franphil Chapter 278 The Sun
Chapter 278 The Sun
Chapter 278 The Sun
Fool?
Leaving aside the expressions of the Silver City elders whose pupils suddenly contracted, if "The Sun" Derrick were here, he would be even more surprised, surprised at when Mr. Fool had contacted the former chief elder of Silver City.
"he?"
Chief Colin asked uncertainly, as if he was afraid to confirm.
"That is a messenger of God."
Harwick stated definitively that, seeing the varying reactions from the crowd, he did not insist, but instead, following the way he had always treated these colleagues, he voluntarily changed his title to "Divine Messenger."
"Elder Harwick, where is that messenger of the gods?"
Elder Wait Hillmont, the second-ranking elder in the council of six, couldn't help but ask.
"The divine messenger is still in my tomb. Unless he comes to me of his own accord, you should not go and disturb him."
"I've come here to tell you that the Divine Envoy, and the Fool behind him, are capable of saving Silver City from its current darkness. This is an opportunity that we must seize."
Harwick looked at everyone with a serious expression. He had been awakened by Shael, and of course, he was affected to some extent, but he could also feel that terrifying and heart-pounding power.
Is he an angel?
Elder Colin remained silent for a moment, then asked only one question.
If the other party is an angel, then Silver City only needs to do very simply, and doesn't need to think too complicatedly.
Harwick didn't speak, he just nodded slightly.
Colin Iliad looked at Harwick earnestly with his weathered blue eyes, whether he seemed relieved or not, and said, "Don't worry, we understand."
Once you're certain the other person is an angel, many other things become unimportant.
"This matter will be kept confidential for now."
"The messenger's meaning is that he needs to prepare and see how to solve the food problem that Silver City needs to overcome the most."
As Harwick spoke, they all felt that Shael was truly a lord worthy of loyalty. Not only did he not demand that Silver City immediately offer its faith, but he was also willing to help Silver City consider its problems and resolve its predicament.
"food?"
This was like a huge surprise to the elders of Silver City. Before they could ask any questions, a golden light rose from the horizon. In this world full of darkness, light was such a luxury. Eyes that had deteriorated from living in darkness for a long time couldn't help but shed tears as this light appeared.
Inside the tomb, Chael had become somewhat familiar with how to use dreams to achieve his goals.
He thought of the main authority of the Sequence 2 Insightful Ones: as long as one believes oneself to be powerful enough, one will be powerful enough and will not be constrained by external appearances.
This is indeed very suitable for him now.
"Day and night should be clearly distinguished."
He closed his eyes, his power transcending the limitations of his body, his form becoming ethereal and transparent. A sun, a sun of his own imagination, shone once more on the land of the Eastern Continent after two eras, its sacred radiance purifying the filth and curses deeply rooted in the earth.
This scene was dazzling and captivating.
The residents of Silver City stared in disbelief at the miracle, all dropping what they were doing and prostrating themselves on the ground. It was unclear whether they were begging for the Creator's forgiveness, or expressing gratitude for the Creator's mercy. Most of them were trembling as they reached out their hands, worried that this was just a dream about to end. But even if it was a dream, they had never seen such a warm radiance before.
"The Sun" Derrick was also stunned by the sudden rise of the sun. As an extraordinary being of the Sun Path, he was more affected. For a moment, even his devout faith in Mr. Fool was shaken, and it seemed that only that sun remained in his heart.
This radiance is impartial and selfless. Whether it is a monster hiding in the darkness or a human struggling to survive in the ruins, as long as they emerge from the shadows, they can touch this energy. This light scorches the earth, and wisps of black mist are purified by the radiance.
On the other side of the Eastern Continent, in Moon City, the three priests guarding the barrier of the Western Continent exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with indescribable complexity and joy. Their prayers to the Creator could not be heard by anyone at this moment; their faith could only be offered to the sun in the sky.
On the desolate land of the Eastern Continent, a colossal figure that had been wandering like a ghost came to a halt. This was Bradel, the youngest son of the Giant King Ormir, the "God of Honor." He had been cursed for openly cursing the ancient sun god and died in the Great Cataclysm. His remains had been wandering the Eastern Continent ever since.
Until this moment, a burning gaze fell upon them, the sins were pardoned, the wandering of several eras came to an end, the massive skeleton collapsed with a crash, and the bones, where points of spiritual light gathered, seemed to merge into the light, drifting to the cemetery deep in the twilight forest.
Deep within the cemetery, the two bodies that had been violently dug open and lay outside the coffins were returned to their original positions, resting in their eternal sleep. The faint morning light coalesced into a tall figure covered in armor; the projection of the Giant King Ormir bowed slightly to the sun in the sky, offering a salute.
Even though only a few remnants of his spirit remained, the ancient god was still grateful that someone could help him, an ancient king who had long since fallen, collect the remains of his parents and bring the bones of his youngest son to this twilight-shrouded cemetery.
At this moment, dusk willingly vanishes before the sun.
In a secluded valley in the Eastern Continent, there stands a castle. Inside the castle, corpses are suspended in mid-air by threads of spirits—elf, giant, vampire, human, phoenix. Meanwhile, the Dark Wolf Cortal, who was inside the castle plotting how to digest the Celestial Veil in his hand, was terrified and his fur stood on end.
He immediately wanted to escape into the mists of history, and at that moment he felt that having only eight arms was far from enough, wishing he could have eighteen more legs.
But this is meaningless.
The Celestial Venerable Curtain was also very familiar to Xia'er, as it even bore his spiritual imprint.
The blazing sunlight transformed into a golden spear, and golden wings intertwined to form sacred wings. Even hidden in the mists of history, it could not escape this righteous judgment.
If anyone takes my things without my permission, it is a crime and cannot be forgiven!
Fleeing the scene of an accident is punishable by three degrees of severity!
"Dark Wolf" Kotal was terrified. He never imagined that the opponent's attack was ineffective even when hiding in the mists of history, as the opponent could even trace back through the mists of history.
He fled into the hidden history of the Third Age, but it was of no use. The secrets of the Third Age were no secret to the other party. He continued to flee, fleeing into the enigmatic Second Age, the Dawn Age, the Tranquil Age, the Twin Age, and the Age of the First Flame.