Soul of Burning Steel

Just when the sword of the Juggernaut was shining again.

In the territory of the former Ulan Empire, behind the final battlefield of the undead and the living, there is an empty and uninhabited plain.

The long wind howled through the mountains and forests, and the yellow fallen leaves carried gravel across the dry ground. A decayed and damaged flag was planted on the ground, whistling with the wind, and an old man rode his scrawny war horse, Stand before the flag.

The old knight wore an old armor that looked like broken copper and rotten iron. The leather between the armor pieces seemed to have rotted away, leaving only a thin layer of tendons connected, as if it had just been dug out from the grave . But even so, the old man's back stood upright like the straightest pine wood, and the old horse's standing posture was as steady as a statue. Even if the ground trembled and the sky thundered, it couldn't make it a little bit weaker. shaking.

At this time, above the sky, the sun was extinguished, all the brilliance dissipated, and the dead cold spread in the world.

The old knight was not moved, he just watched all this quietly, watching the wind and clouds surging, the sun and the moon dimming, his gray pupils were full of memories.

The cold wind rolled across the plain like a thread. He seemed to have seen, before he saw a long time ago, there was a warm wind blowing across this land, making the lush green grass undulate like waves. When the cattle and sheep bowed their heads to eat the grass leaves, Children with shepherds follow the Holy One and listen to her teachings.

But that's all in the past. The old knight came back to his senses, all the illusions of the past disappeared, the saint was blurred, and his smiling face seemed to be broken like glass, the warmth of the past has dissipated, and now only the dead shadow of death circulates between heaven and earth .

And he is one of them.

The old knight suddenly raised his head thoughtfully, and looked towards the other end of the continent. There, there was a golden sword light across the sky, splitting the clouds and the starry sky together. As a result, the mountains fell, the earth fell, and countless dead shadows appeared in the sky. The sword was destroyed in the light, turning into nothingness that didn't exist, and his subordinate, the third most powerful swordsman, was also wiped out by this blow.

"Arian Astoria."

He nodded slightly on the horseback, and praised with some emotion: "It's really a dazzling sword light. It is worthy of being the strongest sword master in the history of the Grandia world."

It really lives up to its reputation.

But the old knight didn't continue to pay attention. After recovering, he turned his head and continued to look forward, at the end of the plain.

There, there was a dark red light walking on the earth, and in the center of the dark red light, the man came all the way, sweeping away the undead thousands of miles away. Millions of troops wanted to intercept it, but they all returned in vain, and were completely defeated by Xeon's force.

That was what he was waiting for. The existence that has been waiting for thousands of years.

The scrawny war horse neighed softly, as if looking forward to it, and the old knight lost his mind for a moment for some reason.

Back in time, back to the scene thousands of years ago, the sage holding the scepter stood in the middle of the plain. His figure was somewhat illusory, he looked at this brand new and prosperous world, and the countless peaceful people living in it, his face was calm, but With a determination that will never change the decision.

"Cynthia, it hurts more to give hope first and then destroy it than to give despair in the first place."

The sage spoke softly to the half-kneeling sage behind him, without any emotion in his tone, whether it was a reproach or a reminder: "Are you ready to take on everything?"

The elf named Fanxing nodded firmly, and responded in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, teacher, I am ready for everything."

The sage turned his head slowly, looked at the shepherd boy who was watching secretly from afar, and said with a smile, "I have already chosen my students."

"He will surely fulfill my wish."

The long wind blows the clouds.

The shrill wind echoed above the wasteland, as if the world was crying.

The old knight was indifferent, and scenes flashed before his eyes—the first newborn born in this world, and now the shepherd boy is receiving the teachings of the saints on the grassland, and he has learned the most extraordinary things in the world Martial arts and knowledge, and then the descendants of the 103,000 ancestors who ruled the world decades later, created the first and largest empire in the world, and established great achievements that ordinary people can't even imagine.

Then the founding emperor of the Central Empire, a hero among heroes, watched his teacher die in front of his eyes.

"Akhar, don't be sad, I am just one with this world, and I will be with you forever from now on."

Lying on the bed, the young elf, still as beautiful as it was decades ago, stretched out his hand to caress the face of his student, and then bit by bit it turned into a starry sky, blending into the world, a middle-aged man with an expressionless face He could only hold on to the empty bedding underneath, even though the blood vessels had been pinched and burst by himself, he did not let go for even a moment.

Only the last voice of the saint echoed in his ears.

"Don't forget your mission, please let everyone be saved."

"I haven't forgotten."

Thousands of years later, the founding emperor of the Central Empire, Akhal Akeyev, who had revived from death, said softly to himself: "But I disappoint you, teacher, not everyone can be saved."

