Joshua once said that he wanted to turn this around. He could not sit idly by and be indifferent. These words were sincere and false, but can help these survivors drive away the shadow of the destruction of the world reverse the destruction? Can help these soldiers fight and kill their enemies save the masses? No, people have their own paths. These soldiers fighting in the Holy City do not need such superficial help to hinder them. They are burning their hearts, so they don’t need to do anything.

What Joshua needs is to go to the source, the place where the natural disasters of death are originated, and the capital of the Ulan Empire, Gaitar, and find the truth there.

The number of the army of dead shadows is too numerous, and even the vision ahead is blocked. At this time, the warrior will take action, swing a giant sword or axe to cut out a light blade. The dim light flashes for only a moment, and all the dead shadows several kilometers ahead are swept away, and countless soul imprints are absorbed by the Soul Abyss and can no longer be reborn in the dark fog.

Too many.

This is Joshua's inner thought. The Soul Abyss cannot absorb the complete soul, but can only absorb the 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 is sucked in, so the warrior himself does not know what consequences will be. However, if you want to march to the deepest nest in the dead shadow, this is a necessary step.

In the depths of the dark soul abyss, countless fragments that seemed to be crystallized were wailing and cursing, making no sense of noise. But at this time, with the continuous stream of soul fragments that seemed to have no end, the original fragments were stacked up by them and became a towering mountain. These soul fragments were originally the smallest components of the soul, but under the accumulation of speed and weight, the peaks began to spontaneously compress and condense layer by layer, and finally collapsed, forming a small black core.

This dead black ball floating 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 part of itself.

At the same time, on the observatory in the center of the city, the old man who assimilated the entire city looked into the distance, and the place where light shines.

"The power of approaching the holy land..."

He murmured to himself in a bit incredible way: "But how is this possible?"

Since twenty-seven years ago, it is impossible for a new holy realm-level existence to appear in the Grandia world. Even the former holy realm-level powerhouses must seal some of their strength and suppress themselves to the peak of the Heavenly Realm.

This is because the entire world is gradually dying and returning to nirvana. The power of the holy realm communicates with the entire world, and even connects with the most original power of the world. The gradual destruction of the continent of Grantia will naturally affect these existences that are most closely related to the world. Continuing to unite with this original power that falls into silence will also cause oneself to fall into silence.

This influence is even more obvious to the strong. It was because the old man was one step slower and was infected by the dead breath that he could only use the construct to replace the dead body, making himself a semi-machine life-like existence. Other powerful people in the holy realm also encountered similar problems, but they also used various methods to go around.

However, this does not mean that in the world of Grandia, one cannot break through the holy realm. It is just that because of this deadly environment, when the strong break through or use 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 moving forward bit by bit, and as he continues to absorb the free energy that is overflowing from the surrounding atmosphere due to the shattering of the dead shadow, this progress bar is constantly moving towards 100%.

At this time, the warrior was just puzzled. He had been walking in the army of dead shadows for most of the day, killing hundreds of thousands of dead shadows, but why didn't there be any strong man like Alman who came to stop his pace?

What about those undead commanders?

In the distance, on the southeast edge of the continent, surrounded by clouds and vast mountains, a huge mountain range like a giant lying across this land.

Wrapped in shadows and darkness, the third-ranked powerful swordsman among all the undead commanders stood among the clouds and mist, with his eyes closed, beside him, the wind seemed to be still, the atmosphere was as solid as it was, there was no sound in the world, and the world was silent.

He did not cover his face at this time, and could see the face that had been hidden in the darkness in the past.

This is an ordinary and uncharacteristic face, but such a face that can be said to be drowned in the sea of ​​people reveals a sharp aura that seems to be able to pierce and tear everything. Even if he closes his eyes, he still doesn't move. However, the sea of ​​clouds in the mountains is occasionally shattered by invisible sharp blades from nowhere, turning into fog and light rain.

