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After looking around, Daxus's gaze slowly turned to Kadroin.

Today, Kadron does not wear the towering helmet, but instead wears a dreadlock hairstyle that is very similar to Asanok. This hairstyle, called dreadlocks, is not because it is unclean, but an ancient and solemn way of braiding hair, which symbolizes the continuation of order, will and meditation in Asur society.
But unlike Asanok's rough style, Kadroine's dreadlocks are more refined and ceremonial. Each braid is wrapped with golden rings of different positions and sizes. These golden rings reflect a little glow in the changing light and shadow, like stars embedded in obsidian.

Of course, the hair style was just an external embellishment. What really attracted the eye was the unignorable Asuryan emblem on his forehead. It was a mark of blessing from the gods themselves, a burning rune, like a mark left by heavenly fire in the depths of his soul. Below the emblem was a young and handsome face with deep contours and a calm temperament. The gloomy and solemn expression was like an unspoken statue, which had already deposited life and death and fate in the depths of its eyes.

Dacius knew that this face was not a natural one, but a result of years and contemplation. It was an expression honed by constant thinking and a sign of dedication to noble sacrifice.

Becoming a Phoenix Guardian means having to endure the entanglement and erosion of precognitive dreams all day long. Those dreams are not the light of hope, but the omen of failure and the whisper of the end. No matter how diligently you perform your duties and faithfully fulfill your mission, you will eventually reach the day when you already know that you are doomed to fail.

This is a fate that cannot be chosen, and one of the heaviest oaths in the history of the elves. At least, this has always been the case before Dakwus appeared.

Besides this, Dacus knew something else.

He knew that Kadroin was not what he is now when he was young.

At that time, he was an extremely arrogant noble lord, born in a noble family, handsome to the point of being frivolous, rich to the point of being envied, powerful and arrogant. He was like the most typical microcosm of the Asur aristocracy, tired of the world but addicted to it. He never avoided rumors, but instead fueled them and added fuel to the fire; he was never afraid of conspiracy and intrigue, but instead took pleasure in stirring up trouble. He waded into the quagmire of power and desire, not avoiding the filth, and even enjoying the pleasure of it.

In fact, his level of vulgarity would have been enough to get him exiled from his family, if the punishment itself had not been untraditional.

Tradition again...

However, as the saying goes, evil will be punished by evil. Fate will eventually adjust the overly arrogant trajectory in its own way.

Kadroin's life changed forever during his pilgrimage to the Temple of Asuryan.

Just as most women would travel to Eden Valley to complete their spiritual baptism, the pilgrimage to the Temple of Asuryan is a sacred ritual that every Asur noble must complete at least once in their lifetime.

Or tradition...

During that pilgrimage, Kadroin made the most arrogant and fateful decision of his life. Driven by curiosity, he secretly sneaked into one of the most mysterious areas of the temple: the Daylight Hall.

No one knew what he witnessed there, and no one dared to ask. When he returned, everyone was surprised to find that the holy emblem of Asuryan was branded on his forehead. It was a mark bestowed by the God of Creation himself - representing that he had become God's agent.

From that moment on, his life changed completely.

Regardless of why the Creator God chose him, a once cynical nobleman gave up all worldly wealth and privileges that day, took the oath of the Phoenix Guard, gave up language, sealed his voice, and never uttered a word again. He regarded language as a distraction and silence as a sacrifice to Asuryan.

After becoming a Phoenix Guardian, he spent every day in the Halls of Time. He meditated, studied, and pondered, reading the mysterious scrolls that recorded the past, present, and future. He stood on the temple wall like a night watchman, surveying the entire Ulthuan with his eyes that penetrated everything. His eyes were so sharp that they were said to be able to see through shadows thousands of miles away, and his hearing was so sharp that even the whispers of secrets on the wind could not escape his detection.

Of course, the outside world does not fully understand him. His mystery and silence have led to a lot of speculation and even slander. Some people have implied that he abused Asuryan's prophecy and tampered with the future in the name of God. This is a great disrespect to the God of Creation and a serious blasphemy to the oracle order.

