MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 885 Can not go back

"—they all died in the end."

Faezon's expression was calm, neither sad nor happy, explaining what had happened.

His tone was neither flustered nor hated, not even the usual arrogance and arrogance of contempt for the mortal world, nor did he demean the fire thieves who fought against the star palace in every era.

There is no denying the glory of these rebels, not discrediting their will and belief, even acknowledging their strength and strength... Then calmly say a truth.

Every era, every civilization, every world.

Those saviors who are associated with destruction, those heroes who carry all the responsibilities and entrustment to steal the fire, are all the most dazzling and outstanding stars in their era.

They stand at the pinnacle of the mortal world, have countless followers, unite all countries, gather people's hearts, or smash the stars with extraordinary personal force, or unite countries with powerful personal charm, or amazing ingenuity Pushing the mortal world to a technological leap.

As the last watchmen of their respective eras, they have their own legends and different plans to fight against the Star Palace and save the world.

Some fire thieves build starships and try to attack the stars.

Some fire thieves build the strongest army on the earth and want to face it head-on.

Some fire thieves have extracted all the essence of the mortal world and forged a god-like earth titan, hoping to deter the star palace and win.

Some fire thieves have built a huge energy-gathering array that is almost equivalent to a medium-sized country. They want to extract the terrifying energy in the depths of the planet and directly bombard the star palace.

There are also fire thieves who gathered the strongest warriors of that era. Through subtle, forbearance, and patient layout, they created the opportunity to enter the star palace. There is no return, and they desperately destroyed the star bridge.

There are those who build eternal refuges, excavate and enter the inner world.

There are those who try to build a portal to other worlds and make great migrations.

so many kinds.

In the past dynasties, many civilizations in the mortal world, many were mediocre fire thieves who could not change anything even to death, but there will always be different eras and different civilizations.

And different fire thieves.

Those fire thieves who even the God of the Star Palace should respect, those great plans that even the God of Star Palace should admire and pay tribute to, those fierce battles, desperate counterattacks, hymns of courage, great sacrifices, experienced many epochs , Innumerable years, Phoeson said this, and there was still light in his eyes.

- But all, courage, sacrifice, battle, hard work, swan song, eventually disappeared in the torrent of time, and only become the memory embellishment in the long life of the gods of the star palace.

For these upper bound species, it is worth remembering and remembering in the long and boring years...

Memories only.

"Do you think Kant is special?"

He looked at Griffin, without the usual arrogance and arrogance, calm, quiet and peaceful.

This made the Grand Speaker's heart beat faster and inexplicably frightened.

He was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Is there really no doubt of victory?"

"Every era, the mortal resisters will feel that this generation of fire thieves is glorious and far superior to the predecessors, and this battle will be won, just as these Nether species now believe."

"They're pathetic, shallow, pathetic, and only believe what they want to believe, so they think they're going to win this time, and we?"

"I still remember not long ago, an equally black-haired Aurora woman with her accomplices, blocked the Xingqiong Bridge and went retrograde, slashing and slashing a legion that was fighting in the lower realm, the pioneer who returned from the end of the world. They fought around her like planets, but she still radiated terror like a star, and just looking at her from a distance reminded me of the fear of death in a long time."

"And in the actions of harvesting the mortal world in the past dynasties, there are fire thieves who have gone further than Li Manyue."

"That person broke through many obstacles and killed countless war attendants and star beasts. The **** of the star palace who fell in that battle was more than the era of all dynasties. In the end, all the warriors who followed him were drowned in In the wave of soldiers that came across, he was the only one who pressed the wave to advance layer by layer..."

"In the end, he left an indelible scar on my master."

"You must not understand, Griffin."

"The sky warship that used to be in the nether world has rushed into the star ring and almost crashed into the Hengyuan Sky Tower. The main gun of the warship stored energy and shone like the sun. I still remember the wind of psychic energy blowing on my face. The burning sensation, as if it's about to fire and annihilate me in the next moment, because it's really, really close."

"Do you know what it's like to overlook the mortal world from the star palace?"

