I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

but--

The fact that it could be spoken by a legend in such a cautious tone means that it must contain a huge secret.

Even when he heard this word, Rust felt that the "Chariot Intuition" card he was equipped with flickered faintly.

He had a vague feeling that the name "Gravekeeper"...

Perhaps there is some kind of inseparable connection between it and the history of the Sixth Epoch, the truth about Canaan that he is constantly searching for, and even the entire night world.

And accompanied by Rast's questions.

Cecil's eyes also turned serious in an instant.

He turned his gaze away from the blue sea in front of him.

The next moment, a pale golden light spread silently with Cecil as the center.

It transformed into a pale golden invisible field, covering the ground where he and Last were standing.

"Gravekeeper."

"It's the name of a secret organization."

"He is also the greatest imaginary enemy that generations of shore-guard leaders have constantly sought and been wary of day and night."

Cecil's voice echoed in the room, but the sound waves dissipated silently when they touched the boundary of the pale golden area.

All conversations and information between the two were confined within the invisible barrier, leaving no possibility of any leakage.

Is this some kind of soundproof barrier for confidentiality?

Last looked at the pale golden mute barrier, his heart moving slightly.

There is no record of similar sequence abilities in the seventeen known long-order sequences in the world, and Cecil did not seem to have activated any extraordinary props just now.

In other words, this is Cecil's Night Blade, or in the terms of this era, his supernatural power?

But Cecil had clearly mentioned before that he had used the power of prophecy, which was how he discovered his past as a suspected immortal.

The same person's Night Blade can display two completely different and unrelated abilities...

This sense of déjà vu made Laster have some associations.

"My teacher told me all this in person after I was chosen as the next leader of the Shore Guardians."

"It is said that the first generation who founded the Shore Guardians was once one of them..."

"It was simply because they disagreed with the Gravekeepers' ideals that the first generation chose to rebel and founded the Shore Keepers."

"And everything about the Gravekeepers has become the organization's biggest secret, circulated only among the former leaders and a very small number of people."

Cecil's words were calm.

On the other side, Rast's expression remained unchanged, but he listened very attentively.

This is a pretty explosive piece of news.

Even the organization founded by a traitor among the gravekeepers has now become the light of human civilization and the last line of defense with a legend in charge.

So what kind of existence is the true form of the Gravekeeper organization?

However, judging from Cecil's words, the position of the gravekeeper is obviously different from that of the shorekeeper.

"Many years have passed since I became the leader of the Shore Watch."

"Over the years, I have been searching for the traces of the gravekeeper, but I have never found anything."

"But I know they are there."

Cecil's words carried a sense of vicissitudes that belied his appearance: "From the dawn of the era when the flames first ignited, to the golden age of civilization's prosperity and development, and then to the catastrophic period when civilization declined rapidly and was in turmoil."

"From the beginning of the story to the end of the epic... they lurk in the shadows of history, omnipresent."

"The previous silence of the gravekeepers was simply because their time had not yet arrived."

Uncle——

As the leader of the shore defenders, is it really okay for you to praise the other side so highly?

Aren’t you afraid that I will lose confidence in the organization?

However, looking at Cecil in front of him, Last still spoke.

In this world, knowledge is equivalent to power, and the more secretive the knowledge is, the more likely it is to be held in the hands of the powerful.

It is rare to have the opportunity to talk freely with a legend like this.

You know, in this world, it’s hard to say whether there are any living legends.

Besides, Cecil in front of him didn't seem to be the type of person who was good at asking riddles, so he had to seize the opportunity to ask some questions clearly.

"So, Leader..."

Luster carefully chose his words: "Do you have a grudge against them?"

"It's not that I have a grudge against them, but that the shore keepers have a grudge against the grave keepers."

A smile appeared on Cecil's old face.

"Shore Watcher, "One who watches the shore."

"No matter the cost, we must keep all pollution and foreign enemies away from the Broken Coast... Guarding the final channel, keeping the spark of civilization alive, this is the meaning of the Shore Guardians' existence."

"And 'tomb keepers', as the name suggests, are the ones who guard the mausoleum."

"The so-called mausoleum...is the tomb where civilization is buried."

Cecil's words echoed faintly: "And if there are no tombstones to guard, there will naturally be no gravekeepers."

"If the shore keepers are the maintainers of the era and civilization."

"Then the gravekeeper is the one who brings all stories, all grand chapters and epics to a close."

"Therefore, this hatred is not subject to the will of any individual and will continue until death."

"And now."

"In their eyes, the end of the era, the point where civilization ends... is probably approaching."

"The gravekeepers have been dormant for countless years, knowing everything about us, yet we know nothing about them."

"If this continues..."

“When the end of the era comes and the final chapter of civilization truly arrives, we will be in an extremely unfavorable situation.”

