The enemy we are facing may be the most ferocious and terrifying opponent of this era. Its existence is far from conquering, nor is it to rule and seize benefits. The destruction brought by the Twilight is pure. It will return the world of Wohnde to chaos, just as its believers in the mortal world claim — the final judgment and the end of the world.
— Silver Scholar, Judd J. Robaenriel
And this was the era of the Twilight. In the face of the heavy reality, everyone was hesitant to move forward. This was the common opponent that humans had faced for six eras. However, even the gods had failed time and time again. How could the mortals, born of the Black Iron, raise their hands and feet in front of it?
Everyone looked solemn. Even Brando's face was tense. He silently pursed his lips into a straight line.
"The Twilight Dragon has mastered the blood of the ancestors. Its goal is the ultimate secret of our world —"
"Can we still make it in time?"
Garek's lips were dry and cracked, but his face looked a little indifferent.
"That's just right!" On the contrary, Fang Qi seemed a little strangely excited. The genius of the Phantom Chariot lineage seemed to have returned to his old ways at this moment. He paced back and forth feverishly. "I've long been tired of the repeated days. To be honest, I've long been tired of the trivial calculations between my family and Phoenix Fire —"
Fang Qi waved his hand. "… And this is what I want, about the mystery of the Emerald and everything behind it. Miss Delfien, do you remember what I told you?"
There was a flicker of fire in his dark eyes. He looked at everyone and then at Brando. "If we can't participate in it ourselves, it will be the biggest regret of our lives. Brando, I believe in you. How about taking us to create a miracle —"
Brando ignored the guy who had returned to his old ways and only asked Garek, "I want to hear your opinion."
Garek also looked at Brando.
"Move forward or die, but this is our only chance. We have some reasons why we have to do it. Above the blue sea of Anglia, we saw the sunrise and everything that bathed in the sunlight. The sunrise we see today may be our last glimpse. The curtain of the past has fallen, and the long night of Wohnde is coming. "
"But the endless darkness is not the long night. The long night is the wait before the dawn," Brando replied.
"Maybe, but that depends on you and me."
Garek coughed violently. It clenched its hand into a fist and pressed it against its chest.
"Mr. Garek, is the secret here?"
"Yes, it is the target of Akentu, Flora, and 'us' —"
"Then, what is the Seat of Destiny?"
Garek shook his head weakly.
"No one knows what it is, Mr. Brando. I don't know, Akentu doesn't know, and the Twilight Dragon doesn't know."
"It may just be a law, a kind of authority, or it may just be a name. Maybe only Lady Martha knows what it is … Master, no, the Twilight Dragon spent countless years to come here. The secret was placed under the ruins of the past order, in the flow of old time …"
Brando was silent for a moment, "How strong is Akentu now?"
Garek looked at him with his yellow eyes. There was no anxiety in his eyes, only steel-like coldness.
Brando raised his head, and he already understood. He looked at the dark corridor in front of him again.
It lay there, immersed in the silent darkness, as if thousands of years, or even tens of thousands of years, were just a moment. It would lead to an unknown and unpredictable future, and the time after that might be long or short, but it would be an eternal secret that no one knew.
At this moment, Brando suddenly recalled such a scene.
It was the Sacred White Field. The Flame King said so in his oath to the humans, elves, dwarves, Silver Folk, and dragons. His voice echoed in the wilderness, like an ancient ghost that still lingered in the hearts of future generations:
We will take this step, and after this step, it is the path to seek the truth. It may lead to victory or death. We have no way of knowing, but we can make a choice.
Forward or backward?
Brando subconsciously looked at the Holy Sword Oderfeiss in his hand. The dark blade shone faintly under the dim light, and every golden-red texture on the blade seemed to be flowing.
With a common voice, they told him the answer.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Brando at this moment. They saw the young Earl from Erouine lower his head and then raise it again.
He looked at the dragon who was leaning against the wall and asked, "Are you alright?"
Garek shook his head. "Mr. Brando," he asked weakly, "I only have one last question. Can you tell me, what do you think the chances are?"
"I don't know," Brando replied, "but I think there's still a chance."
