Othua's War Banner

Chapter 513: 0511: The Final Judgment

The giant dragon was sealed in the ice, and a black outline was outlined in the towering ice.

It died the moment the ice fell from the sky. To be precise, when Sarah couldn't resist the solidification, couldn't resist the oncoming cold, and thus merged with the ice, she thought that this body had become the body of the ice. part.

And ice is pale, absolute, the grace of the mighty power of the gods, and...

dead.

Those who defeated the dragon surrounded the iceberg.

The surroundings were shrouded in white mist and dark clouds, but the dragon was still able to look at the humans outside through the confusion.

Its coffin was icy cold, and the corpse turned into ice foam under the manipulation and drifted away with the wind, but these eyes were so real, like hooks thrown out of eternal silence, hanging on the necks of everyone present, strangling their breath .

"What is it? This look, I don't understand, the ice is disappearing!"

Hawser clenched his armored fingers.

The iceberg was being destroyed and dissolved according to his wishes, but he didn't respond.

The chill in the wind is so strange, and the melted smoke is pure black, without light, unreachable, and deadly.

"I saw it, He... mortals, look what you have done?"

A hateful voice appeared again.

Gema.

The death that the Qi Bing apostles believe in is an old god in the wasteland who controls the annihilation and order of living beings.

But the death continues to extend, but it is a proposition for the entire continent of Osuya. What kind of existence is there at the end of the death of the body and the death of the soul?
Whether it is the southern border countries or Palotusbi, each has its own name.

Gema and the source of hunting are highly integrated, and after the carrying container Sarah Eilish dissipates, who exactly did he see, He, is...

Ken and everyone present at the scene all remembered the taboo names that appeared in the old divine calendar, the absolute forbidden words, things that could overthrow the northern border.

"Erod Hull, that's his name."

Gema's voice was evil and joking, followed by a strange noise of zigzag, followed by wild laughter. "I don't understand how you guys managed to defeat the dragon, but there is no doubt that it was destined to be a journey of torture from the beginning, and I am glad you let me meet the higher creation!"

The top of the iceberg has completely disintegrated, and the black mist is covered like a wave.

Flowing along the high slopes and ice walls, it threatened to send everyone present to the abyss of death.

A terrible silence filled the minds of the Warringers.

Ken was the closest, watching death raised his hand towards him and swung it down heavily. All living things have a destined end. Facing the ending that no one can escape, the resistance seemed pale and powerless.

He had brushed shoulders with death countless times, and with the tearing pain in his mind, he took steps forward.

"Whoo~"

Ken stepped on a solid brick.

He was breathing heavily, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.

The bricks and tiles under Ken's feet have been baptized for countless years, and they are still cold and intact, leaving only a thin white mist rising.

Under the cold, hard-to-catch light source, the stone shows pale turns, but it is actually pitch-black, with slight wear and tear on the edges, and the indiscernible traces are the scars left by loneliness.

Cold currents surged around the sky, and the scene that was originally completely silent seemed a little chaotic at this time, with muffled thunder and flashes happening all around.

Ken could not hear the thunder that pierced the sky, nor the freezing rain that wet the fields.

【Great things happen all the time. Mortals are the creations of miracles, but they can't see the magnificence of life at all. 】

There was white smoke everywhere, and the text of the note flickered and then disappeared.

Ken is trapped in a borderline state between reality and the depths of the soul.

But he didn't feel flustered at all, and even had a sense of gratitude and security, after all, only the old gods could forcibly summon him here.

"Mother Dong, Qi Wen, I came looking for you."

Ken responded to the call according to the previous process, and established a connection in the eternal solitude. Afterwards, all the effects of the notes disappeared, and the trembling words translated the revelation of the old gods.

[Wanderer, the disaster I foresee is happening, and the string of fate has been plucked by you. 】

"Are you sure these have something to do with me? The destruction of the Red Maple Highlands, the death of Sidi, the ancient dragon that came out of the ground, and the source of death that is now preparing to destroy the wasteland... are all my responsibility?"

Ken stared at the magnificent ice sculpture beyond the invisible sky.

