This was the Fire Seed.
It had slumbered in the darkness for thousands of years, and the faint light was like the first rays of dawn in the darkness. A goddess reached out her hand and guided her children forward with a warm smile. Everyone was shocked by this scene and could not speak for a long time. Even Brando was no exception.
"Lady Martha … …" Scarlet, Sifrid, and Mephistopheles muttered in a daze.
She had never given up on her children. It was as if she had been slumbering for thousands of years, but the fire had stubbornly burned through the darkness until her children came here once more. It was a lighthouse, but it exuded a gentle and great power that could penetrate the hearts of people.
Brando raised his head, a rare solemn expression on his face. This was the passing of civilization. Countless years later, they would come here again and pick up the torch left behind by their ancestors, allowing the light of civilization to pierce through the darkness once more. A sacred feeling flowed through his blood. He could feel the impenetrable power pulsing through his veins even when he closed his eyes. It was the yearning of all intelligent beings for civilization, order, and light.
When Prometheus ignited the first Fire Seed in the vast and dark land, civilization walked out of ignorance for the first time and began its never-ending search for the world of light. It was a feeling that was passed down in his blood, and it would suddenly awaken at a specific time. It was as if a horn was blown across the vast land, instantly bringing people back to the time when they were pioneers in the wilderness.
This was the will of the ancestors.
Brando took a deep breath and looked back at the others. Mephistopheles nodded at him, while Scarlet nervously placed her hands in front of her chest. Sifrid looked at them, then at Brando, puzzled.
"Then I'll go. Let the light of the fire spread across the land." Brando replied.
"Go." The Ash Sword Saint looked at the 'lighthouse' with a solemn expression.
Brando turned back and walked up the stairs to the large crystal. The crystal continued to emit a gentle light. When everyone raised their heads, they saw him walking towards the light step by step. The light actually turned into feathers behind him, looking more and more like the robe and crown that he was wearing.
At this moment, a maxim from Cruz's Pale Poem suddenly flashed in Mephisto's mind:
"Child, I will give you a pair of wings made of light. Only then can I make you king …"
Although he thought it was nonsense, the Ash Sword Saint's heart couldn't help but beat faster in such a situation. It was as if Brando was approaching Martha step by step, and the supreme goddess was about to crown the young man who had lowered his head.
But he didn't know that this feeling was even stronger in Brando's heart. The closer he got to the light, the more intense it became, as if it wanted to swallow him whole. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the crystal. His heart pounded, and he couldn't help but think of this sentence:
"Lady Martha, after thousands of years, your child has returned to this place …"
But what happened next scared Brando so much that he almost let go of his hand and rolled down the pyramid. This was because without any warning, an unfamiliar consciousness responded from the crystal. This consciousness gently wrapped around him and sighed:
"Yes, it's been a long time, my child."
"This, this …"
Brando's mind went blank for a moment, and only a voice echoed in his mind. This is Martha! This is the mother of all things, the pure and kind will of the world, Martha! The goddess that countless NPCs and players had been praising actually existed! But this is impossible!
It was as if thunder had exploded in his mind, and the mighty roar instantly caused his thoughts to crash. No player would think that Martha would still exist in this world in the era after the gods had disappeared. Although she left behind kindness, what was left was just a memory.
People kept recalling this goddess, hoping that she would still stay in this world and continue to look after her children. Because the people of the world needed a spiritual pillar in order to survive.
Martha no longer existed, and the only thing left between heaven and earth was the connection of the laws. After the four kings of the saints, this was the common understanding of everyone.
But no one would have thought that the supreme goddess was still on this land, silently and eternally looking after her children.
No one would have thought.
Brando also didn't think that, for some reason, the moment he heard Martha's gentle voice, he actually felt something wet rolling down his cheeks. The strong emotions couldn't be stopped, as if at that moment, after being separated from his mother's warm embrace for thousands of years, he felt that soft gentleness again.
"Ah, sand got into my eyes." Brando said, a little embarrassed.
Martha smiled.
"Don't cry, child. Although I am very far away from you, I can still feel your pursuit and yearning for the light. I have seen civilization come out of its infancy, pass through the dark land, split open the thorns, and stagger out of the wilderness step by step. One day, I believe, I believe that you will overcome these difficulties and achieve the final victory. "
"You who have inherited the ancient bloodline are the best children of mankind, you should be strong." She said softly.
"Victory?" Brando was stunned and a little confused.
Martha shook her head gently and asked, "So my child, are you prepared to ignite this flame and follow the path of your predecessors? You understand, the torch of civilization is passed down from generation to generation, and when the predecessors fall, the descendants pick up their will again. This kind of history is originally written with the most tragic and brave epic of the mortal races — — "
"This is a game for the brave, and everyone is a part of this magnificent epic. So my child, you came here, are you prepared to accept all of this?"
Brando took a light breath, this was the necessary procedure, although he had never ignited the primitive flame, he knew that the remnant of the primitive flame should be a part of Martha's will. But at this moment, he felt a little different, he was certain that the person in front of him should be Martha herself.
