It was night, and over the Ansen Mountains of the Ulan Empire, the clouds became thicker, and the pattering rain brought a bone-chilling chill and soaked every piece of soil.
The moon disappears.
So darkness comes like a tidal wave.
The night is as dark as water, the mist is billowing, and the quiet eucalyptus forest dances like ghosts with the wind.
Caesar rode his war horse and stood in front of the village he was sheltering. He fell into silence as he looked at the seemingly endless army of dead shadows looming in the mist and woods.
After a long time, the Heroic Spirit Knight stroked his mount, which had also resurrected into a Heroic Spirit, and showed an unspeakable bitter smile. He murmured to himself: "This number is really more than the time I died."
Four hundred and eleven years ago, the Fire Spirit Knight Caesar Daweil rode in the Anson Mountains, one man and one horse. At the cost of exhaustion, he ignited the mountain fire and defeated the 3,000 elite mountain troops and four troops who raided by the Gru Empire. A titled knight of the same level prevented the Ulan Empire from being defeated on the frontal battlefield and retained most of its effective strength. After the war, the descendants of the knights were granted the title of Anson Territory, and countless surviving people came here with reverence to pay homage to the statues and stone tablets of the heroes.
Three hundred and eighty-four years later, darkness surged, and the heroic spirit returned to the world again and found that although the path he should take was over, his battle was far from over.
But this time, the enemy changed from the living to the dead.
More than twenty years ago, under the attack of the shadow of death like a tsunami, the resurrected Nishizawa led his descendants and struggled to open up a small village in the mountains. This village was located on the continent of Grandia. The mountains in the northwest are inaccessible. Except for the souls of some ferocious beasts, there are no strong souls awakened. Therefore, in the past twenty-seven years, although everyone has been hard, they have lived a stable life. In addition to daily farming, there is only It is more difficult to find original crystal veins in the mountains.
But now, this peaceful time has come to an end.
Shadows called the Army of the Dead have arrived.
Just like an isolated island in the sea, the town is now completely surrounded and has almost no way to retreat, except for the original crystal mine behind it that leads to nowhere.
The knight held the lance tightly in his hand and pressed his left hand on the flail at his waist. In a thin voice, he said to the villagers behind him who had already prepared their luggage and were waiting uneasily: "Run, run along the mine road, stay here with you." Next to the underground river cave discovered last time, block the entrance to the crack and never come out again."
"So, what about you, ancestor?"
A girl asked with an uneasy voice.
"I?"
The heroic spirit closed his eyes and laughed softly. The Flame Spirit Knight opened his eyes again, and the magic energy began to boil in his body. The human figure made of light instantly turned red, like a blazing flame.
"Of course I'm going to do what a hero should do."
At this time, the darkness was expelled by the light of the flames. The sparks were not extinguished in the icy rain, but flickered and released temperature and heat. While the villagers retreated in an orderly manner, the knights drove their horses forward, and what should have been The army of dead shadows, which had no wisdom and only knew how to obey orders, gradually retreated, as if they were instinctively afraid of the flames ignited by this heroic spirit with their souls.
The next moment, the sound of killing rang out, and the Anson Mountains ignited a fire that lasted ten days.
Just like four hundred and eleven years ago.
The same scene happened in every corner of Grandia continent.
In the coastal fishing villages, the frost mage froze tens of thousands of undead knights. In the quiet forest, the ranger wielding the divine bow destroyed the dark legions one after another with meteor-like arrow rain.
Countless heroic spirits who have awakened but have not fallen have tried their best to protect the people and things they want to protect. However, under the pressure of the endless numbers of enemies, they all met the end of defeat one by one.
Centered around Gaitar, the imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, one after another undead troops that were completely different from ordinary dead shadows silently went to shelters hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. Under their attack, these undead troops Villages and towns protected by heroic spirits or strong human beings were successively captured. Some mysterious and dark secret method made these heroic spirits that could not be corrupted even by catastrophes corrupted and corrupted in just a few days, and were assimilated into their former self. Enemy ranks.
In the southwest of the continent, the last four large gathering places of mankind only learned of this shocking news nearly ten days later. The Dead Shadows exerted their full strength and showed their unexpected power.
But at this time, they were too lazy to contact other shelters and found that there were no other shelters except them. Maybe there were some scattered gathering places far away on the edge of the continent, but they had already contacted them. Not on.
Today, these four last human habitats guarding the resting places of heroes of all generations in the world of Grandia are surrounded by darkness and completely isolated.
And at the same time.
Grandia continent, central and western region, Shaya Mountains, and the forest of Anchuan.
rain.
heavy rain.
Heavy rain fell like the sky pouring down, completely submerging the swamp forest surrounded by mountains with mud and water.
The leader of the Shaya Mountains, the overlord of the mountains and forests, the controller of the swamps, Urbandeni, the king of the Dark River, stands in the center of the forest, with his body made of tree roots at the top, his single eye of purple flame scanning the distance.
