Soul of Burning Steel

Joshua once said that he wanted to reverse all this. He couldn't just sit idly by, and couldn't remain indifferent. These words were sincere and not false, but could helping these survivors drive out the shadows of death to reverse the decline of world destruction? Can help these fighters fight and kill their enemies to save all living beings? No, people have their own paths. These fighters fighting in the holy city don't need such superficial help to hinder them. They are burning their hearts, so they don't need to do anything.

What Joshya needs is to go to the source, the place where the Shadow Scourge originated, the Ulan Empire's capital, Gethar, to find all the truth there.

The number of the army of dead shadows is too large, and even the field of vision ahead is blocked. At this time, the warrior will take action, swinging a great sword or a great axe, and cutting out a light blade. The dim light only flickers for a moment, and it is several kilometers ahead. All the dead shadows in the place were swept away, countless soul imprints were absorbed by the soul, and they could no longer be reborn in the dark mist.

--Too much.

This is Joshua’s inner thoughts. The soul cannot absorb the complete soul, but can only absorb the soul fragments that died in the hands of Joshua, but at this moment, the endless army of dead shadows represents the endless soul fragments. Such a huge amount of soul is inhaled, so that the soldiers themselves don't know what the consequences will be, but this is a necessary step to march into the deepest lair of the dead.

In the depths of the dark soul abyss, countless crystalline fragments wailed and cursed, making noises without the slightest sense of reason. But at this time, with a steady stream of soul fragments pouring in, the original fragments were stacked by them. It became a towering mountain. These soul fragments were originally the smallest components of the soul, but with this accumulation of speed and weight, the mountain peaks began to spontaneously compress and condense layer by layer, and finally collapsed, forming a small black core.

This dead black orb is suspended in the very center of the soul abyss, like a bottomless ruins, actively absorbing all the soul fragments in the soul abyss and assimilating it into a part of itself.

At the same time, Corolla Fortress, on the observatory in the center of the city, the old man in the structure assimilated with the whole city looked into the distance, the place where the light shone.

"The power near the sanctuary..."

He muttered to himself in a somewhat unbelievable way: "But how is it possible?"

Since 27 years ago, it has been impossible for a new Sanctuary-level existence in the world of Grantia. Even the former Sanctuary-level powerhouses must seal part of their strength and suppress themselves to the peak of the heavens. .

This is because the whole world is gradually dying and returning to silence. The power of the Sanctuary level communicates with the entire world, and even connects to the most original power of the world. The gradual destruction of the Grandia continent will naturally affect these existences that are most closely connected to the world, and continue to cooperate with this deadly silent original power. One, it will make oneself fall into dead silence.

This kind of influence is even more obvious to the strong. It is precisely because the old man was a step slower and was infested by the breath of death, so he could only replace the dead body with a construct and make himself a semi-machine life. Exist, and other sanctuary powerhouses have also encountered similar problems, but they have also used various methods to get around.

However, this does not mean that in the world of Grantia, it is impossible to break through the sanctuary realm. It just means that because of this deadly environment, when the strong breaks or uses the power of the sanctuary, it is the time of death.

Joshua didn't know this.

But even if he knew it, he wouldn't care at all.

70%, 71%, 72%, 73%... The numbers advance little by little, as he constantly absorbs the free energy from the surrounding atmosphere because of the broken shadows, the progress bar is constantly moving towards Go ahead one hundred percent.

At this time, the soldier was just wondering. He had been walking in the army of dead shadows for most of the day, beheading hundreds of thousands of dead shadows, but why didn't someone like Arman come to stop him? ?

Where are the leaders of the undead?

In the distance, on the southeastern edge of the mainland, surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds and vast mountains, a huge mountain range that is like a giant lying lying on this land is buried.

Enveloped in shadow and darkness, the powerful swordsman ranked third among all undead leaders stood between the clouds and mist, with his eyes closed, beside him, the wind seemed to be still, the atmosphere was frozen, there was no sound in the world, the world There was a dead silence.

He did not cover his face at this time, he could see the face hidden in the dark before.

This is a plain, uncharacteristic face, but it is such a face that can be said to be submerged in a sea of ​​people, but it reveals a sharp aura that seems to be able to pierce and tear everything, even if he closes it. His eyes did not move, but the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains was chopped by invisible blades from nowhere, turning them into mists and light rain.

