"Mission?"

Shirya was a little confused, she had never heard of her mission, let alone forgotten it, but there was no doubt that the serious white-haired middle-aged man in front of the girl would not lie, and instinct made her rather doubt herself than the other party.

"Yes."

Standing in front of the burning altar, the man said lightly: "It's not just you, this is the mission of all life in your world. ”

If Joshua was here, then he would definitely be able to find that compared to the illusion of the young sage in the Azure Orb, the illusion of the sage that appeared in Sylya's heart was even more majestic and indifferent.

Although it is true that growing up brings about a change in personality, it is more like boredom and impatience than adult sages who are more aloof than when they were young.

And this dawn.

Just when Arman Fernand was completely dead, turned into a point of light.

Just as Hirya was in awe in the illusion of the sage's robe, listening to her own mission and that of all beings.

The world of Grandia, located in the center of the western part of the continent, around the tomb of the Sage, in the deepest part of the four huge and very different cities, the four beings of different shapes, but all of them were extremely powerful, raised their heads in unison, and their eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of rock and steel, and look directly into the sky high.

"Arman the Dragon Slayer has been defeated, and his soul imprint has completely dissipated."

In a huge fortress composed of countless steel and machines, steam and gears, an old man whose body has been replaced by various special structures stands at the top of the towering stargazing platform, he moves his two completely machine-like prosthetic eyes, his face is old-fashioned and solemn, the old man stares at the center of the empty sky, and then whispers to himself in a synthesized voice: "There is such a soul in the former holy realm dissipated, and the 'balance' provided to us is much larger. ”

Turning his head, the pupils of the old man's prosthetic eyes, made of crystals and magic circles, adjusted the focus, and he stood on the stargazing platform, which could be adjusted in height and tilt at any time with the movement of the gears, looking down on the busy people working in the fortress.

Countless workers wore heavy protective clothing, using magic tools that could shoot fire, and engraved spell runes on this steel gear fortress, and many mages continued to freeze invisible energy channels in mid-air, connecting many runes that seemed to have no contact, and finally formed a whole.

"But in this case, we have to speed up the process." He thought so, "There is one more Sacred Realm soul filler...... The final shock is likely to be on the horizon. ”

"I need to keep as much tinder as possible."

And the old man who seemed to know what was going on turned his head away from the busy workers and mages, and he and the entire huge observatory gradually collapsed into scattered gears and parts, and finally disappeared into the entire steel city.

Inside the fortress, pipes of magical energy and steam gushed out, releasing a shrill chirp and puffs of white smoke that coalesced into clouds above the fortress.

It's as if a huge being is breathing, sighing.

"He's dead."

An almost completely assimilated plant, literally built between vines and giant trees, at the very bottom of the city, where countless tree roots converge, an old elf woman awakened in the golden crystal that seemed to be amber, and she was surrounded by the seed second only to the holy stone, and the same as the 'cloud diamond' and 'star crystal', this contains the most intense vitality, even the dead can grow flesh and blood through the original crystal nourished this elf who does not know how long to live, and witnessed her sadness for the death of a person, shed tears.

"He has ever experienced the most despicable assassination, and he has received the most dishonorable death......"

Having witnessed the end of several eras, an old woman who had witnessed the end of an empire said in a tone that did not know whether it was relief or sadness: "I don't know, did he get the ending he wanted this time?" ”

Soon after, the streets of the city, the green vines that run through countless buildings bloom large and small buds, the buds grow and open, and the mental fluctuations radiate out, causing the busy people on the streets to stop their activities and cultivate all kinds of plants, and quietly listen to the voices of the shelterers.

"The final shock is coming."

The old woman's gentle words rang out in everyone's hearts: "Children, do the job at hand. ”

"That is the only spark that will keep you alive in the midst of destruction."

The world is younger than anyone imagined.

At the top of a rocky city carved out of the entire mountain in the middle of a mountain that broke through the clouds and bathed in moonlight, a small but sturdy dwarven warrior leaned on his giant hammer, sitting on the top of the mountain and looking at the dim moonlight and stars, and the rising dawn, his calm gaze did not change in the slightest.

A thousand years? Or fifteen hundred years? All in all, it is absolutely impossible to exceed two thousand years.

This was the conclusion that the dwarven warriors had come to when they first sensed the fusion of the earth's rocks and the earth's core.

Swimming in lava and exploring the inner part of the earth, on the first day of breaking through to the heavenly realm more than a hundred years ago, he wandered deep into the mantle of this world through the lava passages inside the volcanic archipelago in the south of the continent, he searched for the oldest rock formations, touched the oldest magma, and the dwarven warriors even tried to get close to the center of the earth several times, the center of the world where the legend took the entire earth and the world to operate in the void.

Although he didn't succeed, he understood one thing.

