Any pain and joy will not last longer than time.
At dawn, the misty gray-white clouds were dyed a layer of gold by the nascent sunlight. Bright, but not warm rays of light pierced through the gaps in the clouds, but were swallowed up by the darkness that covered the earth.
In this rapidly advancing darkness, the sound of uniform footsteps can be heard, and the clang of friction and collision between armors can be heard, but there is no sound of human communication at all.
The continent of Grandia, the southwest wasteland, welcomed a group of silent visitors.
The distorted fluctuations of time and space slowly disappeared behind them. These dark existences carried a dead breath that did not belong to this earth, transmitted from the distant northern sand plateau.
Clang. The sound of metal collision sounded, and the sunlight gradually became brighter. It broke through the gray-white clouds and shone on the land. The scattered dead shadows in the wasteland immediately began to dissipate, and the darkness that originally shrouded the earth also gradually Dissolving, revealing its subsequent existence.
A unit as uniform as a machine, extremely elite and heavily armored.
Flags were flying, and black metal full-body armor was draped on every soldier of this army. The flails, heavy crossbows, cross swords and throwing spears carried on their waists were all well-made and glowed with a bloodthirsty cold light.
But the most surprising thing is that this group of existences with no trace of living beings did not dissipate due to the coming of the sun. They were protected by a dim black ring above their heads, which contained a power that was different from the ordinary shadows of death. , so that the sun cannot harm them.
At the forefront of this army, a warrior wearing a ferocious dragon-headed heavy armor and carrying a dragon-slaying giant sword led this army across the portal and marched on the land of the southwest wasteland.
No pain or joy is heavier than death.
Commander Arman understands this deeply.
As a dead person who has risen from a long sleep and a general who once commanded an infinite army, no one knows better than him - time and death are so heavy that they are enough to crush all spirits and make all glory eclipse.
Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, the Central Empire general Arman Fernand, the predecessor of the Ulan Empire and the Gru Empire, led an army to attack the giant dragon entrenched on the overseas Dragon Island. Because of this unexpected surprise attack, at first Hundreds of giant dragons died, and then under the command of Arman, the army suppressed the dragons' activities and living space layer by layer, until this powerful general personally killed the dragon clan leader of that generation, and killed these dragons. An ancient and glorious powerful race was almost completely extinct, leaving only a few dragon blood descendants in the world.
Five hundred and fifty-three years later, the resurrected Dragon-Slaying General led his reborn army to walk on this land. Their glory was no longer known, and their achievements became an understatement in history books. , just like the dragon clan that was massacred back then and forgotten now, everything gradually returned to dust and silence under the sweep of time.
But now, this army of the dead, which was once full of glory, is marching towards the wasteland at a determined pace.
Their goal is to wipe out all life in it.
Since the shadow of death swept across the entire continent, all forces in the world of Grandia have collapsed under this endless intrusion. Most of the cities have been quickly conquered or destroyed themselves, leaving only those who fled to the deep mountains and old forests. Survivors remain, and the life on the entire continent has been reduced by 90%. Ten rooms and nine empty rooms are no longer an exaggerated adjective, but a fact.
But even these survivors have recently been wiped out one by one by the undead army that has gradually become more active.
As the creator of all this, Commander-in-Chief Arman did not feel any shame or hesitation in his heart, because all of this was an order from 'that person', and everything that 'that person' said and did did not matter at all. There is no doubt that it is all justice.
Even wars, massacres and the destruction of the world are all like this.
But suddenly, the army stopped.
The sound of footsteps disappeared in an instant, leaving only the whistling of the wind in the atmosphere. The dawn sunshine completely broke through the clouds and fog, making the world covered with light and filled with warmth.
The general wearing a dragon-headed helmet put down his hand that signaled the army to stop. He raised his head and looked at the endless wasteland in front of him.
It can be noticed that the two red flames behind the V-shaped gap in his helmet suddenly shrank into light spots, and the palm on the hilt of the sword at his waist could not help but tighten.
Arman saw someone.
On the wasteland, the vegetation has dried up, and the earth has cracked with countless cobweb-like gaps due to the severe drought. And a warrior with black hair and red eyes, exuding indescribable pressure, stands in this plain without any shelter. seems to be waiting for their arrival.
He was wearing black light armor, a silver giant sword as tall as a person was propped on the ground by his right hand, and a huge battle ax was carried on his shoulder. His face was calm and almost cold.
Like the sun, the majesty radiates over dozens of miles around. This power makes the dawn in the sky eclipse it, making it the largest heat source in the world, scorching everything around it. The dry grass and trees are just incidental. The undead around them are the most important thing.
