What you see is the boundless golden ocean.
The entire crimson sky is like a pot of boiling water. The magnificent and gorgeous halo is coated with a layer of gold. Like petals, it is blooming layer by layer, revealing its intoxicating but deadly beauty.
"Be careful of the eddy!" the sailors shouted in different lengths. The next moment, a cross wave hit - invisible ripples hit the side of the ship hard, and the ship's hull, which should have been silver but had turned into charred black, trembled violently. Everyone leaning against the side of the ship leaned back. Only the long-haired girl in white, holding her hand on the hilt of the sword, stood upright in the strong wind. Her cloak rustled behind her, but it did not affect her in the slightest. Like nails hammered into the deck.
"Your Excellency, Commander." The aboriginal herald on the side reminded with some uneasiness.
"Don't worry about me," the girl's dark eyes reflected the afterglow, which was dissipating little by little, like the setting sun, "focus more, raise the flag, and let the ships of the squadron enter the battlefield. The other side is in chaos, and the opportunity is fleeting. .”
She loosened her grip on the hilt of the sword and pondered for a while before speaking again: "It seems that someone has fought for a chance for us."
The latter quickly bowed his head in response, turned around and left.
On the side, a little girl holding a notepad to her chest was looking at this scene with some curiosity.
She suddenly asked: "Sister Bai Xue, who are those people?"
"What do you want to ask……?"
"Are they descendants of Flor, or...?" The little girl hesitated to speak. Bai Xue turned around. She was not much older than the former, but her bright eyes made the former shrink back. The little girl added in a panic: "Sister Bai Xue, I, I want to say..."
"Is this important?"
"But, I just can't stand the arrogance of those descendants of Flor..." The little girl muttered a few words unwillingly: "Besides, they are not good people."
Bai Xue fell silent.
After a moment, she turned her gaze to the distance again - the center of the battlefield, thinking that it was not like this in Wesland. Everyone lived in a huge cocoon, and now even she might not be able to escape its confines.
Silver Rose, Holy Crusade, that was the name given to it by those who supported it. But even though people like myself work diligently to maintain the reputation of the guild, just like carefully wiping away the dust on a sword, it is still difficult to make it shine with its original glory.
How did the world view that battle?
Silver Vislan may not have been the leading party in carving up Covenant Mountain, but it did indeed lead to the demise of the Free Guild. Like the disintegration of stars, it also represented the annihilation of an era. Since then, the halo of the forerunners has dissipated, and the ideal luster has been stained with a layer of reality's gloom.
Descendants of Flor, Argent Vislan, the Holy Gone Founded by the Forerunners. Now people can only see its huge size and the minions behind it, and the previous trust has disappeared, leaving only endless suspicion.
'Descendants of Giants' still seem aggressive in the first world.
But does that mean that the outside is strong but the inside is strong?
No one knows.
The number of candidates passing through the Star Gate is increasing year by year, and the interests of the latecomers and the forerunners have already parted ways. It was once held together by reason, but it has fallen apart today. Can the 'tyranny' of a few people imposing on the majority really last long?
He and others may have seen this, and now Wisland's footsteps are much gentler than in the past, but even if it has received praise, it is difficult to restore the past situation.
On the contrary, many people are addicted to it.
...to chase those 'honors' that don't mean much.
In her opinion, she and others are more like a group of incompetent paper framers - they seem to be trying to repair the original broken rules, but the deeper they go, the more they discover the regrettable fact - the order is moving forward towards the end. .
So do they maintain or prevent progress?
There was only confusion in her heart.
The history of Stargate in this era is still roaring forward, but among all the colors, what is good and what is bad?
Bai Xue misses the time that her brother told her about when she was a child. At that time, black and white were still clear. Everyone tried their best to fight and were full of ideals. Everything seemed to be developing towards the bright side, whether in reality or behind the Star Gate.
It was this that brought her to the Chosen One camp.
Originally, her parents chose a different path for themselves than her brother. They hoped that she could stay on Earth. Their two sons and daughters, one was behind the Star Gate, and the other was supporting their career in reality.
But in the end, she went against her parents' wishes. After winning countless trophies and receiving countless praises, until she entered the Star Gate - what she saw was this scene. The former glory was withered, and even in reality, Opposition to the Stargate Project is getting louder day by day.
Her parents have expressed their worries about the future prospects to her and her brother in video conferences more than once. Like her brother, Bai Xue is still determined, but she still has no answers to many questions.
