An old diary with blackened skin, yellowing pages and scattered signs of corrosion.
June 19 - Sunny
I took old Abel to catch the sheep today, and he looked out of breath. Leah is right. The flock of sheep is getting bigger and bigger, and Abel is a little overwhelmed. Maybe I should change to a shepherd dog to let old Abel, who has worked hard for seven or eight years, have a good rest.
June 22nd - cloudy
Two ewes are giving birth today! This was originally a good thing, but the strange thing is that for some reason, the lamb looks in bad condition and has difficulty breathing. Did the ewe not have a good fetus during pregnancy? Anyway, my flock has grown again. Maybe I can consider selling a few sheep and let my little Ebra go to the academy in the city to study and see if he can become a magic warrior!
June 23 - Yin
The lambs were all dead... maybe it was because the fetus was not installed properly, and it was my fault for not taking good care of it. Although Leah advised me not to be too sad, I was still a little sad. The ewes also looked sad, after all, these were their babies too. Strange to say, why does the grassland have such gloomy weather? This has been going on for several days.
June 27 - Yin
The sheep did not dare to leave the sheepfold—Old Abel tried his best and yelled but could not drive out even one lamb. The cloudy sky outside was getting darker and darker, and he could not even see the road clearly because of the fog. It's misty, but not humid, and it doesn't look like it's going to rain. It's really weird.
June 29th - Heavy Fog
The grass is dead, the mist seems poisonous, and it feels like all the plants are starting to wither... I don't know when the ewes died. When they were found, the bodies seemed to have been rotting for a long time. Speaking of which, the lamb died. At that time, they looked very strange, could it be that time... Black dirty traces stuck together the following pages, it seemed like blood, and it seemed like ink.
July 7 - Sunny
The fog finally lifted! Those strange beings that appear at night seem to be afraid of the sun! Thanks to the blessings of our ancestors, our whole family is safe and sound, but all the shepherds around us are dead. What is going on? ! Anyway, I really hope I can continue writing this diary.
July 9th - Storm
earthquake! I originally planned to take my whole family to the city early in the morning, but as soon as I got up, there was an earthquake! My home was fine, but the sheep pen was shattered, but not a single sheep ran out. I didn’t dare to look at it... The heavy rain came again at noon, so I could only pack my things and stay at home to wait. In this weather, it’s hard to go to the city. The road must have turned into a quagmire long ago. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Abel for several days. Where did he go
July 11th - heavy fog
That monster that ate all the sheep... And what are those black shadows that suddenly appear in the weapons at night... Leah's arm was injured, but she couldn't stop the bleeding for some reason... Now she was wrapped in a bandage and fell asleep, I don’t know if it can get better...
The diary after that was a mess, with traces of being wetted by water and black traces of random waving, which seemed to be smeared by tears mixed with ink. During this period, some handwriting could be vaguely seen and was so messy that it was almost unrecognizable.
Leah... dead... monster... Abel... Ebra...
August 1st - Sunny
Crossing the grassland, I finally came to the sanctuary. There was a sacred atmosphere in this forest... but I was dying.
My child... I wish you a safe life in this crazy world.
Late at night, in heavy fog, in the west of the continent of Gradia, in a dense primitive jungle, there is a simple human village built on an island in the river. Amidst the sound of the rushing river, you can see fires burning in the village, and intermittent blackness. Smoke brushed across the wooden eaves in the swaying firelight, and the light of the dancing flames was uncertain.
In a wooden house that was about to collapse, the black-haired and red-eyed warrior silently put down the diary in his hand. He frowned and held the hand of a little boy who was covered in blood and looked extremely panicked. His face was gloomy.
"Your grandpa seems to love your father very much."
Joshua murmured to himself: "And your father also loves you very much."
Last night, after the warrior bid farewell to Titan, he headed west, following the guidance of the Mirror of Holy Glory, and galloped towards the inheritance of the fourth sage.