But in fact, Dacus knew that these accusations were nothing more than the projection of mortals' fear and misunderstanding of God's will. Kadroin was only able to perceive things that ordinary people could not perceive. He never crossed the line and was unwilling to let meaningless gossip and disputes interfere with truly important matters.

Year after year of meditation and practice, Kadroin's thoughts have become closer to Asuryan's will. He is no longer just a guardian, but an echo of the gods in the world.

In the year 2384 of the Imperial Calendar, the former captain of the Phoenix Guard, Morael, voluntarily abdicated in accordance with the oracle of the God of Creation, and handed over the extremely heavy authority of the guard. From then on, he hid in the Hall of Time and no longer got involved in worldly affairs.

At any time, Khadroin only obeys the call of the gods, is not dispatched by the Phoenix King, and does not accept any worldly orders. His existence itself is a kind of holiness that transcends the mortal system. He is like an echo of the gods' will in the mortal world, and a shadow cast by Asuryan's will. His palms contain the power of destruction and salvation, and his forehead is engraved with the wisdom and foresight of the gods. He is the messenger of the gods, a silent symbol that makes the world respect him.

However, it seemed that with the appearance of Dacus, Morael's abdication was brought forward by some unspeakable force? At least at this moment, Dacus did not see Morael in this sacred hall.

The entire hall was empty and solemn, and silent. Apart from Kadroin's tall, monument-like figure, there were only a pair of twins wearing Asuryan priest robes standing quietly beside him. They were like candles in front of the statue, motionless, but with a strong presence.

Twins are an extremely rare phenomenon in the elves' society, and are endowed with many mysterious colors and omen meanings. In the long history of Asur, only 315 pairs of twins were born and recorded completely. Among them, only 25 pairs of twins were basically identical.

Dacus was certain that the pair of brothers standing quietly before him were one of the extremely rare twenty-five pairs.

If he remembered correctly, the brothers should be from the Kingdom of Safri. Their names were Valandil and Valanaar. They were both experienced Phoenix Guards. They had served the God of Creation in the temple before Kadroin became a Phoenix Guard. They were recognized as the Chosen by God 200 years ago - this was a great honor, but also a heavy mark of fate.

When the elves evacuated to Athel Loren, the brothers were the only survivors of their family, the rest of whom were slain when Tyrion destroyed Saffron.

From the moment they swore their oaths in the temple and became Phoenix Guardians, they knew their family was doomed. They did not escape, nor did they cry, but silently carried the burden and the souls of the entire family in their hearts.

This is the price of becoming a Phoenix Guardian.

No matter how steadfastly you fulfill your duties, no matter how faithfully you serve the gods, you will eventually know the way and the final moment of your failure.

This is fate and also a brand.

Daxus's mind was full of thoughts, but his face showed no emotion.

There is nothing much to say, and nothing to say.

He nodded to the three, Kadron and the brothers, and then walked to the side of the row of seats and chose an empty seat in the second row to sit down. He did not lean into the seat completely, but placed his hands horizontally on the back of the front seat and rested his chin lazily on his arms.

His posture is casual, but his eyes are sharp and he can see through things.

He only looked for less than half a minute before slowly raising his head and looking past the sacred fire to one side of the hall.

That's Ryan.

He was standing in the distance, looking around, as if he was looking for a suitable place to paint next, or as if searching for some more obscure sense of existence. He looked a little hesitant, and kept adjusting the tool bag and drawing tools in his hands.

Daxus raised his hand and waved it slightly at him, breaking the solidified atmosphere brought about by the holy oppression.

"Sir." Ryan walked over quickly, holding the painting supplies tightly in his hand.

"Sit." Daxus moved out of the way, making room for the man, then returned to his previous position.

"The interference here... is too strong." Ryan whispered, and his head shook slightly between words, as if trying to get rid of the vague feeling of oppression in his mind.

Dacus did not reply, but nodded. He knew what Ryan was saying. Those interferences were not external things, but interferences at the spiritual and soul level. In this temple burning with holy fire, every line of sight and every inch of air seemed to carry an indescribable weight.

