"The world is in chaos, and the Nine Stones reappear. Death comes, and demons invade. The miracle of the altar is a stroke of God. The dragon spreads its wings, and the world is in chaos." A mysterious prophecy sounded in the hall. This palace is magnificent but simple in style. Nine people sat on nine seats surrounding the hall, staring at a giant wheel in the center of the hall, which was rotating very slowly.
On the giant wheel, there are many, many words, densely packed all over the entire giant wheel.
Under the giant wheel, there were several people lying down, and a young man among them was the first to stand up. His eyes stayed on all nine people for a while, his eyes were indifferent and without any emotion
"Kihavo, you did a good job." A middle-aged man said, "He broke the sword of original sin and brought a beacon." He held a long sword in his hand and wore armor, like a brave god of war. His throne was red and black, with four long swords on the back. He rested his back on these sharp weapons with confidence and spoke easily.
"Yes, 'Shural's Beacon'." Jihavo raised his hand, and a ball of golden flames began to jump, "When the black dragon exploded, Shural's Beacon appeared in the Dark Lord Richard? What a coincidence." The other nine people all showed some surprise and joy, presumably this "beacon fire" is very powerful.
"Who are they?" A very beautiful woman asked loudly, "We can't let mortals come to the mortal wheel." She looked arrogant, sitting on a chair made of vines and branches, wearing a With a beautiful garland¡
¡°They saved Windekenf. It¡¯s my wife¡¯s right to be here,¡± one man said. ¡°They are heroes.¡± He sat on a chair made of earth and rock. The skin is a little dark,
"Probably their mission is over." The woman said, "Fenghuo has come, and they are no longer of use." She shook her long, white legs, as if she couldn't wait to leave here.
"Just cure them and then send them back to the Windekenf continent." Jihavo said, "Destil, send their souls back. Munamul. Repair their bodies Do you want to give them? Give them a chance to write the Wheel of the Mortal World?" He looked at the other nine people. They all looked noncommittal, not sure whether they agreed or refused.
"Very interesting." The middle-aged man nodded. "They are great Atak people, so of course they will write 'Atak Empire'." He smiled slightly, and the hilt of the long sword lightly hit the ground, making a crisp sound.
The corner of the palace. A man in a gray tattered cloak smiled grimly. He sat on a hideous chair made of bones. He pulled out the scythe from behind and waved it lightly, and a few faint souls were summoned. As the god who controls death, all souls are his slaves when needed. The woman who spoke earlier waved her hand impatiently, and the green light sank into the human body, so their bodies quickly recovered.
The summoned soul. He soon found his body and lay inside their bodies. then. They were given a new lease of life. In the presence of God, resurrecting a few ordinary humans is simply a piece of cake.
"The next thing will be given to you, Kahavy." Middle -aged people said, "I'm going to see if La Laoli wants to beat me because of my late return. By the way Something." He picked up the sword, left the seat, and walked slowly toward the door. When he stepped out of the door, his body disappeared into nothingness.
"No problem, Atak." Jihavo nodded. He looked at the other eight.
The other gods also got up and left the hall one after another. Some explained when they left, and some just walked away without leaving a word. This is enough to show their attitude towards the guardians of order.
"Where is this place?" Lear rubbed his head and stood up, "I thought we were all blown to ashes." As a druid, he naturally received the most divine power from the goddess of nature, so he woke up the earliest.
"This is the palace of the Wheel of Mortals. It records the destinies of the seven empires. Most of the time, these destinies come true." Quijavo said, "You can write the name of an empire in the red groove. Name, so that it will prosper for a long time. Maybe, it may also unify the entire Windekenf continent." His words are very tempting. Who doesn't want his country to be full of power, and under the power of God? Are you invincible under the protection?
"I swore loyalty to the Atak Empire." Lear thought of the old king Miles. Jihavo waved his hand gently, and a pen appeared out of thin air in Leer's hand. Leer walked over and wrote the name "Atak Empire" in the groove. When he finished writing, the pen suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
To his surprise, something happened. Many words appeared on the rolling wheel, covering the original lines. Lear looked carefully and found that what was written were some inexplicable sentences. "Blue river water, bloodshed and revenge", "Destroy a red star", "Sing a triumphant song, because someone has reached the end of the Great Wall", "The black dragon swallows the sunken world" This seems like a prophecy, but also like there is no such thing. According to the rumors, Lear is more willing to believe that these are prophecies.
