In the 27th year of the Cataclysm, it was night on July 11th.
In the northwest of the mainland, the former imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, the spiritual city of Getar.
The vast sky is high above all things, and the endless bright starlight and the warm blue moon shine on this dead land.
There is no vegetation here, only gray-brown rock plateau. Almost endless black shadows of death, with their own scarlet and dull eyes, wander around the huge rocks of the Getar Plateau. In the mist, you can see the mid-air There are many powerful undead shadows that can fly and seem to have their own will. They are guiding these undead souls on the ground, making them without any self-will follow a certain pattern and surround and protect the center of the plateau. The majestic capital city in the mist.
The cold wind howled from the world level, blowing across the Gaitar Plateau. The severe cold and sand carried the suffocating miasma of death, forming a hellish sandstorm that even the strongest in the heaven would frown upon. It seemed that the capital city of Gaitar should have been completely reduced to ruins in the earthquake that seemed to tear apart the entire continent nearly thirty years ago, but it stood intact in this sandstorm.
There is no light in the dark capital, but with the thin starlight and dim moon, one can vaguely see that among the seemingly intact dwellings, there are groups of dark shadows wriggling, emitting screams, wails, or vicious curses. The sound, the position of these residences - or the position of the architectural structure in the entire capital seems to have been completely changed. They seem to have become part of some huge formation, guarding the center of the city, the seven towering squares that were erected at an unknown time. Pointed stone monument.
Seven obelisks made of obsidian and some kind of strange metal are shining with black and purple energy. The layers are extremely complicated, as if they contain infinite mysterious runes that flash in accordance with the energy veins. Located in the center of the city, it absorbs all the free energy in the entire Getar Plateau, and then supplies it to unknown beings.
Suddenly, in the darkness, there was a shrill sound of wind.
In the deep dark city, a dark silver brilliance suddenly flashed. This light broke through the manic sandstorm outside the city, and crossed nearly ten kilometers in just one second, arriving at the center of the city. In the array of obelisks.
The person who came was a swordsman. His whole body was shrouded in a gray mist, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, but he could see that there was a long sword with a simple shape that could not be concealed on his waist. Above, there were flashes of thunder and lightning, releasing an extremely dangerous aura.
The swordsman stood on an obelisk with the huge number 'three' engraved on it. The surging black and purple energy poured into his body, replenishing the energy he had recently consumed. Other than that, the swordsman had nothing extra. The action is just waiting quietly.
And not long after.
Continuous sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and strange phenomena occurred frequently.
A mage with seven crystal balls of different colors floating around his body and a holy stone seed shining with bright red light inlaid on his chest opened the time and space door and came to the obelisk with the huge number "two" engraved on it. superior.
A warrior wearing heavy armor with a ferocious dragon head and carrying a huge dragon-slaying sword walked in the void and came to the obelisk with 'four' engraved on it.
Along with the surge of shadows, a thin mist human figure whose appearance was completely unclear and whose presence was so low that it was impossible to detect without paying careful attention, condensed at some point on the square with the word 'five' engraved on it. The top of the pointed stone monument.
Riding on an ender dragon, a caster wearing a hooded robe, and a skeleton archer with only bones left, holding a simple black iron long bow, also came to the square tips of 'Six' and 'Seven' one after another. On the stone tablet.
Finally, there is a knight.
This knight did not show any strange power, nor did he hide his appearance. This old knight with an ordinary appearance and long gray hair rode his same old and skinny war horse, walking step by step with a staggering step. Stepping across the dark streets shrouded in fog, wherever he passed, the wailing and cursing shadows in the houses suddenly stopped and turned into painful and unwilling prayers. He looked at these shadows with a compassionate and kind light, but In the end, he just shook his head, causing the shadows to sigh in disappointment.
It took a long time for the knight to walk through this long stone road and arrive at the obelisk array. Under the watchful eyes of six other extremely powerful beings, he led his horse through the air little by little. Go to the top of the stone tablet with the number 'δΈ€' engraved on it.
No one showed any dissatisfaction, and even the fourth-ranked heavy-armored warrior and the seventh-ranked skeleton archer bowed respectfully.
"I'm calling everyone here this time because I have an important matter to discuss with you. But before that, we need to summarize the recent intelligence."
There was no nonsense. The knight said to the surrounding beings in an unexpectedly rich and powerful voice that was different from his appearance: "In the territory of the former Gru Empire, there is a sacred area around the Autumn Water Forest in the Mysia Plain in the northwest. The peak power that even surpasses the Holy Realm tears apart time and space, allowing a powerful being from another world to descend."