After a few seconds, he asked calmly, "We are already here, there is no need to rush now. Do you remember Middenheim?"

"Remember!" After hearing the word Middenheim, Ryan's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded.

Daxus raised his chin slightly, indicating the direction of the holy fire, his expression calm but revealing a hint of deep meaning.

A hybrid of a castle and a cathedral, the Temple of Ulric in Middenheim was the old-world center of Ulric's worship, accommodating a thousand worshippers. The temple's roof was an architectural marvel, and the great vaulted chambers had excellent acoustics. Despite the temple's large area, a speaker standing at the high altar barely needed to raise his voice to be heard throughout the temple.

A six-meter-tall statue overlooks the far side of the temple, looming over worshippers like a thundercloud, blocking out much of the light coming in through the windows. On either side of the main sanctuary are two chapels dedicated to the Order of the Black Panther and the Order of the White Wolf.

These two members of the Knights guarded the holy fire day and night. However, this was no problem for Ryan and Genevieve, who were good at infiltration.

"A huge silver pillar of fire, in a constant state." After recalling for a moment, Ryan gave an affirmative answer.

Somewhat different from the Holy Fire in front of us, the Eternal Fire is a huge silver pillar of fire, burning brightly in front of the great altar.

The Eternal Fire can also enchant weapons. If the selected weapon is placed in the Eternal Fire for ten hours, it will be given a powerful temporary enchantment. Of course, this must be done during a relatively quiet period in the temple, and it is not allowed during celebrations or major events.

A weapon left in the flames becomes magical, but not permanently, though it may last longer if the wielder is on a mission considered important to Ulric.

At first, when the elves and dwarves occupied Elsing Arwen, the Eternal Flame was not discovered.

In IC -50, a wandering Teutonic tribe began to settle near the foot of Middenheim. Their chieftain was Artur, a visionary leader and fierce warrior, who announced his intention to build a fortress on the rock and asked the dwarves to help.

The Dwarves found it profitable to dig holes in the mountains of Middenheim, where they found gold and precious jewels. Within a few months, they had carved a path to the top of the mountain and erected a rock fortress at the summit.

This settlement came to be known as Middenheim and was considered a source of wonder by the pioneers.

Maybe the appointed time had arrived, or maybe the dwarfs' excavation had been activated and they had touched something by accident, causing a giant pillar of fire to spurt out from the gap in the rock. This was the eternal fire, the sacred fire of the White Wolf.

However, Daxus's point of view is that this is related to the big plan. When he was in Itaza, the old Skink Priest who was very kind to him told him about the outrageous actions of the Slann Priests, which directly led to the decline of the Dwarves and the rise of the Skaven.

Asanok's memories also correspond to Tal Litanel's library records. The earthquake not only caused explosions and earthquakes at the edge of the world's mountains, but other places in Ersin Alvin were also affected. Enil in Renloren also felt the tremor.

He believed that this hill was most likely formed by this earthquake, or the hill itself was very fragile. The earthquake made the hill even more fragile, and the silver fire column also gushed out from that time, just like the shallow oil on the surface gushed out through the holes, and then was ignited to form the eternal fire.

There is an artifact under Middenheim, or to be more precise, an Old One. That artifact was placed there before the great invasion. That artifact was Archaon's real target during the End Times.

Except for the ancient saints, no one knows what the creation is used for. The creation contains terrible energy. The appearance of the Eternal Flame may be a manifestation of the overflow of the energy of the creation. It may be that Yurik really knows something, so he ignited the holy fire to discharge part of the energy in the creation.

Of course, Dacus had a different opinion after his trip to Aldolf, knowing that the ancient saints in the script deliberately placed the device there, and at a fixed time, Yurik would ignite it in order to ignite and protect human civilization until the end.

Likewise, with the proper ritual, the energies within the creation can be detonated, creating a rift in the mortal realm nearly as large as the Chaos Portals at the North and South Poles.

