Soul of Burning Steel

Imperial Capital Royal Mage Association, President's Office.

"Listening to your request, I can probably guess your purpose."

Behind the table, the old mage of the newly legendary Pusheng can distinguish the consistency of the space-time coordinates and the remaining fluctuations in only a tenth of a second. He raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him, frowned and said, "You are going to the abyss. ?"

"Yes." Joshua replied simply, "I want to go."

"Nothing in this world can stop you." Nostradamus shook his head slightly, and he said helplessly: "As long as you want, you can do it, but I still have to make it clear."

When he said this, he leaned back on a comfortable chair, then stretched out his right hand and rubbed his forehead, seeming to recall something: "The abyss is very dangerous—for anyone, not just Legend, even the gods must be cautious in it."

Because that is a dead world. In that time and space where the decay is dissipating little by little, anything incredible and dangerous is possible. Even strong people who are already immortal can easily deepen. It's just like the two five-color dragon kings who disappeared many years ago.

"Listen, I know the two masters of Joshua, Barnier and William. At that time, there was Barnier's handwriting in the sky wave. They took the initiative to go to the abyss. It is impossible for the two legendary mages to enter without the slightest preparation Different world."

After thinking for a while, Nostradamus intends to continue to persuade the warrior, but as expected, Joshua looked so unmoved that he wanted to educate the opponent’s old mage with his rich life experience. Being able to shut his mouth, he shook his head with some regret: "Forget it, I can't stop you--yes, the breath is the same, and the teleportation target of that time-space fluctuation is the sixth floor of the abyss."

"Anyway, if you really want to go to the abyss, you must be careful. It is not the same as the normal world. It is the place where all the wreckage gathers, and all the dangers are in it."

"Thank you." On the other end, facing the old mage's nagging instructions, Joshua didn't feel impatient, he even showed a smile. After expressing a brief gratitude to Nostradamus, the soldier bowed his head and said in a low voice to what he was holding in his hands: "Let's go, and remember to lead the way when the time comes."

The Balrog Syndicate, who was reprinted in a half-human high transparent cylindrical crystal jar, looked at the two legendary powerhouses in front of him with all thoughts and discussed how to go to the abyss. In his heart, he felt that the big thing was not good, but the power was sealed for most of it, it did not break away. The possibility of this "cage" can only escape reality and curl up into a slime-like ball, praying-well, it is a demon, and praying is not easy for anyone.

Joshua’s actions are always vigorous and resolute. Under Nostradamus’s perception, the legendary soldier who walked out of the company and his black dragon mount took the imprisoned Balrog and left neatly. The old mage didn’t even see a trace of thinking in this person’s actions. He seemed to have determined his actions and even the trajectory of his life a long time ago, and since then, he has never hesitated to carry it out. .

Slowly getting up from the big chair covered with soft cashmere cushions, Nostradamus came to the window of the Royal Mage Association's company. He watched the warrior's back like this until the opponent left the city and left the imperial capital circle. He also left the scope of his perception, and then softly said to himself: "It is always difficult for humans to understand each other."

The old mage knew this for a long time, just as those nobles would never understand him, and he would never understand the nobles.

A commoner becomes a strong man because of various accidents and struggles, so he should join the upper class, become a part of the nobility, and become the new upper class, and then in order to maintain his status and the privileges of descendants, Then block the ascent channels of other civilians.

What a foolishness.

In this multi-universe full of darkness and evil, they hold the inheritance that can make most people become extraordinary, but they don’t try their best to think for everyone in the world. Instead, they single-mindedly suppress their own race and ignore the diversity. The countless threats and horrors in the universe focus on the trivial area of ​​one acre and three quarters in front of them, blocking the possibility of the future for the inheritance of meaningless tiny rights. This kind of short-sightedness, this kind of aristocratic thinking logic, old people cannot understand.

This is just the simplest part of the logical conflicts. In fact, all the conflicts are enough to write a two million-word paper. The logical conflicts in all aspects of human beings are endless, just like the old master does not understand Isley that much. The means by which he cultivates offspring is like he has been unable to understand Joshua's mode of action.

But the difference between these two people is not annoying.

Human beings are also interesting because of these differences.

Unlike the nobles, Nostradamus admires them, so he is willing to help them.

In fact, it is not all because of this reason. Thinking of this, the old mage looked away from the window, smiled and sat back behind his desk, then closed his eyes, and his thoughts escaped into the void.

More importantly, he wanted to see what kind of situation the young legendary warrior would stir in the long-silent abyss in the multiverse soon.

At the same time, accompanied by the screams of the abyss magic book, on the deserted grassland outside the imperial capital, Joshua once again used brute force to open the Book of Ibonne, forcing it to open the rift in the summoning time and space leading to the abyss. .

The deadly, depressed, atmosphere full of sulphur burnt smell and rich radiation toxins instantly gushes out of the long and narrow space-time channels, and the abyss with relatively high air pressure continuously sprays huge amounts of poisonous gas, causing the surrounding large spring green grasslands to suddenly brown and wither , Although the Balrog contained in the jar could not sense the changes in the outside atmosphere, it still subconsciously squirmed its highly poisonous radiant body, wanting to get back to its'hometown'.