The huge life energy giant was successfully shaped after he released most of the life force contained in the Azure Orb. It was energy far beyond the limits of his body, so Joshua needed to learn the compression of the Titan and the Atmospheric Evil God. This method forces these energies into the body and fuses the energy with flesh and blood—it does not rely on the relics of saints, but relies on its own strength to perform this step.
The body has been further sublimated, and the warrior's speed is faster than before. In just one night, he completely flew out of the Shaya Mountains and crossed a prairie. But with the increasingly gloomy sky and thick fog, the Shenghui The guidance of the mirror gradually became unstable, until finally, it simply became an ordinary mirror, no longer able to provide the direction of the power of the Holy Light.
Joshua is not surprised by this. The Mirror of Holy Glory can actually operate for so long in a world where the basic free energy is very different. It is considered that Pope Eagle is fully prepared. You know, Even he, who is extremely powerful, has been restrained for most of his strength, but a small mirror can sustain it for so long. This can only show that its maker is worthy of being the strongest person in the pinnacle of legends, walking in the world. gods.
Following the direction finally guided by the mirror, Joshua flew slightly southwest. At this time, the sun shone on the earth, allowing the warrior to see many scenes along the way that made his heart sink.
Villages destroyed by brute force, caves buried by landslides, small islands in the lake sunk to the bottom of the lake, sheltering forests burned away by fire... There was deathly silence all the way here, and the soldiers could even tell that these were all things not long ago. , the traces that appeared late at night could tell that strong men had fought around these ruins, but the result was without exception, the village was destroyed, and all the humans who once lived here were dead.
Until here.
Joshua sensed an extremely weak breath of life.
This is a simple village built on an island in the river. It looks defenseless. The scattered thick wooden walls seem to be unable to stop even wild boars. But the warrior knows that these are just the appearance of the village. Those seemingly simple villages The defensive methods and ubiquitous wooden stakes, as long as they are controlled by spellcasters who are proficient in plant spells, or druids who can manipulate the power of nature, are an unreachable barrier and ubiquitous traps.
But now, none of these methods of enchanting plants have been used. Joshua restored the scene not long ago - a huge fireball falling from the sky directly ignited the entire village. The strong man who controlled the plants met with a man on the other side of the river. The flying enemies fought and were defeated, while the ever-present Shadow of Death took advantage of the commotion and killed all the villagers.
Except this one.
After leading people out of the almost-collapsed fire house and looking at the lost little boy he was holding in his hands, Joshua couldn't help but shake his head when he came to the center of the village.
This child was knocked unconscious by his father and hid in a large earthen jar used to hold flour, and the man pressed the lid of the earthen jar with his body, even if he was raped by the unintelligent undead. He tore off all the flesh and blood on his back and took out most of his internal organs without letting go.
The father used the remaining breath of his own flesh and blood to cover up the breath of life of his child, hiding it from the undead and the existence behind them until Joshua came and pulled the boy out of the jar.
"Your name is Adair."
From some information written by Ebra in the second half of the yellowed diary, Joshua knew the name of the other person's child. It was strange to say that this boy had experienced so many things and even saw himself with his own eyes. My father's bloody body didn't cry either. He just stood there in a daze, his eyes wandering.
But Joshua ignored this and patted the little boy on the head. The soldier motioned the boy to look at the burning village in front of him. His voice had no fluctuations: "Adair, this is the village you live in. It has been destroyed. Lost."
The boy, who seemed to be still dreaming, suddenly trembled all over.
Joshua looked at this scene, with a faint fire reflected in his eyes. He said calmly: "You have also seen my father's body."
The boy named Adair's body suddenly shrank in pain like a shrimp. He squatted on the ground and covered his ears with his hands, as if he was rejecting all reality.
But with just one word from the warrior, he instinctively raised his head and woke up from the deep despair of losing a loved one.
"I can give you the power of revenge."
In his hand, the red fighting spirit condensed into a small dagger. Joshua looked at the dead shadow of the bat surrounded by flames in the dark mist, his voice eerie and uncertain. He handed out the dagger and whispered to the boy whose panic gradually calmed down: "The most basic thing about revenge is to stay alive."
