The aftermath of the explosion reverberated between the two worlds, the winds of chaos ruffled Fanna's long silver-white hair, and she raised her hand to shield the wind and sand in front of her, watching the flaming ghost ship slowly descend into the sea of sand, and saw the huge black goat descend from the clouds and step by step to the Lost Country.

Then, a flame fell like a meteor from the deck of the Lost and exploded into a gate before her eyes, and Duncan's figure stepped out of it.

"Captain!" Vanna immediately came to her senses, and she walked towards Duncan, but only half a step later she felt her body shake and almost fall to the ground forward—in the last seconds of her imminent fall, she supported her body with the cane left by the giant, shook it twice, and finally stabilized.

Duncan walked quickly to her: "How's it going?" ”

Holding her cane in one hand, Vanna raised her head a little effortlessly, and smiled reluctantly: "This time it seems to be ...... It's really a bit tiring. ”

Then she scattered the long sword in her other hand, reached into her clothes and dug it out, felt the "sun" that was still radiating bright and warm radiance, and handed it to Duncan with a slight trembling: "Here you are, this is the 'sun' left by Taregin...... Intact. ”

Duncan immediately noticed the name: "Tarijin? ”

"Yes, the giant...... His name is Taregin," Vanna nodded slightly, "He is the God of history, and a long, long time ago, He fell on the day of the Great Annihilation. ”

Duncan frowned tightly, staring at the ancient "star" that radiated a warm glow in Vanna's hand, and in the midst of countless thoughts and fluctuations, he finally reached out and took the orb.

A warm touch came from the palm of his hand, and the slow-moving flames on the surface of the sphere gently licked his palm - but now there was something more important.

Duncan casually put the "sun" in his arms, stepped forward and grabbed Vanna's arm, and with his other hand took the huge cane that the latter was holding, which looked like a rough tree trunk - he could tell that the beautiful girl was really about to hold on.

Vanna was not polite, she breathed a sigh of relief, pressed most of her body weight on the captain, and at the same time looked up at the huge black goat that was still standing quietly next to the Lost Country, and asked thoughtfully, "...... Is that the 'first mate'? ”

"How did you recognize that?"

"The shape of the face, although magnified many times, can still be seen," Vanna said, and couldn't help but add, "In addition, I can also use my brain to reason." ”

"It's him—I repaired the keel of the Lost and gave him a portion of my flames so that he could regain his position in a short time," Duncan said as he led Vanna towards the door of the flames that still lingered on the edge of the dunes, "Let's discuss the details later, now let's get back to the ship, it's not over yet." ”

As if to confirm Duncan's words, before his words fell, a low and strange roar and unsettling whistling sound gradually came from afar, as if two huge millstones began to crush and tear each other again, and terrible vibrations and loud noises echoed in both worlds at the same time!

In the distant sky, the once-stagnant "impact" began again, the mountains were collapsing, the clouds began to boil, and in the sky, a huge fire appeared again in the depths of Silandis, which had been reduced to ruins, and the forest and the earth, which were originally almost completely swallowed by darkness, were gradually reshaped as if they had turned back in time, but they showed all kinds of twisted and terrifying postures in the remodeling—and in the next second, those forests and the earth that had resurfaced and distorted quickly disintegrated, and were engulfed by darkness again, and the whole process began again, Step by step towards madness.

And around Vanna, the boundless desert once again rolled up a terrible wind, but this time it was not her control of the "storm" - the wind seemed to hide countless roaring and hideous phantoms, each of which was shouting a lost name, and the huge wall of sandstorms was also formed in the wind, and the illusion of the city and the mountains loomed within the wall.

The final collision and fusion of the two worlds began.

In the final seconds of the storm, Vanna was dragged by Duncan into the whirling flame door.

In the next second, she was already standing on the deck of the Lost - the blazing spirit flames formed a wall outside the ghost ship, and the terrifying scene when the two worlds collided turned into a distorted and hazy illusion beyond the flames, but even through this layer of flames, she seemed to hear the roars of the two worlds at the same time, and the terrible roar of the collapse of all things!

"I thought it was over...... she looked at the world that was falling apart beyond the deck, feeling the increasingly strong shaking coming from the deck, and suddenly seemed a little unresponsive, "Why ......"