"To see white storm clouds, sweeping together. To see the blue sea, occupying most of the mortal world. To see rolling brown mountains, everywhere. The mortal world is an ugly, a small part of Much of the mud is an irregular sphere of water, and we've looked at it for a long, long time."

Phoeson stared straight at the Grand Chancellor, and suddenly revealed a stern smile.

"Did you know that suddenly one day, you looked at the ugly spheres that were only the atmosphere, the land and the ocean, and suddenly there was an incomparably flat area the size of the mouth of a bowl, carved with intricate patterns. , flowing with crimson light, like an eye, staring at you..."

"—what does it feel like?"

Griffin pursed his lips, his heart fluttering.

Today's Phaersson is very abnormal, talking a lot, and his attitude is very different from usual, very abnormal.

But this perception only lasted for a moment, and what took away his thoughts and attention was the words revealed by Phaethon. In the past few months, the God of the Star Palace has never said this to him.

They stared into each other's eyes, speechless for a moment.

Phaersson seemed to be reminiscing about the past, perhaps because of something, his eyes were dazed.

And Griffin, Griffin can't describe his mood at the moment.

The brains of intelligent creatures are the most perfect works of art in this world. In a moment, countless sparks will appear, and they will turn into all kinds of complicated thoughts, which even they can't understand.

It can only be said that in this moment, Griffin thought of the stories that happened in many epochs countless years ago, and also thought of the threats and destruction that the mortal world is facing now, new fire thieves, new wars, if in the Star Palace In the eyes, it is just one of the many extinction events that is not surprising...

—Then what should he do?

Not even this mighty spellcaster can control the emanations and associations of thought.

Until an idea that shook his heart came to his mind.

Phaerson remembers almost all the fire thieves who fought against extinction and shook the stars.

Remember their stories, remember their bravery, and remember their brightest moments.

So.

In those many epochs, in the years when the fire thieves fought with courage and sacrifice...

Are there any creatures who surrender to the star palace and bow their knees?

where are they now?

Star palace gods like Phaethon...will they remember their stories?

This thought was like the last torrent that broke through the riddled dam, passing over the old and decaying body in an instant, and even made Griffin Williams' eyes warm.

After a while, the Grand Chancellor broke the disturbing silence.

"why?"

Just asking briefly, not pointing out the question itself, just asking why.

But Phaerson could understand... the problem was obvious, there was only one.

—The fire thieves of all dynasties are glorious, why are you always victorious?

"Because, being harvested by the master..." Phoeson said with a calm expression, "It is the fate of the mortal world. The so-called fire thieves are nothing but an accompanying failure, a commentary on the tragic fate of the mortal race."

Griffin took a breath and shook his head forcefully: "I don't understand."

"I'll understand later."

"I think I'll understand now." The speaker said stubbornly, "You can make it more clear."

"Just think about it, it has nothing to do with me."

Faersson said lightly: "We should go and implement the next plan."

With a flash, Griffin stopped in front of the God of Star Palace and increased his tone: "I have done these things according to your instructions, and fully demonstrated my sincerity and determination to you, for our follow-up plan, Please show the same sincerity - I always need to know who I am loyal to."

"The master you are loyal to, he has many names. The civilization of each era will call our master by the name they fear and fear the most, and the master will gladly accept it as a commemoration of the harvest."

Phaeson stretched out his hand and turned him aside: "When the master comes, harvests the world, destroys civilization, you will see, you will hear, and you will worship in the desperate cries of fire thieves."

"Wait a moment!"

Griffin shouted: "This answer does not satisfy us, always let me know why the master..."

The next moment, Phaersson grabbed him by the collar.

The face of the God of Star Palace instantly turned cold.

"What? Why do you have to inquire about this news? Do you have any ideas and hopes?"

"What? I still can't change my mentality, or I still regard myself as a mortal being, or I regard the Star Palace as an enemy and a threat, so I want to get more information and have superfluous ideas?"

Phoeson said coldly: "Okay, then I'll let you give up completely."