The swordsman stood in the clouds, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Soon after, a stream of light flew out from a small town at the top of a mountain that seemed to be cut off.

The old heroic spirit Aren also stood in the clouds and looked at the dead shadow commander in front of him.

"Brother."

The low voice echoed in the sky, the black swordsman who was motionless like a statue finally took action. He slowly raised his right hand and stroked it on the hilt of the sword on the left side of his body. The swordsman said in a cold tone that seemed to have no emotion: "You are bound to this town like this, and you are really ashamed of the sword in your hand."

"The reason why I practice, practice swords and draw swords is to protect the one I love."

The old swordsman shook his head calmly at this moment, and Yaren replied expressionlessly: "Unlike you, I have a stubborn head and don't yearn for the supremeness of swordsmanship at all. They are all mine, and there is no restraint."

"Stubborn, just like before my lifetime."

The undead leader narrowed his eyes and whispered: "It seems that you won't take action this time, right? Just like the last time I killed the teacher, you took action... Even if the final war has begun, you won't think about saving the world with your own strength, but stay in place, like a hen protecting the nest, motionless."

The old swordsman was silent for a long time. He looked in the direction where the tomb of the Saint is located. There was a black cloud tangled with half of the continent sinking into darkness. Then he looked behind him. This was a town that lived peacefully. Countless people were nervously looking up at this scene in the town and alerting the other direction.

In the other direction, at his feet, there were dense army of dead people, enough to occupy the mountains, rivers and lands. They were slowly advancing and surrounding the town. The Dead Shadow Swordsman led his troops to the other end of the continent and confronted his heroic brother who was also awake.

"Look."

The Dead Shadow Swordsman noticed the gaze of the hero. He turned his head to look southwest of the continent, and looked at the darkness that was gathering on the other end of the continent. The swordsman seemed to be mocking: "Everyone is fighting for the future, but you are huddling in the corner of the continent, trying to protect these weak people with your strength, waiting for the two to die together to benefit the fisherman after they die."

"And because of these weak people, in front of me, you don't even dare to pull out the sword, what qualifications do you have to call yourself a sword saint? They are so despicable and weak, so shameless that they disgusting me."

After saying a lot, he didn't see any reaction from the other party. The third commander of the Dead Shadow sighed in dismay, and he said boredly: "It seems that I can only force you to take action."

As he said that, his hand pressed on the hilt of the sword.

“…”

The old swordsman kept listening to the other party's sarcasm in silence, and kept silent, but when he saw the other party's hand pressing on the hilt of the sword, he trembled all over and exclaimed in shock. Then, the old swordsman pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, and immediately turned his head, as if he wanted to say something to the residents of the town.

Run!

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but he didn't have time to make any sound.

Because a roar came from the earth.

"shut up!"

In Yaren Town, an old man heard the words of the Dead Shadow Swordsman in the sky, and he suddenly glared. The old man, who looked almost as old as his ancestors, angrily pulled out his young sword from the scabbard on his waist and shouted loudly: "You are not allowed to insult the glory of your ancestors!"

And the roars that came one after another came from the town, sweeping like a wave.

"Don't take care of us, lord of ancestors! Take action!"

"What's our fortune?! After so many years, we still need protection from our ancestors. It's better not to have this life!"

The townsmen who were originally afraid of being close to the army of the dead seemed to have been lit with explosives from the leads, and they all roared that they would never have made before. The person in front of them was a female knight full of scars. The female knight Davian stood beside the old man and glared at the sky and said, "The Astoria family has no cowards! The dead, draw the sword! Even if death is applied, we will never shrink!"

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 city wall. He looked directly at the endless army of dead shadows that were slowly coming, and he held his sword tightly, and stood in front of him. The old man almost shouted at the top of his lungs and said loudly in a pious tone: "I am the descendant of the 17th generation of sword saint Araine Astoria! The light of the sword blade is immortal! My life is endless, and my sword will not be broken!"

