Joshua once said he wanted to reverse all of this. He couldn't sit idly by and remain indifferent. These words were all sincere and without falsehood, but could helping these survivors drive away the shadow of death reverse the decline of the world's destruction? Can helping these warriors fight and kill their enemies save all living beings? No, everyone has their own path. These warriors who are fighting in the Holy City do not need this kind of superficial help to hinder them. They are burning their hearts, so there is no need to do anything.
What Joshua needs is to go to the source, the origin of the Death Shadow Scourge, to Getar, the imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, and go there to find the truth of everything.
The number of the army of dead shadows is so large that even the view ahead is blocked. At this time, the warrior will take action, swinging a giant sword or a giant ax to create a blade of light. The dim light only flickers for a moment, and it is several kilometers ahead. All the dead shadows were swept away, and countless soul marks were absorbed by the soul abyss, never to be reborn in the dark mist.
-Too much.
This is Joshua's inner thought. The soul abyss cannot absorb complete souls, but can only absorb those soul fragments that died at Joshua's hands. But at this moment, the endless army of dead shadows represents endless soul fragments. Such a huge amount of soul was sucked in, so that the warrior himself did not know what the consequences would be, but if he wanted to march into the deepest lair of the Shadow of Death, this was a necessary step.
Deep in the dark soul abyss, countless crystal-like fragments were wailing and cursing in it, making irrational noises. But at this time, with the continuous and seemingly endless influx of soul fragments, the original fragments were stacked up by them. It rose up and became a towering mountain. These soul fragments were originally the smallest components of the soul, but with the accumulation of such speed and weight, the mountain peak began to spontaneously compress and condense layer by layer, and finally collapsed, forming a small black core.
This dead black ball is suspended in the center of the Soul Abyss, like a bottomless ruin, actively absorbing all the soul fragments in the Soul Abyss and assimilating them into a part of itself.
At the same time, on the Corolla Fortress, on the observatory in the center of the city, the old man in the construct assimilated with the entire city looked into the distance, where the light shone.
"The power of approaching the sanctuary..."
He muttered to himself in disbelief: "But how is this possible?"
Since twenty-seven years ago, it has been impossible for new saint-level beings to appear in the world of Grandia. Even the former saint-level experts must seal part of their strength and suppress themselves to the peak of heaven. .
This is because the entire world is gradually dying and disappearing. Sanctuary-level power communicates with the entire world, and even connects with the most original power of the world. The gradual destruction of the Grandia continent will naturally affect these entities that are most closely connected with the world, and continue to cooperate with this original power that has fallen into death. One, it will plunge oneself into deathly silence.
This effect is more obvious for the strong. It was precisely because the old man was a step slower and was infected by the breath of death that he could only use a construct to replace the dead body, making himself a half-machine life. existence, and other strong men in the Holy Realm also encountered similar problems, but they also used various methods to get around them.
However, this does not mean that it is impossible to break through the realm of the Holy Realm in the world of Grandia. It just means that because of this dead environment, when a strong person breaks through or uses the power of the Holy Realm, death will come.
Joshua didn't know this.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't care at all.
70%, 71%, 72%, 73%... The numbers are advancing bit by bit. As he continues to absorb the free energy in the surrounding atmosphere due to the shattering of the dead shadow, this progress bar is constantly moving towards One hundred percent forward.
At this time, the warrior was just confused. He had been walking in the army of dead shadows for most of the day and killed hundreds of thousands of dead shadows, but why no strong man like Arman came to stop him?
What about those undead commanders
In the distance, on the southeastern edge of the continent, surrounded by a sea of clouds and vast mountains, a huge mountain range like a giant lies dormant in this land.
Wrapped in shadows and darkness, the third most powerful swordsman among all undead commanders stood between the clouds and mist, with his eyes closed. Beside him, the wind seemed to be still, the atmosphere seemed to be solidified, and there was no sound in the world. There was dead silence.
He did not cover his face at this time and could see the face that had been hidden in the darkness.
This is an ordinary face with no features, but it is such a face that can be said to be submerged in the sea of people, but it reveals a sharp aura that can pierce and tear everything, even if he closes his eyes The eyes themselves were motionless, but the churning sea of clouds in the mountains was cut into pieces by invisible blades that came from nowhere from time to time, turning into mist and light rain.