Cowardly people may not always be cowardly, but brave people may not always be brave. Old knights can make their knights and troops fearless of death, but they cannot let this spirit be passed on forever. There will always be escape and betrayal in this world, even Nuo Great empires, seemingly indestructible great achievements, will also be overthrown in one conspiracy and betrayal after another.

The old founding emperor was not defeated by aging and time, but was killed by a glass of poisoned wine served by the maid. The old knight didn't care which of his sons could not wait to sit on the throne, but he was indeed disappointed. .

Even close relatives cannot be trusted, so what else is there to trust in this world? Even the descendants will betray, so what belief in the world can stick to it?

Thousands of years later, when the old knight was awakened by the power of the Ulan Empire, his heart was still full of disappointment, so relying on the preparations he had already prepared, he did not hesitate to start the last step left by the sages, so that this The world is in doomsday.

Until now, this perception has changed little.

In the distance, in the four holy cities, under their leadership, the last human beings fought against the endless army of undead with supreme courage and will. The old man in the form of a machine and the spellcaster who manipulated the crystal chased in mid-air. The vines entangled the summoned ice bone dragon, the dwarf warrior and the invisible mist figure fought in the center of the battlefield, and the giant held a sword and blocked the arrows shot by the archer who already had a physical body.

At this last moment of life and death, on the eve of the imminent destruction of the world, the stubborn heart was finally hit by the hammer of despair, and it burst into light that is enough to make people admire.

Behold, teacher, this is the radiance you expect. Even the descendants of the traitors will have such courage and determination one day.

But all of this has nothing to do with the old knight. Akhar raised his head and looked towards the end of the plain, where a warrior was striding forward.

This is a warrior with black hair and red eyes. He is holding a dragon hunting spear. Rocks and dust seem to have lost their gravity and surround him. horn sound.

Countless undead chased after him, but they were still unable to break through an invisible barrier and get close to his body.

"I have been waiting for you, successor of the sages."

Laughing loudly, the old knight pulled up the flag from the ground. Now it seems that it is not a flag, but a long lance, the blade of which is pulled out from the sand, and the damaged flag rolls, wrapping At the end of the lance, Akhal urged the old war horse under him, and slowly approached the soldier.

"The short history of the Grandia world will end here. I know what you are thinking, and I also know what you want to explore."

The lance was burning—along with the old knight and war horse, the golden-red flame lit from the rotten banner, and then enveloped Akhal and his mount in an instant, and then, accompanied by a wanton neighing, A strong war horse with muscles like iron and steel came out of the raging flames and returned to the world with its master who had also become young.

It seems to have spanned a whole millennium.

The damaged armor is intact now, the armor with cracks before is now smooth as new, the silver-gray steel is connected by dragon tendons, the no longer old knight holds a sharp Orichal steel spear, burning in the gray pupils With raging fire, space and energy condensed around him at this moment, turning into an invisible barrier.

The number one commander of the undead, Akhal Aliyev raised his lance, and the arc flashed, breaking the clouds. He calmly said to the soldiers who were not far away: "As long as you defeat me, you will know All the truth, master the fate of this world."

And on the opposite side of him.

The soldier nodded seriously.

"That's exactly what I mean."

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At this time, the edge of the plain spanned almost half of the continent. Joshua, who swept all the way, stared at the lonely knight in the middle of the barren plain.

The incomparably strong horses and the knights in silver armor are like indestructible stone statues, standing there like mountains. Although they are just one person and one rider, they are more terrifying and powerful than the undead army that crushes everything behind the warriors. .

The wind blew past, causing the rocks around the warrior to shake, Joshua narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were a little blurred.

——Multiverse, billions of worlds, why did you choose me from the endless sea of ​​people to come here, to the Mycroft Continent, to this world?

Maybe to get everything back on track.

Perhaps to change a hopeless future.

Or maybe there is one, or many, things that only I can accomplish.

Changing the future, changing destiny, choking the throat called "destiny", and reversing the trajectory called "necessity", these may be the reasons why he stands here.

But what the hell, fighters don't think about that much.

Qiao Jinglin in the former world, and Joshua Van Radcliffe in the Mycroft continent, would not think about such things—he only knew that in the face of chaos and despair, human beings should fight unremittingly and never retreat.

This is his truth.

But now, the warrior has just defeated the endless undead. In front of the warrior, there is a powerful enemy who has come out of the long river of history. He knows all this and only this.

that's enough.

"Sage."

Calling out the name of the person who caused all this, Joshua raised the sword and spear in his hand, and the spiral energy coiled in front of it. He pointed the sword and spear at the accelerating knight who was charging towards him, expressing his sincere emotion .

"You are worth fighting for."

[Power liberation degree: 99%]