Cecil's eyes fell on Rast, his eyes meaningful.

"The actions of destroying Paradise and overthrowing the Underworld may be extremely important in the eyes of other high-ranking officials—"

"But for you, it's just a cover. Just go with the flow."

"Your real purpose is to use this incident as an opportunity to find a way to contact the gravekeeper."

"That relic of the God of Death holds special significance for the gravekeepers. Furthermore, they believe the end of the era is near and are eager to take action. They won't miss this opportunity."

"Of course, this is bound to be a mission with a high probability of failure, and it is likely to be like a moth flying into a flame."

“Let’s not even mention that in the process of overthrowing Paradise, it is very likely that high-level experts or even true legends will be involved.”

"Even if everything goes smoothly and you succeed in gaining the gravekeeper's trust... it also means that you will bear the stigma of being a traitor in the eyes of your companions."

"Perhaps you will never be able to clear your name, restore your innocence, and return to the shore guards in your lifetime."

Cecil looked at Luster deeply.

"So, whether you want to take on this task depends solely on your own choice."

"After all, there's no point in planting an unwilling spy, and this mission can't be accomplished by coercion."

"If you refuse to accept this mission, I will only erase your memories related to the gravekeeper."

"Besides that... my previous promise to grant you the Tower Sequence knowledge still stands."

【Now, fate separates into two unrelated straight lines before your eyes. 】

[Where you will end up depends on your choices.]

[Tip: This node is an important divergence point and will directly affect the specific direction of the Epoch Reverberations. Please proceed with caution.]

In the spiritual world, the azure words lit up again.

But Rast ignored the words flashing in his mind.

He looked at Cecil, who had a meaningful look in his eyes. "Why, Leader, would you choose me?"

In terms of rank and combat power, there might not be another legendary figure in the Shore Guardian organization, but there are definitely other fifth- and sixth-rank extraordinary people...

If one wants to destroy the "paradise" and overthrow a country, it is conceivable that the stronger the military force, the better.

With a small body like his, even though he relied on the extraordinary knowledge given by Cecil to quickly break through the third and fourth levels, his strength was still not enough in front of the sixth level.

As for his status and contribution among the shore keepers, Last did not think that he could surpass the senior ones with just two short experiences in the night world.

He should have a rather unremarkable resume in the organization.

"First, because you are the first immortal I know of besides myself."

"I don't know, and I don't care, how you've managed to stay so young for a hundred years."

Cecil seemed to have guessed that Rast would ask this question a long time ago: "But I can use the prophetic night blade to explore your past, and the gravekeeper can also do it."

“They claim to be the guardians of the tombs of civilizations and the tombstones of eras, standing above history.”

"In the eyes of the gravekeepers, they are not immortal beings, but ordinary humans with a lifespan of only a hundred years or so... They are just insignificant grains of sand in history, dust that may be weathered by time at any moment. There is no value in interacting with them."

"Second—"

Cecil's old eyes were fixed on Rast, like an old lion looking at the newborn cub in the tribe.

"Although it's just a subtle intuition, I feel something special from you."

"Within the organization, there are many powerful and steadfast elites. They are kind, upright, and brave... They embody the world's fantasies of knights and heroes."

"But heroes, brave men, and knights... they can only do things that are logical and logical, just like in fairy tales and stories."

"But what we are facing now is by no means a simple situation like that in a fairy tale."

"Following the routine and making the seemingly correct choices will ultimately lead to a dead end."

Cecil paused for a moment. "They, and even myself, seem to be lacking something compared to you. Something far more important than mere strength."

"Some kind of hysterical, almost paranoid madness..."

"I can't tell what it is, or whether it's good or bad, but I'm willing to trust my intuition."

"Maybe--"

"You can do things I never expected."

……

There was a brief silence in the air.

After a moment, Luster interrupted the silence.

"it is good."

"However, before carrying out the plan to overthrow Paradise—"

"I want to see for myself what kind of existence that underworld country called 'Paradise' is... and whether it truly needs to be destroyed."

"of course."

Cecil nodded. "Only by seeing it with one's own eyes can a shore guard fulfill his duty."

"Also, there's no need to rush this plan. First, improve your strength as much as possible at headquarters, and then set off when everything is ready."

"Also, during this time, you can choose companions to accompany you to Paradise... Although they won't be of any use in your interactions with the gravekeepers, they can be quite helpful in the early stages."

"For example, the little girl named Gray."

"Although she's just a newcomer, her sequence level is very special. Even a sixth-level transcendent might not be able to harm her."

"And she seems to be acquainted with you. She should be able to bring you considerable help."

Luster responded and turned to leave.

Just as his figure was about to disappear outside the door, Cecil saw the other party suddenly stop.