"We've just wiped out the Son of the Sun who invaded the Dream of the Nameless - but the nightmare of Silandis doesn't end there," Duncan's voice sounded from the side, "This is the deepest part of the Elven race's memory, and the scene of the Great Annihilation is deeply imprinted here—the collision and annihilation of the two worlds is the destined end of this nightmare." ”

The shaking of the whole ship became more and more intense, and Vana struggled to stand still, staring at the scene of everything collapsing in the distance, and finally couldn't help but speak: "How can we stop this......"

Hearing this, Duncan just turned his head and looked into her eyes quietly: "Stop? Prevent what? Stop the collision of two worlds? Or to prevent the Great Annihilation from happening? ”

Vanna was stunned when she heard this, and seemed to gradually react.

"The Great Annihilation has already happened - in real history, as the beginning of the Deep Sea Age, it has already happened and ended, and what remains here is only a 'memory' that has already happened, we can't stop it, and there is no need to stop it," Duncan shook his head slowly, "All we have to do is stop Silandis." ”

Vanna said no more, just a thoughtful expression.

Duncan slowly made his way to the edge of the deck, looking into the distance, at the end of the world annihilated.

The merging of the two worlds begins - at the end of the "impact", the two lands hanging upside down from each other do not really overlap each other physically, but fall apart before that, gradually turning into some kind of dark and chaotic ...... "thing" in the reshaping and distorting of each other.

Above and below the Lost Land, around the deck, beyond the ship's side, the forests, mountains, deserts, and rivers of the past were torn apart, and quickly lost their discernible colors and contours, and the light of the whole world was fading, and then the wreckage, large and small, gradually became "masses" with chaotic outlines in the darkness, which floated in the endless darkness, further colliding and merging with each other, turning into more distorted and grotesque shadows.

Then, after an unknown time, in the midst of everything that had almost completely sunk into darkness, a chaotic and obscure streamer appeared—as if the soul that remained after the world had burned out, as if it was the last bit of fire in the embers, and the dark stream of light appeared between the grotesque clumps of shadows, flowing disorderly in Duncan's vision.

In the depths of those dark and disordered streams of light, among the ruins of the world's impact, only a barely recognizable silhouette remained.

It was a huge tree.

She floated silently in the dark depths of the extinction of all things, in the time and years that had ceased to flow after the Day of Doom.

She was dead, she was completely dead when the world collided, the conflict of law and order annihilated everything, God died first in the process, and the World Tree created by God was no exception - Silandis was just a phantom, a phantom that had long since disappeared.

But she couldn't really die.

Because in the depths of the memory of the "elves", there is always such a tree of the world.

Even if it was a recreated elf, even if it was an elf restored by the "Dark Lord" in the third long night, after witnessing the truth of the Great Annihilation, Duncan had vaguely realized what the essence of "everything" in the current deep sea age was.

Nothing escapes the clash of laws in World Impact, not the strongest warriors in the kingdom, not the World Tree created by the gods, not even the gods themselves.

Duncan didn't know what kind of existence the "Four Gods" were, including the Eternal Flame Tower, but one thing he was sure of was that the entire Deep Sea Age was technically just a product of the restoration of the Netherworld Lord from the "Blueprint" after the third long night.

It's all embers.

Duncan watched silently at the Syllandis that floated peacefully in the darkness, at her wreckage, and at the shadows of chaos around her that had once been the home of a race.

The "World Tree" that appears in the memories of the elven race is technically a replica - but she can't understand it.

Similarly, she doesn't recognize the "elves" that have been reshaped from "ashes".

A glimmer of light began to emerge from the wreckage of Silandis.

Like fireflies, the streamers slowly seeped out from the remains of the giant tree, gradually converging into a river in the chaos, which meandered and flowed gently around the feet of Silandis, just like a long, long time ago, in the forests of the elves' homeland, there were rivers that ran through the earth and nourished the World Tree.

Every point of light in that river is a sleeping mind.

And under the "nourishment" of this river, the remains of Silandis began to grow once again - in the state of the still dead "corpse", the branches of the World Tree began to rise strangely, extended, and grew grayish-white, finely twisted leaves from the edges, like a zombie rising from a grave, to crawl from the realm of the dead to the earth.

Ted Lear's last resistance failed.

Duncan reached forward.

The Lost Ground sailed silently in the darkness towards the pale and twisted, burnt to the wreckage, but still growing and spreading.

(End of chapter)