The girl sighed softly, put her hands on the railing involuntarily, and looked in that direction.
At this moment she thought of Fang Plover——
The young man's always optimistic and tireless face appeared in his mind involuntarily.
That kind of enterprising spirit was very popular in earlier times, but it is rare to see it now.
People are chasing interests and losing their ideals, but this is no one's fault, because this is the case in this era.
It was the pioneers themselves who broke that halo.
It just makes everything original seem valuable.
"Is it him...?"
Bai Xue couldn't help but have an idea in his mind.
She knew that the Seven Sea Traveler was in that direction, and a group of craftsmen from the descendants of Flor rushed in, and 'he' was among them.
She stared there, and the rosy clouds were dimming little by little. The shock wave caused by the explosion in the center of the battlefield dissipated, and sparks overflowed, opening a huge gap in the center of the Shadowman fleet.
On the left and right wings, the signal lights of each squadron were lit one by one. At this moment, more shadow people's fleets are appearing above the clouds, seemingly endless, and they are continuously descending into this world through the opened channel.
"Your Majesty Commander!"
The herald who had left earlier hurriedly came back, "Stonde replied, Captain Nakins signaled us..."
At this moment, they seized an opportunity.
A fleeting...
A chance to break away from the formation of Shadowman's main fleet in one fell swoop.
Bai Xue tightened her hands.
"Give me the order," the girl's tone became cold again, as if her confusion, hesitation, and all the hesitations were all left behind in an instant, and she turned back into the 'Her Royal Highness' of Silver Vislan. The brilliant light shining in her eyes is the opportunity to win:
"Using me as the blade, the entire fleet launches an assault. We will defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!"
The battlefield is like a thousand sails.
Amidst the transmission of countless flags, the silver fleet is turning and gradually converging into a sharp sword that pierces everything forward.
As for the navy.
Bai Xue has never worried, because the navy will only be more professional than them, and there is no need for her to worry.
…
In El Paxin City, Central Ring Road, Upper City——
Suppressive fire diminished.
Chris swept the dust off his head and poked his head out of the ruins in the neighborhood, looking at the sky - after the previous explosion, the shadowy fleet above the gloomy clouds was already empty. The block fell to the ground and stopped in place.
"what is that!?"
Someone among the companions shouted in surprise.
Looking in the direction of his finger, a dazzling flame was descending from the golden-red clouds, like a fleeting meteor.
A downed aeroplane?
But not quite like it.
Chris felt a little anxious in his heart, but what he was anxious about was not the strange scene in the sky, but the offensive ahead. He turned his gaze in that direction again. The inner ring road leading to Crown Square was completely silent. There was neither fire nor any firefight in sight.
There was silence on the battlefield——
At this time, other young people were looking up at the situation in the sky. The firepower used to suppress Elpaxin was greatly weakened, and the Shadow Man's fleet seemed to be in a tough battle, which made most people relax.
Some even started joking.
Most of them are apprentices of the Craftsman Association, young people from El Paxin City or the countryside. The association has not arranged any specific affairs for them. Opening the city gate and guiding the chosen ones is all their job. .
Young people are always full of energy. Although this sudden war has involved every one of them, they have not yet experienced the pain of the war, and most of them still maintain an optimistic attitude.
The conversation gradually shifted to Chris.
Many people looked over with envy.
The apprentice of the association is said to be the heir of a certain sawmill owner. He doesn't know why he gave up his comfortable life and chose to embark on such a path.
Although alchemists are also respected, the road from apprentice to craftsman is a thorny road. Most people have dreams, but in the end they leave nothing behind. Most people just waste their years in vain.
Of course it's different now.
After the Dolifen incident, the latter suddenly emerged, and recently it has become like a rising star, winning the appreciation of many dwarf craftsmen.
Moreover, he took the lead in this battle and performed well. Afterwards, it was said that he would not be promoted again, and his permanent appointment was already a certainty. The transition from apprentice to full-time alchemist is nothing more than that for the chosen one, but for the aborigines, it may be a turning point in life that transcends classes.
Despite everyone's gaze, Chris remained silent.
They had previously led a group of Holy Chosen Ones to attack the city gate, breaking through various defense lines from the lower city area to this place. They had never seen such a strange scene. It was as if the batch of reinforcements that had previously invaded Crown Square were fake.
Or is it already successful?
But why can't I hear any cheers from the direction of the square?
