"mission?"

Hilya was a little confused. She had never heard of her mission, let alone forgotten it. But there was no doubt that the serious gray-haired middle-aged man in front of the girl would not lie. Her instinct made her rather doubt herself than to doubt the other person.

"Yes."

Standing before the altar burning with flames, the man said lightly: "It's not just you, it's the mission of all life in your world."

If Joshua was here, he would definitely have discovered that compared with the illusion of the young sage in the Sky Blue Pearl, the illusion of the sage that appeared in Hilya's heart seemed even more majestic and cold.

Although growth does bring about changes in personality, it is more like being bored and impatient than being an adult sage than being more indifferent when he was a teenager.

And this dawn.

Just when Arman Fernande died completely and turned into a light spot in the sky.

Just as Hilya listened to his mission and sentient beings in awe of the illusion of the robes of the sages.

The world of Grandia is located around the Tomb of the Saints in the center of the western part of the continent. The deepest part of four huge and different cities, the four different figures, but all of them are extremely powerful. They raise their heads in unison, and their eyes seem to be able to penetrate layers of rocks and steel, looking straight at the height of the sky.

"Arman, the Dragon Destroyer, has been defeated, and his soul mark has completely dissipated."

In a huge fortress composed of countless steel, machines, steam and gears, an old man whose body was replaced by various special components stood at the top of the towering star-stage observatory. He moved his two completely machined prosthetic eyes, with a solemn face. The old man stared at the center of the empty sky, and then said to himself in a synthetic voice: "There is such a soul who once dissipated, and the 'balance' provided to us was much larger again."

Turning his head, the old man's pupils composed of crystal and magic arrays adjust the focal length. He stood on this observatory where the height and inclination angle can be adjusted at any time as the gears rotated, looking down at the busy working crowd in the fortress.

Countless workers wore thick protective suits and used magical instruments that could eject fire to engrave spell runes on this steel gear fortress. Many mages kept solidifying invisible energy channels in the air, connecting many runes that seemed to have no contact, and finally forming a whole.

"But in this way, the progress will be accelerated." He thought so: "There is an additional filling of the soul of the holy land... the final impact is likely to be coming."

"I need to leave the fire as much as possible."

And this old man who seemed to know what was inside, turned around and stopped observing the busy workers and mages. He and the entire huge observatory gradually collapsed into scattered gears and parts, and finally sank into the entire steel city.

Inside the fortress, pipes circulating with magical energy and steam gushed, releasing harsh whines and bursts of white smoke, condensed into clouds above the fortress.

It seems like a huge life is breathing and sighing.

"He's dead."

An almost completely assimilated with plants is simply built at the bottom of the city between vines and giant trees. At the center of countless tree roots, an old elf woman awakens in a golden crystal that looks like amber. She is surrounded by a seed of holy stones, and is the same as the "Crayon Stone" and the "Star Crystal". This contains the strongest vitality. Even the dead can use this crystal to grow flesh and blood to nourish the elf who has lived for no reason, and witnesses her being sad and shed tears for the passing of a person.

"He has experienced the most despicable assassination and received the most unreputable death..."

Witnessing the end of several eras, an old woman who ended an empire said in a tone of comfort or sadness: "I don't know, did he get the ending he wanted this time?"

Not long after, flower buds of all sizes bloomed on the green vines that ran through countless buildings on the streets of the city. The buds grew and opened, and spiritual fluctuations spread out, making the streets busy working and cultivating various plants stop their activities and listen quietly to the voices of the shelterers.

"The final shock is coming."

The gentle words of the old woman sounded in everyone's heart: "Children, do your work."

"That is the only fire that will make you survive your destruction."

This world is younger than everyone thinks.

A mountain towering to the top of the rock city that broke through the clouds and bathed in the moonlight, a short but extremely strong dwarf warrior leaned on his giant hammer and sat on the top of the mountain watching the dim moonlight and stars, as well as the rising dawn, his calm eyes did not change at all.

One thousand years? Or one thousand five hundred years? In short, it is absolutely impossible to exceed two thousand years.

This is the conclusion drawn by the dwarf warrior when he first sensed the earth's rocks and the earth's center.

