The closer he got to the top of the stairs, the more intense the sound between the fragments and the stone pillars, the empty had already walked half of the steps, but he also began to hold back the fear that always existed in his heart, the fragments in his hands were even brighter, and the stone pillars in front of him seemed to turn into objects composed of pure light, he felt that it was no longer his own walking, but the fragments were pulling himself again, and it couldn't wait to return to the body, and the stone pillars were like mothers frantically longing for their separated children to return to themselves in a second faster. The uncontrollable external force www.biquge.info affected the empty and weak body, and also affected the fear and uneasiness of the unknown in his heart.

It was a dark underground illuminated white, and the sky was guided towards the brightest spot of the light, he was still a restless generation, but the figure deep in his heart became an invisible message, always telling him that he could not be afraid, even if he was afraid, he had to endure and move forward, he was already on this road, and he could not turn back.

Sora stepped on the steps within twenty penultimate steps, and the two blazing lights expanded to almost merge with each other at this moment, and he was indeed being dragged away, and the fragments suddenly seemed to be completely out of control, quickly pulling the empty body to rush to the top of the stairs, rushing to the stone pillar, and the empty body had to open its legs greatly under the pull of the huge force, but it still touched the edge of the steps countless times.

"Kid, get out of there!" Sora heard an old man behind him in a panicked voice, "How can the reaction be so strong?"

He didn't have time to chew on the deeper meaning of the old man's words, and he didn't have a chance to look back and see below, Urfa, who was crowned as his "younger brother" by outsiders, showed a worried look, and at the moment when the fragment seemed to be completely alive, he subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand, but he found that he couldn't break free, the fragment seemed to shine infinitely, and the surface continued to release scorching heat, sticking to the empty hand, reluctant to break contact with him.

"I, I can't do it! My hand seems to be attached to it!" Sora shouted that he couldn't do anything, and he had to watch as the scene in front of him quickly zoomed in, as if he was about to be sucked into a vortex of light.

The splinters actually dragged the empty body into the air, reaching the center of the stone pillar, stopping in a groove that had been forged, embedded in it.

The moment the fragments returned to their bodies, the night when he witnessed countless fireballs of the enemy falling from the sky in the woods that day, the strange sensation that burst out from the depths of his body like an electric surge was used again, but this time it was a hundred times stronger, and Sora had no power to control the thing that could tear his spirit apart. At that moment, the world was quiet, there was light all around, and the sound of the old man could no longer be heard from the air, and the sound of the fragments turned into real vibrations, which violently impacted the empty brain, and the stone pillar and his brain seemed to establish some kind of link, and the fragments were the intermediary in it, and then a large number of bizarre and mottled pictures poured in like a tide, washing and shaking layer by layer.

"Something, something's squeezing into my head!" Sora shouted, though he didn't have the strength to consider whether his voice was coming from his vocal cords or whether it was being transmitted to the two behind him.

He was compulsorily forced to look at the high-speed moving images, a long, ancient story recorded in the fragment itself.

He saw a strange world, like the extreme opposite of the world in which he lived, a world with the alternation of day and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter in the changing of the sun and the moon, the sky of that world was always new and bright, the sun and clouds were light and clear, the night was bright and starry, and the haze that he had seen covering the sky since he could remember, there was no such thing as a broken city, no withered farmland, no houses devoured by fire and disaster, no wasteland filled with bloody swords, and no golden symphonic fighting and trampling of iron horses' hooves。

It was full of laughter and laughter of women and children. The tall man wielded a tool he didn't know how to dig through the earth, and cut out thousands of huge branches from thousands of miles of territory, and the bones of the huge branches bloomed, and inside was a ghostly tree house, and small people with thin wings flew out of the window. The nobleman smiling and tilting the glass, the liquid flowing out converged into a long river, and the grass and trees on both sides of the river bank rose several times, and fish, birds, cattle and sheep were magically bred out of thin air. There are women who just laugh and turn into moving songs and dances, and those sleeping children have a dreamy smile.

There is water, there is light, there are long green and countless fine wines and delicacies, the white cotton is plucked by the hand, every pinch is extremely delicate textiles, children run in groups by the river, there is no fear of wild beasts, it seems to be forever called peaceful and carefree, there, like paradise.