The air was filled with a dead and gloomy atmosphere, and a suffocating thick fog filled the air. Even the rain like a waterfall could not wash it away, but Urbandeni could see that in this thick fog, , with countless sensational black shadows, and scarlet and cruel light shot out from pairs of eyes that had long lost their souls, condensing on the forest in front of them.
"Your Excellency, King of Anchuan, is everything okay now?"
The slightly weak voice of the dragon-winged girl sounded behind the giant tree man. Hilya, who had just healed her injury, said hesitantly: "If it doesn't work, just leave me alone..."
"Shut up, human."
With a voice that could shake the atmosphere, Urbandeni sternly scolded: "My decision is not something you can question. Since I promised you that I will send you safely away from the forest of Anchuan, I will never Break your promise."
"What's more, do you think these ants can stop me?"
And Hilya showed a wry smile.
It's not that she doesn't believe in the opponent's strength, but she feels helpless and ashamed of her own strength.
Since the last time her ancestral robe resonated again, this powerful spirit of nature has changed her attitude. Urbandeni expressed his willingness to send her out of the Shaya Mountains so that she can go smoothly. Go to the southwest human gathering place.
But after that day, endless shadows of death came from nowhere, waiting in front of the forest, tightly surrounding the place.
With Urbandeni's cooperation, Hilya tried to break through several times, but all failed. The last time was probably the best chance, but because she was too tired and made a mistake, not only did the breakout fail, , and also seriously injured himself.
However, in addition to these discouraging bad news, she also probably knew the meaning behind the robe she was wearing from the information the other party inadvertently revealed.
[Original Saint's Robe]
In ancient times, the continent of Grandia was still barren. The newborn world was filled with the heat of flames, leaving the entire land with no other existence except boiling high-temperature hot springs and lava lakes.
But there was a sage who came across the border with thousands of people. He called himself the apostle of the 'sage', and with the help of a certain ritual, he performed a magic that was beyond human imagination, causing the entire world to cool down from the fire. , he spread the seeds and young of plants and animals, and in just one hundred years, the entire barren continent was rejuvenated, full of life and vegetation.
The sages and the thousands of people who crossed the border were the origins of all living beings in the continent of Grandia, and the robes of the origin saints were the ceremonial attire worn by the sages when performing rituals at that time.
Although all of these are just legends in the countryside that cannot be trusted, looking at Urbandeni's confident look, Hilya can't help but begin to suspect that the robe on her body may indeed have some extraordinary origin. , the sages of ancient times may not have existed, but it is indeed an extraordinary piece of equipment that is so powerful that it is somewhat beyond common sense.
But now, it is not the time to think about this.
On the opposite side of the forest, in the mist, the endless procession of dead shadows suddenly made obvious movements. The dense array was separating in an orderly manner, leaving a long passage.
The huge tree man moved his body, thousands of tree roots twisted, and the soil surged like a tide. The huge power made the entire forest tremble. The Lord of Anchuan looked at the scene in front of him, with the giant purple fire eyes above his head. After flickering for a moment, the face made of dark brown wood also became serious.
A bunch of bugs.
Urbandeni dismissed the densely packed dark undead in front of him. As it had survived for nearly a thousand years and was older than most heroic spirits, how could it care about mere shadows of death? Even tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of such beings cannot harm a single hair of it. Diamonds are not afraid of being beaten by eggs. What's more, if you really want to compare, it should be a mountain of diamonds.
Therefore, it has never been these miserable undead that can make the Lord of Anchuan stand ready.
In the deepest part of the thick fog, three figures walked slowly out along the separate passage. Wherever they passed, the shadows of death bowed their heads, separated by heavy rain. Even the land that had long been turned into a quagmire and swamp became again under their steps. Dry and solid.
It was a middle-aged spellcaster surrounded by seven crystal balls of different shapes. He brought with him a mist figure that you would never notice unless you looked carefully and a skeleton whose whole body was shrouded in cyan-blue light. The archer came to the dark mountain forest and faced the huge tree man in the center of the forest.
"Lord of the Dark River, Urbandeni, why do you want to protect our enemies?"
The caster spoke to the tree man in a machine-like voice: "For twenty-seven years, the army of dead shadows has never invaded your territory, but now why do you abandon your neutral position and turn to Those human embraces.”
"She gave a sacrifice, so naturally I have to keep my promise and provide her with protection."
The strong and powerful voice shook the mountains, rivers and jungles, and even caused the rain in the air to ripple. Urbandeni replied disdainfully: "The earth and the forest never belong to any party. My answer is this, and it will never change. .”
"Really, but we don't want to fight you."
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged spellcaster put down his hood, revealing the true appearance behind him—a skull mostly made of crystal. The dead shadow leader shook the atmosphere with magic power and made a rigid voice: "So, another suggestion, how about you consider it?"
