In the oval chamber, there is no trace of darkness. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe Yuan Li Lamp with endless energy casts light steadily and brilliantly, but the wide space is filled with silence and indescribable cold, giving people only the harshness of a winter night. Time seemed to freeze, and there was no sound or movement in the entire chamber - except for the crystal ball placed in the center of the circular table, countless cracked black lines were constantly entangled.

Finally, after a long dead silence, the white-robed old man sitting at the foot of the throne stood up and broke the silence in a hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is not much time left in the Quaternary Age, and the prophecy of the Fifth Age, ahem, is just as you can see. ”

Before he could finish speaking, a strong man with fiery red skin stood up in the right column and shouted: "Does the temple want us to believe in the so-called prophecy of the epoch with such a broken glass ball? Who here does not have unparalleled courage and strength? Without any corroboration, it is necessary to make us believe that the catastrophe will occur, is it possible that the Council of Order is already so timid and naïve?" His words were extremely arrogant, but most of the people in the seats on both sides remained silent, and their eyes turned to the white-robed old man, obviously with the same doubts in their hearts.

They are already the top power in this earthly realm, and therefore have the most profound knowledge. However, in various ancient books, the words describing the end of the Tertiary Age and the beginning of the Quaternary Age are chilling. In fact, with the passage of time, the power never stops its progress. The people in the room were convinced that they had the strength of their ancestors more than 2,000 years ago. However, the so-called "endless calamity begins in the sky, blood-stained fire, and the dark devouring green plain" in the scroll after scroll is only derived from the sentence "At the end of the three eras, the orb of the era has a faint dark pattern, so there is a change of slaughter".

And now, how can the darkness that filled the Sphere of Epochs be convincing?

The white-robed old man stared at the big man for a long time, and finally spoke coldly: "Don't compare the two of us with the temple! Since inheriting this white robe, my faith has been dedicated to the Land of Dust and the Council of Order, as well as the Dust Eye that can see through everything. You should know that there has never been a single error in the history of Parliament for thousands of years. ”

"There is no doubt that White and Ash can give everything for the sake of the moon god and her people, and I apologize to the two deacons for his recklessness. One of the men on the left stood up slowly, glared at the red-skinned man, and bowed to the throne.

"Don't waste your time with those rituals!" said the blonde man at the head of the right column impatiently, "and now that the council is reconvening, I am afraid that there will be great changes, should we still fight here? ”

The previous man couldn't help but look away, but in the end he didn't dare to look at the blonde man, and his already pale face was even more terrifying at this time. The gray-armored old man at the top of the left column slowly spoke: "Beo is right, and put aside the enmity between the two clans and listen to what Deacon Bai has to say." ”

The blonde man, Beo, glanced at the gray-armored old man and said jokingly, "The rock in the dignified Sdoune will also have a soft day?"

"This is not the time to be angry. Sdouen Harder replied angrily, then fell silent again, and turned his gaze to the dark crystal ball.

Beo shrugged helplessly and stopped talking.

In fact, the so-called parliament of order has always been dominated by silence. The participants, all of whom had tenacity and extraordinary wisdom, and who were not interested in participating in meaningless discussions, often made prophecies and opinions that were immediately adopted by the White Deacon. It's just that at this moment, everything that is being discussed in the council is obviously beyond the understanding of everyone present. So much so that the situation was deadlocked, and the members of the left and right columns all surprisingly did not express their position.

The members all looked at the White Deacon, and the chamber was once again silent.

The white deacon was caught in many eyes, and finally made eye contact with the gray deacon on the other side, who had been silent all along. The two of them nodded at the same time with a unique firmness, looking at the black-robed man above the main seat. At the same time, their lips squirmed, chanting silent incantations at speeds unimaginable to ordinary people.

The silence lasted for a full hour.

But in an instant, an invisible and qualitative pressure invaded out, almost like a cyclone of vitality in the sea of dust, bringing people an instinctive vigilance, urging themselves to stay away immediately. At first, everyone on the left and right columns was shocked, but soon, many people's brows tightened.

Is this the so-called evidence? What do they have?

Is it trying to bring us to our knees with force? That's the worst joke of all.

