Blood of Mercury

In the end, the father of Zhiyang rested in peace.

Roland watched helplessly as his giant, which seemed to be taller than the sky, turned into dust, and crashed down like an avalanche with a silent but mighty aura.

The lord of the old times, the king of fire elements, has fallen.

After realizing this, an unforeseen and incomprehensible grief suddenly surged in Roland's heart.

It's like seeing the emptiness of seeing a lofty mountain suddenly collapse, or a thousand-year-old dam finally being washed away.

All things are empty, all things are dead.

Roland understood the meaning of this sentence again.

Not only is the world of life itself so fragile, the days of decay and destruction seem to be imminent. When the last day comes, when the trumpet of the angel blows, everything tied to the old days will be shattered in an instant.

The silver-gray flames in Roland's eyes gradually subsided, and they converged back to the bottom of his eyes.

Seeing the great power of the long-sleeping mentor, the divine grace that was full of hoards on his body, like a calm sea, began to turbulence again.

Bathed in the ashes of the Great One's remains, Roland's eyes gradually ignited with an ashes-like color.

The flames once regarded Roland as the craziest and closest friend. At this moment, when their king fell, the voices of the flames killed by the long-sleeping mentor murmured in Roland's ears, like the most chatty old man to Roland. Recalling the greatness of the father of the sun in the past.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank. With ashes of lifeless flames ignited in his eyes, the visions of the past were revealed in front of Roland's eyes.

A giant with six spiral wings behind him and a body made of pure flame covered under golden red armor crouched on the ground, and opposite him was a black silhouette that was completely invisible. The Elemental Plane of Fire at that time was quietly burning with flames, and there was nothing special about it.

A gentle and warm voice resounded in the giant's mouth: "You are right, Naraku."

"I also see evil under the sun: where justice is symbolized, there is evil, and where justice is exercised, there is evil. I also know that you are also here to tell us lords that although we are extraordinary, we are no different from other living beings. We all die in the same way that all living beings die... We all come from God the Father, Aum, and eventually turn to dust and feed it back to Faens, so that this endless cycle will run forever."

"They were arrogant while they were alive, and in the end they were all dead... They were always going to die, their lives were meaningless, but they didn't know it."

The giant's voice was calm and sad: "Those who are still alive have some hope. After all, even a living lamb is better than a dead lion. Although the living know that they will die, the dead do not. Knowing nothing more. Their names are not remembered, their love, their hatred, their envy, their mourning have all vanished into nothingness. All that was done under this sun is no more theirs."

"Naraku, my friend. With all due respect, in my opinion, what you have done is such a cruel thing. Why don't you let them live forever, so maybe the world will be a lot cleaner."

"You don't have to be sad or lost, Nogals."

An indifferent voice with no emotion and overlapping echoes sounded in the air, interrupting the giant's words: "Let me tell you a story... The story that Father God Aum told me."

"That was when all the civilizations in this world had not been swallowed up at dusk. There are some relatively backward civilizations, their parent star resources have been exhausted, but they have not developed the technology of real interstellar immigration... So, they They'll just have to pack the best of the best into their only laggard ships and let them go with the flow, hoping to find a guide or an inspector before the energy runs out."

"Among them, the most painful group is the so-called 'relay generation'. They had already left their home planet when they were born. Can't recite poetry...and the most desperate is that most of them will not arrive in this lifetime. They were born in the void and die in the void. Their lives are wasted in the void, the only one The mission is to pass on the glory of the old days, so that future generations will remember the history and remember that piece of history that will never be forgotten.”

Naruo said in an indifferent but powerful voice: "I know that the lives of most people in this world are meaningless and will be destroyed in the void; I also know that most of them live for the purpose of suffering. But the meaning of life is to suffer. The meaning is that future generations can always suffer a little less of the sins they have suffered.”

"Don't think about immortality anymore, my friend. Just live in the present moment with peace of mind," Naruo's flat and emotionless voice sounded in Roland's ear, "Father Aum said, everything is Uncertainty. Just do it with your heart"

Naraku's last sentence was only halfway through, and the illusion came to an abrupt end. It was as if a thunderbolt suddenly pulled Roland out of the illusion.

His eyes were white at first, and then, like a TV with poor signal, a new image gradually appeared.

I saw something in the teacher's right hand. She stood in front of Roland, behind the slowly closing coffin lid, and on the ground, nothing left of the ashes after the death of the Balrog.

Roland immediately understood. Why did his illusion suddenly end, and why did the long-sleeping mentor ask Roland to summon the coffin.

She needs to take the body of her old friend.

"Roland, the abyss must not be left unattended."

The teacher's voice sounded in Roland's ears, recalling Roland's thoughts: "Although this place has been frozen by the underworld~www.wuxiaspot.com~, now that the Balrog is dead, it needs a new watcher to let it Not silently tainted by Higgs."

The corner of Roland's mouth raised slightly.

He already understood what a mentor meant. Rather, the sage never hides what he is thinking. It is only limited to his cognition and vision, and he may not be able to guess.

It seems that the "immortality" that she and her mentor said at the time still made her very worried... Yes, her old friend was polluted by dusk because of her desire for immortality, and finally had to be understood by her mentor. The long-sleeping mentor was naturally worried that Roland would follow the old path of Nogals.

It's just that what the tutor doesn't understand is that the kind of immortality that Roland told her is not the kind of immortality she thought...

With no guilt in his heart, Roland nodded in response. Before Roland could swear, the tutor pressed the pattern held by the palm of his right hand on Roland's forehead.

The golden pattern from the covenant started from the mentor's right hand and was branded on Roland's forehead. The dark red lines were gradually washed out into silver-gray, burnt on Roland's skin, and carved into his bones. △≧△≧△≧△≧

However, Roland is still not a lord. Because he has not yet stepped into the highest minaret after all, the miracles he performs are all relying on the authority of Kabbalah caused by belief.

However, the long-sleeping mentor never doubted that Roland would become the greatest lord.

Not because of the predictions of the latter, but her own judgment.

"I'm waiting for the day when you become the lord of Farnes, Roland."

The instructor murmured, and the figure gradually faded into the void. Roland's expression became peaceful.

"I will not let you down. My mentor."

Roland murmured, and the surrounding space flowed loomingly.