Arman stood in front of his army. The black ring above his head rotated slowly, blocking the pure life energy radiating from the opponent's body. He immediately knew that this was the goal of their trip.
A strong man at the peak of the heavenly realm who is on the verge of the holy realm and may break through at any time!
One is equal to their current broken body and belongs to the pinnacle of power in this declining world.
"Are you that person from another world?"
General Longkai's voice resonated through the magic energy and was transmitted several kilometers away. He said in a tone that was so plain that he seemed to have no emotion: "We have a list of the remaining powerful people in the Heaven Realm in the entire continent, especially those in the Heaven Realm." Those who are at the pinnacle of their realm and are close to breaking through are even more focused on - and you are not among them."
The warrior did not answer his words. Joshua seemed to have no intention of communicating. He just gradually tightened his grip on the handles of the sword and axe, and the majestic energy flowed through his body.
But Arman didn't take it seriously. He seemed to have other ideas, so he said to himself: "I don't know why you came to this hopeless world."
"But no matter what, you'd better return immediately and not interfere in the fight between us and the living."
"That's not something you people from other worlds can get involved in."
There was a strong warning in these words, but there was no hostility at all. This attitude made Joshua stunned, but then he shook his head, as if he was mocking the other person for thinking too much.
I just do what I want to do.
The warrior slowly raised the giant sword and ax in his hand, and then gathered them into a simple dragon-hunting sword and spear in his hand. Holding the long handle of the sword and spear, he put on a fighting posture and invited the opponent to fight. There was fire burning in his eyes, as if he was telling a truth.
-Only the winner is qualified to speak.
After he finished speaking, the life energy that kept radiating around him began to shrink rapidly, rushing towards Joshua's body. He knew that the other party was no less than Herras, and might even be worse. Being alive, a warrior will never be careless or have any remaining strength.
"Want to fight?"
On the other side, Arman, who understood the warrior's thoughts, shook his head and sneered: "Pathetic one, you have no idea what you are facing."
The next moment, the general pulled out the long sword from his waist, clenched his fingers and held it upright in front of him.
A loud noise came from him, and with the thunder-like roar, endless smoke and black gas spurted out from the gaps in the dragon armor general's armor, converging into a ball of endless runes above him and his army. The giant black ring formed with the totem, this ring links all the dead shadows together, as if they are integrated into one.
"I am Arman Fernand, the dragon-slaying general of the Central Empire in the Titled Sanctuary, the fourth commander of the Shadow of Death."
The flowing clouds moved under the control of this power, as if a pair of invisible hands were gathering all the energy in the world, and Arman's voice became louder and louder. From the beginning, he just spoke in a calm voice, and then he Like thousands of giant dragons roaring at the same time, the violent wind formed by sound waves surged over the wasteland, causing the clouds to surge, the sky and the earth to lose color, and nothing seemed to be able to defy his will.
The dragon-armored general raised his head slightly, his eyes focused on Joshua, and his murderous intent suddenly broke out.
"What you will face is the sanction of Ten Thousand Arms!"
Sonorous! All the undead standing behind Arman drew their weapons at this time, and the blood-like light in their scarlet eyes became more intense, as if they were eager for the next killing and flesh and blood.
And silently, an extremely huge, towering shadow of the military god seemed to wake up from his long sleep in the underworld and emerge from the void. This military god's shadow had no flesh and blood on his body, leaving only pale bones, but it Wearing heavy dragon scale armor, holding a bone-crushing warhammer and an armor-breaking sword in his hands, he was releasing bloody and vicious killing intent. It seemed as if the resentment and curses that had killed millions of people were condensed in the armor of the phantom of the military god. on the surface, causing malicious ripples like black light to appear on its surface.
Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, the dragon-slaying general gathered the power of all the armies to destroy the country and slay the dragon in an invincible forbidden method [Lord of All Arms], today it is revealed again!
And his opponent is only one person.
"I am the armies, and the armies are me."
"If you want to face me, you have to face my military power. If you want to kill me, you have to kill us all."
Arman pointed his long sword at the silent warrior in front of him, and above the undead army, the phantom of the military god comparable to a Titan also stretched out his long sword and pointed at the warrior. The fierce murderous intention seemed to solidify everything in the world, making everything in the world freeze. All living creatures are slaughtered!
As for the warrior, his eyes lit up.
He spoke, his first words since the two came into contact.
"It doesn't sound difficult."
(End of chapter)