But the two deacons didn't keep them waiting. Soon, the pressure disappeared, but everyone only felt tense and unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat. Above the main seat, in the black robe that was originally like dust, two beams of miserable white light had lit up, just like the eyes of the legendary ghost. But this has no effect on the strong, the real fear comes from the aura around the black-robed man, the energy that constantly disturbs, and contains the desire to destroy everything and devour everything. That's right, it's desire, this energy is like a living thing!

Before everyone could speak, the energy that could only be described as crazy effortlessly turned the black robe in the middle of it into nothingness. A complete and transparent skeleton is presented in front of everyone's eyes. Suddenly, there were several inhalations in the chamber. But no one blames the few new members for their lack of concentration, everything under the black robe has exceeded anyone's imagination. The almost transparent skeleton represents the ultimate realm of wind - infinity. This is already the highest state that almost everyone, including everyone on both sides of the circular table, is striving for.

The fact that an invincible being is hesitating in the form of a half-ghost is a mockery and desecration of power itself! The fact that the Temple, as a representative of holiness and justice, is associated with this half-ghost, is enough to subvert all its own honor!

But no one questioned, because the original "black-robed man" had already spoken. His voice is full of vicissitudes, but it also contains unparalleled firmness. "Doubts, people of the moon god, but we, no, you, no longer have the right to be weak. If you are skeptical of me, then this shell has spanned at least two thousand years・・・・・・" Everyone noticed that when it looked at the Epochal Orb, two wisps of white flame in its eye socket shook slightly. "Because the moment I saw the ball of darkness, I already knew that the darkness that had swept everything at the end of the Third Age was intended to swallow everything in one fell swoop. Remember this power in me, which will eventually become your most invincible enemy. And you," his pale eyes swept around, "to at least be the first guardians. ”

After speaking, in the midst of the complicated eyes of the people, it slowly stood up and recited: "In the name of the moon god, your people today are willing to give everything for their final rest. ”

The holy white fire ignited from its beautiful bones, and in the almost colorless flame, starting from a crystal ball with black silk appearing, a tragic and bloody scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Everyone couldn't help but be touched by the blood-colored truth. Everything that was familiar in the past has a strange sense of alienation in the illusion. It's not just the barrier of time, but also the difference in momentum that can't be explained. But what is it? The words in the scroll seem to come to life one by one at this moment, pouring out in their ears the suffering of this land, and the indomitable and tenacious in the desperate situation. Looking at the blood-sprinkled "heaven-sent soil", many people in the right column had red eyes. But the scorching blood burned one by one, crossing the Vasi River, making the Forest of the Holy Spirit seem to be a fiery red maple forest, revealing a poignant beauty in the pain. The members of the two columns were solemn in unison, and as the picture progressed, their expressions became more and more solemn.

The flames slowly extinguished, and the throne became empty. However, everyone looked at the empty seat with solemn and sad faces—this is the proper performance of a truly strong man with perseverance and dignity.

Undoubtedly, what unfolded before their eyes was the turn of the Tertiary and Quaternary periods. It is also the "Battle of the Holy Demons" recorded in the historical books, but at this moment, that ancient battle should probably be prefixed with "first". The black robe, let's call it that, is such a hero who constantly breaks through the limits in battle and finally witnesses the victory of light, but in order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices for future generations, he has become a dirty lonely ghost・・・・・・

There was silence for a moment, and the air in the chamber was heavy. Unspeakable responsibility and the most primal mercy envelop this enclosed space, making it a little breathless. The next moment, everyone at the circular table stood up together, as if they were going to fight against the irresistible fate in the dark, exuding an aura of determination.

"In the name of the moon god, today we are equal to conclude an alliance between ourselves and ourselves," they couldn't help but look at each other as they said this, but it was only a moment's work, "leave behind the past grudges, and when I am finished, protect the land of dust, my heart, and the eyes of dust." ”

Dust Eye, the orb of the epoch, glows with a bright light after this oath, and at this moment, those dark lines seem to be gone. Unfortunately, this dreamlike scene only lasted for a moment, and the chamber became obscure again.

The White Deacon and the Gray Deacon stood up, put their right hand on their hearts, and said in a loud voice, "The void and existence bear witness to this covenant,"

"May the moon god bless you forever. ”

The Yuanli lamp was extinguished, and the secret room returned to a true dead silence.

There is a deeper darkness lurking within the darkness. But where is the light?