Dacus, who has a rich history of excavation and discovery, believes that everything left behind by the ancient sanctuaries all corresponds, just like the star pyramids in the east, west, south, north and sky and the portals at the north and south poles, so... there should be a correspondence?
Maybe in the ancient city of Quintex in Naggaroth? Or in Cathay on the other side of the planet? Or maybe...

However, Dacus was now a little shaken by this view. Although this shake was still shallow and had not yet taken shape, it was like a stone thrown into a deep lake, causing ripples that lasted for a long time in his heart. While he was thinking to himself, his eyes fell on Gavino Denaris, who was hugging Kadroin after looking at each other.

Gavino was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, like a marble statue of the god of war. He wore a black and white ceremonial robe, and his stern face was expressionless. The symbol of Asuryan flashed on his forehead, shining like metal in flames. (Chapter 286)
He was simply a replica of Kadron, in terms of his solemn appearance, dignified expression, and the aura that seemed to have walked out of time. But they were not completely the same. Unlike Kadron's usual halberd, Gavino carried a heavy, sharp, long-handled battle axe.

He also has a phoenix companion, but neither the battle axe nor the phoenix appears in the temple at this moment.

As the captain of the Sons of Asuryan, there was no reason for Gavino not to come to such an important ceremony. Now, not only did he appear here, but judging from Kadroin's gestures and the unspoken understanding between them, they would probably stand together in front of the sacred fire and preside over this sacred and fateful ceremony.

Dacus watched quietly, observing their every move without making a sound. After a moment, he slowly shifted his gaze to other corners of the hall.

He saw Chupacoco.

The latter was standing there motionless, staring blankly at the holy fire, his expression was empty but contained a kind of solidification as if he was summoned. He originally wanted to call Chupakoko, but thought better of it.

"Our old friend is very old." He turned to Ryan and whispered while pointing his finger steadily at the location of Chupa Coco.

After everything was arranged, he moved another seat to the side to leave some space.

"How does it feel?" he asked after Chupakoko sat down.

"It's very strange... and also very familiar..." Chupacoko said as he stared at the holy fire with an almost obsessive gaze in his eyes. He seemed to see some scene far away on the other side of the ocean, and seemed to hear the call from the soul.

"Pyramid of Dawn?" Daxus said the word lightly.

"You..." Chupakoko was awakened from his trance in an instant, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and the whole lizard seemed to be struck by lightning. He stopped looking at the holy fire and turned his head to stare at Daquus. "Don't be so excited." Daquus, who had the answer in his mind, put his hand on Chupakoko's shoulder to comfort him. At the same time, he calmly turned to Ryan, who was sitting on the other side of Chupakoko, and asked a question that sounded unrelated but went straight to the core, "Did you bring a map? A world map?"

After seeing Ryan shake his head, Daxus nodded, his face still calm, as if the existence of the map had no effect on him. He sighed softly and returned his gaze to the holy fire again.

The Pyramid of Dawn is located at the intersection of the spiritual veins of the Isthmus of Lustria. The entire pyramid stands tall and straight into the sky. Its top is shaped like an open five-clawed palm, and in the center of that palm, a blazing sacred flame has been burning eternally since the arrival of the ancient saints - the Flame of Kotego.

The colonnades surrounding the main body of the pyramid radiate and extend like the sun's rays, forming a huge sun pattern array, which is a symbol of Kotego's blessing.

In this sacred place, there are skinks blessed by Kotego and elite lizardmen warriors living here. All lizardmen who approach this place will feel the surge and revival of the life flow in their bodies.

Because of this, Slann Demon Priests rarely set foot here. They prefer a quiet environment that can maintain deep spiritual functioning rather than this miraculous place filled with fiery vitality.

Anything that poses a threat to the "Great Plan" cannot continue to exist in the flames of Kotego. For this reason, the Pyramid of Dawn is regarded by the Lizardmen as a place of purification. Any corrupted or mutated individuals, objects, and even remnants of thoughts will be sent here for incineration and purification.

The Skink Priests would solemnly offer these filthy things to the Holy Flame of Kotego as a dedication to the god and a manifestation of their own civilization's mission.

