Soul of Burning Steel

It was night, over the Ansen Mountains of the Ulan Empire, the clouds became thicker, and the pattering rain soaked every piece of soil with a bone-chilling chill.

The moon thus disappears.

So the darkness came like a tidal wave.

The night is as dark as water, the mist is surging, and the quiet eucalyptus forest dances like a ghost with the wind.

Caesar was riding a war horse and standing in front of the village he was sheltering. He looked at the endless army of dead shadows looming in the mist and woods, and fell silent.

After a long time, the knight of the heroic spirit stroked his own mount, which had also been revived as a heroic spirit, and showed an unspeakable wry smile. He muttered to himself: "This number is really more than the time I died."

Four hundred and eleven years ago, in the Ansen Mountains, the Flame Knight Caesar Darwell ignited the mountain fire at the cost of exhaustion, defeating the three thousand elite mountain troops and four A titled knight of the same level kept the Ulan Empire from being defeated on the frontal battlefield and retained most of its vitality. After the war, the descendants of the knights were granted the title of Anson, and countless surviving people came here with reverence to pay homage to the statues and steles of heroes.

Three hundred and eighty-four years later, the darkness surged, and the Heroic Spirit who returned to the world once again found that although the road he should walk had come to an end, his battle was far from over.

But this time, the enemy changed from the living to the dead.

More than 20 years ago, under the attack of the shadow of the dead like a tsunami, the revived Caesar led his descendants to open up a small village in the mountains with difficulty. The mountains in the northwest are inaccessible, and except for the undead souls of some ferocious beasts, there will not be any strong souls awakened. Therefore, in the past 27 years, despite hardships, everyone has lived peacefully. It is more difficult to find the primary crystal veins in the mountains.

But now, this peaceful time has come to an end.

Shadows known as the Army of the Dead have come here.

Just like an isolated island in the sea, now, the completely surrounded town has almost no way to retreat, except for the original crystal mine that leads to nowhere behind.

The knight held his lance tightly, and pressed his left hand on the flail at his waist. He said in a thin voice to the villagers who had already prepared their luggage and waited anxiously behind him: "Run, run along the mine road, and stay behind you." Next to the underground river cave that was discovered last time, block the opening of the crack, and never come out again."

"So, what about you, ancestor?"

A girl's uneasy voice asked.

"I?"

Heroic Spirit closed his eyes, he laughed softly, and the Flame Spirit Knight opened his eyes again, and the magic energy began to boil in his body, and the figure made of light turned red instantly, like a burning 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, and the little sparks did not go out in the freezing rain, but flickered and released temperature and heat. While the villagers were retreating in an orderly manner, the knights drove their horses forward, but what should have been Without wisdom, the army of dead shadows who only knew how to obey orders gradually retreated, as if they were instinctively afraid of the flame that this heroic spirit ignited with his soul.

The next moment, the sound of killing rang out, and the Ansen Mountain Range ignited a fire that lasted for ten days.

Just like it was four hundred and eleven years ago.

The same scene happened in every corner of Grandia continent.

In the fishing village along the coast, the mage commanding the frost froze tens of thousands of undead knights. In the quiet forest, the ranger wielding the divine bow wiped out one army after another of darkness with a meteor-like rain of arrows.

Countless awakened but undegenerated heroic spirits tried their best to protect the people and things they wanted to protect, but under the suppression of the endless number of enemies, they all ushered in the end of defeat one by one.

With Gaetar, the imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, as the center, one after another undead troops, which are different from ordinary undead shadows, silently went to one after another shelter hidden in the deep mountains and old forests. Under their attack, these undead troops The villages and towns protected by heroic spirits or strong human beings were captured one by one. Some kind of mysterious and dark secret method made these heroic spirits who could not be corrupted even in a catastrophe be corrupted and corrupted in just a few days, and were assimilated into their former the ranks of the enemy.

In the southwest of the mainland, the last four large gathering places of human beings only learned of this shocking news after nearly ten days.

But at this time, they who were dull and wanted to contact other shelters found that there were no other shelters except them. Maybe there were some scattered gathering places far away from the edge of the continent, but they had already contacted them. no more.

Today, these four last human habitats guarding the resting place of heroes of all ages in the world of Grantia, have been surrounded by darkness, completely isolated and helpless.

And at the same time.

Grandia Continent, Central Western Region, Shaya Mountains, Dark River Forest.

rain.

heavy rain.

The torrential rain fell like the sky poured down, and the swamp forest surrounded by mountains was completely submerged in mud and water.

The leader of the Shaya Mountains, the overlord of the forest, the master of the swamp, Urbani, the king of the Dark River, stood in the center of the forest, at the top of the body made of tree roots, and the purple flame scanned the distance with one eye.