The swordsman stood on the cloud, seeming to be waiting for someone to arrive.

And soon after, a stream of light flew out of a small town at the top of a mountain that seemed to be cut off horizontally.

The old hero Alain also stood in the clouds, staring at the leader of the dead shadow in front of him.

"Brother."

The low voice echoed in the high air, as if the statue-like black swordsman finally moved. He slowly raised his right hand and stroked it on the hilt on the left side of his body. The swordsman was so indifferent as if there was nothing. The slightest emotional tone said: "You are so tied to this town, you are really ashamed of the sword in your hand."

"The reason why I practice, practice swords, draw swords, is to protect the one I love."

The old swordsman shook his head calmly at this time, and Alein replied blankly: "Unlike you, my head is stubborn, and I don't yearn for the supremacy of swordsmanship at all. They are my everything, and there is no bondage. ."

"Stubbornness, the same as before."

The undead commander narrowed his eyes, and he whispered: "It seems that you still won't make a move this time, right? Just like the last time I killed the teacher, you made a move...Even if the last war has started, you still I don’t think about saving the world with my own power, but staying where I am, like a hen protecting the nest."

The old swordsman was silent for a long time. He looked towards the direction of the tomb of the saint, where black clouds entangled and half of the continent sank into darkness, and then he looked behind him again. This is a peaceful town where countless people are living. The town looked up nervously at this scene, and warned in the other direction.

In the other direction, at his feet, it was densely packed with forces of the dead, enough to occupy the mountains and rivers, and they were slowly advancing, surrounding the town. The Shadow Swordsman brought his troops to the other side of the mainland and confronted his awakened heroic brother.

"look."

The dead shadow swordsman noticed the gaze of the heroic spirit. He turned his head and looked to the southwest of the mainland, and together with the other side, he looked at the deep darkness that was condensing on the other side of the mainland. In the corners of the mainland, try to protect these weak with your strength, and wait for the fisherman's benefit when the two are gone."

"And because of these weak people, in front of me, you dare not even draw your sword-what right do you have to call yourself a swordsman? It's really mean and weak, so shameless that it makes me sick."

Having said a lot, but didn't see any reaction from the other party, the third leader of the dead shadow sighed with disappointment. He said boringly, "It seems that I can only force you to take action."

As he said, his hand was placed on the hilt of the sword.

"..."

The old swordsman had been silent listening to the opponent’s sarcasm and was silent, but when he saw the opponent’s hand on the hilt, he trembled and let out an exclamation in shock. Then, the old swordsman pressed his hand on the hilt. At the same time, he immediately turned his head, seeming to want to say something to the residents of the town.

Run!

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he didn't have time to make a sound.

Because a roar came from the ground.

"shut up!"

In the town of Araene, an old man heard the words of the Shadow Swordsman in the sky, and he suddenly glared. This old man who looked almost as old as his ancestors angrily pulled himself out of the scabbard on his waist. The Sabre when he was young, shouted angrily: "You are not allowed to insult the glory of your ancestors!"

And one after another roars also came from the town, sweeping like a wave.

"Don't worry about us, ancestors! Do it!"

"What is our fortune?! After so many years have passed, even if we have to protect our ancestors, it's not worth it!"

The townspeople, who were originally terrified because the army of the dead were approaching, seemed to have been ignited with explosives, and one by one they uttered a roar that they would never utter before, and the person in front was a scared female knight, female knight Davian. Standing by the old man, glaring at the sky and said: "The Astorea family has no cowards! Dead man, draw the sword! Even if it is death, we will never cower!"

And the next moment, the old man beside the female knight got rid of the support of the people around him and walked to the edge of the town wall. He looked directly at the endless army of dead shadows that was slowly coming in, clenched his fingers, and put the sword in front of him. , The old man was almost exhausted, and said loudly in a pious tone: "I am the descendant of the seventeenth generation of Sword Sage Alain Astoria! The light of the blade, the glory is immortal! My life is endless, My sword is not broken!"

He turned his head to look at the people in the town, and said angrily: "What are you waiting for?! The descendants of the Juggernaut! We are the one who dragged the footsteps of our ancestors!"

