"Gelasius", Phoenix looked at the huge planet outside the spaceship, "I didn't expect me to be here again", he sighed in a tone, although he was against the Purifier project, but it was undeniable that these man-made weapons had the virtual personality of the great Templars of the Star Spirits in the past, even if they had returned to Kara's arms, but their greatness was undoubted, "Are you really going to do this?" ”

"Yes, old man", Atanis also looked at the planet outside, "although they rebelled and restarted it, it doesn't mean to make it, although the idea of the council is to regain control of them and deal with the insects, but, what I want to do, do understand them, understand their technology, and then, accept them as one of us"

"So you're coming here?" "I always feel like there's something unexpected here."

"Archbishop, forgive me for my presumptuousness," said Jurlan, "do we really care about the rebellion of the infidels? ”

"Be careful with your words, my fleet commander", Atanis looked at him solemnly, "we are no longer the astral empire of the past, we are no longer the arrogant Supreme Council, we are the new Darlam, and the reunification of the reunification makes us abandon our prejudices, and it is because of you who always remind ourselves in our hearts that we are different from each other, so that our people are still confused"

"I... But "

"Nothing but, you have to believe that we are not the only Els who want the stability and unity of Darlam, our Dark Templars, the entire Naira Mother Star Spirits also want to prove themselves to their former glory, do not doubt their resolve"

The archbishop looked at all the compatriots around him and said solemnly, "I believe that Patriarch Vola Zun and Grand Elder Mohandar will take care of all this."

The Astral Light Fortress, Nathan finally did not resist the crazy attack of Tyras and his Dark Templars, and clinged to Artanis's instructions, he did not insist on resisting, but at the convergence to lead the Shadow Guards, Volazon and Mohandar surrounded the Council Tower, at this time, everyone knew that the defeat of the rebels of Tyras was only a matter of time.

Taimastro and New Antioch have been placed under martial law throughout the city, there are patrol planes patrolling the sky, and the tense atmosphere has finally infected the ordinary people, and it is not far from dawn.

"Occupy the fortress, Tyras, you have a lot of money, but have you thought about the consequences? Where have you placed my people?! Nahan had apparently received an order from Atanis to leave the matter entirely to the other side, and his troops were just to surround the place, leaving Worazun and Mohandar to enter with the Shadow Guard.

"My clan? You are not worthy of such a title, and you are gradually bringing our people to extinction."

"Perdition? Arrogant, ignorant, what is your purpose? Mohandar asked quietly

"Don't be vain, I am disgusted by your covetous manners, you will only use high-sounding rhetoric to let my people gradually get lost in the path of the lost dogs of the El, and gradually lose our faith, look at the poor creatures who joined the Golden Fleet, they still have the appearance of the dark Templars of the past, and once we become arrogant, they will forget the original purpose of fighting, so that the Elstar Spirits of the Bishop's Council will be satisfied. Do you remember those words, Lord Volazun? My mentor? ”

"Of course I remember", these were the words she said in front of her people after the meeting against the mining of the Holy Mountain, not long ago

"But you have not done it", yes, he thinks that the other party is only perfunctory, and within a month after that meeting, because of the long journey, so the whole of Daram is preparing, "you have made concessions at every turn, at the expense of the interests of our people, you have almost no influence in the Council of Bishops, you only oppose it, but you never look at the result"

"No, I'm not, I...

"Hmph, high-sounding words, I'd rather die a heroic death while the blood is still alive than see my civilization disappear and survive, let those Elstar spirits let the horses come."

"You..." , Mohandar stopped Wolazun's continued words, because at this moment, the other party's obsession angered this elder who was dedicated to the public.

"No need to argue", looking at Tyras, who turned around and left and entered the battle preparations, he already understood the other party's choice, but it was this kind of behavior that made him feel sad in his heart, could it be that the survival of the race is more important than the battle of faith? No, it's not.

"Can you break this defensive stance?" , Mohandal's voice became quieter and quieter, but Vola Zun beside him felt the momentum of a volcanic eruption.

"Of course", she set aside the scythe in her hand, gathered the spiritual energy in her hand, and slammed it into the protective shield in front of her, and with the sound of glucking like substance, the protective shield cracked wide, and then, they walked in, accompanied by the Shadow Guard.

"Take them down", Volazun ordered, and the Dark Templar behind him infiltrated the darkness to act as the vanguard, while she and the Grand Elder followed. Along the way, there were the wreckage of mechanical sentinels everywhere, but the core was completely absent, she knew that it was the other party that had injected it into the protective shield, and it seemed that Tyras's rebellion was not his own move, because he could not have mastered such technology.

"You just see the difference between my people and the people of El", Volazun's words drifted through the space, and she knew that Tyrath could hear what she said, "in fact, we are so identical"

But the other party did not respond, which couldn't help but discourage her a little, Mohandar shook his head on the side, "I heard it"

"What?"

“Korshala Adun！” When you and I die, we will meet again in front of Arden, and Naura's mother thanked Arden for everything he had done for them, and it was also their vow to see death as home.

Worazun was silent, she looked up at the front, and confusion swept over her again.

They walked silently through the corridors and gradually ascended until they reached the top of the Episcopal Council Tower. It was clearly the place where there was a fierce fight, and just before they arrived, the Shadow Guard had surrounded the place, and the only remaining rebels were inside.

Zahan looked at Vora Zun, he could feel the confusion in his old friend's heart, he couldn't do anything about it, because this was a mental barrier that only he could break through, he could only silently support her, and Mohandar on the side, at this time, seemed to be back to his youth, his breath was so steady, not at all like an old man who was dying, his eyes reflected a dazzling brilliance, "Let's go, patriarch, let's end this", and then, the first to enter the conference room.

