At that moment.
Flopha's hand seemed to have passed through the non-existent amber and grabbed nothing.
Even if he lost his courage due to fear, Akentu, who was paralyzed on the ground, could not help but widen his eyes when he saw this scene. "What is this?" He screamed hoarsely, "Gaia, you lied to me …?"
However, no one cared about his fear and resentment, because the voice of the Demon King was quickly drowned out by an even sharper howl. It was the voice of Flopha, which was also the voice of the Twilight Dragon.
In an instant, the world trembled slightly.
Where Flopha's fingertips touched, a white light suddenly burst out from the 'amber'. It was like a flowing light vein, extremely dazzling. And the next moment, a dazzling light wheel bloomed, followed by a shockwave.
Brando saw the dazzling light explode in his vision, like a blooming flower of light. It was like the birth and death of a new star, from a grain of light to a dazzling burst of light.
At that moment, Flopha's figure was engulfed by the endless light, followed by Aloz.
"Little female dragon …" Brando widened his eyes and subconsciously reached out his hand.
But what he could grab was destined to be nothing more than nothingness.
The bright light swept in all directions, strands, rays, they intertwined into a stream of light, gushing out. In an instant, it affected the entire world.
For some reason, when he saw this scene, this sentence flashed in Brando's mind without warning.
'When Martha was born, light was born. Light lit up the eternal darkness, that was the beginning of everything.'
He shook his head, as if he wanted to expel this strange thought from his mind. However, his mind was groggy, and his eyelids were heavy. The System was repeatedly emitting ear-piercing screams and warnings in his mind.
[Warning: Heart and lung function is declining —]
[Warning: Excessive blood loss, life in danger —]
[Warning: Vital signs are disappearing —]
However, this clamor was very familiar to him.
It was as if he had experienced something similar in a certain scene. Warm light flowed around his body. In this white world, Brando seemed to hear another voice.
That voice was gentle and quiet, like a woman's soft hand caressing his tired soul and the wounds all over his body, calming him down and telling him —
"My dear child, please go to sleep. At this moment, you only need to rest, and everything in this world has nothing to do with you anymore …."
"You don't belong here, do you?"
"No … little female dragon, Aloz …"
Brando shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. He knew that he could not close his eyes at this moment, otherwise, what awaited him would be eternal sleep.
"I came here …"
He shouted at himself hoarsely in his heart.
"It's to change everything, for Erouine, for the princess, for the Roman and Freya, for everything I love, so that there will be no more regrets."
"You must not give up, Brando, so you must wake up."
Brando subconsciously grabbed the Angel's Heart Vase in his hand, but at this moment, something that terrified him happened — he found that he had grabbed nothing.
His heart sank endlessly.
Brando subconsciously turned his head, just in time to see the milky white teardrop-shaped pendant turn into dust in his hand. When the pure and flawless light swept over it, everything was gone with the wind.
Then he heard a scream.
It was Akentu's voice. When the Demon King was engulfed by the flawless light, white smoke came out from all over his body. Then, starting from his skin and muscles, his entire body began to disintegrate, turning into little white lights and dissipating into nothingness.
"Martha … you … no …"
This was the last syllable that Brando heard from the Burning Dusk, the Great Demon, the Demon King with a sheep's head, the Lord of Purgatory, Akentu. Then, the Demon King was born into nothingness before his eyes.
Everything faded away.
He saw a woman appear beside Akentu.
A girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, with long green hair, quiet eyes, and pointed ears. It was the image of Sifrid — except for the quiet demeanor and temperament, they were exactly the same.
The girl glanced at him, her mouth opened and closed as if she was answering him.
But there was no sound.
But Brando recognized the shape of her mouth:
"I did not lie to you, Akentu," the gentle voice replied calmly: "Because you can't understand the meaning of nobility —"
"If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
… …
In the gray world.
