So the vast information as vast as the sea came from it like a tsunami of mountains and seas. Countless fragments of memory, but with a fiery feeling, flashed in front of the warriors.

That is the memory of a saint.

At first, everything was empty and dark in the abyss. In the void, there was the spirit of the saint walking in chaos. Joshua's spirit followed the spirit of the saint and explored in the hazy.

The chaos is endless, but the light of stars shines, opening up the way forward and protecting 100,300 ancestors of all races. After a while, the darkness disappeared, and the saint finally found his own goal, a world that had just been born.

The saint had been trekking for a long time, but she did not stop at all. She pressed her hand on the chest of the robe on her body, and then took it down. Runes that were like the ocean overturned out of the robe, forming a large net that could cover the entire body. This net consists of countless sacred runes of several levels, releasing the light that illuminates everything. It activates the birth of the world, making the continent, mountains, ocean and sun and moon take shape within seven days, and that's how it was done.

Joshua felt that the saint was extremely exhausted, but also filled with joy. A world formed in his own hands was naturally worthy of joy. He vaguely heard the saint's murmuring, which was a prayer to bless all living beings in the future.

Among the fragments of memory, the warrior saw the subsequent actions of the Saint. In order to stabilize the entire continent, she did not experience frequent earthquakes. She planted a seed-like thing in the center of the continent named Grandia in later generations. This seed quickly took root, sprouted, and then grew into a familiar figure for the warrior.

The juvenile body of the Chongshan Titan Urbendney sleeps and grows in the center of the continent. Its lower body forms the foundation of the entire continent under the sage's power, making the world born into an extremely stable and solid state. While planting the Titan, the saint found a shepherd child in the surrounding plains. It was probably fate or perhaps some coincidence. The saint smiled and looked at the somewhat clumsy boy learning her inheritance and finally became her student. She called him Akhar, which is the name of the emperor who unified the entire continent.

It is also 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 six magic marshals stood in the central square of their capital. There were seven high platforms on this square, each with coffins or some ancient weapons and armor. Everyone in the whole city stood everywhere in a special order, forming a huge formation. Accompanied by Su Sheng's curse singing, which gathered the power of millions of people, the gathering of endless soul imprints, ancient heroes woke up from the long river of history.

All pictures ended with the awakening of the most luxurious and oldest coffin. Countless star-like light spots gathered, making the ancient emperor open their eyes.

And the cold mist of darkness and silence also covers everything.

Seeing all this, neither the sudden darkness nor the cold breath of death could surprise him at all.

Because he already knows the truth.

"Sage..."

Taking a deep breath, the soldier looked at the hazy light ball in his hand, his eyes full of complexity.

He understood that all doubts and unknowns were answered in the memory fragments left by the Star Saint. Whether it was the dragon-winged girl's extremely resistant attitude, the relief when Arman died, or the old knight, that is, the truth carried in Akhar Aliyev's heart, he already knew everything.

War with evil gods, betrayers, sinners, sages, and prayers for the Star Saints, and final disposal.

Hundreds of thousands of sinners were exiled to this newborn world, where they were imprisoned, and they were not free from life or death, because the special steel power of the world of Granthia has been transformed into imprints for thousands of years, and the endless souls hung between heaven and earth like mature ears of grain, and these souls are waiting for the final judgment.

The sage's anger has never been extinguished, and his punishment has only been delayed by a thousand years. At the end of everything, when the natural disaster of death ends, everything will return to the chaos of the void. Only 100,300 brave and resolute people who fight to the end can be forgiven. The rest of the souls will turn into the fire of the original time with the destruction of a world and be used to continue the long-dead Mycrov continent.

What a meticulous plan, I am worthy of being a sage.

Holding the light ball in his hand, holding the light ball in his hand that was gradually heating up and seemed to be about to start burning, Joshua felt that someone was talking in his ears.

Let's make a choice.

Choice.

The destruction of a world and the rebirth of a century, billions of souls are held in your hand, and you are the existence of the fate of two worlds.

This is not an auditory hallucination, but someone said so. The warrior looked up and the hazy shadow of the Star Saint was standing in front of him. In the quiet dark chaos, the phantom of the Saint Cynthia Morning Star smiled at him, and then said in an extremely calm tone: "Collect the soul and initial fire of this world to allow the Mycrov continent to continue. This is my mission."

"My partner, the inheritor of sages a thousand years later."