"You're still coming", Tyras saw that he was too calm, which made Volazun especially puzzled, what was this doomed rebellion? A futile struggle?

"Stop, Tyras, you've failed", she lamented the promising star.

"Don't look at me with that kind of pity," said Tyras, "for so many years I have lived under your protection, learning from you the ways of Nerazim, and growing up in your training and teaching. But I am now able to shelter myself, and I find that your shelter has become ...... So hollow."

"Is the battle of faith so important to you? We have been expelled, but it is the inevitable consequence of our people's path, and we have not run away from it, so what will you get by doing so? Your sacrifice will only provoke a violent conflict between our people and the Elstar Spirits."

"In this way, we want to motivate our people to get rid of the stupid Darlam government and the battle between the Elstar Spirits. Yes, there will inevitably be violent clashes between the two sides. That's right, both the Elstar Spirit and Nerazim will be killed. But compared to the march into the El, these casualties of our people are not worth mentioning at all."

“。。。” Isn't it ridiculous that Vola Zun understands that this is what they want, and they just want to live comfortably in Sacoolas, and want to be alone in the coming darkness? Arrogant? Ignorance? Neither, just a bunch of poor creatures who can't see reality clearly.

"As you wish, I will give you the answer", Mohandar moved, to the surprise of Volazun, the old man was angry with his choice, mourned his choice, and he wanted to end this sorrow with his own hands. His movements were elegant, not showing the slightest old age and eating, the sharp blade in his hand swung straight towards the rebel in front of him, and the figure disappeared a moment before the opponent resisted, and when he reappeared, it was already behind him, and the palm of his hand directly flashed with spiritual energy to cut into the broken nerve endings, and at the same time injected a large amount of void energy, making the warrior fall to his knees and fall to the ground in dizziness.

"Hmph", Tyras's figure suddenly disappeared, which made Vola Zun's heart sink, but it was too late to remind

Mohandar had already noticed it, but the short burst had consumed a lot of his physical strength, and it was too late to make a foolish evasion move, and the spirit blade in Tyras's hand was straight into his left rib, if it wasn't for his timely dodge, I am afraid that he would have been pierced through his chest at this time. Just as Tyras was about to draw his blade, he grabbed his arm with one hand, used up the remaining spiritual energy, and slammed one hand into the opponent's chest, not surprisingly, Tyras was unsuspectingly knocked out, and after doing all this, Mohandar could no longer maintain his body and staggered to the ground.

"Great Elder!" Wola Zun had no time to care, she fell to her knees and held Mohandar in her arms. Mohandhar's purple blood soaked through his old robes. He stared at Volathon, the light in his eyes fading. His old and deformed, thin fingers brushed Worazun's cheek, "Remember, Worazun, young patriarch, you have to balance it all... ”

"No, Grand Elder, I don't accept such a fate, Mother Naira needs you"

"This is my mission, and it is also my pride", Mohandar smiled at this time, although weak, but still calm, "I am proud of you, and besides, I have experienced the glory of battle, do not be sad。。。。。 I have come to see you ... Then, with no life at all, the Great Elder finally died in the arms of Vola Zun.

"Hehe, hahaha... Under the wall not far away, Tyras slowly got up, with a crazy look on his face, "Stupid old fellow, you finally went to see Arden"

"Tyras!" Worazun roared, picked up her scythe, and rushed at her former disciple, for now, she just wanted to end this nightmare.

"You have told me before that if we live under the protection of others for too long, we will lose our true selves forever, and we will miss out on our true strength." Tyrath dodged to the right of Volazon, the blade still scorching the air at the edge of the gauntlet.

"Is this your true self? Is this the legacy you want to leave for future generations? Bloody hands? Volazun followed Tyras's movements, following him indoors, "Murder? ”

"The future I have chosen allows the Nerazim to decide their own destiny." Tyras replied, "I have chosen a future that will allow us to hold our heads high, not to be in our homeland but to be strangers in a foreign land!" ”

"Arrogance! Ignorant! Your ignorance is hopeless! Unmoved, after a brief moment of temptation, she suddenly entered the shadows and landed the final blow on her left side, while Tyras turned to meet it, stabbing her opponent in the shoulder at a strange angle. However, his chest was slashed through the whole with a scythe, and the end of his tail pierced his left chest.

After Vola Zun drew his sword, the young Dark Templar laughed and fell to the ground, "I'm for... Clansmen", the voice was weak, but still powerful.

“。。。 I know", Wolazun's shoulder was still bleeding, but she didn't care, she suddenly felt a little sad, today, she lost two important people in her life, one is a teacher, like a father, and the other, a disciple, like a son and nephew.

She stooped down on one knee and took Tyras's clutching hand

"I'm going to meet Arden ... You want to protect our culture, don't ... ”

"I... Yes", she finally understood, and completely broke her long-standing confusion.

Rest in peace, Mohandhar!

Rest in peace, Tyras!

I will no longer be confused, no longer entangled in the past and the future, no longer compromise between my own imprisonment and interlocks, I will carry on the glorious tradition of my mother and defend the glory of my people. But I am also a member of Darlam, and I will defend the glory of the Star Spirit to the death, and I will never stop.

"Atanis, perhaps, that's what you were meant to be, thank you," the young patriarch whispered, and then, picking up Mohandal's body. Behind her, every member of the Shadow Guard silently picked up their fellow rebels and followed silently, they didn't say a word from beginning to end, but they all followed the young patriarch with a firm step.

When they finally walked out of the Parliament Tower, Nahan and the Templar, who had been waiting outside, watched the ceremonial scene in shock, and the older bishop finally understood the archbishop's insistence, and at this moment, he was fully convinced that the future of the Star Spirit was different.

“En Taro Adun！”

At this time, dawn has arrived, and light is coming.