Soul of Burning Steel

Cataclysm 27 years, July 11th, night.

Northwest of the mainland, the former imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, the city of psionic energy, Getar

The vast sky is high above everything, and the endless bright stars and the gentle blue moon illuminate this dead land.

There is no vegetation here, only the gray-brown rocky plateau. Nearly endless black shadows wandering around the huge rocks of the Gatar Plateau with their scarlet and dull eyes. The mist is filled with mist, and you can see the sky. There are many powerful dead shadows that can fly, and seem to have self-will to guide the group of undead on the ground, so that they don’t have the slightest self-will to conform to a certain law, surround and guard the center of the plateau, that is covered in The magnificent capital in the mist.

The cold wind swept from the world level and whizzed across the Gatar Plateau. The severe cold and gravel carried the suffocating necromantic miasma, forming a **** dust storm that even the strongest of the heavens must frown. It seemed that the capital city Gaitar, which seemed to have been completely turned into ruins in the earthquake that seemed to tear the entire continent nearly thirty years ago, stood intact in this sandstorm.

In the dark city, there is no light, but with the thin starlight and dim moon, we can vaguely see that among the seemingly intact houses, there are groups of dark wriggles, making sounds that I do not know whether it is a scream or a spiteful curse. , The location of these residential buildings—or the location of the entire city’s architectural structures seems to have been greatly changed. They seem to have become part of a huge formation, guarding the city center. The seven huge towers that did not know when they stood Obelisk.

On the seven obsidian obelisks made of obsidian and some kind of exotic metal, the energy ray of black and purple is shining, and the layers are incomparably complex, as if the runes containing infinite mystery flash in accordance with the energy context. Located in the center of the city, it absorbs all the free energy in the entire Getar Plateau, and then supplies it to an unknown being.

Suddenly, there was a stern wind in the darkness.

In the deep dark city, a dark silver brilliance suddenly flashed. This light broke through from the manic sandstorm outside the city, and within a short second, it crossed nearly ten kilometers and reached the center of the city. Obelisk in the array.

The visitor was a swordsman. He was shrouded in a cloud of gray mist. He could not see his appearance, but he could see that there was a simple long sword slung around his waist. On the scabbard, there was The lightning flashed, releasing an aura of danger.

The swordsman stood on the obelisk with the huge number of'three' inscribed, and surging black and purple energy poured into his body, supplementing the energy he had recently consumed. Apart from that, the swordsman had nothing to spare. Act, just wait quietly.

And soon after.

A series of breaking air and abnormal sounds occurred.

A mage with seven crystal **** of different colors floating all over, and a sacred stone seeded with a shining red light on his chest, opened the gate of time and space and came to the obelisk with the huge number of'two' inscribed. on.

A warrior wearing a heavy armour of a fierce dragon head and carrying a giant dragon-slashing sword walked through the void and came to the obelisk with the "four" inscribed.

Along with the surging of a cloud of shadows, a person who can't see his appearance at all, and his sense of existence is so low that he doesn't pay attention to it. It is impossible to find the thin misty human form. I don't know when it condensed on the square engraved with the'five' The top of the pinnacle.

Riding an ender dragon, a spellcaster wearing a hooded robe, and a skeleton archer with only one bone left and holding a simple black iron longbow, they also came to the square tips of'six' and'seven' in turn. On the stele.

In the end, it was a knight.

The knight did not show any peculiar power, nor did he hide his appearance. This ordinary and ordinary-looking, old knight with long gray hair rode on his equally old, skinny war horse, taking one step with a staggering pace. Step by step across the dark fog-shrouded streets, where he passed, the wailing and cursing shadows in the houses suddenly stopped, and turned to painful and unwilling prayers. He stared at these shadows with a kind of compassion and kindness, but In the end, he just shook his head, causing the shadows to let out a disappointed sigh.

It took a long time for the knight to walk through this long stone road and came to the obelisk array. Under the gaze of the other six extremely powerful beings, he took his horse to volley step by step. Go to the top of the stone tablet with the number "one" inscribed.

No one expressed dissatisfaction, and even the fourth-ranked warrior in heavy armor and the seventh-ranked skeleton archer bowed respectfully.

"I called everyone here this time because there is an important matter to discuss with you, but before that, we need to summarize the latest information."

There was no nonsense. The knight used an unexpectedly loud voice that did not resemble him and said to the surrounding beings: "In the former Gelu Empire, around the Forest of Autumn Water in the Northwestern Missia Plain, there is a sanctuary, even The peak power that almost surpassed the sanctuary tore time and space, allowing a powerful existence from another world to descend."