It was as if, for a moment, the huge abandoned city suddenly emitted a buzzing sound from the depths of its interior. It was like a huge illusion, but in an instant, the illusion became reality. Because on the desolated horizon, the top of the huge black tower that pierced straight into the sky suddenly became bright. In the hole at the top of the black tower, a dazzling ball of light that was like the sun lit up.
A figure appeared on the top of the tower.
It was a pair of beautiful, silver eyes. She silently looked at the earth, silently looked at the sky, silently looked at the whole lifeless world.
But at that moment, a path of light extended out from the huge ball of light under the lady's feet. It flowed down the body of the black tower. The light poured into the ground under the tower and then spread out in all directions.
The city that had been shrouded in darkness began to brighten up one by one.
She looked at all of this.
It was as if after thousands of years, this stagnant world had once again come alive.
Then she looked up.
Under the gentle gaze, the silver Lines of Law rose from the arc-shaped sky. They crossed thousands of miles, intertwined and weaved with each other, and gradually formed a huge network full of grids.
And that was the network Brando saw in Wohnde — Tiamat's network.
When every node of this huge network began to brighten, the gray clouds began to separate to the sides, revealing the network of light and the dark purple sky behind.
And on the eastern horizon, there was a line of red clouds that was slowly rising.
Martha felt a little sad.
Because that was the last sunrise left after countless years of silence in this world. Its time had stopped here, but finally at this moment, it bloomed in front of her eyes with the last moment of this world.
She saw the Witch King Constellation, Lyra Constellation, Winter Moon Constellation, the Platinum Dragon Bahamut, the Blue Calamity, and the blazing and crystal stars. It was a sky full of stars. They reappeared in the sky one by one.
It was the sky of a past world, but at this moment, they were also the sky of Wohnde.
At this moment, they were equally dazzling.
She silently looked at all of this.
Above the clouds, a pair of black eyes opened. Those eyes were flickering with anger and resentment, as if a vortex-like void had formed around it.
That pair of eyes stared at her.
Then, a dignified and deep voice echoed, "Martha, as expected, you were still hiding in this place."
That voice rumbled above the clouds like thunder. The anger contained in it seemed to want to burn this world.
The first rays of dawn on the horizon divided the world, the night sky, and the stars in Martha's eyes into two. But in the depths of her eyes, the red of the sky was reflected, seeming quiet and deep.
Martha's tone was very calm. "This is only the last consciousness I left behind. The last energy of my network is placed in the throne, waiting for this moment after a thousand years, dusk."
"You did everything you could to protect these lowly insects, but it was meaningless. You won this time, but what about next time? And the time after that? You will not be able to protect this world forever. Martha, the inheritor of the ancestors' bloodline is already in my hands. One day, everything will end in my hands. "
Martha did not answer.
The Twilight Dragon sneered. "Actually, you no longer exist in this world, Martha. I learned about your 'death' from the network you created. Your comrades, your creators, all of them have fallen into eternal slumber in this war. In the end, even you were not spared. But I, on the other hand, am eternally — "
"It's a pity, Martha. I can't let you see the moment when everything is realized. The end of all things, the end of the world. The result of this war between us can only be witnessed by me alone in the end."
The Twilight Dragon's tone was somewhat bleak.
"… Well, there will be an end to all of this, Martha. Six eras of war. As my opponent, perhaps in my long memory, I can remember this moment, remember you lowly insects. In a sense, for you, this is enough to be proud. "
Its voice gradually faded away.
That pair of pitch-black eyes slowly closed after seeing the last sunrise of this world.
Martha looked in the direction where the Twilight Dragon left with a calm expression.
"Your arrival here has proven everything, dusk."
"For thousands of years, all the sacrifices made by the gods have had value at this moment," Martha replied softly. At that moment, the rising sun on the horizon cast the first ray of dawn on her face. "Because the long night has passed, and dawn is coming."
"You only got one thing wrong, dusk."
"The sages and I have never regarded escape as the final salvation —"
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