The elves who were with this world whispered softly and said in a compassionate voice: "If you can't choose, then let me do it."

"It was me who prayed to the teacher to lead them to this world, and I allowed them to reproduce and create the civilization of the continent of Grantia. So, if you cannot make a decision, then let me give them the end and let all things return to nirvana."

In the distance, in the continent of Mycrov, the old Pope Iger and the dragon-winged girl Hilya raised their heads at the same time. The scepter, robe and jewels shone together, illuminating the entire Temple of Stars, but they seemed to turn a blind eye and stare at the void outside the world. In the imperial capital of the Northern Empire, the blonde swordsman wearing two swords also subconsciously held the hilt of the sword. He felt that his extremely familiar sword began to heat up, and it seemed that something was resonating with it in the distance.

At the same time, a huge magic circle phantom suddenly appeared in the entire Grantia world. The holy light floated for a moment, as if it was about to swallow the whole world, but it stopped immediately, as if time had solidified here.

And time has indeed solidified.

The whole world is shrouded in darkness.

In the silent silence, the light ball held by Joshua began to burn quietly.

The four holy cities, the warriors who were originally fighting endless undead suddenly discovered that their enemies turned into ashes in an instant and disappeared, but no one, including the four city lords, had no time to sigh, because the next moment, the time of solidification stopped everything in this scene.

In the center of the continent, a huge Titan moved its head. The giant as the Son of God could hold on for one more second, but this second made it sigh.

In the Gaital Plateau, in the capital shrouded in darkness, only within the range of the small fire light held by the warriors can the wind continue to flow, the sound continues to be transmitted, and time will continue to pass.

The flame burns, which means that the initial fire of the entire world has arrived here, which means that the outside world will stop. Because the light of existence disappears, everything collapses into the unobservable void, allowing the unknown chaos to dominate everything.

At this time, Joshua spoke.

"No need," he said, "Let me do it."

Looking at the elf woman who was somewhat puzzled in front of her, she paid countless prices in the battle with the evil god and finally successfully ushered in victory. A smile appeared on the warrior's extremely serious face. Although this smile was a little stiff because of not being very skilled, it was extremely sincere. Joshua whispered: "You are a hero, who saved the existence of the whole world. One hundred thousand sinners survived because of your prayers, and even reproduced civilization."

"You are the creator of this world," he said calmly: "You should enjoy all glory and praise, why should you wipe out your own glory after death?"

"Let me, the living person."

The Elf Phantom was slightly stunned. She seemed a little surprised and a little relieved, but she shook her head and questioned: "Can you carry it?"

The man who knew the future of this world asked without hesitation: "Who else can bear this world except me?"

Without any hesitation, the warrior, Joshua, held the flames in his hand tightly, and the phantom of the Elf Saint's smiling dissipated like a dream.

The fire is warm, as if it is nurturing everything.

It has nothing to do with compassion and indifference, it has nothing to do with sorrow and despair. The light of existence is so pure that the warrior holds it, as if holding all living beings. Under this warm light, he seems to have become some kind of larger existence.

Holding the initial fire in hand, Joshua saw it.

In front of him is the cornerstone of this world.

Before him was the gravel and dust that made up the earth.

In front of him is a smaller and more basic existence.

The dead darkness spreads, which formed the power of origin of all things in this world, and the polluted "steel" whine in the most microscopic corners.

The dim light flashed, which was the energy flow that ran through the entire world. The souls of all the dead were circulating in this vein with the wave of life until the end of everything.

The warrior saw that the world called Grandia was extinguishing, just like a bonfire that lost firewood, a furnace that lost coal, a division of light and darkness, a boundary between death and life, a state of cold and warmth, everything fell into ambiguous chaos, a void that did not exist.

The fire went out, but it was rekindled.

The warrior witnessed all this, and the light of flames flashed in his hands, extremely warm, as if it could illuminate all living beings in the dead.

Joshua took a deep breath, and he raised the seemingly faint flame in his hand, towards the deep darkness. His arms that could easily lift the mountain peaks were extremely slow, as if carrying the weight of a world.

In his hands, he holds the authority of salvation and destruction, taming the reins of the end and rebirth.

Joshua could hear a low voice echoing in the darkness, which was the voice of the will of sentient beings, all things, and this world. It was begging, it was wailing, it was telling its pain and despair.

The world is praying for redemption.

"No."

But the man with authority said indifferently: "I refuse."

So all things fade and everything goes to nirvana.
Chapter completed!