"There's still a chance …"
Garek smiled weakly, "Then leave me here. If I can still have a beautiful dream in the dark, maybe I can still see Mithril."
"Garek …" The little female dragon clenched her claws.
"No, Aloz, go forward, don't waste time."
The little female dragon wanted to say something more, but Brando pressed the back of her hand and dragged her forward, past Garek. In the darkness, he felt Aloz instinctively struggle, but she quickly turned her palm around and clasped his hand tightly.
The others also silently passed by Garek. Brando looked back and saw Phoenix Flame place her sword in front of her chest and salute the other party.
It was like a poem blooming in the darkness, quiet as a trickle.
… …
Akentu looked at the giant door shining with a metallic light. The door was engraved with the scene of Martha's creation. A little light rose from her hand, and each light beam was drawn by countless stretched lines, passing through the clouds and the sea of fire, covering the whole world, boundless.
"Deliberately mystifying," Akentu said with a look of contempt, "where is this place?"
"This is Marsha's kingdom" Gaia calmly replied: "Before Marsha fell into her eternal slumber, she had placed the highest authority of Tiamat in this place. Entering this place requires an extremely high level of authority, and after the era of Azure, no Divine citizen has been allowed to enter this place"
Akentu heard this name and hesitated for a moment. But fanaticism made him put down his concerns, he waved his claws and roared, "Open it!"
Martha had long left this world, and the gods fell into an eternal sleep because Tiamat's network ran out of magic. At this moment, this place was just an abandoned wasteland.
The ball of light flickered.
Akentu immediately felt a tremor in the entire space.
He looked around vigilantly, suspecting that the Goddess of Earth was up to something again, but nothing unusual seemed to happen. Suddenly, a trickle of light flowed out from Martha's fingertips on the giant door in front of him, and the bright light spread in all directions along the lines of the relief.
As if in an instant, the entire door shone brightly and became abnormally dazzling.
"What is this!?" He asked in a sharp voice.
But just as he finished speaking, the dazzling light had dissipated, and Akentu found that the giant door in front of him had disappeared, and a vast and mysterious space appeared behind it —
An ancient galaxy lay in front of him, and in the midst of billions of bright lights, among countless burning stars, there was a gem quietly placed.
It was an organic gem, or to be exact, an 'amber'.
It was very large, about a few stories tall, and its surface reflected the starlight and emitted a soft bright yellow light. In the center of its irregular geometric shape, there was a dazzling shadow.
Akentu recognized at a glance that it was the shape of the continent of Wohnde.
It was placed in the center of this world, and circles of silver protective equipment wrapped around it. The flowing light in the 'amber' was like a dazzling halo. However, the light of the stars passed through this halo, making it seem as if it was immersed in a river of time.
At that moment, even the King of Demons could not help but be stunned.
"It's actually here." Akentu's scorched yellow vertical pupils showed a hint of surprise. "The fire seed that you have carefully preserved from the past world, the only treasure of this world — the Throne of Destiny."
He subconsciously took a step toward the 'amber', but a figure had already swept past him — it was Flora. The latter instantly turned into a sharp arrow and shot toward the 'amber'.
She tried her best to reach out, and her fingertips almost touched the bright surface of the 'amber', but the Purgatory Lord snorted coldly at this moment.
At that moment, Fu Luofa let out a miserable cry and fell from the sky as if she had been struck by lightning. As soon as the girl landed, she hugged herself in pain — the capillaries under the skin of her arms seemed to come alive and rolled between her muscles. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her face was as pale as paper.
"You don't know what's good for you." Akentu looked at her coldly and sneered.
"Akentu …" Flora's two slender and beautiful eyebrows were almost entangled with each other. She clenched her teeth and stared at the Purgatory Lord with blazing eyes. "You know the consequences of betraying the master!"
Akentu choked.
He looked back at the 'amber' with some fascination — the lofty throne was so charming and so enchanting. That was the supreme authority of Martha's Tiamat Code, and also the only shortcut to the power of existence.
No wonder Échis was so fascinated by it that he did not hesitate to betray his master.
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