When the Skinks of the Tower of Dawn know that their lives are coming to an end, they walk into the eternal flames.

After being reborn from the ashes, they will be crowned as Phoenix Kings... No.

They will give all their essence and blessings back to Kotego without reservation. With their death, they will make the next cycle of the sun come true. Then, Hexotar will give birth to new replacements from the sacred fire, new life forms, new caretakers, and new Skin Priests. This cycle never stops, just like the rising and setting of the sun and the changing of the seasons. It has been destined to be like this since the birth of the Lizardmen, and it will never end.

Before the Black Ark Fleet was still floating on the sea and before it arrived at Chapeiuto, Daxus had been to the Pyramid of Dawn with Ryan and Chupakoko. Of course, there were more than just the three of them, many people went there, including... Malekith.

At that time, the Skink Priest of the Dawn Pyramid was already very old and seemed to be about to fall down at any time, but he still stood firm at his post, unmoved by wind and rain. Daxus remembered the priest's name very clearly, Vichirobchitri - the name was long, but it was worth remembering in its entirety.

He has been the keeper of the Pyramid of Dawn for nearly a thousand years, making him one of the most senior in the position. Despite his age, he is still a dedicated and lively priest, just like the one Daxus had seen in the Great Pyramid of the Ancient Saint Ichi in Izatar, with a piety for the oracle and order in his eyes.

That time, they burned a lot of things there - the censers and flails of the Plague Clan, corrupted icons, and poisoned scrolls, one by one, in piles, they were thrown into the raging flames continuously.

The flames that had been burning peacefully suddenly became vigorous, roaring like a hungry beast, devouring those traces of corruption. At that moment, the flames were no longer just light and heat, but the manifestation of the will of the ancient saints, as if to clean up all the filth in the world.

Vicchirobotchitri was very happy. He smiled and patted his skinny palms gently, like a satisfied craftsman looking at his masterpiece. He was very happy, really very happy, that at the last moment of his life, there were still so many corrupt things to offer to Kotego. He said that it was the last sacrifice given to him by God, and the gift before he ascended to the flames.

The entire ceremony reached its climax when the Grimoire of Plague and the Staff of Corruption were sent into the flames together. At that moment, the flames seemed to be the awakened Sun God, illuminating the jungle sky for several kilometers.

Then, Vicchirobotchitli slowly walked to the increasingly fierce flames, turned his back to the flames, turned around, faced all the witnesses, and bowed slowly.

"I am glad... to be able to welcome... my last moments with all of you as witnesses." His voice was calm and gentle, as if he was telling of an ancient festival. "The cycle... is like the cycle of the sun... it will never end."

After saying this, he turned around and walked into the raging divine fire without hesitation. He did not make any painful cries or struggle violently. The entire lizard seemed to have turned into a stream of light returning to nature, quietly withdrawing from this world, as if it had originally belonged to the flames and would eventually return in the flames.

Daxus remembered the fire at that moment, and remembered that everyone stood in silence, watching the old priest go to his holy end.

Pyramid of Dawn, Temple of Asuryan, Temple of Ulric...

These three places are located in completely different continents and belief systems. They seem to have no connection, but in fact they are all manifestations of the divinity of fire, just with different ways of expression and meanings.

One is "gentle fire" and the other is "strong fire"... No.

The Pyramid of Dawn is relatively purer. Its fire is born for burning, to purify and burn all unclean things in the world. It keeps on running, like the orbit of the sun. Once you enter it, it is the end of order. It can be said that it is a martial fire, violent and cannot be disobeyed, unless you cast a fire avoidance spell in advance?
As for the Temple of Asuryan... that is much more complicated.

The Holy Fire is more like a test and summons of the soul by the gods. It has will, choice, and judgment. Without using the fire avoidance spell, the only people who have walked out of it in history are Aenarion and Nicki Minaj, and Malekith who walked out at the end of time.

The Temple of Yurik... that's...

In the last stage of his life, Arthur's character changed. He was no longer the noble, brave and respected king he once was, but became extremely cruel, as if some unspeakable fire was burning in his body, devouring all his past glory and kindness.