"Draw your sword!"

Above the sky, the old swordsman who was about to let them escape quickly was stunned.

Because afterwards, everyone in the entire town, whether it is young, middle-aged, man, woman, old man or child, except for all the infants who cannot move, all the people who are proud of the name of the descendants of the Juggernaut-all draw their swords!

"The light of the blade, the glory is immortal!"

"My life is endless, my sword is not broken!"

All of them roared like this with the inscription engraved on their family crest.

These villagers who have been struggling to survive in the last days for nearly 30 years, no matter how difficult it is, never a day have forgotten to practice swordsmanship, the villagers are proud of their surnames from the bottom of their hearts.

Therefore, in order to maintain this glory, they drew their swords. These swordsmen even opened the gates of the town, took the initiative to attack, rushed to several times, dozens of times as much as themselves, and can even be said to be a vast and boundless army of undead like the sea.

No one backed away, and no one fled.

The old swordsman stood high in the sky, watching his blood descendants rushing from under his feet to the battlefield, rushing to death, but he was stopped here by his junior, unable to stop, and unable to stop.

This is their courage and glory.

A faint light of magic energy was released from the blade, and the wind and thunder shook the atmosphere, breaking the atmosphere. The strength of the residents in Yaleen Town was not weak. Under their impact, even the undead army also appeared in chaos, one after another. The silver-white sword light flickered in the darkness, filling the air with the sound of sneer breaking through the sky. Thousands of dead shadows were beaten to fly ashes and returned to the earth in the sound of such breaking air.

But how can villagers with hundreds and fewer than a thousand make waves in the sea? After a period of riots, the endless shadows who resumed their actions drowned these swordsmen in an instant, cutting off the back path they could not use.

Swinging his sword out of bursts of anger, and fighting for a long time, a male swordsman finally exhausted under the siege of countless dead shadows. The dying man spilled blood and fell to the ground, but watching the swarming enemies, he suddenly Struggling to get up, swinging the last sword to cut the dead shadows surrounding dozens of people into two. But in the end, he was swallowed by endless shadows and disappeared into the darkness.

——My ancestors, we are your descendants, and the blood flowing in the blood is the blood of heroes who will never give in.

A voice suddenly rang in the old swordsman's mind. It was the voice of a man who believed in the heroic spirits who had guarded them for thirty years since the end of the world.

--Yup.

A female voice followed closely. It was the voice of another dead female swordsman. This voice was very young, but she did not regret her death, but was full of regret and hope.

——So there is no need to help us, we...want to see you, once a hero.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

however,

The tears of the soul fell.

however.

The sword in his hand is clenched tightly.

The old swordsman-the heroic spirit-the former slayer of the earth-splitting sword sage Alain Astorea firmly grasped the sword in his hand, facing the imposing vigor in front of him, the younger brother who seemed to be able to attack at any time, the shadow of death The third commander, the heroic spirit closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling and calm the agitated heart.

The world is as short as dew. I know that this kind of battle is meaningless. It's just a futile death. I also know that all you have to do is to escape. It is clear that you can live as long as you don't fight, as long as you become the last in the world. One hundred and three thousand people will do.

enough.

But there is always something that surpasses death and can never be avoided or betrayed.

Endless power seemed to gush from the depths of his heart. Alain opened his eyes, and the body, which was originally composed of countless rays of light, suddenly began to fluctuate rapidly. It seemed as if the tens of thousands of light particles that made up his body were moving rapidly. The explosion, split, and a powerful force that surpassed the volcanic eruption and eclipsed the tsunami skyward erupted from his body, rapidly spreading toward the high sky in all directions.

The old swordsman also held his hand on the hilt, and pulled out the long-silent holy sword from its sheath.

"Sanctuary——"

The Shadow Swordsman who had been watching all this in silence suddenly let out an exclamation, and he roared: "How dare you?!"

"Why don't I dare?"

In this **** wind, in this corpse mountain and sea of ​​blood, in this wanton flowing blood of blood relatives, the sword sage laughed out loud, and then-drew his sword, cut it down! ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Immediately, the mountains fell, and the earth cracked the abyss. .

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