Although she was not here.
"Of course, I am prepared." He answered.
"Good, my child, let me ask you a few questions, okay?" A soft voice sounded in his mind.
"Huh?" Brando was slightly stunned, this was not right! He knew the general steps of igniting the flame, after making an agreement with Martha, this kind goddess should have directly activated the Order. But why was there an additional step now? Could it be because of the primitive flame? He had never ignited the primitive flame, so he was not sure, but at this time, it was more appropriate to follow the goddess' wishes, so he nodded.
Moreover, this goddess was as gentle as a mother, it was impossible to reject her.
Martha smiled.
"Let me ask you, child, do you have faith in your heart?"
"Faith?"
"What do you want to live for, this kind of thinking is a kind of faith in itself. Whether it is glory, strength, or just the desire to move forward, because there is a goal, only then can civilization move forward. "
At that moment, Brando thought of everyone he was familiar with in Erouine, he thought of Freya, the Roman, the Regent Princess, the citizens of Bucce, and the refugees he brought from Fortress Riedon.
"Perhaps, there is … …"
Martha placed a light crown on his head, under the gentle white light, she gently stroked his forehead: "Child, do you understand the meaning of the crown?"
The meaning of the crown? Brando thought in his heart, isn't that the symbol of the supreme royalty? But this answer was definitely wrong for Martha, because the human royalty was meaningless to her, and she did not need that kind of thing. So he shook his head.
"The person who wears the crown is called the King. The so-called King will always walk in front of everyone. Only in this way can he let his people see his back. However, as long as people see that back, they will become strong and have the courage to continue moving forward. "
"So, do you understand? A King is destined to shine and heat, an existence that everyone looks up to, in the darkness, he will lead everyone to cut through the thorns, always moving forward to illuminate the endless abyss, this kind of unstoppable path, is called the King's Dedication. "
"The King's … … Dedication?" Brando felt the crown the goddess placed on his head, and his heart suddenly thumped.
"What do you think is Dedication?"
"Dedication?"
Brando raised his head, in the hazy light, he could not see the goddess's appearance clearly, but the woman always looked at him with a smile, and there was an unchanging expectation in her eyes. This expectation gave him the courage to answer, word by word, in accordance with his heart:
"I think, the so-called Dedication — — should be something that can make one feel satisfied, so that one can complete it without any complaints or regrets."
"Do you have such a thing to complete, my child?"
"I think … … I do?" Brando once again thought of Erouine in his homeland, thinking of the palace burning in flames. The so-called uncontrollable desire to change things, perhaps this was the meaning of him coming here.
The moment he saw Martha, he suddenly understood.
The expectation in Martha's eyes turned into praise.
She said, "So, some people are destined to be different from others, only because they always have this kind of light in their hearts, with an unyielding and unyielding belief, to change this world. Regardless of whether they succeed or not, there will always be a pair of wings of light behind them, making everyone behind them feel warm. "
"Such people are called heroes by history."
"Child, I'm very satisfied with your answer, so I'll give you a gift to prove that you've fulfilled your promise." The Goddess suddenly said. Just as she finished speaking, a voice rang in Brendel's mind.
"System Notification: [Destiny Talent] The Chosen One, activated."
"Destiny … … Destiny Talent?" Brando was once again flabbergasted. Destiny Talent? Didn't he already receive the inheritance of the Darkness Dragon? But double Destiny Talent? What the hell is this!? What's going on, is there a bug in the system?
Brando felt a little numb from the blow, but he still could not help but curse in his heart, Even if you're Lady Martha, you can't be so overpowered! And why is he the Chosen One? Shouldn't Martha's Destiny Talent be Martha's Son?
The goddess seemed to have seen through his thoughts and smiled faintly, "Indeed, the Chosen One isn't the best talent. But it's entrusted with my hopes for you, child. Just like the ancient prophecies, I'll bestow upon you a pair of wings of light. Only then can I appoint you as King. "
"I hope you can follow your words and actions. Then, one day, my child, I'll be glorified because of you."
"Glorified because of me?" Brando was puzzled.
But the goddess did not answer. She raised her head, and her gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, seeing through all the darkness without a doubt. Then, a gentle smile appeared on her face.
"Come, let us witness this moment together, child. Light will return to the earth."
She raised her hand.
A boundless white light emerged from the darkness.
At that moment — —
All the people and monsters in the Loop of Trade Winds suddenly stopped. Every person and monster felt a faint throbbing in their hearts. As if there was some kind of opportunity, the Laws of Heaven and Earth completely calmed down. The huge power of the Demon Wave was actually suppressed in an instant.
"This is impossible!" Everyone had the same thought, but nothing was impossible. When they subconsciously turned their heads, they saw that in the darkness between heaven and earth, streaks of white light were piercing through the walls of clouds of the Loop of Trade Winds like sharp swords. The streaks of white light pierced through the sky as if they were breaking out of a shell.
The Light was breaking free — —
The Flame had been ignited.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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