"Sage? Cage? ”

After hearing these two seemingly completely unrelated words, the old Pope couldn't help but sigh lightly, his face suddenly became extremely serious, and he said to the girl in an extremely serious and heavy tone: "Although it is a little abrupt, can you tell me your name?" ”

"Me? My name is Shirja Faragni. ”

Some unknown dragon-winged girls blinked, and simply said their names: "I have my mother's surname, because my father is a dragonborn, and he has no surname, only a name." ”

"Farragni."

The old pope nodded slightly, he paused for a moment, as if thinking about the history behind the surname Farragni, and then, Iger asked slowly: "Excuse me...... Miss Shirja Farragni, what do you see in the illusion of the sages? ”

He said word by word: "Please be sure not to hide anything. ”

"I saw ......"

The old pope's voice seemed to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and for some reason she couldn't say no, she subconsciously began to tell everything she had seen in the sage illusion before.

She saw a lot, a lot.

First of all, it's a scorched earth world.

The sky was obscured by the smoke of flying Mars, and the glow of the hot lava on the ground turned the sun into a dim dot. Forests were burned to ashes, streams evaporated by flames, hills and grasslands were charred black, and cities of all tribes were reduced to ashes.

In the gray haze and dust storm, seven huge portals could be seen standing in the distance, and red light was projected from them, like seven dim suns.

But the sun was extinguished one by one, the holy light pierced the haze, the giant sword made of runes slashed the mountain peaks, the giant axe and the giant hammer broke through the hideous claws of each other, hammered all the blockers into flesh and blood, and after the portal, the blood-red sky and the red lava lake shattered along with the endless black iron fortress, along with the entire land, becoming an island floating in the void, and the sky dome broke a large hole, as if the whole world had been broken by some great force, like a broken eggshell.

It was the end of the world, the ruins of all things, and what the girl saw was what it would be like after the war.

"It was a millennium ago, when the sages were at war with countless evils in the multiverse...... The sages and gods shattered several layers of the abyss and put an end to everything. ”

The girl muttered, "In that war, countless cities were destroyed, people were displaced, and in the midst of blood and fire, there were heroes who persevered in the struggle, even in the face of endless enemies, and never abandoned the glory, there were also ...... A traitor who betrayed us in order to survive. ”

The kneeling men pointed at those who were still standing, stabbed their swords from behind, and their stunned faces fell to the earth with blood, and were trampled into the dust by the lowly ones who knelt on the ground.

They open the gates of cities, undermine the unity of the defensive line, take the initiative to meet the enemies who trample on their homeland, and face all the destroyers of prosperity and peace with a flattering smile.

"The ancestors of the Grandian world are these people."

Hilya closed her eyes, and she whispered the truth she had seen: "Maybe it was coercion, or maybe it was a temporary compromise, these people turned their backs on the right path and embarked on a journey of no return, they aided and abetted, and even turned into demons themselves...... After the sages and gods put an end to all the chaos, a final judgment began. ”

That is indeed the final judgment.

As the shattered sunset drew to a close, the wrath of the remaining gods echoed in the high heavens filled with red clouds, and the sages who loved all the world closed their eyes and responded with indifferent faces to these traitors who cried and begged for forgiveness, and in the face of the demons and monsters who wanted to destroy the whole world, they did not choose to protect their homes and glory with their lives, but aimed their swords at their former companions, which was an unforgivable sin and an evil deed that must be paid.

Traitors do not deserve forgiveness, nor do they deserve redemption, and even flowers and plants spit on this filthy soul and refuse to carry their tears.

"The sage said that he would purify their souls with the purest light, and that their souls were not worthy to enter the soul reincarnation of the Microv world and be in the company of those heroic souls who fought valiantly."

The Dragonwing Maiden's narration did not end, she still whispered: "And my ancestor couldn't bear it, and proposed another punishment plan. ”

It was an elf who seemed to be the embodiment of the stars, her long green hair hanging down like silk until it fell to the ground, and the saint who held the longbow of the fallen star, fought in the forefront of the battlefield of the evil gods, begged for the forgiveness of the teacher, saying that the sinners deserve to be punished, but their descendants have the opportunity to be born, grow up, and atone for the sins of their ancestors.

The sixth-ranked Star Saint said that it was not easy for the souls of all beings to be born, and such a rash destruction only accelerated the extinguishing of the already fragile flames of the Microf world.

She wanted to trade her exploits for an opportunity, a chance to atone for the sins of the children of these traitors, and a chance to exist for the many souls that were not yet born in the future.

The sage was silent for a long time in the face of his followers who were kneeling on the ground and bowing their heads and pleading, at this time, he thought of the Mycrof continent on the verge of destruction, and thought of how to continue his homeland, which made him hesitate for a long time, but in the end, he made a decision and nodded slowly.

The sage promised her.

Hearing this, the old pope whispered to himself: "But why...... Sending a group of sinners to a whole new world and then imprisoning them as a cage is just too wasteful! ”

The old man's voice was filled with endless pity.

It is precisely because of the knowledge of so much information that the old Pope knows how dangerous the current Microf continent is.

Thousands of years ago, the sages burned the fire of order with the salary of the abundant evil gods, maintaining this world that had long been torn apart, tens of thousands of inhabitants of the Mycrof continent, dozens of races all lived on this world that could be broken at any time, since the sages had the ability to find the initial chaos that was about to form in the void and shape it into a survivable world of order, so why not move all the races there, but instead place a group of sinners there, and arrange a saint who holds the inheritance to guard it?

After thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in the world of Grandia has exceeded 100 million, if it is not for the undead cataclysm, it is enough to be comparable to the world of Microf, even if most of them have died from the undead cataclysm now, but the remnant population is nearly a million.

It's so wasteful that there's definitely something hidden behind it.

The old pope closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then opened his eyes and looked at the silent Sylya.

"I know the reason for everything."

He said lightly: "However, you still have a lot to say. ”

"What is the truth about the punishment of the sages?"

Iger's voice, containing a peculiar rhythm, fluctuates and shakes the spirit, can make the most stubborn criminals dictate the truth, the old Pope does not like to use this method to know the truth, because it is disrespectful to the self-consciousness of others, but at this time, the truth of the two worlds, he does not mind doing this, let alone doing it a few more times.

He is the Pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, the protector of all innocents, and the reliance of all good ones, but this does not mean that he is the embodiment of complete goodness, without the slightest stain.

He is St. Eagle. It's Lady Micro's Pope, and it's just Mademoiselle Micro's Pope.

Therefore, the words that shake the soul are calmly spoken.

"Tell the truth."

"I ...... This ...... - no! Sages...... Ahh ”

Even with the inheritance of sages and sages, he is also a powerhouse in the golden realm, but how can Shirya's spirit be compared to a god walking in the world? Iger's mental fluctuations easily overwhelmed the dragon-winged girl's self-will, making it difficult for her to resist, almost gritting her teeth, and telling the final truth little by little.

"The punishment of the sages...... It's a whole world, and thousands of ...... Souls that have passed away......"

Sylja struggled to spit out the truth she was trying to hide, tears flowed from her eyes, but it was useless, all her insistence was meaningless under the indifferent oppression of a legendary powerhouse: "The world of Grandia is about to be destroyed, there are only 103,000 souls, the same number of souls as the sinners who came to the world of Grandia...... Only these 103,000 souls can be saved, and the rest will be destroyed and turned into a nourishment with this world...... No! ”

Speaking of this, a determined light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the dragon-winged girl, she got rid of the old Pope's spiritual suppression in an instant, and simply sealed her soul, causing her body to collapse to the ground and fall unconscious.

The seal was so resolute that it was almost equivalent to death, and in his astonishment, the old Pope had no time to stop the other party's near-suicidal behavior, and he succeeded.

"Ugh."

Eagle looked coldly at the extremely uncooperative Fourth Inheritor, and then his eyes softened and he let out a long sigh.

Even if Shirya didn't tell the final truth, he already knew a lot of secrets, and he had already guessed the rough.

Indeed, it was very, very severe, worthy of the punishment for the crimes of those who betrayed.

"No wonder you try your best to hide and resist the existence of our Microf world...... Your parents' souls are among those who are being punished, no wonder ......"

"I see, why do you need the four great inheritances to know the mystery of the Initial Fire...... Because as long as you find the fourth piece, that is, the inheritor in the world of Grandia, you can know this truth. ”

He said softly, and then with a wave of his hand, he placed the girl's body flat in a corner of the Star Temple, this legendary old pope, who could talk to the gods on an equal footing, slowly walked to the front of the time and space passage that had not yet been constructed, and muttered to himself: "Joshua, you said you were going to reverse all this, but do you know what you are going to face?" ”

"That was the punishment of the sages, and ...... Ways to save the Microf Continent. ”

He looked down at the Azure Orb in his hand and let out a wry smile: "The destruction of a world, and the rebirth of a world." ”

"What will you choose?"

The fighters, of course, did not know what was happening behind the scenes.

At this time, he walked in the wilderness.

Joshua stepped forward, and with each step, the earth shook, and with each step, the entire wilderness shook violently, and with this tremor, the imprint of countless souls trapped in the void was oppressed out by the power of the Soul Burner, and was subsumed into his glorious power, the soul abyss that contained all the soul fragments.

His existence is like an eraser, all traces of painting in the world of Grandia will be erased by him, and he walks step by step, which is to liberate many dead souls from the shackles of this heaven and earth step by step, and then suppress them in his own soul.

The warriors are not ignorant of everything, Arman repeats it several times, it is their battle with the living, words that have nothing to do with him, an outsider from another world, and the undead against the living, but they do not destroy everything, but wait until everything is on the verge of end.

He could guess that there must be something hidden behind this, and the beings in the Grandia world may not be the seeds sown by the sages at the beginning, but have another mission.

And this kind of mission, perhaps, does not contain the slightest kindness, but has endless cruelty and indifference.

But what does it matter?

Joshua's gaze was steadfast. He had a weapon in his hand.

A warrior, with his own weapon in hand, has the strength to fulfill all his determinations, and has the consciousness to carry all his actions.

Then no one can stop his pace, his will and his progress.

And in the distance, where all the dead are born, the imperial capital of Getar.

An old knight looked at the dark clouds in the sky and seemed to have received some revelation.

So he lowered his head, looked around, and said in a calm tone, "The time has come." ”

Four pairs of soul-burning eyes lit up on the obelisk.

"It's time to get started."

The old knight said.

So, the melodious sound of the horn sounded, and with the storm that swept through the plateau and the wilderness, it swept half the continent, and the endless undead were like a tide, marching towards the last gathering place of the living, the four holy cities surrounding the tomb of the saints in the raging mist.

This was where the final war began.