"Sage? Cage?"

After hearing these two words that seemed completely unrelated, the old pope couldn't help but sigh, and his face suddenly became extremely serious. He said to the girl in an extremely serious and heavy tone: "Although it's a bit abrupt, can you tell me your name?"

"My name is Hilya Faraguni."

The dragon-winged girl, who was a little confused, blinked and simply said her name: "I follow my mother's surname, because my father is a dragon descendant. He has no surname, only his name."

"Faragni?"

The old pope nodded slightly, and he paused for a while, as if thinking about the history behind the surname Faraguni. Then, Eagle slowly asked: "May I ask... Miss Hilya Faraguni, what did you see in the illusion of sages?"

He said word by word: "Please do not hide anything."

"I saw it..."

The old pope's voice seemed to be deeply rooted in people's hearts. For some reason, Hilya, who could not speak out for his refusal, subconsciously began to tell everything he had seen in the illusion of sages before.

There are a lot of things she sees.

First of all, there is a scorched earth world.

The sky was covered by the smoke and dust of flying Mars. On the earth, the light emitted by the high-heat lava turned the sun into a dim dot. The forest was burned into ashes, the streams were evaporated by flames, the hills and grasslands were charred, and they turned into ashes with the cities of the tribes.

In the gray haze and dust storm, you can see seven huge portals standing in the distance, with red light projecting out from it, like seven dim suns.

But the sun was extinguished one by one, the holy light pierced the haze, the giant sword made of runes slashed the mountain, the giant axe and hammer broke through the hideous claws, hammering all the blockers into flesh and blood. After the portal, the blood-red sky and the red lava lake were shattered along with the continuous black iron fortress, accompanied by the entire land, becoming an island floating in the void, and a big hole was broken, just like the whole world was broken by some great force, like a broken egg shell.

That is the end of the world, the ruins of all things, and what the girl sees is the scene after the war is over.

"That was a thousand years ago, when sages and countless evil wars in the multiverse... sages and gods shattered several layers of abyss and ended everything."

The girl murmured: "In that war, countless cities were destroyed, people were displaced, and in blood and fire, there were heroes who insisted on fighting, and even faced endless enemies, and there were also heroes who betrayed us for survival."

The kneeling people aimed at those who were still standing, stabbed the sword from behind, and their astonished faces fell to the ground with blood, and the humble people who were kneeling on the ground stepped into the dust.

They opened the gates of the city, destroyed the unity of the defense line, took the initiative to greet the enemies who trampled on their hometown, and faced all the destroyers of prosperity and peace with a flattering smile.

"The ancestors of the world of Grantia were these people."

Hilya closed her eyes, and she gently said the truth she saw: "Maybe it was coercion, or maybe it was a temporary compromise. These people turned against the right path and embarked on a journey of no return. They helped the evil, and even turned into demons themselves... After the sages and gods ended all the chaos, they embarked on a final judgment."

That is indeed the final judgment.

The broken sunset gradually ended, and the remnant gods echoed in the high sky full of miserable red clouds. The sages who love all the world also closed their eyes and responded to these traitors who cried and begged for forgiveness with their cold faces. Faced with the evil demons and monsters who wanted to destroy the entire world, they did not choose to protect their homes and glory with their lives, but instead aimed the sword in their hands at their former companions. This is an unforgivable sin and an evil deed that must be paid.

Traitors do not deserve forgiveness or redemption. Even flowers and plants despise this dirty soul and refuse to carry their tears.

"The sage said that he will purify their souls with the purest holy light, and their souls are not worthy of entering the soul cycle of the Mycrov world and joining those heroic souls who fought bravely."

The story of the Dragon Winged Girl was not over, and she was still whispering: "But my ancestors couldn't bear it and proposed another punishment plan."

It was an elf who seemed to be a star incarnation. Her long green hair hung down like silk until it landed. The saint, who held a long bow of the falling star, fought in blood on the front line of the battlefield of the evil gods, begged the teacher for forgiveness. She said that the sinners should indeed be punished, but their descendants had the opportunity to be born, grow, and atone for their ancestors.

The sixth-ranked Star Saint said that it is difficult to be born into the spirit of sentient beings. Such a rash destruction only accelerates the fragile flames of the Mycrov world.

She wanted to exchange her merits for an opportunity, an opportunity to give these traitor descendants atonement, and a chance to exist in the world for many souls not yet born in the future.

Facing his followers who were kneeling on the ground and begging, the sage was silent for a long time. At this time, he thought of the continent of Mycrov, which was on the verge of destruction, and how to continue his hometown. This method made him hesitate for a long time, but in the end, he made a decision and nodded slowly.

"The sage promised her."

Hearing this, the old pope whispered to himself: "But why... it's too wasteful to send a group of sinners to a whole new world and then imprison them as cages!"

There was endless regret in the old man's voice.

It is precisely because of the knowledge that the old pope knew how dangerous the continent of Mycrov is today.

Thousands of years ago, sages used the abundant evil gods as fire to burn the fire of order to maintain this world that had long been divided. Tens of millions of inhabitants of the Mycrov continent and dozens of races lived in this world that could be broken at any time. Since sages have the ability to find the initial chaos that is about to form in the void and shape it into a world where it can survive, why not move all races there, but instead place a group of sinners there and arrange a saint who holds inheritance to guard it?

