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Chapter 588 Chapter 684 I Bring the Light (I)

What kind of era was that?
Marian was lying on the bed with her eyes half open and half closed. Her grandfather, who was sitting at the head of the bed, was telling her a legendary story called "The Age of Steel".

Marianne had heard this story many times and knew it by heart. Grandpa often told this story to the children of Colette's family. For the children, this story was not new, but it was always so fascinating, no matter how many times they had heard it.

The story is so long that it is difficult for children to remember the details.

But Marianne can.

My grandfather was once the most powerful knight in the Grand Duchy of Balan. Many years ago, the handsome Knight Li An was the dream lover of all the girls in the duchy.

Knight Li An is still strong today, but he is already in his octogenarian years.

His candle, after burning vigorously for three hundred and twenty-seven years, is about to burn out.

His hair and beard were already gray, but he still looked very energetic. He was slowly telling stories from that world, that world of steel.

That happened in the very distant past, a time so distant that even the most knowledgeable scholars on the continent could not remember it. It was a story that happened in the endless years before the oldest elves were born and before the continent became a whole.

At that time, there were more people on earth than blades of grass. People piled up soil and steel to build towers that soared into the sky.
Those towers will emit rainbow-like light at night, dispelling all darkness in the world.

The roads paved with whole slabs of stone are beautiful and solid. There are more roads than blood vessels on your arm, crisscrossing the plains.

Huge, horseless iron carriages plied these roads, carrying people from one place to another, so no one felt lonely.

Giant birds from the other side of dawn soar in the sky. They are also the means of transportation used by people. The sound of bird wings breaking through the air is like the roar of a waterfall.

The wars of that era were brutal and efficient. People did not need to send a single soldier. They only needed to press a button in a high tower, and thousands of giant spears would soar into the sky, raining fire representing death onto the enemy's city.

When the spears fell, it would be like a thousand suns falling from the sky, and everything in the world would be quickly dissolved and turned into ashes; the towers made of steel and stone would melt away quickly like ice exposed to the sun.

And the places far away from where the spear fell were not spared: the hurricane powerful enough to move the mountains would destroy the point where the spear fell, sweeping in all directions and uprooting everything on the ground.

In the sky, in addition to the huge steel bird, there are also countless silver iron birds cruising around. They are much smaller than the giant bird, but they are the most terrifying killers.

If you see a flash of silvery-white light in the endless blue sky, that means they are coming.

When they reach your head, they will not make any sound; until they are far away, the deafening explosion will pierce your eardrums. The people riding these silver birds are called "cloud warriors" by my grandfather.

When they arrive, it will be a catastrophe for the people on the ground. The whole world will cry, but even all the tears falling from the sky cannot wash away the blood on the earth. The pungent smell of blood will drift towards the sky with the breeze.

………………

Marian was already asleep, her breathing calm and even. Li An stretched out his wrinkled and calloused hand, gently stroked his granddaughter's forehead, gently stood up and left her room.

Coming to the balcony, Li An gazed at the two bright moons, one purple and one white, hanging in the sky and sighed.

More than three hundred years have passed since he traveled to this world. His life journey is rich and wonderful. He has a prosperous family and a beloved partner. Li An has no dissatisfaction with everything in this world.

He lived a happy life, happier than most people in this world.

But he could never go back. That place that had appeared in his dreams countless times, played like a slide in his mind:
Earth.

Lying on the balcony chair, Li An slowly closed his eyes, and the past images began to play in his mind again. However, this time the images were no longer slides and scattered clips, but a clear long drama. Li An tried to open his eyes, but found that it was much more difficult than usual.

The people around him were calling out his name in a language that was both familiar and strange. There was already light coming through his eyelids, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"Lee An...Lee An!"

The voice of the call was sometimes high and sometimes low, and the tone of voice changed from time to time. Li An was still in a daze, but it seemed that he was only a little bit away from being fully awake.

"Where is this place?"

"It's not Sophia's voice, and it's not Alexander's voice."

"Is this the common language of the continent?"

"No, it's not..."

"This is... Chinese..."

“It’s Chinese!”

Well actually not.

His thoughts suddenly became extremely clear, and the voice lingering in Li Ang's ears also became louder.

“Ryan!!!”

Li An opened his eyes and saw the world clearly.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene that greeted him was not the room that he was so familiar with, nor was it the style of his hometown deep in his memory.

Instead, it was close to the place where he had spent more than three hundred years after traveling through time, but there were obvious differences.

However, in this room with an obviously "exotic atmosphere", Li An saw some people who were very familiar to him.

Under the bright lights, among the people surrounding him, Li An saw several familiar faces. Very far away, but very familiar.

The clothing styles they wore were so familiar. When Ang Lee saw those people in the crowd, he became dazed and almost thought he was home.

At the same time, the memories sealed in his mind were unsealed, and a large number of images began to play in his mind.

Li An couldn't help but cover his head, the large amount of information flow made him feel uncomfortable. Those memories did not belong to him, but to the man named Ryan.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

And at this moment, as he was constantly receiving the memories of the original owner of his body in this world, a voice, mainly the language used by the voice, instantly pulled Li An out of the vortex of memory.

That's Chinese.

(End of this chapter)