The swordsman stood in the clouds, seeming to be waiting for someone to arrive.
Not long after, a stream of light flew out of a small town from the top of a mountain that seemed to be cut off horizontally.
The old heroic spirit Alain also stood in the clouds, looking at the dead shadow commander in front of him.
"Brother."
A low voice echoed in the high air. The black swordsman, who was as motionless as a statue, finally made some move. He slowly raised his right hand, and then touched the hilt of the sword on the left side of his body. The swordsman spoke with such indifference that he seemed to have no emotion. He said with no emotion at all: "You are bound to this town like this. You are really ashamed of the sword in your hand."
"The reason why I practice, practice swordsmanship, and draw swords is to protect the people I love."
The old swordsman shook his head calmly at this time, and Alaien replied expressionlessly: "Unlike you, I am stubborn and have no desire to be supreme in swordsmanship. They are everything to me, and there is no restriction. .”
"Stubborn, just like before."
The leader of the undead narrowed his eyes and said softly: "It seems that you still won't take action this time, right? Just like the last time I killed the teacher and you took action... Even if the final war has begun, you won't He would think about using his own power to save the world, but he would stay where he is, as motionless as a hen guarding its nest."
The old swordsman was silent for a long time. He looked in the direction of the Saint's Tomb, where black clouds were lingering, and half of the continent sank into darkness. Then he looked behind him. This was a small town living peacefully, where countless people were living. The town nervously looked up at this scene and looked in the other direction.
In the other direction, right under his feet, was an army of the dead that was dense enough to occupy the mountains and rivers. They were slowly advancing to surround the town. The Dead Shadow Swordsman led his troops to the other side of the continent to confront his heroic brother who was also awakened.
"look."
The Dead Shadow Swordsman noticed the sight of the heroic spirit. He turned to look to the southwest of the continent, and looked at the darkness gathering on the other side of the continent with him. The swordsman seemed to be mocking: "All living beings are fighting for the future, but you are shrinking. In the corner of the continent, try to protect these weak people with your power, and wait for the fishermen's profit when they both perish."
"And because of these weaklings, you don't even dare to draw your sword in front of me - what qualifications do you have to call yourself a sword master? You are so despicable and weak, so shameless that it makes me sick."
After talking a lot, but seeing no reaction from the other party, the third leader of the Dead Shadows sighed in disappointment. He said boringly: "It seems that I can only force you to take action."
As he spoke, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword.
“…”
The old swordsman had been silently listening to the other party's sarcasm, silently, but when he saw the other party's hand pressing on the hilt of the sword, he trembled all over and let out a shocked exclamation. Then, the old swordsman pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, At the same time, he immediately turned his head, as if he wanted to say something to the residents on the other side of the town.
Run!
He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but no sound came out.
Because a roar came from the earth.
"shut up!"
In Alleyn Town, an old man heard the words of the Death Shadow Swordsman in the sky. He suddenly stared angrily. The old man, who looked almost as old as his ancestors, angrily pulled out his sword from the scabbard on his waist. When he was young, he held a sword and shouted angrily: "You are not allowed to insult the honor of your ancestors!"
And the roars one after another also came from the small town, sweeping across like a wave.
"Don't worry about us, Ancestor! Take action!"
"What's our fate?! After so many years, we still need the protection of our ancestors. It's okay not to take this life!"
The townspeople who were originally frightened by the approaching army of the dead seemed to have been ignited by dynamite, and each one let out a roar that they would never have let out before. The person in charge was a female knight with scars all over her body, the female knight Davian. Standing next to the old man, he glared at the sky and said: "There are no cowards in the Astorea family! Dead man, draw your sword! Even if death comes, we will never flinch!"
The next moment, the old man next to the female knight got rid of the support of the people around him and walked to the edge of the town wall. He looked directly at the endless army of dead shadows that were slowly coming, clenched his fingers, and stood the sharp sword in front of him. , the old man was almost hoarse, and said loudly in a tone that could be said to be pious: "I am the seventeenth generation descendant of the Sword Saint Arien Astorea! The light of the blade is immortal! My life is endless, My sword will not break!"
He turned to look at the people in the town and said angrily: "What are you waiting for?! Descendants of the Sword Master! It's us who have slowed down our ancestors!"
"Draw your sword!"