After thousands of years of reproduction, the number of lives in the world of Grantia has exceeded 100 million. If it weren't for the natural disaster of the undead, it would be comparable to the world of Mycrov. Even though most of the deaths of the undead are now, the remaining population is nearly one million.

This is so wasteful that there must be an unknown hidden story behind it.

The old pope closed his eyes, thought for a while, then opened his eyes, and stared at the silent Hilya.

"I know the reason for everything."

He said lightly: "But, you still have a lot of things you haven't said."

"What is the truth about the punishment of sages?"

Eagle's voice contains strange rhythms, fluctuating and vibrating spirits, which can make the most stubborn criminals dictate the truth. The old pope did not like to use this method to learn the truth because it was disrespectful to others' self-awareness, but at this time the truth about the two worlds was related to it. He did not mind doing this, nor did he mind doing it a few more times.

He is the pope of the Church of the Seven Gods, the shelter of all innocents and the support of all good people, but this does not mean that he is the glorious incarnation of complete kindness without any slight stain.

He is St. Eagle, the pope of Mrs. Mycrolo, and only the pope of Mrs. Mycrolo.

Therefore, the words that shake the soul are expressed calmly.

"Tell all the truth."

"I... this... no! The sage... ahhhhhhhhh!"

Even with the inheritance of sages and sages, she is a strong man in the golden realm, but how can Hilya's spirit be compared with a god walking on earth? Eagle's spiritual fluctuations easily overwhelmed the self-will of the dragon-winged girl, making her speech extremely difficult, almost gritting her teeth, telling the final truth bit by bit.

"The punishment of sages... is the entire world, and thousands of souls that have passed away..."

Hilya struggled to reveal the truth she tried hard to hide. Tears came out of her eyes, but it was useless. Under the cold oppression of a legendary strong man, all her persistence was meaningless: "The world of Grantia is about to be destroyed, only 103,000, and the soul that is the same as the number of sinners who came to Grantia's world... Only these 103,000 souls can be redeemed, and the rest must be destroyed, and together with this world, it will be cultivated... No!"

Speaking of this, a firm light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the dragon-winged girl. In an instant, she got rid of the old pope's spiritual suppression and sealed her soul neatly, causing her body to collapse to the ground and remain unconscious.

This seal was so decisive that it was almost equivalent to death. In amazement, the old pope had no time to stop the other party from committing suicide, and was succeeded by him.

"well."

Eagle looked at the extremely uncooperable fourth inheritor coldly, then his eyes softened and he sighed.

Even though Hilya did not tell the final truth, he had already guessed the rough idea, who had already known many secrets.

It is indeed very, very severe, worthy of the punishment for the crimes of those betrayers.

"No wonder you tried your best to hide it and resist the existence of us, the Mycrov world, so much... Your parents' souls are also in this ranks of punishment, no wonder..."

"So that's it. Why do you need four inheritances to know the mystery of the initial fire... because as long as you find the fourth one, that is, the inheritor in the world of Grantia, you can know the truth."

He said softly, then waved his hand and placed the girl's body flat in a corner of the Temple of Stars. The old pope, who was at the peak of the legend, could talk to the gods equally, slowly walked to the space-time channel that had not yet been constructed, and murmured to himself: "Joshya, you said you want to turn this around, but do you know, what are you going to face?"

"That is the punishment set by the sages and... the way to save the continent of Mycrov."

He looked down at the sky-blue pearl in his hand and smiled bitterly: "The destruction of a world is the rebirth of a world."

"How would you choose?"

The warrior certainly didn't know what happened behind it.

At this time, he was walking in the wilderness.

Joshua stepped forward, and with every step, the earth shook again and again, causing the entire wilderness to shake violently. With this vibration, countless souls that were deeply trapped in the void were oppressed by the power of the soul burner, and returned to his power of glory, and the soul abyss that contained all soul fragments.

His existence is like a piece of rubber. All traces of paintings in the world of Grantia will be erased by him. He walks step by step, liberating many dead souls from the constraints of this heaven and earth step by step, and then suppressing them in his soul.

The warriors did not know nothing about everything. Arman repeated several times. This was their battle with the living, his words that had nothing to do with his outsider from another world, and the undead backfired on the living, but he was reluctant to destroy everything, but he waited until everything was on the verge of death before taking action.

He could guess that there must be something hidden behind this. The sentient beings in the world of Grantia may not be the seeds spread by sages at the time, but have another mission.

And this mission may not contain any kindness, but instead has endless cruelty and indifference.

But what does this matter?

Joshua's eyes were firm. He held a weapon in his hand.

A warrior, holding his own weapon, has the power to fulfill all his determination and the awareness to bear all his actions.

Then no one can stop his pace, his will and progress.

And in the distance, where all the dead shadows were born, the imperial capital Gaitar.

An old knight looked at the surging dark clouds in the sky and seemed to have gained some revelation.

So he lowered his head, looked around, and said in a calm tone: "The time is here."

Four pairs of eyes burning with soul fire lit up on the obelisk.

“It’s time to start.”

The old knight said.

So, the melodious sound of trumpet sounded, and with the storm passing through the plateau and the wilderness, swept half of the continent. Endless souls were like tides, heading towards the last gathering place of the living in the surging mist, surrounding the four holy cities surrounding the tomb of the Saint.
Chapter completed!