quicksilver blood

Chapter 545 The Lord
In the end, the father of Zhiyang rested in peace.

Roland watched helplessly as his giant, which seemed to be higher than the sky, turned into dust and fell like an avalanche with a silent but mighty momentum.

——The lord of the old age, the king of the fire element has fallen.

After realizing this, an unexpected and incomprehensible grief suddenly surged in Roland's heart.

It's like the feeling of emptiness when a lofty mountain suddenly collapses, or a thousand-year-old dam is finally washed away.

All things are empty, all things are dead.

Roland once again understood the meaning of this sentence.

Not just life—the world itself is so fragile that the day of decay seems to be at hand.When the last days come, when the angel's trumpet blows, everything tied to the old days will be instantly shattered.

The silver-gray flames in Roland's eyes gradually subsided and returned to his eyes again.

Seeing the mighty power of the Eternal Sleeping Mentor, his hoarded grace, like a calm sea, began to fluctuate again.

Bathed in the ashes of the Great One's remains, Roland's eyes gradually ignited with an ashes-like color.

Flame once regarded Roland as the craziest and closest friend. At this moment, when their king fell, the voices of those flames who were killed by the long-sleeping mentor whispered in Roland's ears, and they spoke to Roland like the most nagging old man. Thinking of the greatness of the father of Sunburn in the past.

Suddenly, Roland's pupils shrank.As lifeless flames like ashes ignited in his eyes, the phantoms of the past were revealed before Roland's eyes.

A giant with six spiral wings behind him and a body made of pure flames covered by golden-red armor crouched on the ground, and opposite him was a black silhouette whose face could not be seen clearly at all.At that time, the Fire Elemental Plane was quietly burning with flames, and there was nothing special about it.

A gentle and warm voice sounded from the mouth of the giant: "You are right, Naraku."

"I also see evil under the sun: where justice is symbolized, there is evil, and where justice is practiced, there is evil. I also know that you also want to tell us lords that although we are born extraordinary, we are no different from all living beings. As all living beings die, we die as well...Everyone comes from the Father God Aum, and will eventually turn into dust and feed back to Farnes, so that this endless cycle will continue forever."

"They're cocky while they're alive, and they're all dead in the end... They're always going to die, and their lives are meaningless, but they don't know it."

The giant's voice was calm and mournful: "Those who are still alive have more or less hope. After all, even a living lamb is stronger than a dead lion. Although the living know that they must die, the dead still have hope." Nothing is known anymore. Their names are unremembered, their love, their hatred, their envy, their mourning, have vanished into nothingness. Everything that has been done under this sun is no longer their share."

"—Naru, my friend. With all due respect, in my opinion, what you have done is such a cruel thing. Why don't you let them live forever, so maybe the world will be much cleaner."

"You needn't mourn or be lost, Nogals."

An emotionless, indifferent voice with repeated echoes sounded in the air, interrupting the giant's words: "Let me tell you a story... the story that Father God Orm told me."

"That was at dusk when all the civilizations in this world hadn't swallowed them all. There were some relatively backward civilizations whose parent star resources had run out, but they hadn't developed the technology for real interstellar immigration... So, they We have to put the best people in their only backward spaceship and let them drift with the current, hoping to find a guide or inspector before the energy runs out."

"Among them, the most painful group of people is the so-called 'relay generation'. They have left their home planet when they were born, and they don't know the color of the sun. Can't recite poetry... And the most desperate thing is that the vast majority of them will never arrive in this life. They were born in the void and died in the void. Their lives were wasted in the void, the only My mission is to pass on the glory of the past, to let future generations remember history, to remember that period of history that will never be forgotten—"

Naraku said in an indifferent but powerful voice: "I know that the life of most people in this world is meaningless and will be wiped out in the void; I also know that the meaning of most of them living is to suffer. But the meaning of life The significance is that future generations can always suffer less for the crimes they have suffered.”

"Don't think about eternal life anymore, my friend. You can live in the present moment with peace of mind," Naraku's flat and emotionless voice sounded in Roland's ear, "Father God Aum said that everything is There's no set number. Just put your heart into it—"

In the middle of Naraku's last sentence, the illusion came to an abrupt end.Like a thunderbolt, Roland was pulled out of the illusion.

His eyes were blank at first, and then a new image gradually appeared like a TV with a bad signal.

I saw that there seemed to be something in the teacher's right hand.She stood in front of Roland, with the slowly closing coffin lid behind her, and on the ground, there was not a single bit of ashes left after the death of the Balrog.

Roland immediately understood.Why did his phantom end suddenly, and why did the Sleeping Mentor ask Roland to summon the coffin.

She needs to take the remains of her old friend.

"Roland, the abyss must not be left unattended."

The mentor's voice sounded in Roland's ear, recalling Roland's thoughts: "Although this place has been frozen by Netherland, now that the Balrog is dead, it needs a new watchman so that it will not be killed by Higgs." Silent pollution."

The corner of Roland's mouth raised slightly.

He already understood what mentor meant.Rather, the saint never hides what he is thinking, it is only limited by his cognition and vision, and he may not be able to guess it.

It seems that the "immortality" that I told my mentor at the time still made my mentor very worried... Yes, her old friend was polluted by the dusk because of her desire for immortality, and finally the mentor had to personally understand it.The Sleeping Mentor was naturally worried that Roland would go the same way as Nogals.

It's just that what the instructor didn't understand was that the immortality Roland told her was not the immortality she thought...

With no shame in his heart, Roland nodded in response.Before Roland could swear, the instructor directly pressed the lines on Roland's forehead with the lines on the palm of his right hand.

The golden lines from the Covenanter started from the mentor's right hand and were branded on Roland's forehead.The dark red lines gradually washed away into silver gray, burning into Roland's skin and carving into his bones.

However, Roland is still not a lord.Because after all, he has not stepped into the highest tower, and the miracles he performed are all based on the authority of Kabbalah triggered by faith.

However, the Sleeping Mentor never doubted that Roland would become the greatest lord.

Not because of the prophecy of the latter, but because of her own judgment.

"I'm looking forward to the day you become the lord of King's Landing Farnes, Roland."

The mentor murmured, and his figure gradually faded into the void.Roland's expression became peaceful.

"I will not let you down. My mentor."

Roland murmured, and the surrounding space flowed faintly.

(End of this chapter)