Above the sky, the old swordsman who was about to let them escape quickly was stunned.
Because then, everyone in the entire town, whether they were young, middle-aged, men, women, old people or children, except for all the immobile babies, all those who were proud of the name of the descendants of the Sword Master - all drew their swords!
"The light of the blade, the glory is immortal!"
"My life is unbreakable and my sword is unbreakable!"
Everyone roared the inscriptions engraved on their family coat of arms.
These villagers who have been struggling to survive in the apocalypse for nearly thirty years, no matter how difficult it is, have never forgotten their sword practice for a day, are proud of their surnames from the bottom of their hearts.
Therefore, in order to maintain this honor, they drew their swords. These swordsmen even opened the gate of the town, took the initiative to attack, and rushed towards the undead army that was several times, dozens of times larger than themselves, and could even be said to be as vast as the sea.
No one retreated, and no one fled.
The old swordsman stood blankly in the sky. He watched with his own eyes his descendants of his blood rushed from his feet towards the battlefield and towards death, but he was stopped here by his junior brother, unable to stop him or stop him.
This is their courage and glory.
A faint glow of magic energy was released from the sword blade, and the wind and thunder stirred, shattering the atmosphere. The residents of Alleyn Town were not weak. Under their impact, even the undead army was in chaos. One after another, The silver-white sword light flickered in the darkness, filling the air with the sound of hissing through the air. Thousands of dead figures were beaten into ashes in the sound of breaking through the air, and returned to the earth.
But how can hundreds of villagers, less than a thousand, make waves in the sea? After a period of commotion, the endless shadows of death that started to move again overwhelmed these swordsmen in an instant, cutting off their escape route that they had no use for.
Swinging his sword to unleash bursts of energy, after fighting for a long time, a male swordsman finally gave out his strength under the siege of countless dead shadows. The dying man fell to the ground with blood oozing from his mouth, but looking at the swarming enemies, he suddenly He stood up with all his strength and swung his last sword to cut the dozens of dead figures surrounding him into two pieces. But in the end, he was swallowed up by endless shadows and disappeared into the darkness.
-My ancestors, we are your descendants, and the blood flowing in our blood is the blood of heroes who will never surrender.
A voice suddenly sounded in the old swordsman's mind. It was the voice of a man who believed in the heroic spirit that had protected them for thirty years since the end of the world.
-yes.
A female voice sounded immediately, that was the voice of another dead female swordsman. This voice was very young, but she did not regret her death, but was full of regret and hope.
—So you don’t have to tie your hands for us, we... want to see you as a hero.
"Ah... I know... I know."
I know that tears are useless. There is no salvation in this cruel and desperate world.
However,
Tears of the soul fall.
However.
The sword in his hand was tightened.
The old swordsman - Heroic Spirit - the former earth-splitting swordsman Alain Astorea firmly grasped the sword in his hand, facing the menacing junior brother in front of him, who seemed to be about to attack at any time, the third shadow of death. Commander, this heroic spirit closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling and calm his agitated heart.
The world is as short as dew. I know that fighting like this is meaningless. I am just sending myself to death in vain. I also know that I can just run away. I can survive as long as I don’t fight. I just want to be the last person in this world. One hundred and three thousand people will do.
enough.
But there is always something that is better than death, something that can never be escaped or betrayed.
Endless power seemed to gush out from deep within his heart. Alleyn opened his eyes. His body, which was originally composed of countless rays of light, suddenly began to fluctuate rapidly. It looked as if the thousands of light particles that made up his body were rapidly moving. The explosion split, and a powerful force that surpassed the eruption of a volcano and eclipsed the tsunami Tianqing erupted from his body and spread rapidly towards the high sky in all directions.
The old swordsman's hand was also on the hilt of the sword, and he pulled out the long-dormant holy sword from its scabbard.
"Sanctuary—"
The Death Shadow Swordsman, who was watching all this silently, suddenly let out a cry of surprise and roared: "How dare you?!"
"Why don't I dare?"
In this bloody storm, in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, in this blood of blood flowing freely, the sword master laughed loudly, and then - drew his sword and chopped it down!
Immediately, the mountains fell and the earth opened into an abyss.
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It's almost the end of the month, so I'd better ask for a monthly ticket... All the foreshadowings in this world are gone.
(End of chapter)