"What is this, what is this?" The ethereal self saw the prosperity that had existed in the past that had only been recorded and depicted in books, but the picture was a hundred times better than that, and all these things that could not be described in thousands of words flashed through his brain in a moment.

"Who?" Sora muttered, and he saw that the scroll-like images were gone, and two noblely dressed women appeared, the woman wrapped in a purple robe plucked the stars and adorned her black hair like a milky waterfall, and the blonde woman took the dangling sun wheel and made the diamond in the center of the necklace and wore it around her neck. Suddenly, both of them fell to their knees, their wrists and bodies bound by chains, and the iron-clad giants pulled at the chains and dragged them like mustards.

Countless people who were too big to see the whole picture sat in a circle, looking down at the women who were prostrate on the ground, and the two women suddenly became disgraced, and they stared at each other, as if they would rush to each other and bite each other in the next moment, and the door embedded in the ground opened open, and the giant loosened the chains and threw the women down at the same time, and the man sitting on the high place stretched out his hand, and wiped the keyhole on the door into nothing, and broke the key into pieces.

Sora screamed in pain, too much stuff had entered his brain, and his brain capacity had long since exceeded the scope of what it should normally be used, as if an overloaded machine was generating great heat and roaming his brain.

"Help me......" In a trance, he saw the back of the tall man, which was probably the only picture he wanted to see at this moment, and it was just a picture he imagined himself, and he let out a cowardly cry at the non-existent figure.

More images are still flowing in, those things that have been recorded in the annals of history and even compiled into legends and myths, played in his eyes with real images, the woman named God, with his servants descending from the sky, she dispersed the demons of the nether, gave the human beings in the wilderness the fire of survival, the city was established, the civilization was continued, the era of human beings appeared, and then the vicissitudes of the sun and the moon, and suddenly the picture changed again, and the sky saw an earthquake covering the whole world, and every place was cracked, turned into countless fragments and was sucked into the sky, and the black hole took the place of the moon, swallowing the damaged earth into its mouthThe city was destroyed along with the earth, the sound of thousands of people crying filled the whole world, and the existence of all living beings disappeared without a trace the moment the earth disappeared.

"Don't!" Sora was driven by great fear to let out a heart-rending cry, he felt that he had been thrown into that world, no, that was another portrayal of his own world, that was the final point of disaster, the destruction of the world, when it was destroyed, nothing existed, no one, including the things they loved and wanted to protect, became meaningless, he himself was just one of the insects and ants, and when the ground disappeared, his helpless and desperate cry melted into the air with a wisp of thousands of ghosts crying.

"Please, save me...... "The void sank in the chaos, reaching out upwards towards the only one who existed in his heart, the figure of the man.

He finally couldn't bear it, but at the same time the picture was all gone, including the light that encompassed the surroundings, he left the strange place, returned to the original real underground cave, the stone pillar returned to a glimmer of light, his empty hand broke away from the fragments, his body stranded in mid-air naturally fell, he was indeed sinking, whether it was in chaos or reality, the dome in the empty field of vision kept moving away, and in the position opposite his outstretched hand, there was a huge and majestic figure, holding a spear, and he was stunned for a moment, only then did he see that it was the god-like statue on the side of the stone pillar, the moment when chaos and reality were handed over, in the position of his vision, also alternated the figure reflected by his own heart.

At that time, Sora actually felt a trace of peace of mind in his heart, although it was just a misunderstanding, but for a moment, he really took the huge divine soldier as the man who was watching the night with a spear.

His back was caught and he was lying in someone's arms, who carried him back to the ground safely, hugged the empty in his arms tightly, and gently patted his back and held his head with one hand.

"It's okay, kid, it's okay, it's my fault, it's my inconsiderate way to let you happen to such a thing, I'm sorry for my child, but it's okay now, I'll take you out of this place soon, and when you go out, you can really start to have a normal life, food and clothes, playmates and shelter as big as you, don't be afraid. Aang tried to comfort Sora, his pupils reflecting the boy's pale face, as if frightened.

When Aung let go of his arms, Sora was still staring at the huge statue with his head up, his legs were weak, and he sat down on the steps, when he suddenly saw not far below, his silver-gray hair fluttering on the steps, and the boy, who was younger than himself, was climbing upwards as fast as he could, and his movements were particularly clumsy.

