And so—the majestic information of the sea, like a mountain roaring tsunami, poured out of it, and countless fragments of memory, but with a fiery feeling, flashed in front of the warrior's eyes.

It was the memory of a saint.

At first, all things were empty, the abyss was dark, and in the void, there was the spirit of the Holy One walking in the chaos, and the spirit of Joshua followed the spirit of the Holy One, exploring in the haze.

The chaos is endless, but the light of the stars shines, opening the way forward, sheltering 103,000 ancestors of all races, and after an unknown amount of time, the darkness dissipates, and the Sage finally finds his goal, a world that has just been born.

The Sage had been trekking for a long time, but she did not stop in the slightest, she pressed her hand on the chest of her robe, and then took it down, and the runes that seemed to be the ocean overturned poured out of the robe, forming a large net that covered the entire body, this net was composed of countless divine runes, releasing the light that illuminated everything, it urged the birth of the world, and made the continent, the mountains, the ocean, the sun and the moon take shape in seven days, and so it was.

Joshua felt that the spirit of the Holy One was exhausted, but also full of joy, and that a world had been formed in his own hands, which was naturally worthy of joy, and he vaguely heard the Holy One's muttering, which was a prayer for the future of all beings.

In the fragments of memory, the warrior saw the Sage's subsequent actions - in order to stabilize the entire continent and avoid frequent earthquakes, she planted a plant seed-like thing in the very center of the continent that was later named Grantia, and this seed quickly took root, sprouted, and then grew into a familiar figure for warriors.

The juvenile of the mountain titan Urbandni sleeps in the center of the continent, growing, its lower body forms the foundation of the entire continent under the urging of the power of the sage, making the world that spawned out of it extremely stable and solid, and at the same time as planting the titan, the sage found a shepherd child in the surrounding plains, probably fate, or maybe some kind of coincidence, the sage smiled and watched the somewhat clumsy boy learn her inheritance, and finally became her student, she called him Akhhar, This is the name of the emperor who unified the entire continent.

That is, the name of the old knight.

Time flies, as if everything is just a dream.

Thousands of years later, the emperor of the Ulan Empire and the six marshals of the magic guide stood in the central square of their capital, there were seven high platforms on this square, each of which had a coffin or some ancient weapons and armor, and everyone in the entire city stood in a special order, forming a huge formation, and with the chanting of the curse of resurrection that gathered the power of millions of people, the gathering of endless soul imprints, one by one, ancient heroes, awakened from the long river of history.

All the pictures ended with the awakening of the man in the most luxurious and ancient coffin, and countless star-like points of light converged, making the ancient emperor open his eyes.

And the cold fog of darkness and dead silence also obscured everything.

Joshua looked at all this, neither the sudden darkness nor the cold aura of death could surprise him in the slightest.

Because he already knows the truth of everything.

"Sage ......"

Taking a deep breath, the warrior looked at the hazy ball of light in his hand, his gaze complicated.

He understood that all doubts and unknowns were answered in the fragments of memory left behind by the Sage of the Stars, whether it was the resistantly resistant attitude of the Dragonwing Maiden, the relief of Arman when he died, or the truth that the old knight, that is, Akhar Aliyev, carried in the heart, he already knew.

The War with the Evil Gods—The Betrayer—The Sinner—The Punishment of the Sages—The Prayer of the Sage of the Stars, and the Final Disposition.

Hundreds of thousands of sinners were banished to this nascent world, where they were imprisoned, and there was no liberation from life or death, because of the special steel power of the Grandian world, for thousands of years, the souls of all beings have been branded, and the endless souls are like ripe ears of grain, hanging between heaven and earth, and these souls are waiting for the final judgment.

The sage's wrath has never been extinguished, and his punishment has only been postponed for a thousand years, and at the end of everything, when the Shadow of the Dead is over, everything will return to the void and chaos, and only the 103,000 brave who fought to the end will be forgiven, and the rest of the souls, with the destruction of a world, will be turned into the original fire, and will be used to continue the long-dead Mycrof continent.

What a delicate plan, worthy of a sage.

Holding this ball of light, holding this ball of light that was gradually heating up, as if it was about to start burning, Joshua felt as if someone was talking in his ear.

Take a choice.

Choice.

The destruction of one world, the rebirth of a century, the holding of billions of souls in your hands, you are the existence that holds the destiny of both worlds.

This is not an auditory hallucination, but someone did say so, the warrior looked up, the hazy shadow of the Star Sage stood in front of him, in the quiet dark chaos, the phantom of the Sage Cynthia Morning Star smiled at him, and then said in a calm tone: "Collecting the soul and the initial fire of this world, so that the Microf continent can continue, this is my mission." ”

"Inheritor of the sages after a thousand years, my partner."

