Dust of History Chapter 6: Decision (Part 1)

Einfast Royal City, School of Magic.

In the mausoleum behind the college, a person stood there alone looking at the sarcophagus containing the ashes of Bishop Ronis. This person is very young, good-looking, with a pretty face like a woman, but his eyes are full of vicissitudes and tiredness when looking at the sarcophagus, which is the unique expression of an old man who has experienced ups and downs in life.

"Hey, Ronis, it's me, Magnus. Didn't expect me to come to see you, let alone what I look like now?" With his own face, he smiled self-deprecatingly. "Actually, I didn't expect it either. I didn't expect that I would have the mood to have the opportunity to worship you. I didn't expect that Deken prepared to reincarnate Vidnina, but in the end I used it... But I don't know this body. How long can it last..."

"Did you know? Eschael is dead, at the hands of your student who has been cultivating so hard. I was counting on him to help me in Diyagu... Negan has been seriously injured, almost Even Morier was killed by someone I sent, I got the ring of the king, the hilt of the Black Star, and the kid who gathered the leaves of the Sunwell and the World Tree... maybe it was only one step away, The goal that even Durkon has not achieved can be accomplished in my hands... But now these are meaningless, because there is one thing you least expect, the hilt of the black star has finally been pulled out, right at the The Castle of Glory, in the Hall of Light."

"Unexpected...Unexpected...There are too many unexpected things in life. When we were young, we thought that the world could be held in our hands..." He sighed and sat cross-legged He fell to the ground, looked at the sarcophagus and smiled wryly. This is the unique look of a centenarian who is lying on the bed quietly waiting to die. There is no happiness or worry, only the powerless and helpless look at the end of life. Love and Hatred. Wang Baxiongtu, ups and downs, gains and losses, everything is just a passing cloud in his eyes. The only function is to chew slowly and savor the aftertaste of this life.

"For so many years, Your Majesty Durken, you, me, and the three of us have chosen different paths and diverged from each other. We have gone far enough on our respective paths, but in the end. The result is our last What I don’t want to see, our actions have unknowingly become the cause of this result... Is it true that what that chick Vidnina said, no matter what we do, it will only end up under the wheel of calendar A little bit of dust... all these years of intrigue and exhaustion are really meaningless..."

"Life is meaningless... Only a stingy woman like Vidnina would pursue some inexplicable meaning... How many years has it been since I told you this? Thirty years or forty years Year..."

His voice and eyes slowly blurred together, and slowly he was completely immersed in memories, and finally he just sat quietly in front of the sarcophagus without saying a word. It is obviously a young body and appearance, but it looks like a stone statue that has been placed in this mausoleum for a hundred years. Old and lonely.

"Your Majesty... everyone is basically here, can we get through now?" Lancelot and Priest Ryan appeared at the entrance of the mausoleum.

"I'm leaving..." the pope stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said softly. "After all, as long as you are alive, you have something to do, even if the meaning is just to try to survive as much as possible."

Celeste has turned into a dead area, and Erasia suddenly and inexplicably closed the teleportation magic circle. At this time, the most powerful reinforcement is only Ainfast. The Eastern Continent was completely unaffected by the previous battles. The strength is still there, and only the strong here seem to have the hope of being able to fight against the king of the dead. In desperation, the Pope and Lancelot can only come here.

This is not a call for help, but a joint effort to survive under a greater crisis.

Led by Priest Ryan, Lancelot and the Pope came to the cathedral. People along the way only saluted Priest Ryan. The paladins and cardinals were not familiar to anyone here, and their current outfits were also very ordinary and unobtrusive.

Looking at the square of the Academy of Magic, here seems to be no different from usual, magic apprentices, priests are still the same as usual, praying, attending classes, researching, what should be done is still going on, but standing around the cathedral The swordsmen of the Holy Knights under martial law attracted the attention of many passers-by. Sensitive people whispered that every cathedral martial law was accompanied by a storm. But they don't care too much, after all, it seems that every turmoil can be calmed down in the end.

