The warrior looked around the entire Siberian world and said in a calm tone: "I bear everything, save everything, and punish everything. I am not for the Siberians to repair this world, but for all future lives that have been born, are about to be born, and are not yet born since then. I fight with you not only because you have killed tens of billions of people, but because you have killed the future of the world and made order and civilization a game for you alone."

"It's just my duty. I only do what I should do, and you're lost yourself."

Joshua said to this unprecedented enemy with an unprecedented serious tone: "You think you have mastered fate, but you are actually just a prisoner of fate."

"When you look down and look back at the past and can't extricate yourself, you can no longer truly look up at the stars and grasp the future."

Fatlolvi didn't speak.

However, the illusory crown on his head was finally broken at this time.

An inexplicable power swept across the entire world. At this moment, it isolated the inside and outside of the Siberian world, causing the entire world to be isolated from the vortex of the void and even the entire multiverse to dissipate rapidly.

On the outside of the world, the spirits of Siberia and Karnlis of the Steel are in common. The two great wills observe the entire process through the cracks that were torn when the world was fighting, Joshua and Fatlorvi. They watch the internal time of the world reverse, the future and the past are unstable, they watch the history and possibility of the world, and the flames of steel dance with the glory of time.

They saw the history of civilization, the self-destruction of the Siberians, and the birth of the soul puppet.

"It was my fault."

Suddenly, Siberia of Steel said this. The world will of the soul, which was left with only soul, looked gloomy. The steel python, who had no concern for nothing, had no concern, lowered its head, and something condensed in its red eyes and fell down.

"It was my fault."

It said again, its voice low, and Siberia circling in a ball, as if it said to Karlis, and as if it was to himself: "I have never cared about this world, I have watched the cycle of reincarnation and have never done anything."

"I know that the Siberians suffered in the early stages of civilization, and they formed an extremely strict order civilization for this... They did not allow any individual to be separated from the collective control, they did not allow any deviation from the development of the plan, they had doubts and malicious intentions about everything, because if they did not do so, they could not survive in a cruel world... Everything was my fault."

"I have never loved them, never helped them... They can't feel love, so everyone sees others as hell."

Karlis also watched all this silently. It recalled the destruction of the Karlis people and the Winged Warriors who fought with the evil gods until the last moment. It comforted that its children did not self-destruct, but also sad that its children left on their own first.

But as Giothy said it should look to the future.

Those remnants of the world of Granthia are their new children, and they cannot ignore them themselves, and should inspire them to re-establish a new civilization and order.

And inside the Siberian world.

The light of soul and time fills the entire starry sky and the continent.

Destiny and future dissipate in the silent world in the flash.

The endless battle between the warrior and the master finally reached the end at this time.

Joshua raised the condensed giant sword in his hand to Fatlolvi.

The giant sword fell.
Chapter completed!