Jestang slowly woke up: "Is this the Hall of Valor? I didn't expect that I was qualified to come." He touched his whole body and found that he was intact, so he smiled happily. He turned his head and saw Wo Lanna.
"We're not dead yet, don't talk nonsense." She touched her throat and found that it had healed.
"You" Jestang stared at Vulanna, excited.
They hugged each other, kissing passionately and entwining each other with the joy of surviving the disaster. Tears of joy and excitement were shed in their eyes. No one thought that they would see each other again, and no one thought that they would be separated from each other forever.
"Come and light the beacon, only mortals can do it, otherwise we will go find the beacon ourselves." Jihavo dropped the golden flame and it fell to the ground. But there was no ignition of the wooden floor, which looked flammable. This golden flame jumps like an active elf, full of childishness.
"The beacon is lit?" Bert, who had just woken up, was confused. "What's going on?" He knocked his head hard, which did not help more than making him feel pain. He grabbed the blood-colored giant sword that was very close to him. Now he felt much more at ease.
"When the brown altar is buried in snow, the weapons are shattered, and the sword of original sin is destroyed." Quijavo said loudly, as if reciting a solemn prayer. "Put your hands in, warriors, only your souls can light the beacon."
Lear, Bert, and Jestang doubtfully put their hands into the golden flames. As they put their hands into the flames. The flame suddenly jumped up, and the golden flame became very huge, almost swallowing three people. But the flame was not hot at all, but rather warm. Gives people a very comfortable feeling. Like a ball of soft cotton. Wrapping their bodies, it was light and addictive, just like a comfortable massage.
"Very good." Jihavo watched the tall golden flame disappear, "We found another beacon." He closed his eyes and felt, "well, the number is still not enough, I guess there are more beacons. Need to collect it.¡±
"How did we get here?" Bert asked. "I thought we were dead." He thought for a moment, in such a small environment. Under such terrible magic, it is simply impossible for them to live in the world completely like this.
"At the moment of the explosion, I opened the space rift, threw you all in, and took away the beacon that appeared inexplicably." Jihavo said, "A god came to guide the exit of the space rift and sent us all here. The Wheel of Mortals, other gods happened to be discussing things in the Wheel of Mortals at that time. Originally, the Lord of Darkness Richard Edson wanted to stop the space jump, but he was ambushed and surrounded by other weaker Twilight Gods, and was Fight back to the demon world, so we can have a lucky escape.¡±
"Now I really want to return to the world of Windekenf." Lear said tiredly. "After doing all this, I want to pick a piece of green land, build my own cabin, and have children." He pinched Hu Yi's soft little hands made Hu Yi blush.
"I want to become a Duke's magician." Jesdang said with great ambition, "Those who have walked on the edge of death, what are they afraid of?" Wolanna happily leaned on Jesdang's shoulder and murmured in a low voice. What are you wearing?
"Well" Bert took Olica's hand, "I'd better wait until I get back to make a decision."
"You are free and can do your own things." Jihavo said, "The destiny of your generation has ended. The next destiny is controlled by you. I will send you back to the world of Windekenf. , Goodbye. But I want to remind you that when you became grandparents, it was also the time when the Dark Lord Richard Edson tried to conquer the world of Windekenf."
They walked calmly in the face of death and hugged each other passionately, because they all knew that there were not many opportunities like this. The opportunities for a group of people to stay together like today may become less and less in the future. Jihavo raised his hand, and the door to space was opened. As long as they walked over, they would appear in the square of Yakos Town.
"We defeated the devil, destroyed the Sword of Original Sin, and ignited the beacon. Now it's time to enjoy our own life." Bert said, he was the first to cross the space door, pulled Orica, and returned Arrived at Winderkampf.
"This is worth ordering"I have thought about the poems that are to be recited. The first sentence of the book I wrote, "The Long Song of Sword and Punishment: A Legend of Three Young Men," is "Those who take up the sword will be punished." He who puts down his sword will live a life of inaction. ¡¯¡± Jestang picked up Wolanna and crossed the space door.
Leer looked at Hu Yi, and the two held hands and walked through the door of space.
It was late at night in the town of Yakos, and there were no pedestrians on the streets. They walked slowly on the streets, breathing the wind of Windekenf's world, and saying hello to the moon god Munn in the sky. However, there seemed to be a person next to the moon. The faint shadow of red looks so different.
"Could it be a meteorite?" Jestang said.
"Don't worry about it, look." Bert pointed to a tree next to him, "You can still see birds at this point."
The jackdaw fluttered its wings and landed on the branch.
February of the year 4965 in the mainland calendar.