Thats all he does now.
That little kingdom. It seems that he can no longer hold him back and cannot hold his eyes. He used to do everything he could to achieve it, and now it seems that it can be easily reached with just one sentence.
The feeling of mastering the fate of others is indeed fascinating.
but
This is not what he wants.
This was not the salvation that Eruin needed, because he understood it deeply. The future of this ancient kingdom is not based on his own words. Perhaps he can make Eruin brilliant today. But in the distant future, it will once again fall into this cycle of reciprocation. The aging and rise and fall of the kingdom is like an inextricable loop, going back and forth, everything the four sages did. Hasnt this already given mortals an answer?
The lonely fool waited for such an answer in the millennium.
But its answer is never to repeat the past.
Bredel eyes seemed to see the era when Eruin was most glorious, and the emperor Eke was in front of him. He put down his sword, nodded to him, and told him that this was the answer he was looking for.
Eru was born because of ones will, but also bleak because of the tarnish of that will, and now it will not repeat this path.
Vond will be the same.
Bredel shook his head. At that moment, the answers of the four sages seemed to pass him by mistake.
“That may sound wonderful, Her Majesty,” he replied, “but thats not the answer I want, and I dont think its the answer that Warnd wanted.”
“So what is the answer you want?” Her Majestys queen seemed as if he hadnt expected her answer, and her eyes flashed slightly, and she asked again.
Bredel just shook his head.
“I havent figured it out, Your Majesty, but I think everyone has the power to determine their own destiny, instead of putting it in the hands of others, giving everything they treasure to the thought of others.”
“While its really nice to say this, the reality is cruel. If the sages and the gods had such thoughts, mortals might not be able to wait for this day, and Warnde would have died.” Her Majesty the Queen of Madara He said coldly, “Five of the seven holy swords are in your hands, which means that you have almost the highest authority of the tiamat rule. With such power, do you want to escape responsibility?”
“I never thought of escaping responsibility. I will face the dusk, but I am not a savior. Just because I am also a member of Warnde, then I have an interest in fighting for it.”
“Moreover, Im not just fighting for it,” Bredel replied silently: “I will fight for everything I treasure, even if they eventually die out, but Warnde needs such redemption.”
“This is the self-salvation. Your Majesty, everyone, including you and me, will experience this war in person, because it belongs to each of us. No one can be exceptional.”
“Maybe one day, we will understand what the opportunity Martha left us is.”
Her Majestys Queen kept a faint look, and looked at him coldly.
“well.”
She answered.
… (to be continued …)
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 214 Curtain VII
“well.”
When Her Majesty said this, a sudden shock came from the direction of the altar of the goddess of death, as if something had hit the temple, that thing must be the size of a mountain Behemoth, the whole hall of the Death Moon shook, the bone bone pillars creaked strangely, the deep high arch above the head hummed, as if the whole world was shaking, the sand fell like a waterfall Come down.
Andrea took a step back and stabilized her center of gravity. She raised her head, her silver eyes showed a vigilant look, and she did not know when a dark lance appeared in her hands. It was her light spear Raven.
Bredel shook himself, and immediately raised his head vigilantly to look around. The vibration was obviously the same as the vibration he felt a moment ago. The first thing he thought of was that the city of perpetual death was actually There was an earthquake, but it was at this time that a third shock occurred.
This time the vibration was more obvious than the previous two times. The entire hall of the Dead Moon slammed backwards, so that everyone in the hall had an illusion as if the hall was translated by one or two centimeters. The sound of glass shattering, the arches on both sides of the cloister depicting the classic archetypes of the rose arches in the dark scriptures. At the same time, whether it is the dragon slayer Hudson, the dawn of darkness, the beginning of the dead moon, or the Birton His followers, as well as blood and lambs, fell off a few meters high window sill and fell heavily to the ground, turning into pieces of broken colorful glass.
The believers in the hall produced a wave-like scene after going there. The believers who lost their focus fell to the ground in rows, as if an invisible sickle waved over the crowd. The crowd was short when it passed by. A stubble.
‘Click’
Bredel seemed to hear something crack. The voice came from the front of the hall. He and Andrea looked up subconsciously, and they saw with surprise. On top of the icon of the goddess of death that was more than ten meters high, a crack that was a few centimeters wide appeared from the neck. In the constant shaking of the hall, the fine fragments were not enough to roll down the crack, and then it seemed that the goddess lowered her head, and the icon broke from her neck. A tall head rolled down from the air and plummeted to Queen Madara and priest Philip below.
After seeing this scene, Andrea was so stunned that she didnt realize the consequences that would follow. Instead, Bredel , a traverser, was not so deeply touched by this. He immediately reminded:
“Be careful!”
However, he immediately realized that as Her Majesty the Emperor of the Dying Moon Empire, there could not be no relics in his body, and the falling rocks were unlikely to affect her, and the goddess head landed in the air. It looks very scary, but in this magical world, it is not as powerful as a stone bomb thrown by a trebuchet.
Sure enough, a conspicuous arc of light emerged from the top of Her Majestys head ten feet away, and the falling stone statue hit the arc of light, as if it had hit an immobile iron plate. The tip of the goddess nose touched the ground first, and it immediately collapsed. The phase is broken, and the entire skull is completely broken from the broken nose. It turned into several non-threatening gravels and burst apart. Shili crashed to the ground, and a few pieces splashed on Philips body not far away, and thumped on his robe, but the latter did not even frown.
This calm and calm Kung Fu that collapsed in front of the mountain deeply shocked Bredel . Such a person would be a mediocre and inactive person? He couldnt help but think that he really saw the ghosts before he would believe the unreliable claims spreading outside. How could a mediocre person become the second real figure of Madara, the main sacrifice of the Temple of the Dead Moon? In this era, it may even be The first real figure. But how could such a person willingly assist someone with no background or background to become the emperor of Madara. Is it just for the mercury rod? Bredel is more willing to believe that perhaps the Lord Lord has really got a shrine, so that his eyes can see through the future mist, see Madara, the unity of this dark dying moon empire.
“Klass … Master …?” Andrea suddenly cried out at this moment.
Bredel then realized what he was looking up. It was found that there was almost only half of the goddesss icon. Her upper body had completely cracked. After rolling down from the skull, the part above the waist also fell apart and turned into several pieces falling from both sides, one of which was hit on that end She smashed the spider on the giant spider at her feet, and her two arms fell to the ground and were broken into several pieces. One of the rounded forearms was still rolling on the obsidian floor. Then, along the steps under the altar, they rolled down the hall below.
It finally stopped in front of a Deathmoon acolyte, who was still a young man, and looked at the arms of the goddess as if stunned, as if not looking at a sculpture, but the real Deathmoon Goddess Klass The flesh is like a broken arm.