In the end, an irreconcilable conflict broke out between him and Sigma.

When Sigmar finally led his army to the foothills of Middenheim, Arthur did not show up in person, but coldly sent an agent to refuse, trying to overwhelm the other party with his power.

But Sigmar was Sigmar after all, and he was not the kind of man to be intimidated by words. Without a word, he walked towards the Eternal Flame, where he challenged Artur to a duel.

During the duel, Artur, in desperation, forced Sigma into the burning eternal fire.

However, a miracle happened.

The flames did not burn Sigma to death, but seemed to awaken some dormant power in his body, making him tougher and more swift. He was no longer a pure human, but the incarnation of a higher being, filled with the cold power of the Wolf God. When he walked out of the flames, his whole body was invulnerable to the flames, and the roar that erupted from his throat was no longer like a human shout, but a wolf howl that pierced the sky.

Then...he killed Arthur in seconds.

Without any hesitation, he smashed Arthur's skull with a hammer, cleanly and neatly, without any suspense. Because he was favored by the god Yurik, the Teutons paid tribute to him, regarded him as the king chosen by God, and recognized his rule.

In the next few years, he established his own country and laid the foundation of the Sigmar Empire. And Ulric the Great personally left the temple and traveled all the way from Middenheim to Altdorf to crown this favored man.

Since then, the Temple of Ulric has become a "check-in holy place" similar to the Temple of Asuryan, and a pilgrimage site that all Ulric's followers must visit in their lifetime. People come with piety and awe, but they only look at it, just like Asur visiting the Temple of Asuryan, just standing in front of the holy fire and watching, instead of using fire-avoiding spells or following the example of Aenarion and his sons stepping into the holy fire.

This tradition continued until the appearance of Magnus the Pious, which completely changed things.

Magnus was the emperor who ascended the throne in 2300. He was born in Nuln and was a staunch believer of Sigmar, but the empire at that time was torn apart by religious divisions and disputes over the throne, and fell into constant turmoil.

Faced with the chaotic situation, Magnus made a dangerous decision and secretly traveled to Middenheim to face the wrath of the Cult of Ulric and the Inquisitors who regarded the Faith of Sigmar as heresy and even classified it as a Chaos Cult.

That day, on the pulpit, when Great Ulric was loudly denouncing the hypocrisy and corruption of Sigmar's faith, someone in the crowd suddenly stood up, threw back his cloak, revealing a determined face.

Magnus looked Ulric the Great in the face, without fear, and said only one sentence.

"If I am truly a blasphemer, the eternal fire will consume me."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the divine fire.

The flames did not hurt him at all. He stood in the fire, like a god descending to earth. At that moment, everyone was silent, and then... they all knelt down, believing that this young man was indeed deeply favored by the gods and was the man of destiny.

Since then, the Yurik sect has strictly prohibited any ordinary person from testing the fire with their flesh, in order to avoid unnecessary deaths and abuse of miracles. However, every winter pilgrimage season, there are always enthusiasts eager to try. They are eager to reproduce Magnus' miracle and to gain the recognition of God.

Most of them were seriously injured and burned by the flames. Fortunately, the sharp-eyed and experienced Yurik priests were able to pull them out of the flames in time, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

After Magnus, no true miracles occurred in the Eternal Flame until Teclis the Fire Thief...

In other words... the eternal fire is a slow fire?
In addition to the different intensity of the fire, the three places have many similarities. They are all located on the top of the mountain. The Pyramid of Dawn is located on a solitary mountain, the Temple of Asuryan is built on the top of a volcano, and the Temple of Ulric is located on a mountain that is almost columnar.

The reason why Daxus asked Ryan for the map was because he had a crazy guess in his mind: these three different flames might not be randomly distributed, and they... might be on the same axis!

It's not longitude, nor latitude, but a - an oblique axis!
That would be fun.

This means that there is most likely some invisible connection between the Pyramid of Dawn, the Temple of Asuryan, and the Temple of Ulric, and their locations are not a coincidence, but...deliberate design.

