Pillars of Ita

Chapter 1246: Ripples on the Sea of ​​Light IV

It was like a stone thrown into the water, causing ripples in the sea of ​​light.

Serinya's silver hair moved in the air without wind, and a relieved smile suddenly appeared on her cracked face. The girl's spirit bowed slightly and saluted to Fang He, as if saying goodbye to the past.

The days when she, Meryl, Eloya and Fanny walked together on the cobblestone road of Silverwind Harbor, and together they extended a helping hand to those affected by the disaster. That memory was like a string of silver bells, falling into the darkness, gradually becoming blurred and fading away.

The youngest spirit screamed like a nightingale. Her body suddenly turned into a meteor, the body of which was the branch of the disaster tree, and crashed into the northern sky - that was the root of the holy tree. Under the roots, the insect king Karsak was bound by the wings of revenge that had spread from seven thousand years ago to the present. It roared angrily and waved its limbs in vain, but it could not cut off the flowing shadow.

One of the seven pyramids is emitting infinite light.

Countless insects from the abyss fell from the roots of the sacred tree, spread their wings, and flew towards the glowing pyramid in the darkness.

Xochitel, holding the phantom of the Tonamiki Staff, the Death of Many Suns, watched the scene silently. The shadow of the snake man prophet was imprinted on the ground, like a flowing dark river.

The dark river reflects a long-gone world. It sees that world and the young man who inherited its mantle.

At that moment, a hint of sneer of satisfaction was reflected on the face of the cold-blooded snake man. The young man was also holding the Holy Staff of the Death of Many Suns, binding their enemies.

"Zlaur'iir zhaan-kthul n'au-essath." (The passing of time reflects the shadow of destiny)

"If you promise with your life, and betray with your life, you must repay with your life."

That revenge lasted for ten thousand years.

Each shadow bound every limb of the King of Insects, trapping it in the quagmire. The more it struggled, the deeper it sank into the bottomless abyss.

Karsak raised his head, his face was shattered, his mouth slightly opened, and the shadow of the young man was reflected in his twelve pairs of compound eyes.

And from behind those heavy shadows, it finally saw its true opponent——

It is the Lord of the Rod, the Master of the Fall of Suns, the Owner of the Throne of Destiny (Destruction). The kingdom once illuminated by the light of that throne was the people of the sun, but later fell into darkness...

It was the rebuilder of the dynasty, the monarch of the December Empire - Xochitl Tonamaki.

Emperor of Destiny.

The snake man's prophet stretched out his index finger, and a shadow flowed out from under his fingertips. It originated from one world and connected many worlds.

The insects in the sky could not get close to the scorching light. The holy fire burned the descendants of Karsak in reality into ashes, which turned into a heavy rain and fell down.

The throne of destiny (destruction) is reuniting in the star map.

In the white woods, Dragon Queen Alessa was looking up at the western sky. The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated the night sky, presenting a deep blue.

Twelve stars descended in the sky, and astrologers in many places observed this shocking scene.

The torrent of grey matter was surging towards her, but it dared not come near her, just like water parting over a reef and flowing around her.

In the world of Guanghai, gray branches are sweeping towards the insect king Karsak. They were born as minions of darkness, but now they have turned into flames of revenge.

It seemed as if fate had played a wonderful joke. The vows that the girls had made under the sacred tree in the past were now becoming reality in another way.

But Karsak didn't think the joke was funny at all, as if the invisible woman who controlled his fate was still mocking him.

Her body was shattered, and the divine fire was also broken into pieces, becoming part of her own nutrients. But the girl set a trap in the future, and the thread of fate entangled it step by step into it.

Like a cruel joke.

The Insect King screamed angrily, but still could not break free from the shadow. He could only allow the gray thorns to entangle his body, as if they were born as part of the sacred tree.

However, its offspring finally launched an attack on Fang He and his group. A sea of ​​insects swept over, and the human-shaped strange insects were the first to be hit.

But Fang He watched this scene silently. The emerald gem in his hand made a clear sound, and thousands of cracks suddenly filled the space behind him.

He stretched out his right hand and watched the starlight form his own blood, branches, flesh and skin, and then gathered into soft cloth and metal rivets, which were wrapped around his hand layer by layer, put on circles of rings, and finally formed into a magic glove.

He spread out his five fingers, and the cracked space exploded behind him. Lancers were knocking through layers of debris from there, spreading their green feathers of light and flying forward.

The light formed their trunks, outlining the frame, embedding the crystals within, drawing every gear, every screw, and finally coming together to form the outer shell, lighting up the video crystal and emitting a scarlet light.

They held spears and slammed into the insect swarm like raindrops. Every mecha and every spear pierced more than one strange insect.

Fang He put his five fingers together, looked at the falling insects through the gaps between his fingers, and a command was triggered from his magic furnace.

A stream of blue light overflowed from the Lancer's core crystal, winding through delicate components, and finally merging into a gray gem.

