Soul of Burning Steel

Just when the sword of the Juggernaut was resplendent.

In the former Ulan Empire, there is an empty plain behind the last battlefield of the dead and the living.

The long wind whizzed through the mountains and forests, yellow fallen leaves carrying sand and gravel across the dry ground, a long decayed and broken flag stuck on the ground, hunting and hunting in the wind, and an old man riding his scrawny war horse, Stand in front of the flag.

The old knight wears an old armor that looks like broken copper and rotten iron. The leather between the armor piece and the armor piece seems to have rotted, leaving only a thin layer of ribs connected, as if it had just been dug out from the grave. . But even so, the old man’s back stood upright like the straightest pine, and the old horse’s posture was as steady as a statue. Even if the earth trembled and shook, the sky shook and thunder could not make it any more. Shaking.

At this time, above the sky, the sun went out, all the brilliance dissipated, and the deadly cold spread across the world.

The old knight was not moved. He just watched all this quietly, watching the wind and the surging, the sun and the moon were dim, and the gray pupils were full of memories.

The cold wind was like a thread rolling across the plain. He seemed to have seen it. Before seeing a long time, there was a warm wind blowing across this land, making the lush green grass undulate like waves. When cows and sheep bowed their heads to gnaw grass leaves, Children with shepherds follow the saint and listen to her teachings.

But everything passed. The old knight came back to his senses, all the illusions of the past disappeared, the saint was indistinct, his smiling face seemed to be broken like glass, the warmth of the past has disappeared, and now only the power of the dead shadow is flowing between the heaven and the earth. .

And he is one of them.

The old knight suddenly raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the other side of the mainland. There, a golden sword light straddled the sky, slashing the clouds and the starry sky together. The mountains fell and the land fell, and countless dead shadows were there. This sword light was destroyed and turned into nothingness that did not exist, and his subordinate, the third-ranked powerful swordsman, was also wiped out in this blow.

"Arain Astoria."

He nodded slightly on the horseback, and said with some emotion: "It's really a dazzling sword light, it's worthy of being the strongest swordsman in the history of Grantia."

It is indeed well-deserved.

But the old knight did not continue to pay attention. He turned his head to look forward again, at the end of the plain.

There, there was a red dark glow walking across the earth, in the center of the dark red light, the man came all the way, sweeping the undead for thousands of miles. Millions of troops tried to intercept it, but they all returned without success and were defeated by the Xeon's force.

That is exactly what he is waiting for. Waiting for a thousand years of existence.

The scrawny war horse neighed softly, seeming to be looking forward to it. For some reason, the old knight was in a trance for a moment.

Back in time, back to the scene a thousand years ago, the sage holding a scepter stood in the middle of the plain. His figure was a little illusory. He looked at this new and prosperous world and countless people living peacefully in it. With a trace of firmness that will never change the decision.

"Cynthia, give hope first, then destroy hope, it hurts more than giving despair at the beginning."

The sage whispered to the sage who was kneeling on the ground behind him. He could not hear any emotion in his tone. I didn't know whether it was a reproach or a reminder: "Are you ready to take on everything?"

The elf with Fanxing's surname nodded firmly, and responded with a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, teacher, I'm ready for everything."

The sage turned his head slowly, looked at the shepherd child who was secretly observing here, and smiled and said, "I have selected my students."

"He must be able to fulfill my wish."

The long wind blows the flowing clouds.

The harsh wind echoed above the wasteland, as if the world was crying.

The old knight remained indifferent, and scene after scene flashed before his eyes-once the first newborn born in this world, now the shepherd child is receiving the teachings of the saint on the grassland, and he has learned the most extraordinary in the world After decades of martial arts and knowledge, the descendants of the 103,000 ancestors in the world were unified, creating the first and largest empire in the world, and establishing great achievements that ordinary people can't imagine.

Then the founding emperor of the Central Empire, the hero of the heroes, just watched his teacher die before his eyes.

"Akhar, don't be sad, I am just one with this world, and I will always be with you ever since."

Lying on the bed, still as beautiful and young as a few decades ago, the young elves stretched out his hands and stroked the faces of his students, and then gradually turned into stars in the sky, blending with the world, an expressionless middle-aged man. He could only grasp the empty bedding underneath, even if the blood vessels had been squeezed and burst by himself, he didn't loosen it for a while.

Only the last voice of the saint echoed in his ears.

"Don't forget your mission, please let everyone be redeemed."

"I haven't forgotten."

Thousands of years later, the founding emperor of the Central Empire who had recovered from the death, Akhal Akayev whispered to himself: "But let you down, teacher, not everyone can be saved."