The air was filled with a dead and gloomy atmosphere, and a thick, suffocating mist permeated the air. Even the rain like a waterfall could not wash it away, but Urbani could see that in this thick mist , with countless stirring black shadows, scarlet and cruel rays of light shoot out from pairs of eyes that have long lost their souls, condensing on the forest in front of them.

"Your Excellency, the King of Anchuan, how is the situation now?"

The slightly weak voice of the dragon wing girl sounded from behind the giant treant. Xierya, who had just healed her injury, said hesitantly: "If it really doesn't work, just leave me alone..."

"Shut up, human."

With a voice that can shake the atmosphere, Urbani sternly scolded: "My decision is not something you can question, since I promised you to send you safely out of the Dark River Forest, I will definitely not Go back on your word."

"What's more, do you think these ants can stop me?"

And Shiriya showed a wry smile.

It's not that she doesn't believe in the opponent's strength, but that she feels helpless and ashamed of her own strength.

Since the last time, her family robe resonated again, this powerful spirit of nature changed her attitude, and Urban Deni expressed her willingness to send her out of the Shaya Mountains so that she could go on a smooth journey. Head to Southwest Human Settlement.

But after that day, endless shadows of death came from nowhere, waiting in front of the forest, and surrounded it firmly.

With the cooperation of Urbani, Shiriya tried several times to break through, but all failed. The last time was probably the best chance, but a mistake occurred due to her fatigue, which not only made the breakout fail , and seriously injured himself.

However, in addition to these frustrating bad news, she also probably knew the meaning behind the magic robe she was wearing from the news that the other party inadvertently revealed.

【Origin Saint Robe】

In ancient times, the Grandia continent was still barren, and the nascent world was filled with the heat of flames, leaving the entire land with nothing but boiling hot springs and lava lakes.

But there is a sage who brought thousands of people across the border. He called himself the apostle of the "sage", and with the help of a certain ceremony, he performed a magical magic beyond human imagination, cooling the whole world from the fire. , he scattered the seeds and young of plants and animals, and in just a hundred years, the entire barren continent was rejuvenated, full of life and the smell of vegetation.

The sage who crossed the border and the thousands of people are the origin of all living beings in Grandia, and the robe of the origin saint is the ritual dress worn by the sage when he performed the ceremony.

Although all of these are nothing more than unbelievable legends in the countryside, seeing Urbani's confident expression, Shiriya can't help but start to suspect that the magic robe on her body may indeed have some extraordinary origin Well, the sages in ancient times might not have existed, but it is indeed a piece of extraordinary equipment that is so powerful that it is somewhat beyond common sense.

But now, it's not the time to think about it.

On the opposite side of the forest, in the mist, the endless team of dead shadows suddenly had obvious changes, and the dense array was separating in an orderly manner, leaving a long passage.

The huge treant moved his body, thousands of tree roots twisted, and the soil swelled like a tide. The huge force made the whole forest tremble. The Lord of the Dark River looked at the scene in front of him. It flickered for a moment, and the face made of dark brown wood also became serious.

A swarm of bedbugs.

For the densely packed dark undead in front of him, Urbani dismissed it. As it has survived for nearly a thousand years and is older than most of the heroic spirits, how could it care about mere undead? Even if this kind of existence is tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions, it can't hurt a single hair of it. Diamonds are not afraid of being beaten by eggs, let alone a real comparison, it should be a mountain of diamonds.

Therefore, it has not always been these sad undead that can make the Lord of the Dark River stand ready.

In the deepest part of the thick fog, three figures slowly walked out along a separate passage. Wherever they passed, the shadows of death bowed their heads and the torrential rain separated them. Dry and firm.

It was a middle-aged spellcaster surrounded by seven crystal balls of different shapes. He was carrying a misty figure that would never be noticed unless he observed carefully, and a skeleton covered in blue light. Archer, before coming to the dark mountain forest, faced the huge tree man in the center of the forest.

"Lord of the Dark River, Urbani, why do you want to protect our enemies?"

The caster said to the tree man word by word with a voice like a machine: "For twenty-seven years, the army of dead shadows has never violated your territory, but now why do you abandon your neutral position and turn to join us?" Those human arms."

"She gave a sacrifice, so I naturally have to keep my promise and give her shelter."

The strong and powerful voice shook the mountains and jungles, and even caused ripples in the rainwater in the air. Urban Deni replied disdainfully: "The land and the forest have never belonged to any party. My answer is just like this, and it will never change. .”

"Yes, but we don't want to fight you."

