edit it again. If it's true … OTL.)
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