His voice was hoarse, and he spoke in the Dragon language. The clothes on God Credill's body looked like they were transformed from dragon scales. They were dark black and reflected traces of a metallic luster, as if they had been repaired by a special kind of metal.
Many of the spectators had ugly expressions on their faces. Even though they had three sacred tools, they did not have an advantage in terms of power. Many of them had experienced firsthand the terror of this giant dragon. The rules were constantly changing and twisting when the two of them were fighting. There were still spatial cracks in the air caused by the overly powerful flow of energy. This kind of scene was only a "theoretical scene" in magic books. It belonged to the category of being impossible to achieve. However, it kept flashing in the process of the two of them fighting. The terror of the power of the gods was evident.
However, at this point, the battle between the two gods had exceeded the limit that this world could bear. The result was that neither of them dared to use their full strength. Because the consequence was that they would be devoured by the most fundamental rules of this world!
The starry sky above Credill's head was the precursor of this huge order's devouring. Although the black dragon was the leader of the order, it was still under the most fundamental order of Roslolian and could not be shaken.
The Glorious Scepter in Credill's hand had disappeared. Instead, Krillin's Blade appeared in Credill's hand. The three sacred instruments were changing freely in Credill's hand. The energy was huge, but there were faint signs that the plane would collapse because of this.
While the two were in a stalemate, a figure suddenly appeared not far away.
Augustine smiled with a strange expression, as if his plan had succeeded and he had no intention of hiding it.
"A black dragon that has planned for three thousand years, and an ordinary human that came to this world inexplicably." Augustine's black robe fluttered in the wind. "Don't you think it's all over too soon?"
Credill's gaze suddenly shifted to Augustine. There was a burning feeling in his eyes, but there was no sense of contempt.
When one was powerful enough, this kind of gaze could often express one's emotions better than any words.
"Your two sons did not think that what you did was a good thing. But obviously, they did not have a good ending."
Augustine shrugged. "One of them became the peerless Banshee of the Abyss Continent, while the other became Lord Oditore of Roslorian. But in the end, Nairíos won by a narrow margin."
This shocking truth was no longer enough to shock many people. Gracier's fate was almost the same as Nairíos's. Both of them had fallen in the midst of a shocking conspiracy. The reason why Kate could amaze the entire continent as a Banshee was because she had become the one who absorbed Gracier's dragon skeleton!
As for the many who shared the same fate, even though they didn't manage to gather all of the so-called dragon skeletons, they managed to surpass the SemiGod realm and reach the Godhood realm due to gathering the three Saint Artifacts. Even though the two of them had similar fates, they didn't have much interaction.
Fate was always playing a joke on them.
Credill seemed to be very afraid of Augustine. The destructive aura all over his body seemed to have diminished a lot because of the arrival of Augustine. It was hard to imagine how a "younger generation" who appeared a few thousand years later than Credill could make a dragon chief act like this. But obviously, at this moment, the three of them were standing at the top of the world, looking down on all living beings.
"The wheel of fate has been stirred. Roslorian's prophecy is gradually coming true."
Augustine's voice was like a magic spell, slowly echoing in the ears of the many and Credill. The Undead gently opened his arms. "Are you ready to accept the choice of fate?"
Along with his actions, something seemed to suddenly cover up the sunlight in the sky that had returned to its original blue color. Darkness descended from the sky and shrouded the land. The entire world instantly turned pitch-black. There were no stars or any light, as if the sun had never appeared in this world.
The temperature plummeted, as if it was an extremely cold enchantment. The whole battlefield fell into a state of chaos because the two armies were still in a stalemate. The new army fiercely collided with the army of the abyss. Suddenly, the whole battlefield fell into darkness in the chaos, causing all the soldiers to lose their targets.
No one knew where the three in the sky went. The magic wave above their heads also disappeared in an instant, as if it had never been there.
Lady Vasaki was the first to use the illumination spell in the sky, but the magic elements actually didn't respond. Someone tried to light a torch, but found that he could only feel the heat from the burning flame in his hand, but could not see any light at all.
It was as if everyone on the battlefield had become blind.
In the chaos, there was a muffled sound of thunder in the sky.
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Many looked to their side. There was no boundary between heaven and earth, and it was completely white.
The pure white color was like the snow mountain enchantment that they had entered before.
Many frowned, and then saw the things beside them.
There was a chessboard, which was a war chess that they had studied before. There were two armchairs, and to their surprise, Credill sat upright, as if waiting for them to sit opposite him.
He wore a black robe, just like the back view that Many saw in Nairíos' memory. He was deep and reserved, and his eyes were abnormally clear. His black pupils were like black holes, without a trace of madness or anger.
"Surprised?"
Credill raised his head, and raised his hand to gently stroke his half-long black hair. His tone was casual and friendly, unlike the desperate madness that Many saw just now.
Many turned to look, but Augustine was not there. The Radiant Scepter in his hand had disappeared, and the Crown of Judgment was no longer on his head. Looking down, they saw that they were wearing the mercenary leather armor that they had worn a long time ago in Karo City.
Without too many questions, Many sat opposite Credill. The black dragon leader's posture was elegant, and his black robe gently drooped down. He then picked up a chess piece and made the first move.
Many did not say anything, and quietly played chess.
At the end of the game, there was no winner or loser.
Credill looked at the chessboard in front of him, and crossed his fingers. He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze stopped on Many's faces. He said, "Do you have doubts about me?"
"Not too much, not too little."
Many calmed down, as if the earth-shattering battle from before had instantly faded away. This was because the memories of the Sacred Relic and the seal that Nairíos had left behind completely appeared in their minds at this moment. The person in front of them was not a crazy person from the beginning.