There must be something behind this that was done by an ancient saint.

The Pyramid of Dawn is of the Lizardmen, the Temple of Ulric is of the Humans, and the Temple of Asuryan is of the Elven.

In Middenheim, there is a stone chamber deep below the Eternal Flame, but the stone chamber seems to have grown into the mountain through space teleportation. Ryan searched for a long time but couldn't find the so-called passage.

The reason why Ryan was able to detect some abnormalities was because the structure of Mount Middenheim was too complex.

Under the mountain, there is a complete sewer system, as well as Skaven nests and dwarf tunnels. It is precisely because of this dense structure that Ryan has the opportunity to observe from a close distance and feel the existence of the distorted space.

The Dawn Pyramid has never been excavated, so naturally no one knows whether there are similar devices underground. The Slann Demon Priests who should have been able to sense it were distracted by the existence of the fire. Is it the darkest place under the lamp?
As for the Temple of Asuryan...just ask Kadroin later and you'll know.

At the end of time, after Middenheim was conquered by Archaon, he adopted the most traditional, primitive and reliable method - digging. He forced humans, dwarves and ogre captives to form a labor team, and after digging day and night, he finally entered the mysterious stone chamber.

In the stone chamber, there was an extremely mysterious sphere. The sphere was held up by two perfect golden hemispheres, floating steadily in the center, defying the law of gravity. The sphere was pitch black, as deep as an abyss that swallowed all light, but its surface was constantly pulsating, like the undulations of liquid. Every pulsation would release a circle of faint dull light, like a beating heart, lazily passing through the entire stone chamber.

Dacus believed that if this conjecture was true, then corresponding ancient holy devices must exist under the Pyramid of Dawn and the Temple of Asuryan.

As for what other uses these ancient devices have besides blowing up the whole world, he couldn't say, but he believed that if these ancient creations did exist, they must be a trinity - like the dynamic balance of stars, satellites and gravity wells.

The ancient device under his feet was the center point, and the ancient artifacts distributed in Lustria and Elsin Alvin were the fulcrums. There was some kind of connection between the three that was invisible to the naked eye.

At the end of time, Archaon was able to successfully activate the device in Middenheim and detonate the world because - at that time, Lustria and Ulthuan had already sunk, the two points had collapsed, and the entire system was unbalanced, leading to its collapse.

In other words, if those two continents were still there, Archaon might not be able to blow up this world!

He remembered that at the end, when Malekith once again walked out of the holy fire, the temple began to tremble violently, and a thunderous roar came from the ground, shaking the entire hall. And when Malekith left, the deafening explosion made all the elves look back and scream, and a dazzling white light burst out from the temple, and then the temple annihilated itself in the violent space collapse.

But the destruction did not stop there.

The cliff where the temple was located collapsed into the sea, and along the island, a huge crack ran through the entire island, as if the origin of the continent was torn apart. The water from the inland sea roared and rushed in, like the angry tide of doomsday washing away the inheritance of thousands of years.

Daxus sometimes frowned, sometimes looked melancholy. After a long time, he finally broke free from the vortex of contemplation and speculation. He looked at the burning flame and sighed softly.

Is there one? We will know soon.

The most important thing now is the ceremony that is about to begin.

"Just sit here." He turned around and said to Chupakoko, who was still staring at the flames. After that, he stood up and said briefly to Ryan, who was looking at him, "You do your thing."

When he walked out of the aisle, he saw the elves and red dragons entering the hall, some sitting, some standing, talking quietly, thinking, nervous... Although the scene was large, there was a restrained and solemn order. And Bel-Aihor, who could talk to everyone, stood at the door, constantly pointing at the seats and arranging everything, like a choreographer who worked hard but was never noticed.

Daxus did not choose to get involved. He just nodded to the people who were looking at him, then walked silently towards Kadroin and Gavino, stood beside them, and waited quietly.

Waiting for——

The spectators who were marching towards the hall in a long line were all in place.

Waiting for——

Today's protagonist officially makes his debut.

(I will take a day off tomorrow, so I won’t be doing this chapter any more.)