After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline and began to blur and deform.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
The city is filled with a silencing fog. This unclear mist is like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but unable to find it. The sticky and cold body is slowly floating, the waves are rising and falling, chasing each other, like the waves on the dangerous sea.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
Then, everything collapsed, and the earth, sky, armies, cities, and towers were all cut open and turned into pieces. This ruin that had been thrown into the gap of the dimension and forgotten by everyone finally ushered in its own death.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
This city was built for exactly that purpose. The tall tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to transcend themselves, reach the highest state, and ultimately surpass the gods.
In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline and began to blur and deform.
This army has no flags because they no longer belong to any king. They wore armor engraved with magic inscriptions, holding two-handed long swords filled with white light, and the flames called judgment burned in their empty pupils.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of neat footsteps came from the desert. It was the sound of countless voices converging together, but there was no trace of chaos at all.
In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline and began to blur and deform.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
This city was built for exactly that purpose. The tall tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to transcend themselves, reach the highest state, and ultimately surpass the gods.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
There are no humans here anymore. Standing in this shadow, looking at the tall tower still standing in the center of the city, looking at the traces of human efforts, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
The city is filled with a silencing fog. This unclear mist is like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but unable to find it. The sticky and cold body is slowly floating, the waves are rising and falling, chasing each other, like the waves on the dangerous sea.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
When he swung down his sword, time stopped.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
There are no humans here anymore. Standing in this shadow, looking at the tall tower still standing in the center of the city, looking at the traces of human efforts, it seemed that he was the only one left in the world.
After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
Black lines extended from his body one by one. Every line is connected to a goal, to something that has been forgotten and abandoned in time.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of neat footsteps came from the desert. It was the sound of countless voices converging together, but there was no trace of chaos at all.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
The air was filled with the smell of war and blood. In the yellow sand, an army slowly came.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
There are no tactics, no need for tactics, these abandoned warriors and knights need no such thing. Even if they are faced with angels or gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and families.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
However, some people have not forgotten. Even though their bodies have died and their souls have been broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place that was once punished by God, they are still carrying out their mission.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
This army has no flags because they no longer belong to any king. They wore armor engraved with magic inscriptions, holding two-handed long swords filled with white light, and the flames called judgment burned in their empty pupils.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
When he swung down his sword, time stopped.
Everything turned into nothingness, the bustling city turned into ruins, and there was no longer a single person in the giant tower that could reach the sky. The knowledge and power that took mankind thousands of years to acquire were vulnerable to that irresistible force.
The air was filled with the smell of war and blood. In the yellow sand, an army slowly came.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
There are no tactics, no need for tactics, these abandoned warriors and knights need no such thing. Even if they are faced with angels or gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and families.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
There are no tactics, no need for tactics, these abandoned warriors and knights need no such thing. Even if they are faced with angels or gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and families.
This city was built for exactly that purpose. The tall tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to transcend themselves, reach the highest state, and ultimately surpass the gods.
However, some people have not forgotten. Even though their bodies have died and their souls have been broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place that was once punished by God, they are still carrying out their mission.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
Everything turned into nothingness, the bustling city turned into ruins, and there was no longer a single person in the giant tower that could reach the sky. The knowledge and power that took mankind thousands of years to acquire were vulnerable to that irresistible force.
However, that is a thing of the past. When human desires cannot be controlled, when humans try to surpass God and challenge God. God responded to human arrogance and sent down the punishment of destruction.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of neat footsteps came from the desert. It was the sound of countless voices converging together, but there was no trace of chaos at all.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
The city is filled with a silencing fog. This unclear mist is like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but unable to find it. The sticky and cold body is slowly floating, the waves are rising and falling, chasing each other, like the waves on the dangerous sea.
Then, everything collapsed, and the earth, sky, armies, cities, and towers were all cut open and turned into pieces. This ruin that had been thrown into the gap of the dimension and forgotten by everyone finally ushered in its own death.
Everything turned into nothingness, the bustling city turned into ruins, and there was no longer a single person in the giant tower that could reach the sky. The knowledge and power that took mankind thousands of years to acquire were vulnerable to that irresistible force.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
When he swung down his sword, time stopped.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
The air was filled with the smell of war and blood. In the yellow sand, an army slowly came.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
However, some people have not forgotten. Even though their bodies have died and their souls have been broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place that was once punished by God, they are still carrying out their mission.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
However, that is a thing of the past. When human desires cannot be controlled, when humans try to surpass God and challenge God. God responded to human arrogance and sent down the punishment of destruction.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
Everything turned into nothingness, the bustling city turned into ruins, and there was no longer a single person in the giant tower that could reach the sky. The knowledge and power that took mankind thousands of years to acquire were vulnerable to that irresistible force.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
The city is filled with a silencing fog. This unclear mist is like an evil spirit, looking for a resting place but unable to find it. The sticky and cold body is slowly floating, the waves are rising and falling, chasing each other, like the waves on the dangerous sea.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
However, some people have not forgotten. Even though their bodies have died and their souls have been broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place that was once punished by God, they are still carrying out their mission.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
However, that is a thing of the past. When human desires cannot be controlled, when humans try to surpass God and challenge God. God responded to human arrogance and sent down the punishment of destruction.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
They should have used the swords in their hands, weapons that represented the highest crystallization of human technology, to protect the city, their families and friends, and the tower that represented the hope and future of mankind. A magical tower that can pass down knowledge from generation to generation, eventually reaching an unparalleled level of glory.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
There are no tactics, no need for tactics, these abandoned warriors and knights need no such thing. Even if they are faced with angels or gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and families.