"All the preparations of our plan are about to be completed, and only the final removal of obstacles and implementation is left. The coming of this foreigner is not at the right time. Now, all accidents must be eliminated."

When he said this, the old knight turned his head to look at the third-ranked swordsman: "I have asked the swordsman to send his men to investigate the situation. Is there any result?"

"No."

With his hands on his chest, the swordsman made a weak voice: "My men have not yet sent a message back, but he is the shadow of change, Lotz. I think he should be able to find information that can satisfy us."

"Then put this matter aside first."

The knight nodded, and this time he turned his head to look at the second-ranked Crystal Mage: "Is there any result in pursuing the dragonblood girl who holds the suspected Robe of Origin Saint?"

"No, my lord." The seven crystal **** floating around lightly danced in mid-air, forming one after another weird runes and formations. The caster slightly bent over and replied, but his voice seemed to be Synthesized, like a machine: "The power of the robe of the saint of origin is beyond my imagination. Its last explosion destroyed an entire army of dead shadows. I have sent my three crystal puppets to chase. But the Lord of Anchuan blocked them."

"Did the Lord of Anchuan shelter her, then there is really no way."

It seems that he understands the opponent's power very well, and a little miss flashes in the knight's eyes: "You may not understand its true power. Don't conflict with it for the time being. We need to gather strength."

Afterwards, the knight asked all other recent information about the existence in turn, and no one expressed dissatisfaction, and they all answered truthfully.

Until the end, the knight nodded slightly, and he said calmly: "Very well, everything is still planned."

Afterwards, he simply said: "The important thing for inviting you to gather this time is that I have successfully restored the call of the Ulan Empire and the method of'controlling' the heroic spirits, and made certain improvements according to our situation. "

When he said this, all the seven powerful beings sneered disdainfully, and even the swordsman, who had never been emotionally fluctuating, shook his shoulders.

They were not laughing at the words of the old knight, but at the Ulan Empire.

If it weren't for this lack of greed, intending to reverse the taboo of life and death, and intending to forcibly control the arrogant empire of heroic spirits that have gathered countless people's beliefs, how could they reappear on this land?

"The world of Grantia is a world without belief in gods." The spellcaster who was riding in the ender dragon laughed softly. His voice came from under his hood, unexpectedly young: "With the one I went there. The other worlds are completely different. All the beliefs are concentrated in the ancestors and heroes. If they want to control me... they have to oppose the whole world and the will of all human beings."

The warrior in heavy armor also sneered in a low and vague voice: "I can't help myself."

The old knight seemed to have anticipated the thoughts of others, so after everyone stopped laughing, he spoke again: "After restoring this method, our next goal is the southwest region, which is firmly protected by the four major human resistance forces. The voice of the knight who lived in the'Tomb of the Holy One~www.novelmtl.com~, with a trace of ethereal at this time: "The sages and heroes of the past, our old friends, and even our'myself', are buried there. ,. "

Suddenly, on the Fifth Stone Tablet, the foggy figure suddenly whispered something that no one knew clearly.

But the old knight heard it, and he responded clearly: "Yes, we don't have the power to attack the past frontally for the time being."

"So, first of all, we must first eliminate the scattered resistance forces spreading across the entire continent, so that the entire world, except for them, is us."

When the old knight said this, he gently touched the spear hung on the flanks of the horse under him. There was an almost imperceptible smile in his voice: "Then, cut off their source of information. , To block the sources of food and water, rob the raw crystal ore, and pollute the upstream water quality."

The seventh-ranked skeleton archer, the soul fire in his eyes flickered, it clenched the longbow in his hand, and the heavy-armored warrior, ranked fourth, couldn't help holding the hilt of the greatsword behind his backhand. He seemed extremely expectant.

Other powerful beings, although they can't see their expressions clearly, and don't have any actions, but their aura is very different from the dull feeling before.

Over the Gaitar Plateau, a thick mist surged, lightning snaking down from it, and finally submerged in the dark sandstorm, turning into a flickering flame.

The pale light shines through the city that has long since turned into a dark dead zone, as if the day has finally fallen on this earth that has been submerged in the abyss for twenty-seven years.

"This is war."

Under the light of lightning, the old knight said so, his tone with a hint of relief that finally arrived.

"Twenty-seven years."

"The final battle is about to begin."