Or rather, his rationality was bordering on insanity.
"Roslolian used his life in exchange for three thousand years of respite on this continent, but he could not prevent its destruction after three thousand years."
Credill's voice was low. No one knew that the guardian Roslolian was his best friend, or even his closest friend. His death brought Credill unprecedented pain.
"So, you used your own fall in exchange for a glimmer of hope today?"
"Fall?
For the stability of Order, I am willing to give up everything. "
Credill's words did not seem impassioned, but many truly understood the bottom line in his heart that he had never let go.
"What should we do next?"
"The direction of the Wheel of Fate has changed. No one knows what will happen next." Credill sat up straight, and gradually returned to silence.
Beside the two of them, Augustine's appearance was abrupt, but his appearance caused many people's pupils to shrink!
"Your choice?"
Augustine was holding many things in his hands that were not unfamiliar to him in this life. One was the sniper rifle that he had used the most. It was not the one made by Daugen and Madam Vasaki, but the PSG-1 that he carried on missions in his previous world. The other was the Crown of Judgment that had just been personally crowned by Patriarch Becky.
From the beginning to the end, he had been surrounded by these two people in front of him. Perhaps it was a coincidence or a deliberate plan, but ever since he came to this world, he was destined to face a choice today.
"My mission has been completed. I will leave the rest to those chess pieces."
Credill did not wait for many to make a choice. He did not seem to have any interest in the sniper rifle that did not belong to Roslorian. He got up gently, sighed, turned around, and left, walking into the endless world.
Gradually, he disappeared.
Many looked at his back, but had a feeling that they would never see the Black Dragon Patriarch again.
As for why he attacked them, and why he showed that kind of crazy posture, perhaps it would forever be buried in the dust of history, becoming an unsolved mystery that many did not know.
Augustine had a strange expression. He looked at many, waiting for his choice.
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"Thud!"
There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, accompanied by the muffled sound of branches breaking and grass bending. In a primeval forest, many lay on the ground, staring at the sky in a daze.
There were the unique sounds of insects and birds in the forest. He took a deep breath, and the tip of his nose was filled with the fragrance of soil.
Pain?
Many could not feel it. He, who had already surpassed the Demigod level, would not be hurt by falling from a high altitude. However, many did not understand why he fell in such a place for no reason and did not have any defense at all.
The sun shone quietly, with a sense of holiness. Many propped up his body, but his expression suddenly changed.
He looked at the trees around him, and felt that they were unusually familiar. He immediately stood up, looked down, and found that he was not wearing anything!
He raised his hand and looked. The space ring was still on his hand, and his right hand was holding something tightly. He only realized what he was holding now.
The Crown of Judgment, simple and quiet in this world, was quietly held by him.
There was a moment of absent-mindedness in his eyes. He gently raised his hand and put on the crown, naked. Then he took out a set of black robes and put them on. He walked toward the nearest city.
He did not fly, nor did he use teleportation that tore through space. Instead, he walked on his own feet like a mortal. The Radiant Scepter appeared in his hand in the form of an unusually simple wooden staff, like a walking stick.
He suppressed the shock in his heart. He knew very well that this was the scene he saw when he first came to this world. He had also woken up from a coma, fallen from a high altitude, and even the location was exactly the same.
"Is this the cycle of reincarnation?"
Many did not know which year it was. As a true God level master, he passed through the forest like an ascetic monk. Finally, he walked out of the forest and stood in front of a tall city, slightly stunned.
The City of Karo. The City of Karo that had changed.
Broken walls and dilapidated buildings were everywhere.
This was a city that had gone through war, but there was no desolation. Instead, it was full of vitality. The four gates of Karo were open, and there was an endless stream of merchants coming and going. The city walls made of plants were repairing themselves, and there were no elves working hard to repair them. Everything had a different atmosphere.
Joy.
Many people strode into the city. Their crowns attracted the attention of many people, but no one said anything. Occasionally, there would be a caravan member of the human empire looking back, and a voice teased, "That person is so strange. He looks like a dog."
The streets were still there. Many turned into the main street, intending to head towards the Vine Bar that they were familiar with. However, they caught a glimpse of a huge statue erected in front of the city lord's residence in the center of Karo.
It was not the Moon Goddess, but an image that many could not be more familiar with. Mercenary leather armor, twin blades at his waist, and a scar on Noda's face. At this moment, it had actually become the iconic statue of Karo!
As they slowly walked over, many saw the words engraved in front of the statue amidst the chatter of the crowd.
"The greatest general of the elves, our Noda."
The inscription date and the inscription were also very familiar: "Sylvia Silvermoon."
Many were gratified that this statue appeared to be the first time the elves had made a living being. There was no mention of 'died in such and such year' beside Noda's biography.
Turning to leave, the crowned figure was inconspicuous.
…
The door of the Vine Bar was pushed open. The hall was very lively, but Paolo was nowhere to be seen. Many raised his eyebrows and walked to the front desk, lightly leaning the Glorious Scepter on the bar counter. Then, he slowly sat down on a chair and asked the unfamiliar new owner, "Where's Paolo?"
"You mean the big boss?
He went to the Empire of Saint Reims and opened a branch in the territory of Oditore. I heard that it's the territory of that Legendary Lord! "
Before many could say anything, they saw a hint of white in the corner of their eyes. Many turned around and smiled in an unusually happy manner.
Sylvia, who was wearing a plain white robe, had tears streaming down her face. She stood up from the seat where she had been eavesdropping on many conversations. She reached out to wipe away the tears that she could no longer hold back and threw herself into the arms of many.
At this moment, it had been a year since the battle of 'Armageddon' on the Lorian continent.