Soul of Burning Steel

No pain or joy will last longer than time.

　　 At dawn, the misty gray-white clouds were stained with a layer of gold by the first-born sunlight, bright, but not containing the slightest temperature of light pierced through the gaps in the clouds, but was swallowed by the darkness that covered the earth.

　　 In this rapidly advancing darkness, one can hear the sound of neat and uniform footsteps, the clang of friction and collision between the armors, but there is no sound of human communication.

　　 Continent of Grandia, the Southwest Wasteland, ushered in a group of silent visitors.

　　 The distorted wave of time and space slowly disappeared behind them, and these dark existences were transported from the remote northern sandy plateau with a breath of silence that did not belong to this land.

　　哐当. The sound of metal collision sounded, and the sun gradually became brighter. It pierced through the gray clouds and shining on this land. The scattered shadows in the wasteland immediately began to dissipate, and the darkness that originally shrouded the earth gradually began to disappear. The ablation reveals the existence after it.

　　 A unit that is as neat and uniform as a machine, and is extremely elite and heavily armored.

　　 The flag is flying, and the black metal full body armor is draped on every soldier in this army. The flail, heavy crossbow, cross sword and the throwing spear carried on their back are all well-worked and glowing with bloodthirsty cold light.

But the most surprising thing is that this group does not have the slightest vitality, and it did not dissipate due to the arrival of the sun. There is a circle of dim black circles above their heads, which contains power that is different from ordinary death shadows. , So that the sun cannot harm them.

　　 At the forefront of this troop, a warrior wearing a heavy armor with the head of a fierce dragon and carrying a giant dragon sword led the troop across the portal and marched on the land of the Southwest Wasteland.

　　 Any pain and joy will never be heavier than death.

　　 Chief Arman understands this deeply.

　　 As the deceased who has recovered from his long sleep, the general who once commanded the infinite army, no one knows better than him-time and death are so heavy that they can crush all spirits and make all glory pale.

Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, the predecessor of the Ulan Empire and the Gelug Empire, the Central Empire General Arman Fernand led his army to crusade against the dragons entrenched in the Overseas Dragon Island. Because of this unexpected raid, at the beginning Hundreds of dragons died, and then, under the command of Arman, the large army pressed the dragon’s activities and living space until the powerful general personally slashed the dragon patriarch of that generation. An ancient and glorious powerful race was almost completely extinct, and only a few descendants of dragon blood were left in the world.

Five hundred and fifty-three years later, the revived General Slaying Dragon took his reborn army and walked on this land. Their glory is no longer known, and their feats have become an understatement in the history books. , Just like the dragon clan who was slaughtered in the past and now forgotten, everything gradually returned to dust and silence under the sweep of time.

　　 And now, this army of the dead, once full of glory, is marching toward the wasteland with a firm step.

　　 Their goal is to clean up all the lives in it.

Since the shadow of death swept across the continent, all the forces in the Grantia world have collapsed under this endless intrusion. Most of the cities have been quickly breached or destroyed by themselves. Only those who fled to the deep mountains and old forests are left. The survivors remain, and the lives on the entire continent have been reduced by 90%. Shishijiukong is no longer an exaggerated adjective, but a fact.

　　 But even these survivors have recently been wiped out by the undead army that has gradually become active.

As the creator of all this, the Grand Commander Arman did not feel ashamed or hesitated, because all this was an order from'that person', and everything that'that person' said and did was nothing. There is no doubt that it is all justice.

　　 This is true even in wars, massacres and destruction of the world.

　　 But suddenly, the pace of the army stopped.

　　 The sound of the pace disappeared in an instant, leaving only the whistling of the wind to propagate in the atmosphere. The dawn sun completely penetrated the clouds and fog, allowing the world to be covered with light and flooded with warmth.

　　 The general wearing a dragon-head helmet put down his hand to signal the army to stop. He raised his head and looked at the endless wasteland.

　　 was able to notice that the two red flames behind the V-shaped gap in his helmet suddenly shrank into light spots, and the palms placed on the hilt of his waist couldn't help but clenched.

　　 Arman saw someone.

Above the wasteland, the grass and trees withered, and the earth was cracked by numerous cobweb-like gaps due to the drought, and a black-haired and red-eyed warrior with unspeakable coercion was standing on the plain without any shelter It seems to be waiting for their arrival.

　　 He is wearing black light armor, a tall silver great sword is pillared on the ground by his right hand, and his huge battle axe is carried on his shoulders, his face is calm and almost cold.