He turned to look at the people in the town and said angrily: "What are you waiting for?! Descendants of the Sword Saint! It was us who dragged down our ancestors' steps!"

"Draw the 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 young, middle-aged, men, women, old, or children, except for all the babies who cannot move, all those who are proud of the name of the descendants of the Sword Saint draw their swords!

"The light of the sword blade, glory is immortal!"

"My life is endless, my sword will not be broken!"

Everyone roared so much with the inscriptions engraved on their home emblem.

These villagers who struggled to survive in the end of the world for nearly thirty years. No matter how difficult it was, they never forgot about Xi Jian for a day. They were proud of their surnames from the deepest part of their hearts.

Therefore, in order to maintain this glory, they drew their swords. These swordsmen even opened the gate of the town, took the initiative to attack, and rushed towards several times, dozens of times themselves, and even the vast army of undead like the sea.

No one retreated, nor did one escape.

The old swordsman stood in a high altitude, and he watched his blood descendants rush to the battlefield from his feet and towards death, but he was stopped here by his junior brother, and could not be stopped, nor could he stop.

This is their courage and glory.

A faint magic light was released from the sword blade, and the wind and thunder were turbulent, shattering the atmosphere. The residents of Yaren Town were not weak. Under their impact, even the undead army had a chaotic chaos. Silver-white sword lights flashed in the dark, making the air full of hissing sound of breaking through the air. Thousands of dead figures were beaten to ashes in such a sound of breaking through the air and returned to the earth.

But how could hundreds, less than a thousand villagers make the sea turmoil? After a riot, the endless dead shadows that started to act again instantly submerged these swordsmen and cut off their unused retreat.

After swaying the sword, he burst out bursts of breath. After fighting for a long time, a male swordsman was finally exhausted under the siege of countless dead shadows. The dying man was covered in blood and fell to the ground. But looking at the rushing enemies, he suddenly stood up and waved his last sword to cut dozens of dead shadows surrounding him into two pieces. But in the end, he was still swallowed by endless shadows and disappeared into the darkness.

My ancestors, we are your descendants, and the blood flows in our blood is the heroic blood that will never surrender.

A voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the old swordsman, the voice of the heroic spirits who had been guarding them for thirty years as a man of faith since the end of the world.

yes.

A female voice followed, which was the voice of another dead female swordsman. The voice was very young, but she did not regret her death, but was full of regret and hope.

So there is no need to be restrained by us, we... want to see your posture as a hero.

"Ahhh...I know...I understand."

I know that tears are useless, and there is no redemption in this cruel and desperate world.

However,

Tears of the soul fall.

However.

The sword in his hand was tightly clenched.

The old swordsman hero, the former earth-breaking sword saint, Arain Astoria, held the sword in his hand firmly. Facing his junior brother who was aggressive in front of him and seemed to be able to attack at any time, the third commander of the Dead Shadow, the hero closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling and calmed down his agitation.

The world is as short as dew. I know that such a battle is meaningless, it is just a futile death. I also know that it is better to escape, and it is better to survive as long as you don’t fight, and it is enough to become the last 103,000 people in this world.

Enough.

But there are always something that is better than death and can never escape or betrayal.

Endless power seemed to surge out from the depths of his heart. Aren opened his eyes, and the body, which was originally composed of countless lights, suddenly began to fluctuate rapidly. It seemed that the thousands of light particles that formed his body were rapidly exploding and splitting, and a great force that surpassed the eruption of the volcano and made Hai Tsuntianqing lose his color erupt from his body and spread rapidly towards the high sky in all directions.

The old swordsman also held the hand on the hilt of the sword and pulled out the long-silent holy sword from the scabbard.

"Sanctuary"

The Dead Shadow Swordsman, who had been watching all this silently, suddenly exclaimed, and he roared angrily: "How dare you?!"

"Why don't I dare?"

In this bloody storm, in this sea of ​​corpses, in this blood flowing blood, the sword saint laughed loudly, then drew his sword and slashed it down!
Chapter completed!