The fourteen layers of copper rings bound to the gem began to rotate relative to each other, and finally each stopped at a certain point, like some kind of ancient countdown device.

As they were moved back to the starting point one by one, the gem made a slight clicking sound, countless cracks appeared on its surface, and fierce light surged out from it.

The stream of light swallowed up everything in an instant.

It was as if a thousand suns rose at the same time above the battlefield. The dazzling light even made Sylvie close her eyes.

The solar storm raged in space, tearing the insects apart in the storm, with fragments of their limbs falling like raindrops.

But everything was not over. After a thousand lancers disappeared, dense spots of light appeared behind Fang He again.

This is the world of ether, the world of information, the world of starlight. The laws of the material world no longer apply here, but the power of will has been strengthened a thousandfold.

Miss Tata once defeated the blind god Deka in this world.

Now, Fang He has finally mastered the same essence.

That is the law of creation.

Karsak was obviously aware of the problem - it was a newborn evil god, but its master, the Soul Eater Amatos, had fought against Quvenlar in the Dark War.

They are all too familiar with the elves' methods.

The Insect King let out a low roar again.

A strange insect stood out from the swarm of insects. It was extremely fast, like a silver thread shuttling through the swarm of insects. In just a few breaths, it approached Fang He and his group.

But before it could change direction, a white light crossed with it, and the pure white knight holding a sharp blade cut it in two.

The White Knight turned around, and a ball of fire was reflected in his emerald pupils. The flame rose higher and higher, spreading from all parts of the Dragon Knight to form a cloak of fire.

The strange insect seemed to be moving forward by inertia, but its upper and lower bodies had separated in the process and flew far away.

The slender girl with flaming long hair was sitting on the mecha's shoulder with her legs draped over her shoulders. She shook her tail and looked at the scene with a smug look on her face.

The girl's actions obviously angered Karsak, and more strange insects flew in this direction.

Fang He was about to call Nini back. Although she changed into the fighting form he had seen before after she got on the White Knight, it was a little strange to him.

But now was obviously not the time to dwell on this. But before he could open his mouth, a hand grabbed him from behind and dragged him backwards.

The wolf girl grabbed Fang He's collar with one hand, took a step forward, and gently waved her right hand - a bottomless dimensional rift appeared in front of everyone.

The opening crack was like a dark star appearing in the sky. It descended on the battlefield and split the entire battlefield into two.

The swarm of insects had no time to react and crashed into it, disappearing without a trace.

"Don't get hung up on it."

Mia looked at the direction of the roots of the holy tree and spoke. She could feel that the divine fire was not far away. Not long ago, when the gray disaster became violent, that aura began to become clear.

Fang He also vaguely sensed that aura. He nodded. With Karsak entangled, now was indeed the best opportunity. Their purpose was to find the divine fire, not to tangle with this monster.

And now that Mia has stopped the other party's offspring, it is their chance to escape.

"He's up there," the wolf girl said seriously, unusually. "I'll stay here, and you go to that place." Fang He did not refute. Now was not the time to waste time talking about these things.

He looked in the direction where the roots of the holy tree hung down. It seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist. This was just the projection of the giant tree Terraka in the sea of ​​light, and the mist was actually the fate shrouding the branches of the white tree.

That was Elaine's last work.

The maze of fate.

Mia's eyes fell on him and Sylvie, she nodded slightly to them, and then pushed them hard.

Although that direction was clearly above the three of them, Fang He felt that he and Sylvie were falling, and they were getting farther and farther away from the direction where the wolf girl was.

Miya gave them one last look before turning away.

The dimensional rift is closing.

But the swarm of insects that covered the sky and the sun was nothing to her.

Until Fang He felt himself falling into a fog, the light around him quickly dimmed, and then a pair of hands gently supported him and Sylvie.

Those were a pair of slender arms belonging to a young girl, but countless fragments were falling off from her fingertips like collapsing sand.

Fang He turned around and saw the shattered face of the elf girl, who was smiling gently at them: "Mr. Ed, I will take you to that place."

They are already the souls of the sacred tree.

Branches of the sacred tree.

At this moment, only they can lead people through the fog left by fate and find the future that is obscured on a certain branch.

That is the death of apoptosis, the place where the dead fire falls. The owner of the divine flame has long passed away, leaving only the flames burning quietly there.

But Fang He felt that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the darkness, and his consciousness was becoming weaker and weaker, as if he was trapped in a peaceful dream.

Linseya's presence is becoming increasingly weak, and the body and concepts that make up her seem to be gradually falling apart, like a candle in the wind.

When the feathers were scattered and the fragments disappeared like quicksand, only the elf girl's last thoughts and a wisp of soul remained:

"Mr. Ed, please find a way forward for us."

"Clear our wrongs."

"It's our long-cherished wish."

The sound in the wind is like drifting sand.

Fang He also woke up from a long dream. He looked around and immediately felt that he was in a garden.

An elf courtyard - only elves would use such a delicate and exquisite style, with hollow white columns and their favorite purple star flowers.