"- Griffin, you will follow the soldiers loyal to you and become unconscious puppets. This scene will be seen by Kant and will be seen by the whole world. You will be completely guarded, hostile and feared by the kings of the nether species, When the whole world unites and says you are a traitor, then you must be a traitor."

"As a human part, you are dead, Griffin, when a man who once had fame, status, power, and honor lost all of that, hated and reviled by those who once respected and admired him, is he still alive? When the country you once ruled spreads about your scandals and shameful betrayals, when the most loyal people ever spit on you, what's the difference between you being dead?"

"You're dead, Griffin-Williams, your life as a human, a mage, the grand president of the council is dead. I've seen it very well, one of Kant's great things is getting information to spread quickly. , preconceived ideas with pictures and lies to convince stupid people."

Having said this, he slowly raised his eyebrows and sneered.

"He will let the whole world know about your scandal as quickly as possible, you know he has the ability to do so, and you also know how stupid these mudbloods are, once they presume something, they want to change their minds, It is really difficult.”

"Do you know what it means?"

Faersson said in a low tone and said slowly: "It means that you will never go back, even if you have a swaying heart at the moment, thinking about the stupid things that make a guilt and meritorious deeds, and even made it by you, so that Kant recognizes it. Your exploits and forgive you...you'll never go back."

"Your subjects will think you are a traitor, your soldiers will always remember you turning them into puppets, your reputation will never be washed away, everyone mentions you, and the first impression is a traitor, You want to regain power? No, don't think about it. Everyone will oppose your return to power, you will never have the chance to command life and power again, and what you have will never come back."

He raised his other hand and patted Griffin's wrinkled cheek.

"Do you understand? If you understand, it's time to leave."

"If you do it the first time, you can do it for the second time. Let everyone in the North County of the Council become puppets who resolutely oppose Kant, let this area become a grinding mill of flesh and blood, make the whole world fear it, and further ensure that you Your reputation is completely rotten in the mortal world, squeezing all your worth."

"After victory, you can regain everything, even change the records of history books, and become the savior and king of the mortal world... We are already your only hope."

"And you shouldn't have any extra thoughts."

After he finished speaking, he put Griffin down and stared at the surging anger in the other's eyes, and the God of Star Palace sneered disdainfully.

"Angry? Dissatisfied? But what can you do?"

After all, Phaersson Shi Shiran pushed Griffin away, left the command room that observed the outside world with an atmospheric mirror image, and even revealed his back to this betrayer who had no way out.

Only the Grand Speaker was left standing, his hands trembling, and his eyes were mixed with sorrow, anger and sadness.

It was only now that he realized that he was just a mortal man, and even if he abandoned his earth-shattering mana, he would hesitate and shrink, feel remorse, and be at a loss in the face of the unknown fate.

really…

There is absolutely no going back.

"Kant's ruling is 527 meters. 6 meters away from your ministry!"

The sky oscillated and the space was distorted. The Phase Gate pushed out the golden ring sacred pillar suspended in the air and cast a huge circular field. The trench terrain with a depth of several kilometers was quickly filled up. On the battlefield of dozens of square kilometers, a The jump prisms levitated and rotated, and the positioning mode was activated from time to time, and elite tactical teams shuttled out to suppress the sudden attackers with speed.

And the army is magnificent, linking the battlefield, the huge figure of the Astolfo is like a moving battlefield fortress, roaring forward all the way.

A group of attacking troops standing in place greeted Kant's ruling army. They exercised their skills and will in the tenacious and persistent defensive battle. At this moment, they are facing the sacred figure on the huge battleship. The honor, for soldiers, is the highest reward!

They roared, shouted, joined their command, and merged into a torrent.

Drive forward.

In the world of white fog, soldiers constantly reveal fragmented information, gather intelligence information, and weave them into a web, like pieces of a puzzle, until...the truth is revealed!

"The suspect location has been locked... Griffin's headquarters is located! Prepare to attack!"

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PS1: I really want to write that Faersson was rescued by the star palace with a secret teleportation method. Griffin wanted to squeeze in, and then he was given an iron fist and finally shot (referring to energy rays) to kill it...