And neither the warrior nor the black dragon girl standing beside him had a face that didn't matter, the sulfur and toxins in the abyss were not worth mentioning to them. With a wave of Qiao Xiu's hand, these auras full of chaos and death immediately dissipated like natural enemies, no longer surging, and the yellow ground instantly returned to emerald green.

"Let's go." He said, and then holding the Balrog, took the lead into the crack of time and space-in the middle, Joshua seemed a bit disgusted that the passage was too small, so he kicked, and the crack of time and space suddenly expanded obediently. It's more than half.

It feels no different from inside a volcano.

After the cracks in time and space expanded, the black dragon girl followed the warrior with a happy expression on her face. She thought with excitement: No wonder the master only took me out this time, and I will definitely envy Dead Firefly and Rin when I go back!

Just when one person, one dragon and one demon disappeared in the cracks of time and space, this inconspicuous passage quickly closed, leaving no trace on the Mykrov continent.

When Joshua crossed the cracks in time and space and stepped on the gray-black ground made of black gravel and highly toxic mulch, his whole body trembled slightly, and the warrior body shone with a faint light silver electric arc. The'Power of Steel' was responding to the existence of certain things, but it wasn't until the black dragon girl also stepped through the space-time passage and the crack closed that Qiao Xiu nodded slightly, and then closed her eyes.

Time is tracing back in his brain, light and shadow are intertwined in his spirit, countless illusions, or images of the past, flicker in his consciousness.

The world was frozen in a winter seven thousand years ago.

At that time, the black gravel was still fertile soil, and the poisonous earth was still vibrant jungles and grasslands. At the top of a hill that Joshua didn’t know, he looked at a city not far away—the spiral bulge. The metal spires and cobweb-like translucent pipes make up this magnificent city, and the intelligent life of the hexapod man with the carapace built it. The top of the metal spire is submerged in the clouds, and there are shuttle-shaped vehicles in the pipe that shuttle up and down. They connect every corner of the city, like blood vessels.

At this moment, the world is still thriving. All kinds of creatures that warriors have never seen live in the vibrant grasslands and jungles. The civilization of the insects and nature are integrated. They use the heat of the underground magma to spur the operation of huge steel machines. , To build one after another magnificent buildings like a honeycomb, everything is so stable, everyone is full of hope for the future.

At the same moment, undercurrents are surging among civilizations. In order to compete for world leadership, several large worm nations are not hesitating to provoke wars in every corner of this peaceful continent. They use proxies to fight against each other and engage in an arms race frantically. One after another terrifying war machinery was manufactured and then mounted on the most advanced weapons, and the world war was about to start.

So time is frozen here. At this time, civilization is still not extinguished, there is still hope in the world, the land is fertile, the jungle is verdant, the air is exuding the refreshing fragrance of plants and trees, and there are unknown birds flying in the sky.

This scene of their peaceful life was engraved in the history of this world by the power of steel, and it will last forever.

But Joshua stared at this world. Under the guidance of the resonance of the power of steel, his gaze penetrated the entire paused illusion, looking towards the'future' that the solidified world would never come, that is, this piece of land seven thousand. The'past' years ago.

The howling warhead came down, huge mushroom clouds rose up in the spiral spires of the city, the solid metal building festered and fell like melting ice cream under the high temperature, and countless high-strength glass pipes were blown away by the terrifying shock wave. Turned into crystal fragments flying all over the sky, countless insects were killed in an instant, and the remaining ones died in the heat and poison. The originally prosperous cities turned into huge lava pits.

Thick black clouds were formed out of thin air in just a few seconds, thunderclouds rolled, lightning storms raged, thick thunder pillars rained down, and violent electric currents killed all living creatures, destroyed all high-precision metal objects, and destroyed all The remnants of civilization were completely wiped out, and even a single microbe could not survive on this earth full of the smell of ozone.

The weird plague spreads, death spreads in silence, without any dazzling light and shadow, nor any thrilling process. The end of a city is just a few coughs, which are not simply coughs, and the second one where everyone is bedridden. In the early morning, there are no longer any living objects other than microbes in the metal spire, and there is no longer any shuttle-shaped vehicle operating inside the busy pipeline in the past.

Thousands of worms died in a sudden, mutually destructive war. Their civilization and world were destroyed by their own hands. The survivors hated them, but they didn’t know who to confide in. The survivors were uneasy. , The destruction of the wasteland made them all silent.

They can only struggle to survive, reproducing painfully from generation to generation in the world they have destroyed. One thousand years have passed, two thousand years have passed, and the world continues to degenerate to the deepest part of the multiverse. They have also mutated into what they have never been. As expected, in the third millennium, a new layer was added to the bottomless abyss, and a new member appeared in the almost endless category of demons.