The curved vines were like a verdant dream, and violet buds hung from the thin branches, forming a sky full of stars. When Fang He saw the statue deep in the courtyard, he realized that this was the Holy Hall of the Former King.

Many, many years ago, in the Holy Hall of the Former King, Alsana told them that there used to be a fountain there, but it was destroyed in a disaster, and the elves rebuilt the place, and it became what it is today.

Fang He was looking at the quaint fountain. The gray stone platform was covered with moss. The spring water was gurgling out, and the leaves of the water lilies reflected a purple-red luster in the afternoon sun.

In an incident two hundred years ago, this fountain became history in the memory of the Saint Whites. Then he heard a low conversation coming from the direction of the garden, like two people whispering.

A rustling sound came from behind him. Fang He turned around and looked in that direction. He saw the ship's officer's daughter parting the leaves and walking out from behind a clump of golden chestnut trees. She looked at him with some surprise.

Sylvie was wearing elven clothes. The sunlight fell on her chest, a dazzling white. There hung a silver ornament in the shape of a moon.

Her long golden hair fell down like a waterfall, with pointed elf ears showing beside her temples. Even in the form of an elf, the daughter of a noble family looked incredibly beautiful.

The moment they saw each other, they both immediately understood the current situation——

The Great Saint told them that the root cause of the Gray Plague came from a mistake two hundred years ago, which forced Lady Apoptosis to sacrifice herself.

Even if they find the sacred fire, they still have to solve all of this, otherwise it will still be an irreparable disaster for the sacred tree Terraka.

The goddess of fate, Elaine, exhausted her power at that moment in the past to weave the timeline of the present and the future, and wove this fate into it.

And what they are seeing at this moment must be exactly what happened in the past.

Because their fate has been obscured, they must understand what happened here in order to find a solution to all problems.

“But can we really do it?”

Miss Nightingale asked.

The Great Saint’s answer was simple: “He is the one chosen by the saints.”

But regardless of whether they were chosen or not, they had to make this trip for Miss Atila. Now that they were here, they had no choice but to keep going.

Fang He and Sylvie looked at each other, then walked towards the direction of the garden where the voice came from. After walking for a while, they finally heard the voice clearly:

"You have to have his trust, and if that plan goes through, we want to make sure it's our guy that's chosen."

"I understand, Mr. Speaker."

The answer came from a woman's voice, which sounded a little gentle.

What Fang He didn't expect was that just after hearing this sentence, he saw a pale elf man walking out of the courtyard and bumping into him and Sylvie.

He was startled and was about to find an excuse to explain his identity, or immediately grab Sylvie and run away. But he didn't expect that the elf man didn't seem surprised to see them. He just stared at Sylvie for a moment, then walked past them and walked out of the courtyard.

Fang He was confused when he saw an elf girl walking out of the courtyard. The moment he saw the girl's sad face, he recognized her identity:

Queldra Greenhill Stars.

She should be considered Miss Attila's aunt, but the blood relationship is not that close. She comes from a branch of the Greenhill family that belongs to Silver Wind Port.

She was one of the three dragon riders in the Elven Court of that era, but since the disaster two hundred years ago, there are only two dragon riders left in the Elven Noble Council.

And it was Quel'Dora who died in this disaster. In a sense, she was also the master of the great saint, Miss Tata's mother.

Fang He didn't expect that he would meet the other party like this, and he didn't expect that this dragon knight lady was so young. She looked about the same age as Princess Alsana, and even looked a little childish.

There are even some similarities between the two of them, both of them have the temperament of an idealist, but the elf princess is obviously much more determined.

The lady in front of me seemed to be in distress.

It was really hard for Fang He to imagine that this girl who seemed to be in a dilemma would actually be one of the three people who presided over this plan in history.

However, before he and Sylvie could speak, Quildra saw them and walked up to them and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Speaker is usually in a good temper. He is just... a little anxious..."

Fang Yu was startled, and then he realized who the elf man who left earlier was. He was the deputy speaker of the Linoril Council - the former deputy speaker, the mountain lord of Sanshak, and the father of the disaster investigation minister.

His expression became a little strange - Quel'drala Greenhill Allstar, the elven dragon knight actually had private connections with the Council of Linoril.

The High Saint and Princess Melfina never told him this.

However, Quel'Dra didn't seem to intend to hide it from them. Instead, she looked at Sylvie beside her and said, "...Although the parliament has its own purpose, Isil, you are the most suitable candidate to be the tree keeper. You don't have to worry about anything, just have a clear conscience. After all, this is a good ending for everyone..."

"As for the rest," she paused and hesitated, "I will help you take care of it."

The girl showed a gentle expression and looked at the two of them: "By the way, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll tell them to prepare something for you, including your favorite honeydew wine and fruits from the Morning Breeze Land."

Fang He was slightly startled, but did not show it in his expression. Who was Isil? What roles did he and Sylvie play in this dream?

……