Swimming in lava, exploring the center of the earth, and on the first day after breaking into the heavenly realm more than a hundred years ago, he went deep into the mantle of the world through the lava channels inside the volcanic archipelago in the south of the continent. He searched for the oldest rock formations and touched the oldest magma. The dwarf warriors even wanted to approach the center of the earth several times. The legendary world center that led the entire earth and the world to operate in the void.

Although he did not succeed, he understood one thing.

That is the world, only a thousand years ago.

And the coming to an end.

This world is shorter than anyone imagined.

In ancient times, the world had not yet ended its birth, but saints broke through the world and brought their ancestors to shape the world. The strong man who created everything ended the fetal movement of this world strongly, making him a "premature baby" carrying many ancestors and their descendants.

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

"It's really unfair to let us pay back the debts of our ancestors."

The dwarf warrior said a rude slander, and then murmured to himself: "The Dragon Destroyer is dead, who killed him... If another holy soul dissipates, then the final impact will be really coming..."

“We don’t have much time left.”

On the plain, there are huge city walls that are at least 100 meters high, and countless humans cultivate farmlands, engraved runes on stone bricks, and built extremely strong tower fortresses.

In the center of the city, in the center of a palace, it is extremely huge, at least ten times the height of an ordinary person. A giant, nearly twenty meters tall, sat upright here and sighed.

This throne is simple and decaying gray rocks form its base, and time leaves deep marks on it. The giant's body and the throne cast shadows on the ground, covering the many human subjects around him who are listening to the words. He used as small as possible, but still could make the atmosphere tremble: "Arman Fernande was killed by people from other worlds. The dead shadows will not let it go. They may not go to trouble that person, but they will definitely come to attack the Holy City and the Tomb of the Holy Ones."

"Be prepared for everything," said the giant: "This is the last and an impact that determines your fate with me."

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

On the dark stone tablet, several pairs of eyes were staring at this scene, and disdainful sneering came, and at the same time, a slightly regretful lament was heard.

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

"It's a pity that we don't have many companions at all. The positive strength of the Dragon Destroyer Army is something we lack. If we want to break through the blockade of the Holy City defense line, we can only rely on low-level dead figures who are all wandering soldiers and scattered brave men."

"I have something to do, leave for a while."

Suddenly, the swordsman, who had been silent all the time, spoke on the third-ranked obelisk. The cold and dead shadow commander looked up at the south. His men had already informed him of all the information about the powerful man in another world. Whether he rescued many survivors or left behind many strange inheritances, the Changeable Shadow explored the secrets that most people did not know, and asked his master whether he wanted to do something and erase those survivors.

Of course the swordsman refused.

He is ruthless, indifferent, bloodthirsty, and warlike. He can be said to have no feelings linked to kindness and kindness. Even if he was given a name and taught him to practice swordsmanship, he was killed by him in the name of "sword test". His senior brother, who is like a brother and father, was seriously injured by him. However, even if he turned into a dead figure and revived, the swordsman was definitely not at the point of attacking a group of children.

That was the sword in his hand that humiliated him.

"Swordsman, where are you going?"

Someone asked curiously: "Alman 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 end of the continent, in the east of the world, deep in a hidden town hall in a deep mountain, the old hero opened his eyes thoughtfully and looked towards the northwest.

The two looked at each other in the void, as if two sharp swords were confronting each other, making a deafening buzz in the spiritual world.

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

Inside a fast-moving carriage, the kind middle-aged woman carefully reached out her hand, trying to touch the shoulder of the dragon-winged girl who seemed to be in a daze in front of her, and slapped her from her thoughts.

But before she could take a hard shot, Hilya suddenly came to her senses and blinked her eyes. She seemed to be in shock and glanced at the surroundings at a loss.

"What……"

The Dragon Winged Girl's mind was still in the illusion left behind by the Saint's robe. She murmured like a distraught: "How could it be...How could it be like this...This is impossible..."

Repeating these few sentences back and forth, in the middle-aged woman's somewhat uneasy gaze, Shirya looked at the other person with dull eyes, then just held her hands, and said in an almost begging tone: "No... this is not true..."

"We are not betrayers, are we?!"

At the same time, a red spot of light flashed across the sky, and the unbright light overwhelmed the light of dawn, making the stars and moons shine.

The girl subconsciously raised her head.

She saw a huge existence, wrapped in boundless pressure, and a blue light, speeding rapidly from afar.

That was the "same" figure she had expected before, but now she was extremely rejected.
Chapter completed!