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged spellcaster put down his hood, revealing the true face behind him—a skull made mostly of crystals. The leader of the dead shadow shook the atmosphere with magic power and made a rigid voice : "So, another suggestion, how about you think about it?"

He persuaded with as gentle a tone as possible: "Join us, King of Anchuan, your strength is enough to become one of us, I can even give you my throne, as long as you agree to this condition , So what if you let this dragon girl go? And from now on, the Shadow of Death will never invade the Shaya Mountains and enter your territory."

Hearing this, Xielia, who was behind the tree man, suddenly became nervous, and she immediately wanted to speak to persuade this powerful being not to be bewitched by the other party.

The Dragon Wing girl knew that her life would not be worth mentioning if she didn't have the magic robe. Even if she died, it would not be a big deal, but Urbani is the oldest and most powerful creature in the world. It is blocked in the center of the northwest and southeast of the mainland, making it impossible for the army of the undead to go to the territory of the former Gelug Empire on a large scale. If this person really joins the other side, or even just lets the army of undead advance, it will affect the entire continent. As far as the remaining human forces are concerned, it is a terrible disaster.

But after hearing these words, the Lord of the Dark River sneered harshly.

"Sad dead, heroic souls that have already deteriorated... The darkness has blinded your once wise eyes."

This mighty existence, who looked like just a huge tree man, said in an inexplicably calm tone: "When did you think that you could eat me with such a few bugs? Why do you think that I have to promise you, To fulfill my promise?"

Hearing that, the skeleton caster didn't speak, he just stretched out his pair of crystallized metacarpal bones, and then patted them.

Boom, in the dark clouds in the sky, thunder suddenly exploded, pieces of lightning intertwined in the clouds, and three behemoths shining with magnificent light fell from the sky like this.

boom! boom! boom!

There were three muffled bangs in succession, and the ground that had already turned into mud rolled like waves, and three extremely huge puppets made of crystal all landed in front of the Dark River Forest.

Each of these three puppets is huge, nearly forty meters high. They are composed of pieces of irregular crystal like geometric figures, engraved with countless mysterious runes. In the center of the giant puppet, which is not inferior in size to the master, three holy stone seeds with red, purple, and brown colors can be seen 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-in-chief looks at you differently, but as far as I am concerned, although you are powerful, you are not strong enough to make us afraid .”

"Lord of the Dark River, it's time for you to suffer."

Behind him, the fog figure had disappeared at some point, and the skeleton archer also took off the longbow on his back with a slow but steady posture, but they didn't make a move, but waited for the caster's action .

As the strongest men who have each led an era, whether it is the caster of the crystal puppet, the strongest invisible assassin, or the archer who has shot and killed floating mountain whales and giant sea king beasts, they all have their own hearts. With their own pride, even if they fall for some reason, they will never easily interfere with other people's battles.

But the huge treant shook his head indifferently.

"It's still a little honor that you haven't forgotten."

"But it's pointless."

Numerous tree roots turned into tentacles, lifted the dragon-winged girl and sent it to the other end of the forest. Facing the three puppets who were striding forward and preparing to crush into the forest with an unstoppable force, Urbani's voice became louder and louder. The weaker it is, the roots that make up its body also retract back to the ground one by one.

But just when others were wondering whether Urbani was planning to evade and not fight, a loud roar like an earthquake sounded from the entire underground of the Dark River Forest.

"Boom! Boom!"

It was the sound of some huge monster slowly waking up and moving its body.

"I am the blood of God, the descendant of the Mother Earth Goddess."

A low, but extremely clear voice penetrated from the depths of the entire earth: "I breathe together with this earth, I can hear its anger and unwillingness, undead, no matter what you and the existence behind you want to do, but there is no such thing as you. There can be no doubt that this way ends in nothing but total destruction."

"You guys, let's go together."

And the moment the voice fell, an extremely huge column that seemed to be a mixture of flesh and roots pierced through the ground and was displayed in front of everyone's eyes. This towering wooden column of flesh and blood nearly 100 meters high While appearing in the atmosphere, the surrounding soil, trees, rocks, even rainwater and strong winds are pulled and absorbed by it, forming an extremely thick 'hand'.

This arm is made of rocks and soil as flesh, flowing water as blood, and plant roots as meridians. On the mountainside in the distance, the rocks were cracked and the peaks were loose. On the head of a giant made entirely of black solid rock, two groups of purple flames lit up like the sun, and an incomparable majesty descended.

The Crystal Skull spellcaster saw that it was only a half-body, a huge monster hundreds of meters high, and immediately controlled his puppet to quickly retreat towards the rear. While pulling the distance urgently, it used its non-existent lung cavity to collapse Take a breath.

"Titan!"

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