What happened at Celeste's Splendid Castle has not yet reached Einfast, at least not to the common people. Between the east and west continents, the fastest news channel is through the transmission magic circle. As long as you are willing, it is not difficult to deliberately suppress these news.

Ordinary people cannot understand this kind of thing, even if they know it, it will only increase confusion.

"People who don't know anything are really happy... If possible, I would like to know nothing now, wander around like these guys, read books in the library, go to class, and meet cute girls in my free time Let’s watch dramas and eat together, girl... I just now know how happy and happy this life is. At least I was happy for a second before the world was destroyed, instead of being here like a hot pot like now ants." Oufu's interim leader Borukan-sama stood on the table, looked through the gap in the window, and looked enviously at the ignorant people outside. "If it is possible to choose again, Zai is really willing not to touch such an earth-shattering event that will go down in history... Fuck, even I can hardly believe that I will stand at the conference table discussing how to save this continent one day. "

Borugan-sama's stump-like body jumped nimbly, and jumped onto another table near the central God statue, looked up at this sacred statue dozens of times taller than him, and said loudly: "Hey .God, this continent is about to end now, do you know? You accept the worship of so many happy idiots here every day, you can't think about these people, show some miracles in those lewd knight novels, and come down Is the savior here to let us see? Do you want us ordinary people to worry about it here? If you knew this, why would you still stand there? Why don’t you use our statue.”

"Hey, you guys, why do so many people come to serve and worship such a useless god? Great messengers who serve God, please explain to me? Why do you claim to be your God in the world? What kind of monster is going to destroy the world from the glorious castle in the holy place in the world? What are you doing with your devout belief in great justice?" Master Borugan turned his head and grinned at him with bull-like eyes. The Pope and Lancelot just came in.

The Pope and Lancelot didn't even look at the rude dwarf, and sat down at the round table temporarily placed in the church hall without saying a word.

"I'm sorry, no matter who is in a bad mood at this time, please don't mind too much." The female prime minister sighed softly and said to the Pope and Lancelot. The woman's patience and calmness were fully displayed at this time, and her complexion was relatively normal. She turned to Mr. Borugan and said: "My lord, please calm down. I understand your mood, but please understand that it is useless to get angry at this time. You must also be aware of the mood of anyone here. No better than you..."

"Ah, I understand, of course I understand, it's just that I don't have the cunning and patience of everyone here, please forgive me for being young and impulsive..." Mr. Borugan jumped down muttering and sat down. Back to the original position.

In addition to Sir Borugan representing Oufu, the Pope representing the church, Lancelot, and Prime Minister Mrak, there are also the two Tower Masters of the Tower of Fangs, and Elf Elder Lloyd.

The door of the church opened, and Captain Roland walked in quickly. He also sat down at the table with a gloomy expression on his face.

"Has your Majesty already dealt with it?" The Prime Minister asked calmly.

Captain Roland nodded ~IndoMTL.com~En. The members of the Holy Knight Order and the Academy of Magic can be transferred by me at any time. Although several ministers from the military side have some doubts, but with the joint request of the two of us, the problem should not be too big. There is no need to let them know about these things, it just increases panic. "

After pondering for a while, the prime minister sighed softly: "That's no way, it's up to us."

On the round table is a huge map of magic, and the miniature scenes of magic manifestations are clearly visible. This is the magic map left by the ancient elf empire stored in the ancient war tree. It was originally a treasure that could never be seen by humans. In the center of the map, a small group of black mist is slowly moving.

"To be honest, I really can't believe that there is an army of undead that can't be dealt with by accumulating all the power here." The tower master Grandon brushed his beard on his chin without blinking. Looking at the magic map carefully. The same is true for the Tower Master Adelide next to him. Since coming here, their eyes have never moved away from this magical work of the ancient elves.

The two towers of the Tower of Fangs are mainly regarded as the most relaxed people here, and they even have a slight guard against the Pope and Lancelot. If it wasn't for Celeste's true destruction, Captain Roland's strong invitation and the strong reaction of the Whispering Forest, none of them would have appeared here.