In mid-air, a shrill scream of wild beasts sounded, but it quickly disappeared.
The night passed, and the surviving boy stood in the middle of the village that had been turned into ruins. He stood there blankly, but in his hand, there was a blood-stained red dagger, hundreds of dead bats, and bloodthirsty figures. The dead shadow of the beast died at his feet, and then turned into ashes under the sunlight, becoming part of his victory.
The warrior left part of his power, as well as the fishing net to harvest the power, and left like this.
The first breathing method produced by the fusion of the fighting spirit from Mycroft's continent and the magic energy of this world was unknowingly taught by the warrior to the man named in the darkness of yesterday night. Adair's child, whose peculiar breathing rhythm accumulated power in the opponent's body, turned this ordinary boy into a strong man with the ability to fight fierce beasts overnight.
Of course, Joshua did not deny that he was using the body of Adair, an aboriginal child, to experiment on the process of integrating the power systems of the two worlds. But even if that night were repeated a thousand times, the boy would definitely He will not refuse his request - people who want revenge are always filled with restless fire, eager to burn others and themselves, no matter how dangerous the opportunity is, they are willing to do so.
There are actually many scenes like this. When the soldiers came to the west side of the continent, they saw more than a dozen ruins and scenes similar to abandoned villages on the roadside every day. It was simply countless. Of course, there are survivors in some villages, but most of the dilapidated shelters have no life at all, leaving only dead silence.
Joshua would never fail to help those who could. He would not hesitate to teach these survivors the breathing method he had carefully thought out, allowing these people to practice the power of merging fighting spirit and magic energy. This kind of The practice method does not require the original crystal. It only requires meditation to draw free energy from the atmosphere for practice. Although the speed is slower, it does save a lot of effort in finding the original crystal. Comparing the two, in this apocalyptic world, this new method is safer.
Every moment, the cultivation methods of the two realms deduced in the warrior's mind will change, so that every survivor who encounters him will get a very different breathing method, and even conflict with each other, but even so, they At the core, they are all the same, that is, by sharpening the life energy in the body, one's own existence can be sublimated and get closer to the root power of 'the power of steel'.
This is a method of practice that leads directly to the ultimate intention and even to a higher level!
In just a few days, Joshua left his legacy on this continent, giving countless survivors who had lost their shelter and could only hide in the mountains and forests a chance to survive.
And many people or dead figures, either openly or covertly, also noticed the existence of the warrior.
At this time, Joshua was still facing the west, the direction that the Mirror of Glory originally pointed.
Along the way, the warriors also received some news about the leader of the Shadow of Death - many survivors said that they had seen three-color crystal streamers cutting through the clouds in the northern sky and flying towards the distance. There is no doubt that these are the traces left by those crystal puppets flying.
However, although Joshua did want to obtain the Seed of the Holy Stone and take a step closer to the legend, he did not forget his true goal.
Joshua knew that he was here to find the inheritance of the fourth sage, and to obtain the information about the Initial Fire hidden in the inheritance of the sage. Pope Eagle, and even all living beings in the Mycroft Continent were there. Waiting for his move.
Although the continent of Grandia was invaded by the undead natural disaster, it was extremely sad. All living beings sank into the whirlpool of despair and pain, experiencing blood and wailing. But it was precisely because of this that the warrior could not look back. He could not let the Mycroft continent also become In a world like this, the Holy Stone Seed on the undead leader's body is certainly an opportunity for him to advance to legend, but it's just along the way. If it goes in the opposite direction, he can't change his direction and turn around to chase those monsters. It's a trade-off.
But for some reason, Joshua, who had come to a desolate wilderness, which may have been the destination of Urbandeni's teleportation for a long time, still could not find his target.
The dragon-winged girl Hilya seemed to have completely disappeared into this land without a trace.
I'm sorry... I went out to pick up someone today. I originally planned to pick him up after noon, but the plane was delayed and I was late, so there was nothing I could do...
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I can only congratulate Li Kui for winning the championship...
(End of chapter)