【Angry, hatred, firmness, the speed at which you grow is the most surprising thing to me in thousands of years. 】

Qiwen was obviously not affected by Ken's roar, and the death and rebirth of life would gradually lose their meaning after a long enough time.

The ruthlessness of the gods is largely due to the change of perspective and the change of concept.

【Do you blame yourself for this?As in Ambera Iceport, the reality of death paralyzes your senses. 】

Qi Wen's words are erratic and illusory, like raving after falling into a dream, or like the voice that emerges in the deepest part of the heart when facing the existence that shocks the soul.

Ken stood calmly on the stone bricks, the surrounding white waves swept over his hair, brushed over his shoulders, and flowed over his naturally hanging fingertips.

When he was first summoned by the old gods, he looked like a pagan who contradicted his beliefs, full of blind self-confidence and careful temptation, and his hostility was like a dagger hidden in his clothes...

Sharp but not exposed.

Ken was summoned later because he felt confused. The lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people were provoked by himself, and the responsibility for promoting the historical process fell on the shoulders of mortal bodies.

He became a sharp broken sword, with an empty handle, no direction, no courage.

【You stand in front of me again, child, is death and loss hard for you to accept? 】

"of course."

Ken raised his head to answer the iceberg.

Qi Wen didn't respond for a long time, because his face was neither tired nor cynical, only calm, but not the kind of decadence that loses resilience after being destroyed, but calm and solid, something deeper.

[What is the solution. 】

"Everyone's appearance has its own meaning."

Ken tried to continue walking forward, the high wall that once trapped him still lay in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and stroked it calmly. The air had no sense of touch, and when he touched it, it was no different from a natural drop.

"I cherish the influence of her appearance on me. From the moment I woke up in the wasteland, I was alone, and every decision I made, every step I took, was derived from those floating in my life. A soul that rises and sinks."

[I choose you, it is true. 】

"But your choice is over, Qi Wen, ah, Mother Winter, death has come."

Ken raised his head, trying to gaze at the miracle for the last time, but the mist blocked the face of God.

【You have passed my trial, now it is up to you to choose. 】

Ken felt that the surrounding air was flowing rapidly, the chill was quickly taken away, a strong sense of dazzling rushed to his consciousness, and the invisible wall lost its support in his hands.

He falls into nothingness.

Ken knew that the time for the meeting was coming to an end.

Knowing that Mother Winter's will is being expelled from the cage of eternal loneliness, he said with emotion: "Death, the old gods haven't won, have they?"

【The gods are dead, and the northern border is going to perish. I have seen the sad faces of Shujisi and Xienbio. 】

Before falling back to reality, Ken saw the swaying ancient text, paused for a moment, suspected of some kind of human-like emotion.

[Only I have never been afraid of death. 】

Ken paused slightly, until the contact was completely cut off, and then he smiled suddenly.

He is the battle banner chosen by Dongmu, the god Qi, the orphan of Qiwen, and... the same stubborn and outstanding soul.

……

Ken's consciousness returned to reality.

Frengundur turned into a raging beast alternately black and red, and the ground melted by the heat wave was being eroded by the wave of death. Huoser summoned the ice peak that slaughtered the ancient behemoth, and it had already melted into water.

Black waves filled the air, over hillsides and plains.

Bi and Ang were protected by spirits and withdrew from the battlefield, running desperately, only thinking about bringing news of death to their respective people.

Run as far as possible.

All the human beings in the wilderness who were fighting fiercely felt the fear welling up in their hearts, as well as the call of the end of travel, the end of creatures, and the reality of annihilation, which made countless souls present have a subtle resonance.

They looked back at the sky in a daze. The darkness on the horizon was so far away and so irresistible.

Hawser, Frengundo, Biheang, and the battle flags who had just rushed over were all intently staring at the black spots on the plain.

That's where Ken was. The wolf's footsteps were bitten, and the surge quietly passed through everything. This was the earliest life on the wasteland that was swallowed up, as if it was a harbinger of some kind of doomsday.

Red Maple Heights is finished, and Palotusbi is about to usher in the most difficult winter.