"All the preparations for our plan are about to be completed, and only the final obstacles and implementation are left. The arrival of this powerful man from another world is very untimely. Now, all surprises must be eliminated."
When he said this, the old knight turned to look at the third-ranked swordsman: "I have asked the swordsman to send his men to investigate the situation. Are there any results?"
"No."
Crossing his hands in front of his chest, the swordsman made a weak voice: "My men haven't sent back any information yet, but he is the Changing Shadow Roz. I think he should be able to find information that satisfies us."
"Then let's put this matter aside for now."
The knight nodded, and this time he turned to look at the second-ranked Crystal Mage: "Is there any result in pursuing the dragon-blooded girl who holds what appears to be the 'Original Saint's Robe'?"
"No, sir." The seven crystal balls floating around him danced nimbly in mid-air, forming strange runes and formations one after another. The caster bent slightly and replied, but his voice seemed to be distracted by It was synthesized as stiff as a machine: "The power of the robe of the Saint of Origin is beyond my imagination. Its last outbreak destroyed the entire army of dead shadows. I have sent my three crystal puppets to pursue it. But the Lord of Anchuan blocked them."
"Did the Lord of Anchuan protect her? Then there is really nothing that can be done."
Seemingly understanding the opponent's power, the knight's eyes flashed with nostalgia: "You may not understand its true strength. You withdraw the puppet first and don't conflict with it for the time being. We need to gather all our strength to do more important things. "
Afterwards, this knight asked all other beings in turn for their latest information. No one showed any dissatisfaction, and they all answered truthfully.
After the skeleton archer also reported the latest information with a voice synthesized by magic, the knight nodded slightly and said calmly: "Very good, everything is still within the plan."
He said simply and neatly: "The important thing for inviting you to gather this time is that I have successfully restored the Ulan Empire's method of summoning and 'controlling' heroic spirits, and I have made certain improvements based on our situation."
When he said this, all seven powerful beings sneered disdainfully, and even the swordsman, who had always been emotionless, shrugged his shoulders.
They were not laughing at the words of the old knight, but they were laughing at the Ulan Empire.
If it weren't for this arrogant empire that was greedy, intended to reverse the taboo on life and death, and planned to forcibly control the heroic spirits that gathered the faith of countless people, how could they reappear on this land
"The world of Grandia is a world without belief in gods." The caster who came on the ender dragon chuckled. His voice came from under the hood, and he was surprisingly young: "With the people I once went to Other worlds are completely different. All faiths are concentrated in the ancestors and heroes. If you want to control me... them, you have to fight against the whole world and all human will."
The warrior wearing heavy armor also sneered in a low and vague voice: "You are overestimating your own capabilities."
The old knight seemed to have anticipated what others were thinking, so after everyone stopped laughing, he spoke again: "After restoring this method, our next target is the southwest region, which is firmly protected by the four major human resistance forces. The 'Tomb of the Saints' where he lived."
The knight's voice was ethereal at this time: "The sages and heroes of the past, our old friends, and even ourselves, are all buried there."
Suddenly, on the fifth stone tablet, the vague mist figure suddenly whispered something that no one could understand clearly.
The old knight heard it and responded clearly: "Yes, we do not have the strength to attack directly. The resistance of the remaining humans is still very tenacious. If you want the plan to be completed smoothly, you cannot consume too much of your own strength."
"So, we must first eliminate those scattered resistance forces spread across the entire continent, and let these scattered existences 'become' our strength."
When the old knight said this, he gently touched the spear hanging on the side of his horse. There was an almost imperceptible smile in his voice: "Then, cut off their sources of information. , blocking the sources of food and water, robbing raw crystal ores, and polluting the water quality upstream."
The seventh-ranked skeleton archer's soul fire flickered in his eyes, and he tightened his grip on the long bow in his hand. The fourth-ranked heavy-armored warrior also couldn't help but hold the hilt of the giant sword on his back with his backhand. He looked extremely expectant.
Although the expressions of the other powerful beings could not be seen clearly and they did not move much, their aura was very different from the dull feeling before.
Over the Gaitar Plateau, thick fog surged, and lightning snaked down from it, finally submerging into the dark sandstorm and turning into flickering flames.
The pale light shone through the city that had long been transformed into a dark and dead realm, as if daylight had finally arrived on this land that had been submerged in the abyss for twenty-seven years.
"This is war."
Under the light of lightning, the old knight said this, his tone carrying a hint of relief and expectation that had finally arrived.
"Twenty-seven years."
"The final decisive battle is about to begin."
Sorry, I got cold all over while watching the igv game yesterday. I didn't wake up until just now. This chapter only has 3,000 words. I will update it more tomorrow.
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