Others didn't seem to notice anything unusual, but unlike them, although Chris was not a combatant, he had experienced the battle with Dolifen, and he still vividly remembers the battle in the rainy night, on the edge of life and death. The experience finally gave him a vigilance that was different from ordinary people.
"Did you notice anything?"
He turned directly to ask.
Because he is willing to help others, he is quite popular in the Craftsmen Association, and the envy of young people has not yet turned into jealousy.
Therefore, everyone did not resist, but only seemed a little confused. Someone asked: "Chris, did you find anything?"
Chris shook his head.
He was about to speak, but suddenly he felt a chill in his heart.
Chris subconsciously raised his head.
He looked towards the direction of the street - the direction where the Chosen's reinforcements had previously invaded, but it was unusually quiet there at the moment, but that silence was not comforting.
In just a moment, in his field of vision, one, two, three or three selectors wearing blood-colored shirts fled from that direction in a hurry.
——He's from the Jefflett Red Team!
Chris thought to himself, but he had never seen such a look on the other side - on the faces of the musketeers - they seemed to have seen a ghost, and their expressions were full of panic.
At this time, the other party quickly saw them in this direction and immediately shouted to them:
"quick--"
But before the words were spoken, those people stood there as if possessed, and even maintained their original running posture, motionless, as if time had been frozen.
From behind them, a gray ripple visible to the naked eye was extending along both sides of the block. Where it passed, the brown-red and tile-green roofs, flower beds, and gleaming metal tracks on both sides of the street were moving one by one. Lose color.
Chris' pupils shrank wildly when he saw this scene.
He suddenly remembered a long-lost legend in Elpaxin - many years ago it had walked on this earth together with the most terrifying rumors, but then those wings that covered the sky fell, that Many memories of the era have also been buried in the dust.
Accompanying it is an ancient proverb:
Don’t forget your dead enemies.
But what is the dead enemy?
People no longer know.
At this moment, Chris finally remembered that just like the scene he heard in Dolifen, under the wings of death, darkness was quietly covering the world - a pair of golden pupils, staring at the earth.
The fire of Venus falls into dust.
Those who have seen its wings have also witnessed death.
Behind the dark dragon.
It's a disaster.
And the ash that swallows everything is the shadow of the death of all things.
"run!"
he blurted out.
The young people didn't need his reminder at all. As soon as they saw this strange scene, most of them had already turned around and dispersed.
But before most people could take a few steps, they fell to their knees one after another. Even Chris himself felt a heavy weight in his mind the moment he turned around. It was as if the whole world was turned upside down, and a pair of golden pupils were watching everyone from high in the sky.
The huge pressure made him kneel down.
And before losing consciousness, the last scene Chris saw:
The dark clouds were parting, and a huge vortex was appearing above the clouds.
It seemed like a passage connecting two worlds, and something huge was emerging from that passage at this moment...
…
Above the Crown Square, the icon of Marlan was completely shrouded in shadow.
On the steps of the Silver Tower (hall), among the people wearing pitch-black robes who looked up, the leader's eyes were flashing with blazing flames - and that was not some kind of description, but a real, leaping thing. A sea of purple fire.
The firelight reflected its face, but it was just an outline outlined by a shadow, where light and darkness intertwined, as if reaching into a dark abyss.
"The Lord has come."
The leaping flames and shadows raised their hands, as if guiding something to come to this world.
The voice was full of hoarseness, but could not suppress its high pitch:
"We're back too."
In the purple flame.
With a trace of pity, he was looking down at the entire city.
The gloom of death is flowing down the city of Elpahim.
Block by block, it turned this bright city into a dull place. Wherever it passed, there were still two warring parties, but it turned into silence in an instant. It is as if time has stopped and this city of craftsmen has been moved into a fragment of another time and space.
The dozen or so guilds below that were continuously attacking El Paxin seemed to realize that something was wrong and were retreating from some blocks. Seen from above, those people looked like ants fleeing in panic.
A bunch of wretches.
There was a hint of scorn in the dancing flames and shadows.
The opponent may also think that they are only one step away from victory.
sad.
Many generations passed, and the elves of Numelin left this world to the people of their choice - but unfortunately, they still miscalculated. Short-lived species cannot hold great responsibilities, just as they have predicted in every generation.
This remaining, broken world will no longer be a prison.
"fair enough."
A thought flashed through the hearts of the dancing flames and shadows.
Countless time has passed, and they have long forgotten the scenery of their hometown, and only the anger of revenge remains in their hearts.
So, let’s start by burning everything in this world.
This is hateful.
The world after the Stargate——
…