All this happened in just one thousandth of a second. This short time couldn't even make people do anything, but for the warrior, he watched the destruction of a civilization.

Joshua opened his eyes, his eyes still bright, like flames.

The warrior did not hate or like these illusions. He raised his head and stared at the barren wasteland plain in front of him. This is the common sight of most of the world in the abyss. Joshua put his arms around his chest and glanced silently. In this world, scenes from seven thousand years ago overlap with scenes after seven thousand years. He seemed to understand something, but shook his head again.

Joshua Van Radcliffe. Legendary warrior, surrogate of the power of steel, heir to the sage.

King of Burning Soul.

Knowing the past and destruction of a world is originally the responsibility of the Soul Burning King-the bearer of the world. No matter which world he goes to, where he goes to the corner of the multiverse, things will not change at all. The world that is still thriving will show off. The most prosperous aspect of civilization was shown to him, while the ruined world was lamenting, reappearing with the scene of self-destruction, admonishing all civilizations that still exist.

Joshua suddenly remembered the words of the **** of power.

Don't be merciful. The words that the hard **** of justice said not long ago reappeared in his heart. Don't be merciful, because this is arrogance. Faced with the destruction and end of wisdom brewed by the wisdom itself, no one, or even God, can pretend to have mercy and salvation. The human beings who are still alive only need to carefully learn the lesson and warn themselves.

They are already demons.

However, even so, the soldier couldn't help but think of the saints.

The kind-hearted young man who wanted to save all living beings, the one who grew up into a young man who used tough methods to seek peace, and the sage who quietly watched the development of civilization and the world.

In the last scene, an old man stands in front of the endless passage of time and space. He stands in front of the world and sentient beings, leading the gods against endless evil.

he. Qiao Xiu couldn't help but think. If it was him, if it was a sage, if it was this person who also possessed the power of the Soul Burning King, what would he think?

Don't know, so curious.

Joshua had never been so curious about a person, so he wanted to try to experience the idea that had long disappeared beyond the multiverse.

The saints once went to the abyss and obtained the prototype of the Azure Orb.

Therefore, the soldiers have to go to the abyss once.

"Syndicate, come out."

Throwing out the crystal jar in his hand, Joshua lifted the seal and released the Balrog, and the painful syndicate that was stuffed in the jar immediately turned into a red light and burst out, originally like an ooze monster. The black sticky body immediately ignited a raging fire, transforming it into a pure flame human form.

It stands to reason that the Balrog should escape as much as possible at this time, out of the control of the warrior, but it couldn't help not doing so, and kneeled respectfully before Joshua was alive, waiting for the other party's order.

"This is the sixth abyss, the molten sea and hell." Scanning the surrounding earth, the soldier quickly analyzed the abyss he was in, and he calmly issued the order: "I'm here this time to find someone—you I am more familiar with the abyss, and lead the way to find other demon territories."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Even though it is known that the opponent is actually a human, not a demon prince, the Balrog still calls Joshua according to the habits of the abyss, and at the same time, its simple mind is also Some thoughts are surging, so I am willing to obey the other party's words.

The warrior could of course see the idea of ​​a mere Balrog, but he didn’t care. After letting the Balrog first set out to find the way, Joshua turned his head to look at the black who had run out for hundreds of meters and was looking around curiously. Snapped his fingers.

And hearing the voice of her owner's permission~www.novelmtl.com~The black dragon girl suddenly uttered a cheer-accompanied by an astonishing wave of magical power and a huge roar that shocked the body and mind, there were ten floors and thirty or forty meters on one head. The giant black dragon appeared on the gray wasteland, and then let out an excited dragon roar.

"expensive--------"

When the black dragon groaned, Joshua had already stood on top of the black dragon’s head for some time, and the battle armor made from the power of steel appeared on his body, instantly covering his whole body. Under the helmet of the dragon head, he could see Two scarlet lights flashed, and the soldier stroked the sturdy and sharp horns of the black dragon beside him, and chuckled, "Let's go."

——Nostradamus does not understand the abyss.

The soldier thought so. What he knows most about the abyss is nothing more than some documents or brief communication when summoning demons, which is too superficial.

But he is different. He has been to the abyss, and he has been there many times. He knows how to move in the abyss, and he also knows how to find people in the strange world of the abyss.

That is to be as high-profile as possible.

He stood on the dragon's head, his helmet covering his smile.

There is no need to be so cautious. Even the dead world is the world. As long as it is strong enough, there is no difference. Ordinary people can walk dogs in Mycroft. As a legendary powerhouse, he can walk dragons in the abyss.

"Follow the syndicate, whatever else is up to you, run whatever you want," the soldier said.

When the black dragon heard the words, he immediately let out a roar of excitement. Following the roar, a high-hot red storm with a huge amount of fire elements appeared in front of it. It swept across the earth and swept large tracts of wasteland. Blowing away, forming a sky full of smoke and dust, and the dragon stepped through the smoke and dust, and began to chase the conspicuous flame figure ahead and began to run quickly.

Joshua’s journey into the abyss has officially begun!