That's the world, only a thousand years have passed.

and the future that is coming to an end.

The world is shorter than anyone thinks.

In the primeval times, the world had not yet finished gestation, but there were saints who broke through the boundaries and brought the ancestors to shape the world, and the strong man who created everything forcibly ended the fetal movement of this world, making it a 'premature baby', carrying many ancestors and their descendants.

And now, the end of the fate is coming, and the last war before the end is about to begin.

"It's really unfair for us to pay off the debts of our ancestors."

The dwarven warrior said a rude remark, and then muttered to himself, "The dragon slayer is dead, who killed it...... If another Sacred Realm-level soul dissipates, then the final impact is really coming soon......"

"We don't have much time left."

On the plain, a mixture of rocks and tree roots, the walls of a huge city at least 100 meters high were built in which countless humans cultivated farmland, carved runes into stone bricks, and built fortresses of incomparably strong towers.

And in the center of the city, in the center of a palace, on a huge throne that was incomparably huge, at least ten times the height of ordinary people, a giant with a height of nearly twenty meters sat here, sighing.

The Throne was a quaint, somewhat decaying gray rock that formed its base, and time had left a deep mark on it, and the giant's body and the throne cast a shadow on the ground, obscuring the many human subjects around him who were listening to the words, and he said in a voice as small as possible, but still vibrating the atmosphere: "Arman Fernand has been slain by the Otherworldly, the Shadows will not rest, they may not go to the trouble of that person, but they will definitely come and attack the Holy City and the Tomb of the Sage." ”

"Be ready for anything." The giant said, "This is the last, and the one that will determine your fate and mine. ”

And on the northwest plateau of the mainland, at the other end of the four holy cities, among the former imperial capital of Gaitar, the fourth-ranked tall obelisk lost all its light, it gradually decayed, and then turned into black smoke and dust in the sky and melted into the surrounding fog.

On top of the dark stone monument, several pairs of eyes watched the scene, and disdainful laughter was heard, accompanied by a slightly regretful lament.

"I said a long time ago that he only wants to die, don't give him a chance to die in battle."

"It's a pity, we don't have many companions in the first place, the frontal strength of the dragon slayer army is what we lack, and if we want to break through the blockade of the Holy City's defense line this time, we can only rely on low-level dead figures who are all scattered by the rangers."

"I have something, get out for a while."

Suddenly, on the third-ranked obelisk, the swordsman who had been silent all along, spoke, and the indifferent Shadow Commander looked up to the south, his men had already told him everything about the powerhouse of the other world, whether it was the fact that he had saved many survivors, or the fact that he had left behind many strange legacies, the Shadow of Change had explored the secrets that most of the people did not know, and asked his master if he wanted to do anything to erase those survivors.

The swordsman, of course, refused.

He is ruthless, cold, bloodthirsty, and belligerent, so to speak, without the slightest affection associated with kindness and benevolence, even if he was given his name and taught him to practice swordsmanship, he was killed by him in the name of 'testing the sword', and his brother who treated him like a brother and father was also seriously injured by him, but even if he turned into a dead shadow, the swordsman was definitely not reduced to the point of shooting at a group of children.

It was a sword in his hand that humiliated him.

"Swordsman, where are you going?"

Someone asked curiously, "Although Arman is dead, we are about to launch a general attack, do you want to avenge him?" ”

The swordsman shook his head and stopped talking.

But on the other side of the continent, in the east of the world, deep in the depths of a small town hidden in the mountains, the old heroic spirit opened his eyes thoughtfully and looked to the northwest.

The eyes of the two met in the void, as if two sharp swords clashed, sending out a deafening hum in the spiritual world.

At this time, the dawn has arrived, and the stars and moon have disappeared.

Inside a fast-moving carriage, a kind middle-aged woman cautiously stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the shoulder of the dragon-winged girl who seemed to be in a daze in front of her, and pat her from her contemplation.

But before she could slap it hard, Sylya suddenly came back to her senses and blinked, she seemed to be still in shock, and glanced around a little dazedly.

"What...... ......"

The Dragonwing Maiden's mind was still in the illusion left over from the Sage's robes not long ago, and she muttered as if she had lost her soul, "How could it be...... How could this be...... It can't be ......"

Repeating these words back and forth, under the somewhat uneasy gaze of the middle-aged woman, Hirya looked at each other with dull eyes, and then just held her hands and said in an almost pleading tone, "No...... It's not really ......"

"We're not traitors, are we?!"

At the same time, red points of light flashed in the sky, but the light that was not dazzling overshadowed the light of dawn, and the stars and moon were eclipsed.

The girl subconsciously raised her head.

She saw a colossal being with boundless coercion, with a cyan light, speeding from afar.

That's the 'kind' she had hoped for, but now she rejects it extremely.