The elf who was with the heavens and the earth whispered in a voice full of compassion, "If you can't choose, then let me come." ”

"It was I who prayed to the teacher and led them into this world, and it was I who allowed them to multiply and create the civilization of the Grandia continent, so if you can't make a decision, then let me also give them an end and let all things fall to an end."

In the distance, on the Mycrof Continent, the old Pope Eagle of the Far Sea Holy Mountain and the dragon-winged girl Hirya raised their heads at the same time, and the scepter, robe, and orb all shone together, illuminating the entire Star Temple, but they seemed to turn a blind eye, staring at the void outside the world. And in the imperial capital of the Northern Empire, the blonde swordsman wearing the double swords also subconsciously held the hilt of the sword, and he felt that his familiar saber began to heat up, as if something was resonating with it in the distance.

At the same time, a huge illusion of the circle suddenly appeared in the entire Grandia world, and the holy light floated for a moment, as if it was about to engulf the whole world, but then it immediately stopped, as if time was frozen here.

And time has indeed frozen.

The whole world is shrouded in darkness.

In the wordless silence, the ball of light held in Joshua's hand began to burn quietly.

In the Four Holy Cities, the warriors who were originally fighting the endless undead suddenly found that their enemies had all turned into ashes and disappeared in an instant, but no one, including the four city lords, had no time to sigh, because in the next moment, the frozen time made everything stop in this scene.

In the center of the continent, the giant titan moved its head, and the giant who was the son of God could hold it for an extra second, but this second only made it let out a sigh.

In the darkness of the capital city on the Getar Plateau, the wind can continue to flow, the sound to be transmitted, and the time to pass only within the range of the small fire held by the warriors.

The flame burns, which means that the first fire of the whole world has come here, which means that time in the outside world will also stop. Because the light of existence fades, everything collapses into the unobservable void, leaving the unknown chaos to reign supreme.

At this time, Joshua spoke.

"No need." He said, "Let me do it." ”

Looking at the elven woman who was a little puzzled in front of her, the hero who had paid countless costs in the battle with the evil god and finally succeeded in ushering in victory, a smile appeared on the warrior's serious face, although this smile was a little stiff because she was not very skilled, but it was extremely sincere, Joshua said softly: "You are a hero, you have saved the existence of the whole world, and one hundred and three thousand sinners have survived because of your prayers, and even multiplied civilization." ”

"You are the maker of this world." He said calmly, "You should have all the glory and praise, why should you wipe out your own splendor with your own hands after death?" ”

"Let me, the living, come."

The elven phantom was slightly stunned, she seemed a little surprised, and she seemed a little relieved, but she still shook her head and questioned, "Can you carry it?" ”

And the man who knows the future of this world asks without hesitation: "Who else in this world can carry it except me?" ”

Without the slightest hesitation, the warrior, Joshua, gripped the flame in his hand tightly, and the phantom of the Elven Sage's smile dissipated like a dream.

The firelight is warm, as if it is pregnant with everything.

It has nothing to do with pity and indifference, nothing about sorrow or despair, the light of existence is so pure that the warrior holds it as if he were holding all beings, and under this warm light, he seems to have become some kind of greater existence.

Initial fire in hand, Joshua, see.

In front of him is the building blocks of this world.

Before his eyes was the grit and dust that made up the earth.

In front of him, there was a smaller, more basic existence.

The darkness of dead silence spreads, the force that formed the origin of all things in this world, and the polluted 'steel' wails in the most microscopic corners.

The faint glimmer of light, which is the flow of energy that runs through the entire world, and the souls of all the dead follow the tide of life in this vein for an endless period until the end of everything.

Warrior, see, the world called Grandia is extinguishing, just as a bonfire loses its firewood, and a furnace loses its coal, the division of light and darkness, the boundary between death and life, the realm of cold and warmth, everything has fallen into ambiguity and chaos, a void that does not exist.

The fire is extinguished, but it is rekindled.

The warrior witnessed all this, and the light of the flame flickered in his hands, so warm that it seemed to illuminate all living beings in the dead silence.

Joshua took a deep breath, and he lifted the seemingly faint flame in his hand into the deep darkness, and the arm that could easily lift the mountain peak was extremely slow, as if carrying the weight of a world.

He holds in his hands the authority of salvation and destruction, taming the reins of the end and rebirth.

Joshua, could hear, a deep voice echoing in the darkness, the voice of the will that belonged to all beings, to all things, to this world, it was pleading, it was wailing, it was telling of its own pain and despair.

The world is praying for salvation.

"Nope."

And the man in his hand said so indifferently: "I refuse." ”

Then all things perish, and all things come to an end.