Bredel looked at the scene in amazement.
He was trying to move forward, but others were passing him by the side, some of them wearing black and red robes almost identical to him. They passed by him, but instead of glancing at him, they went to Miss Merchant and hugged her from the ground.
One of them looked at Romain intently, with an unspeakable look on his face, and shook his head heavily:
“Its a nightmare.”
He reached out to kill Roman.
Bredel was sprinted in a fright, and grabbed the mans hand, but before he could say it, someone next to him said:
“She is at least our most successful work, and you cant just destroy her like that.”
“This is our common result, and maybe there is another way, everything has to wait for the common ruling of the lawmakers.”
The man holding Romance hesitated, his hand stopped in the air.
“If this plan fails completely, we may have to compromise.”
“No. Maybe we still have a second way to go. The plans of the druids may not be successful. The Bronze is violent and full of flaws, and the Parliament will not approve it.
“This is not good news, my brother.”
“The monitors found that Martha had some changes. She used 70 to 80% of the Internets energy several times within a few days. Although extremely short-lived, there are still traces to follow.”
“What is our great mother doing?”
“Projection, she seems to be projecting something.”
The man kept silent. He dropped his hand: “I have to talk to her—”
Bredel was staring at it all, but all of a sudden the robes disappeared. The baby girl who finally disappeared, Bredel felt that Miss Merchant looked at him with a strange look, and there was both surprise and nostalgia in that look.
He was about to say something, but she disappeared.
At this moment Bredel suddenly realized that all this was manipulative. He turned back and shouted loudly in this white world:
“Master Martha, I know youre here, but I dont understand what its all about?”
But there was no voice in the space to answer his question.
Then he saw another scene.
There was a young girl standing there.
A girl who is only 13 or 14 years old, looks like a copy of Funia, but is even older, with green hair like dreams, hanging to the ground like a waterfall. She stands barefoot on the white ground on.
It was Goddess Gaia, and Bredel recognized the other at a glance.
But at this time, the goddess did not seem to see him. She was facing in one direction and seemed to be talking to someone.
“Master, the power of the Internet is almost exhausted. I have arranged for everyone to enter the standby state, but the gods seem to be aware of it.”
“Let me see Azure, and I will explain everything to them,” a soft voice answered.
Bredel recognized the master of the voice for just a moment.
Thats Martha.
Mother of all things.
“But,” Gaia replied, “Is all this really necessary, mother, why do we negate the plans of the gods, havent we been doing this for five generations?”
“Because, Gaia, we can protect this world for a while, but we cannot protect it forever, and one day, we will disappear. So before that, we must make a decision—”
“Is this the origin of the curved plan, mother? But why cant all the gods know all of this, is it because of the betrayal of the Bronze people?”
“The Twilight Dragon has sneaked into my network, and I can feel its presence, but this is also our best chance, Gaia.”
The earth goddess nodded silently.
“I see, mother.”
But she paused and asked, “In the next era, it will really be what we think. We will really-can we finally win?”
“I dont know, my child, but everything has the possibility of its existence. This may be the uncertain destiny of our world, but one person will eventually master it.”
All the sounds seemed to fade down and become inaudible.
The image of the goddess Gaia disappeared in a moment.
All around seemed to be quiet again.
But at this time, a gentle voice suddenly sounded in Bredel heart: “You have many doubts in your heart, right, my child?”
Bredel turned his head, looked around, and seemed to want to see someone—unfortunately, he had nothing, he resisted the shock in his heart, and said, “Master Martha, are you?”
“Its me, boy.”
Bredel was silent for a moment before he asked, “Master, where is this? Where am I? Am I alive?”
“This is my world,” Martha replied softly. “As for whether you are still alive, I think you have your own answer, dont you, my child?”
Bredel was silent.
After a while, he finally asked the question that had always been in his mind: “Master Martha, do you know my origin, right?”
“I know where everyone comes from,” the gentle voice replied, “My child, I know what you think, maybe I will give you this answer.”
Bredel suddenly saw the wind and sand rising in front of him, and the dust gathered into a tower, forming a scene that made him familiar.
He is standing in the middle of a street.
Lined with tall buildings and shuttle traffic, he turned back and could even see the assortment of shopping malls and billboards-one of which even hung propaganda posters about “Amber Sword”.
All of this made him feel so familiar.
Thats everything in another world.
His past memories.
…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 317 Uncertain Fate VI
He even saw someone. △
It was a middle-aged man, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a briefcase, and was walking towards him. For a moment, Bredel almost raised his hand to say hello to the other—
Everything is like the past.
That was his teacher, who occupied a very important part of his memory in his teenage years. He even remembered that the other party had a daughter—a little lively girl.
But how many years ago was that memory?
ten years?
Twenty years?
Bredel stared at the other side in surprise.
Then everything vanished.
“Master Martha, this is …” Bredel felt a little hoarse in his voice.
“My child,” Marthas soft voice echoed: “Everyone has their own past, and we are the same-the people of God, once came from such a world-that world is destroyed in the flames of war, and The only remaining people are called the first generation. They are the ancestors, or Matatanians, the travelers, who traveled through the world with everything from the past, until they came this world……”
“That is the story before the first era. With the joint efforts of the ancestors, we built everything. I created this world and called it Warnde.”
“However, the civilization and order we brought from the past world are so incompatible with this brand new world. When the old and new order conflict, the hostility of this world, dusk, wakes up from the chaos. Come here. “
“… that eternal war has begun.”
Although Bredel was not the first to hear about this history, Marthas personal description made him yearn for that epic history: the inheritance of civilization between the two worlds. The ancestors of the Travelling Mage used their almost great power to create such a miracle.
Then, there is everything that people see in this age.
But Marthas tone was not exaggerated, and she did not seem to be proud and proud of it: “My child, from the beginning of that ancient war to this day. It is destined that we will fight against the will of this world, Therefore, we have failed in almost every war. “
“… In order to save myself, I left Amber, the sword of destiny, in the supreme authority of tiamat as the last resort to restart the world-and in the five wars since then, almost Every time, we survive through it. “
“Amber?” Bredel was puzzled. “Isnt that the throne of death?”
He looked up and suddenly found it. At some point, the mother of all things had already appeared to him.