Cowardly people may not be cowardly forever, but brave people may not be brave forever. Old knights can make their knights and armies fearless of death, but they cannot let this spirit pass on forever. There will always be escape and betrayal in this world, even if it is promised. A big empire, a seemingly indestructible cause, will also be overthrown in one after another conspiracy and betrayal.

The old founding emperor did not lose to aging and time, but was killed by a glass of poisoned wine served by the maid. The old knight didn’t care which of his sons could not wait to take the throne, but he was indeed disappointed. .

Even the loved ones cannot be trusted, so what else is there to believe in in this world? Even the descendants of the children will betray, so what beliefs in the world can hold?

Until a thousand years later, when the old knight was awakened by the power of the Ulan Empire, his heart was still full of disappointment, so with the preparation he had already prepared, he did not hesitate to start the last steps left by the sage, let this The world is at the end of the day.

Until now, this concept has changed a little.

In the distance, the four holy cities, under their leadership, the last human beings fight with an endless army of undead with supreme courage and will. The old man incarnation of the machine and the spellcaster who controls the crystal are chasing in mid-air, huge. The vines entangled the summoned Ice Bone Dragon, the dwarf warrior wrestled with the invisible misty figure in the center of the battlefield, while the giant held a sword and blocked the arrows shot by the archer who already had a physical body.

At the last moment of life and death, on the eve of the world's impending destruction, the stubborn heart was finally beaten by a hammer called despair, bursting with light enough to make people look admirable.

Look, teacher, this is the light you look forward to. Even the descendants of betrayers will have such courage and determination one day.

But all this has nothing to do with the old knight. Akhal raised his head and looked at the end of the plain, where a warrior was striding over.

This is a black-haired and red-eyed warrior. He is holding a dragon hunting spear. Rocks and dust surround him as if they have lost gravity. The power of steel that has shaped this world trembles because of the warrior’s will, sending out a long and mighty force. The sound of the horn.

Countless undead chased behind him, but they were still unable to break through an invisible barrier to get close to his body.

"I have been waiting for you, the successor of the sage."

Loudly laughed, the old knight drew up the flag from the ground. Now it seems that it is not a flag, but a long lance. The blade of the gun is pulled from the mud and the damaged flag surface is rolled and wrapped. At the rear of the lance, Akhal urged the old horse under him and slowly approached the soldier.

"The short history of Grantia will end here. I know what you are thinking, and I know what you want to explore."

The lance was burning-along with the old knight and the war horse, a golden red flame lit up from the decaying flag, and then immediately enveloped Akhal and his mount, followed by a wanton neigh. A strong war horse with muscles like steel, brought its young master out of the raging flames and returned to the world.

It seems to have spanned a whole thousand years.

The broken armor is now intact. The previously cracked armor pieces are now as smooth as new. The silver-gray steel is connected by dragon tendons. The old knight is no longer holding the sharp Oliha steel spear, burning in his gray pupils. With the raging fire, space and energy condensed beside him at this time, turning into invisible barriers.

The first commander of the undead, Akhal Aliyev raised his lance, and the arc flashed across, breaking the clouds. He calmly said to the warrior who was not far away: "Just defeat me, you will know All the truth, master the fate of this world."

And on the opposite side of him.

The soldier nodded seriously.

"I mean it."

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At this time, the edge of the plain spanned almost a small half of the continent, and Joshua, who swept all the way, stared at the center of the barren plain~www.novelmtl.com~ the lone knight.

The extremely strong horses and the knights wearing silver armors are like stone statues that will never be destroyed. They stand there like mountain peaks. Although they are only one person and one rider, they are more terrifying and more powerful than the undead army that crushes everything behind the warriors. .

The wind blew, causing the rock surrounding the warrior to sway, Qiao Xiuya narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes blurred.

——Multiverse, the world is billions and billions, why choose me from the endless sea of ​​people to come here, to the Mycroft continent, to this world?

Maybe to put everything back on track.

Perhaps it is to change a desperate future.

Or maybe, there is one, or many things that only I can accomplish.

Changing the future, changing destiny, strangling the throat called ‘destined’, and reversing the trajectory called ‘necessity’, these may be the reasons why he stood here.

But regardless of him, soldiers never think deeply about this.

Qiao Jinglin of the world once, Joshua Van Radcliffe of Mycroft, can't think about this kind of thing-he only knows that in the face of chaos and despair, human beings should fight unremittingly and never retreat.

This is his truth.

And now, the soldier has just defeated the endless undead, and in front of the soldier is a powerful enemy who has walked out of the long river of history. He knows all this, and only knows all this.

that's enough.

"Holy sage."

Shouting the name of the person who caused all this, Qiao Xiu raised the sword and spear in his hand, spiraling energy before it, and he pointed the spear and spear at the knight who was accelerating and charged towards him, expressing heartfelt emotions. .

"You are worth a fight."

[Level of power liberation: 99%]

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