There are no tactics, no need for tactics, these abandoned warriors and knights need no such thing. Even if they are faced with angels or gods, they will charge forward and fight to protect their homes and families.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
The air was filled with the smell of war and blood. In the yellow sand, an army slowly came.
They were abandoned by time and became one with this forgotten city. They are the sins of God, the strongest weapons left over from an era when humans have disappeared. No one on this earth can compete with them.
However, some people have not forgotten. Even though their bodies have died and their souls have been broken, they still have not forgotten their responsibilities. In this forgotten place, in this place that was once punished by God, they are still carrying out their mission.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
This city was built for exactly that purpose. The tall tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to transcend themselves, reach the highest state, and ultimately surpass the gods.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
This army has no flags because they no longer belong to any king. They wore armor engraved with magic inscriptions, holding two-handed long swords filled with white light, and the flames called judgment burned in their empty pupils.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
Black lines extended from his body one by one. Every line is connected to a goal, to something that has been forgotten and abandoned in time.
In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline and began to blur and deform.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
Then, everything collapsed, and the earth, sky, armies, cities, and towers were all cut open and turned into pieces. This ruin that had been thrown into the gap of the dimension and forgotten by everyone finally ushered in its own death.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of neat footsteps came from the desert. It was the sound of countless voices converging together, but there was no trace of chaos at all.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
Black lines extended from his body one by one. Every line is connected to a goal, to something that has been forgotten and abandoned in time.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
"Charge!" This was not a voice made by anyone, it was just a will and an instruction.
The city occupied by this fog is like a dormant monster, making people feel mysterious and terrifying.
After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
"Hoo! Hoo!" A violent sandstorm came. The cold sand brought the smell of war and blood. Before the sand curtain dispersed, the originally thick and dim clouds had already split, revealing the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Purple red, like a death sickle stained with blood.
The air was filled with the smell of war and blood. In the yellow sand, an army slowly came.
The howling desert wind blew their cloaks high, seeming to lament this unfortunate legendary army.
However, that is a thing of the past. When human desires cannot be controlled, when humans try to surpass God and challenge God. God responded to human arrogance and sent down the punishment of destruction.
When he swung down his sword, time stopped.
A person's strength may be insignificant, and a person's wisdom may be equally insignificant. But as long as this power is accumulated and the bits and pieces of knowledge are gathered together. In the end, insignificant power can become extraordinary, even surpass that of God.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
However, this is not the place to enjoy the scenery. This is the forgotten place where God inflicted heavenly punishment on humans who tried to betray Him. It is a place of death where no one should be, and where no life should come back.
They are the forgotten undead, humanity's greatest and saddest guardians. A mythical legion born in a forgotten land. They possess the most powerful weapons created by humans at that time, and are said to be magical weapons that even angels can challenge.
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
The memories left by the city, those joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, touching, angry, sad, and warm memories, were like the quiet tide in the gentle breeze at night, emerging in front of him one wave after another. There is no loneliness or sentimentality, just memories of the city's history. It is the privilege of the Eternal to be able to do such a thing.
Together with the moon in the sky, it also hid among the clouds, as if it didn't want to see what happened next.
"Pah! Pah!" The sound of neat footsteps came from the desert. It was the sound of countless voices converging together, but there was no trace of chaos at all.
And he stood in front of this ancient and mysterious city, raising his head and looking at the tower that towered into the clouds. Legend has it that humans challenge the boundaries between humans and gods. It is the crystallization of all human wisdom and will, and is the trace of human beings trying to transcend themselves and reach the same height as God.
They protect this place. They were born in this city, died in this city, and then turned into great heroic spirits, turning their persistence into eternity.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
After a moment of trance, Ulysses walked out of the chaotic dance of meteors. In front of him, a new road connected with him.
In this mist, everything lost its sharp outline and began to blur and deform.
This city was built for exactly that purpose. The tall tower in the center of the city is the hope of human beings trying to transcend themselves, reach the highest state, and ultimately surpass the gods.
This time, he came to a city. This is an ancient and grand city. However, there is no one here. A chill like a hazy winter embraced the entire city. The sky was so gray that no light could be seen. Thick and dim clouds seemed to be pressing down on the city, making this seemingly abandoned city even more bleak and desolate.
Then, everything collapsed, and the earth, sky, armies, cities, and towers were all cut open and turned into pieces. This ruin that had been thrown into the gap of the dimension and forgotten by everyone finally ushered in its own death.
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
Black lines extended from his body one by one. Every line is connected to a goal, to something that has been forgotten and abandoned in time.
Die, forget all sorrow, destroy everything!
Give all things equal death and destroy. Whether it is sadness, happiness, or hatred, death will be the destination of everything.
Except, he was standing in front of them.
This army has no flags because they no longer belong to any king. They wore armor engraved with magic inscriptions, holding two-handed long swords filled with white light, and the flames called judgment burned in their empty pupils.
"In the name of..., I bring you death." There was no sympathy or sadness, which was also forgotten by him. Faced with the outcasts, God's outcasts, he simply took up a sword. A sword that had just been pulled out from the ruins nearby was so ordinary that it didn't even have a name.
So, this place was forgotten, this place was abandoned. This city of wisdom, located in the center of the continent, where mankind once pinned all its hopes, completely disappeared from the map and became a forgotten place. Even in all recorded history, the city no longer exists.
Such a scene is too heroic, too glorious, and too sad.