Urfa paused in his footsteps, probably falling, and lay face down on the steps, but soon he got up again, and watched the frightened Sora who sat above him approach quickly.

"Urfa ......," Sora muttered, looking at the boy, who was clearly much weaker than himself, doing something that was clearly unable to get his body to adapt, just to ...... Approaching this side, Sora saw Urfa's face, with a direct expression of concern, facing himself, "Are you, worried about me?" Sora said in his heart.

He wanted to stand up, go to help Urfa, and reach out to pull a hand, but his legs still did not lose strength to recover, and he had to watch Urfa silently crawl all the way to him.

It wasn't until Urfa really insisted on climbing up that Sora saw that there were multiple cracks on his skinny skin, and there was still bleeding in his nasal cavity, apparently caused by a previous fall, but he insisted on climbing all the way without even sparing any spare effort to wipe the blood.

"No, it's okay," Sora said to himself with his unopen mouth as he saw Urfa staring at him, "Sora......" he paused, "Brother......"

"He's a good brother. Aung laughed and gently wiped the blood from under his nose for Urfa.

Sora's heart fluttered, and he called me brother? Is it because he has just been mistaken for a brother? But he would suddenly accept this misunderstood fact that does not exist?

He thought that the tall man had also had a younger brother, and he said that he loved his younger brother, always loved, always missed, and always regretted, regretted that he had never been able to protect his brother, and that he had always been so incompetent.

Thinking of this, Sora raised his head and looked at the statue behind him, the statue standing silently, holding a spear without moving, how much like, how much like the man at the vigil, also so silent and calm, but his side made people feel very relieved.

Idling back, when he met Urfa's clear eyes, he unconsciously thought, if the world really became what was depicted in the picture, Urfa should be like himself, crawling on the divided earth and crying helplessly, and he could even have a thought in his heart, which could become his last vague hope, so what about this child? Who should he think about? This child who leaned on the ruins and whispered to the stray dog when he first met him.

Sora lowered his head, buried his head in his knees, he couldn't help crying, and there was an indescribable discomfort in his heart.

You have done everything to protect me, every night to keep watch without eyes, just to protect us to be able to sleep peacefully, so you say that you are incompetent, so no matter what you encounter, the first thought is still longing for you to protect me, what is it? I know, of course I understand, I understand that you are no longer there, even so, I am still longing for you to come to protect me wherever I am, it is clear that this is impossible, how incompetent I am in this way......

"Don't be afraid of the child anymore," Ang gently patted the sobbing boy below, feeling his undulating shoulders against his palms again and again, "It's all over, everything that makes you feel sad will be gone, you don't have to be afraid, if you are willing to take me as a supporter, I will be happy to do it later." ”

"I, I saw it," Sora whimpered, "I saw the earth cracked, there was nothing left, everything was destroyed, everyone was dead, everyone was ......"

Ang's reassuring book stopped for a moment, and he silently turned his head back to look at the apocalypse placed on the stone pillar, his side face like hard and cold steel, extremely gloomy, and there was a certain determination in his eyes.

"It's all an illusion, my child, and I swear to you that such a day will never come, it shouldn't come," said Aang, "The Knights exist to prevent such things from happening, including the people who gave it to you, they are your loved ones, right? ”

"I've seen too many strange things, those stones, what the hell are they?"

"They are meaningless stones, they are bad things, although I know that the fragment is given to you by them, and it has a different meaning to you, but they are indeed bad things, and they should be sealed in this underground, your relatives, these heroes have done everything to bring this stone back here, but also to protect the people living on the earth, who will be protected from disasters, even if it is only to improve the possibility, the people to protect, naturally include you. ”

Sora gradually stopped crying, and he lifted his tear-stained face to look at Ang, his gaze drifting unconsciously over Ang's face and behind him.

"That statue," Sora asked, "why did you build that statue?" ”

"That's not statues, children, they're the most ideal guardians," said Aang as he could, if it was a fairytale-like description, "In my hometown, the taller the people, the more powerful they are, so I say they are the most ideal guardians, because they are the most powerful, and they can take care of these bad stones in the depths of the earth, and prevent them from reaching the outside world and harming the earth, they are the strongest line of defense, and they are a symbol of peace for people." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart, and he can't help but stare at the statue silently for a long time.