He persuaded in the softest tone possible: "Join us, King of Anchuan, you are strong enough to become one of us, I can even give you my throne, as long as you agree to this Conditions, so what if we let this dragon girl leave? And from now on, the Shadow of Death will never invade the Shaya Mountains or enter your territory."
Hearing this, Hilya, who was behind the tree man, suddenly became nervous. She immediately wanted to speak to persuade this powerful being not to be bewitched by him.
The dragon-winged girl knew that her life would be nothing if not for the robe. Even if she died, it wouldn't be a big deal. But Urbandeni is the oldest and most powerful creature in the world. It blocked the center of the northwest and southeast of the continent, preventing the army of the dead shadows from entering the territory of the former Gru Empire on a large scale. If this person really joined the opponent, or even just allowed the undead army to advance, what would happen to the entire continent? It is a terrible disaster for the remaining human forces.
But after hearing these words, the Lord of Anchuan let out a harsh sneer.
"The miserable dead, the heroic souls that have long since deteriorated... The darkness has blinded your once wise eyes."
This powerful being who looked like just a giant tree man said in an inexplicably calm tone: "When did you think you could kill me with these bugs? Why do you think I have to promise you, To fulfill my promise?"
Hearing this, the skeleton caster did not speak. He just stretched out a pair of his similarly crystallized metacarpal bones and patted them.
Boom, thunder suddenly exploded in the dark clouds in the sky, and pieces of lightning intertwined in the clouds, and three huge creatures with magnificent lights all over their bodies fell from the sky.
boom! boom! boom!
There were three dull loud noises in succession, and the ground that had already turned into mud rolled like waves, and three huge puppets, whose entire bodies were made of crystal, landed in front of the Anchuan Forest.
Each of these three puppets is huge, nearly forty meters high. They are composed of irregular crystals like geometric shapes, with countless mysterious runes engraved on them. Compared with Anchuan, these three puppets are extremely large. In the center of the giant puppet, which is not inferior in size to the master, you can see three holy stone seeds with red, purple and brown colors rotating with different lights, supplying the powerful energy they need.
"It seems that you refused."
The caster shook his head, but for some reason, he didn't seem disappointed: "Although I don't know why the commander looks at you differently, but to me, although you are powerful, you are not powerful enough to make us afraid. .”
"Lord of Anchuan, it's time for you to suffer a little."
Behind him, the mist figure disappeared without knowing when, and the skeleton archer also took off the longbow on his back with a slow but steady posture, but they did not take action, but waited for the caster's action. .
As the strongest men who have each led an era, whether it is the caster who wields the crystal puppet, the strongest assassin who is invisible, or the archer who has shot down the floating mountain whale and the giant sea king beast, they all have the same feeling in their hearts. They have their own pride, and even if they fall for some reason, they will never easily interfere in other people's battles.
But the huge tree man shook his head indifferently.
"There is still a bit of glory that you have not forgotten."
"But that makes no sense."
Countless tree roots turned into tentacles, lifting the dragon-winged girl and sending her to the other end of the forest. Facing the three puppets that were striding forward, ready to crush into the forest with unstoppable force, Urbandeni's voice became louder and louder. The weaker it gets, the tree roots that make up its body also shrink back to the earth.
But just when others were wondering whether Urbandeni planned to avoid fighting, a loud roar like an earthquake sounded from the ground of the entire Anchuan Forest.
"Boom! Boom!"
It was a sound like something huge was slowly waking up and moving its body.
"I am the bloodline of gods, a descendant of the Mother Goddess of the Earth."
A low, but extremely clear voice penetrated from the depths of the entire earth: "I breathe with this earth, and I can hear its anger and unwillingness. Undead, no matter what you and the existence behind you want to do, there is no way. There is no doubt that this path ends in complete destruction."
"You guys, let's go together."
The next moment the words fell, a huge pillar that seemed to be a mixture of flesh, blood and roots penetrated the surface of the earth and was revealed in front of everyone's eyes. This towering wooden pillar of flesh and blood was nearly a hundred meters high. When it appears in the atmosphere, the surrounding soil, trees, rocks, even rain and strong winds are pulled and absorbed by it, and then form an extremely thick 'hand'.
This arm is made of rocks and soil as flesh, flowing water as blood, and plant roots as meridians. Halfway up the mountain range in the distance, the rocks cracked and the peaks loosened. On the head of a giant made entirely of black solid rock, two purple flames like the sun lit up, and unparalleled majesty descended.
When the Crystal Skull caster saw that this was only half a body, and was hundreds of meters tall, he immediately controlled his puppet to retreat quickly towards the back. While urgently closing the distance, it used its non-existent lung cavity to pour it down. Take a breath of cool air.
"Titan!"
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(End of chapter)