The majesty like the sun radiates the surrounding area for dozens of miles. This power makes the dawn in the sky also pale, making him the largest heat source in the world, scorching all the surrounding things, the dry grass is only incidental, only These undead around are the top priority.

　　Arman stood in front of his army, and the black circle on his head slowly turned, blocking the pure life energy radiating from the opponent's body. He suddenly knew that this was the goal of their trip.

　　 A peak powerhouse on the verge of the sanctuary, who may break through at any time!

　　 One who is equal to their current broken body, belongs to this declining world, the pinnacle power.

　　 "Are you that stranger."

General Long Kai’s voice was transmitted several kilometers away through the resonance of magical energy. He said in a tone that was so plain that it seemed that there was no emotion: "We have a list of the strongest people in the heavens that are left on the entire continent, especially the sky. At the peak of the realm, the strong who are close to the breakthrough are paid more attention to-and you are not among them."

　　 The warrior did not answer his words. Joshua didn't seem to want to communicate. He just gradually tightened the handles of the sword and the axe, and the majestic energy flowed in his body.

　　 But Arman didn't take it seriously. He seemed to have a different idea, so he said to himself: "Although I don't know, why did you come to this hopeless world."

　　 "But no matter what, you'd better return immediately, and don't get involved in the fight between us and the living."

　　 "That is not something that you people from other worlds can get involved in."

　　 There was a strong warning in these words, but there was no hostility at all. This attitude made Joshua also stunned, but then he shook his head, as if mocking the other party for thinking too much.

　　 I just do what I want to do.

The warrior slowly raised the great sword and great axe in his hand, and then gathered into a simple dragon hunting sword and gun in his hand. Holding the long handle of the sword and gun, he assumed a fighting posture and invited the opponent to fight. There was flame burning in his eyes, as if he was telling a truth.

　　——Only the winner is qualified to speak.

After that, he kept radiating toward the surrounding life energy, and began to shrink rapidly, rushing toward Joshua’s body, knowing that the other party is no less than Hellas, and may even have passed it. Existence, the soldier will never be careless, and will never leave any spare energy.

　　 "Want to fight?"

　　 On the other end, Arman, who understands the warrior’s thoughts, shook his head and sneered, “Sad, you don’t even know what you are facing.”

　　 The next moment, the general drew the long sword from his waist, clenched his fingers tightly, and stood in front of him.

A loud noise came from him, and with this thunderous roar, endless smoke and black gas gushed out from the gaps in the armor of the dragon armor general, and gathered on him and his army into an endless rune. The giant black circle formed with the totem, this circle links all the dead shadows together, as if they are integrated.

　　 "I am a titled sanctuary, Arman Fernand, the dragon-slaying general of the Central Empire, the fourth leader of the dead."

Under the control of this power, Liuyun changed, as if a pair of invisible hands was gathering all the energy between the world and the earth, and Arman’s voice became louder and louder. From the beginning it was just speaking in a flat voice. Like thousands of giant dragons roaring at the same time, the wind formed by sound waves swelled over the wasteland, making the clouds surging and the heavens and the earth pale, and everything seemed to be unable to violate his will.

　　 General Long Kai raised his head slightly, his eyes focused on Qiao Xiu's body, and his murderous intent suddenly broke out.

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　　 sonorous! All the undead standing behind Arman drew their weapons at this moment, and the blood-like light in their scarlet eyes became more and more intense, as if they were longing for the next killing and flesh and blood.

While silently, a huge and incomparable army **** phantom seemed to have awakened from the long sleep of the earth, and appeared from the void. This army **** phantom has no flesh and blood on its body, only pale bones, but it Wearing a dragon scale heavy armor, holding a bone-shattering warhammer and a split-armor long sword, he releases a **** murderous intent from all over his body, as if the grievances and curses that have killed millions of people are condensed in the armor of this army **** phantom Above, malicious ripples like black light appeared on its surface.

　　 Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, General Slaying Dragon gathered the strength of all armies to destroy the country and slay the dragons and fight the invincible taboo method [Lord of Armies], today is seen again!

　　 And his opponent, but only one person.

　　 "I am the army, and the army is me."

　　 "If you want to face me, you must face my military strength. If you want to kill me, you will kill us all."

Arman pointed his long sword at the silent warrior in front of him, and above the undead army, the phantom of the war **** who was comparable to the Titan also extended his long sword to point at the warrior. The fierce murderous intent seemed to solidify everything in the world. All creatures are slaughtered!

　　 And the soldier, his eyes lit up.

　　 He spoke out, the first sentence since the two came into contact.

　　 "Sounds, it's not difficult."