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The enemy we have to face may be the most ferocious and most terrifying opponent of this era. It exists far from conquering, not for rule and for profit: the destruction brought by Twilight is pure, and it will make Vaunde’s eternal return to chaos, as it is claimed by the believers of the world. ―The Last Judgment, with Judgment Day.

— Silver Scholar, Judd J. Robin Riel

And this is Twilight. In this era, in the face of heavy reality, everyone is stunned. This is the opponent that people have faced together since the six eras. However, even the gods have failed again and again. How can the mortal people born in Black Iron raise their hands in front of it?

Everyone looks dignified. Even Brando tightened his facial lines, silently licking his mouth, and his lips closed into a straight line.

“Dragon of Twilight has mastered the bloodline of the ancestors, and its goal is the ultimate secret of our world –”

“Do we still have time?”

Gerak’s lips were cracked, but his face looked a little light.

“That’s just right!” Instead, Fang Qi is a little bit excited. The genius of this ghost carlineage seems to be in a state of ecstasy. Fanaticism squats back and forth: “day after day, I have been tired of repeating the days. To be honest, I’m tired of the calculations between the family and Feng Huo, and they’ve been tired of it.”

Fang Qi waved his hand: “…and that’s what I want. About the mystery of jade and everything behind it, Miss Delphine, remember what I said to you?”

In his dark scorpion, he apparently beat a flame – looking at everyone, then looking at Brando: “If you can’t participate in it, it will be the biggest regret of our life, Brando, I believe in you, take us to create How is the miracle-“

Brando ignored the guy who was so mad, and only asked Gerak: “I want to hear your opinion.”

Jelac also set his sights on Brando.

“Going forward, or dying, but this is the only chance. We have some reasons to do it. On the blue waters of Anglia, the sunrise we see, and the sun in the sun. Everything underneath, and the sunrise we see today. It may be our last glimpse. The sunset is over, Vaunde is coming all night.”

“But the endless darkness is not the night, and the long night is the wait before the day comes,” Brando replied.

“Maybe, but it depends on you and me.”

Jelac coughed fiercely. It will clench his fists and press it on his chest.

“Mr. Gerak, that secret, right here?”

“Yes, it is the goal of Arkent, Flova and ‘we’ -“

“So, what is the ultimate seat?”

Gerak shook his head weakly.

“Nobody knows what it is, Mr. Brando, I don’t know, Arkent doesn’t know, Dragon of Twilight doesn’t know.”

“It might just be a Laws. It’s a kind of authority, it might just be a generation. Maybe only Mother Marsha can understand what it is… Master, no, Dragon of Twilight has spent countless hours before coming here, that secret. It was placed under the ruins of the past order, in the flow of old time…”

Brando was silent for a moment: “How strong is Arkent now?”

Jelac looked at him with a yellow-eyed scorpion, and there was no anxiety in his gaze, only the chill of steel.

Brando raises head. I already understood in my heart that he looked at the long corridor in the dark.

It is here, immersed in the silent darkness, as if it were a thousand years and a thousand years. It’s just a moment. It will lead to an unknown, speculative front, and the time after that may be long, perhaps short, but it is an eternal secret unknown.

At this moment, Brando suddenly recalled such a scene.

That wild white. Flame King said in his vows to humans, elf, dwarves, Silver Lineage and Colossal Dragons that his voice echoed in the wilderness, like a ghost of the ages, still standing in the spirit of the descendants:

We will take this step. After this step, it is the way to seek truth. It leads to victory or to death. We have no way of knowing, but we can make choices.

Go forward, or retreat?

Brando subconsciously looked at the Holy Sword Ordefeiss in his hand, the sorrowful sword edge flashed under the dark rays of light, and the rosy rays of light, every golden texture on the sword edge seemed to be flowing. .

Tell him the answer with a common voice.

Everyone’s gaze, this moment gathered on Brando, they saw this from Aouine’s young Count bowed, then again head.

He looked at the Dragon Race sitting by the wall: “Do you want to be tight?”

Gerak shook his head. “Mr. Brando,” he asked weakly: “I only have one last question. Can you tell me, how much do you think there is?”

“I don’t know,” Brando replied. “But I think there is still a chance.”

“still have a chance……”

Gerak smiled weakly: “Let me stay here, if I can still have a dream in the dark, maybe I can see Mystryl.”

“Jerac…” little dragoness clenched his paws.

“No, Aloz, go ahead, don’t waste Time.”

Little dragoness still wants to say anything more, but Brando holds her back and walks forward as she walks past Gerak. In the dark he felt Aloz instinctively struggled, but quickly turned his hand back and clasped his hand tightly.