The black tentacles are still flowing in the wilderness. As expected, it will eat up the most powerful battle banners in the northern border, and then form a double sandwich with the hunter, drowning the most powerful one in Palotus. Criticize the strong, as well as the subjects under their rule.

The unsupported north will become an empty shell in a very short time, and despair will extend outward along every ancient road.

The place where the snowflakes fall will not stop crying until there are no living souls left on the land.

Huoser and Frengundor waited quietly. The long sword made of frost and the heavy knife named Beast Blood were all tightly held by the battle banners, and the magic on the surface of the weapons was still running.

What is more terrible than failure is the wavering of victory.

The terrible silence seemed so fitting in the face of the fog of death.

……

Suddenly, the black wave stopped in place.

The black mist abruptly stopped the movement of continuing to diffuse outwards. No one expected that the situation was happening. The terrible threat was so close to his neck, but he suddenly stopped the butcher knife?

The Zhan Jingmen came to their senses in astonishment, retreated one after another, and observed the situation at the same time.

After repeated confirmations, Erode Hull's power is being restrained!Who can foresee the current situation, this is something that has tortured Palotusbi for countless years!
Even the old gods can only seal this kind of thing, so who can stop it?

Is there anything at the same level in the wasteland at this time?
When the Warringers were confused, something called hope that shouldn't exist ignited in their hearts!

There was a shock and a vortex in the majestic black mist, and besides Gema's vicious eyes, another completely different center appeared!
……

In the ruins where the Uncoverer organization has completely withdrawn, Wei and other members are still watching the battle situation before passing through the omniscient summoning circle.

She worried about the lives of countless people present.

Selena's life and death are uncertain, and she stayed to resist Roxani alone. The battle between the banners and the dragon was full of twists and turns, and it was not judged as the final doomsday until the appearance of the source of death.

Wei's heart ached, and she began to pray for the dying person.

Their teleportation array was located at the top of the mountain, overlooking the overall situation, so she could clearly see Ken being swallowed, and then, there was a fluctuation in that place, and something was still eye-catching in the wave of death.

Wei stood there in disbelief, and didn't look away until the magic circle flickered.

There was a question in her mind that Selena hadn't answered, and it was also a stupid thing that was mentioned casually.

Erode Hull symbolizes death, and what is banned is its ability to be visualized. Since this can be outlined, all things in the world follow a great balance...

What is the opposite of death?
Does it exist physically, and where is it hidden?

Wei has never felt that she is so close to the answer to a miracle, and the answer is so vivid.

The reappearing vortex in the center of death has formed a violent wind, and the power to annihilate the world is experiencing unimaginable shocks, and the confrontation visible to the naked eye is intensifying!
The vortex gradually formed a storm, and the black thunder condensed by the souls struck the pitch-black ground.

The Fei wolf was gradually exposed in the center of the vortex. It shrank its neck in horror, raised its head, bared its teeth, and stretched its sharp claws tensely to grab the ground next to it.

Ken knelt on one knee on the lifeless scorched earth, supporting his nearly swallowed body in the morning and evening.

The armor on his body was rotten, and it was about to fall off at any time, and the exposed flesh was covered with terrible corrosion-like scars. It was hard to imagine what kind of things were peeling off his flesh and blood.

Ken's other arm was raised high, with green streamers condensing on it, like holding a torch in the endless night.

This green power is continuously produced, like a retrograde ocean current, or an existence that is contrary to the death storm, washing away the terrible silence and bringing diametrically opposite vitality...

Only then did Ken understand:
Along with the remark, what is the thing sent to him by the old gods.

Why can it accumulate different sizes in the confrontation of living beings, and why can it repair the physical wounds, nourish the deficient magic nerves, let the human beings who are in the bottleneck break through, and purify the severely eroded hunting and falling infected body? ...

[The experience value is just your understanding of it. 】

"yes……"

Ken propped up his body, his long hair fluttering, his haggard face, but his eyes were extremely determined.

He gritted his teeth, squeezed out the huge fluorescent sea accumulated in his body along the way, roared, and stood up against the black storm.

　Reload after 15 minutes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)