Cataclysm 27 years, July 11, night.

In the northwest of the mainland, the imperial capital of the former Ulan Empire, the psionic city of Gaitar.

The vast sky is high above all things, and the endless bright starlight and the warm blue moon shine together on this dead land.

On this rocky plateau with no vegetation and trees, only gray-brown color, an almost endless number of black dead shadows with their own scarlet and dull gaze wandered around the huge rocks of the Getar Plateau, and in the mist, you could see that there were many powerful dead figures in the air that could fly and seemed to have their own will to guide the group of undead on the ground, so that they did not have the slightest self-will, and followed a certain law, surrounding and guarding the center of the plateau, the magnificent capital hidden in the mist.

The cold wind swept and howled from the world-level level, blowing across the Getar Plateau, and the severe cold and sand and gravel carried a suffocating necromantic miasma, forming a hellish sandstorm that even the strongest of the Heavenly Realm would frown on, and the capital city of Gaitar, which seemed to have been completely reduced to ruins in the earthquake that seemed to tear apart the entire continent nearly thirty years ago, stood intact in this sandstorm.

In the dark capital, there was not the slightest light, but with the thin starlight and the dim moon, it was faintly visible that among the seemingly intact houses, there were dark wriggling clouds, making voices that did not know whether they were screaming and wailing or curses of resentment, and the location of these houses—or the position of the entire structure of the capital—seemed to have been greatly changed, and they seemed to be part of some kind of huge formation, guarding the seven huge obelisks that had risen at some unknown point in the center of the city.

Seven obelisk tablets made of obsidian and some strange metal shimmer with black-purple energy, and the layers are incomparably intricate, as if the runes containing infinite mystery flicker in accordance with the energy veins, they are located in the center of the city, absorbing all the free energy in the entire Gettar Plateau, and then supplying it to an unknown being.

Suddenly, in the darkness, there was a terrible sound of wind.

In the deep and dark capital, a dark silver light suddenly flashed, and this light broke through from the manic sandstorm outside the city, and in just one second, it crossed nearly ten kilometers and came to the obelisk array in the center of the city.

The person who came was a swordsman, he was shrouded in a gray mist, and his face could not be seen clearly, but he could see that he was carrying a simple long sword at his waist, and on the scabbard, there was a flash of thunder and lightning, releasing a dangerous aura.

The swordsman stood on the obelisk inscribed with the huge number 'three', surging black-purple energy pouring into his body, replenishing the energy he had recently consumed, but other than that, the swordsman did not make any superfluous moves, just waited quietly.

And not long after.

A succession of breaking sounds and strange sounds occurred.

A mage with seven crystal balls of different colors floating around him and a holy stone seed with a bright red light embedded in his chest opened the space-time portal and came to the obelisk tablet inscribed with the huge number 'two'.

A warrior dressed in fierce dragon head armor and carrying a dragon slaying sword walked through the void to the obelisk inscribed with 'Four'.

With the surge of shadows, a thin mist humanoid figure that could not be seen at all, and whose sense of presence was so low that it was impossible to find without paying attention to it, condensed at some point on the top of the obelisk inscribed with 'five'.

A spellcaster dressed in a hooded robe, who came aboard an ender dragon, and a skeletal archer with a skeleton left and a quaint black iron longbow remained, and came to the obelisk of 'Six' and 'Seven' in turn.

Finally, a knight.

The knight did not show any strange strength, nor did he hide his appearance, the ordinary, ordinary-looking, gray-haired old knight rode his equally old and thin warhorse, and staggered step by step through the dark streets shrouded in mist, and where he passed, the shadows of the wailing and cursed houses suddenly ceased to sound, and turned to painful and unwilling prayers, and he looked at them with a light of pity and kindness, but at last he only shook his head, The shadows let out a disappointed sigh.

It took a long time for the knight to walk the long stone path to the obelisk formation, and under the watchful eyes of the other six powerful beings, he led his horse to the top of the stone tablet inscribed with the number 'one'.

No one showed any displeasure, not even the heavily armored warrior in fourth place and the skeletal archer in seventh place saluted respectfully.

"I'm gathering everyone this time because I have an important matter to discuss with you, but before we do that, we need to gather the latest information."

Without any nonsense, the knight said to the surrounding beings in an unexpectedly loud voice that was not like his appearance: "In the territory of the former Gru Empire, around the Autumn Water Forest of the Northwest Misian Plain, there is a holy domain, and even the peak power that almost surpasses the holy domain tears through time and space, allowing a powerful existence from another world to descend. ”

"All the preparations for our plan are nearing completion, only the final removal of obstacles and implementation remains, the arrival of this otherworldly powerhouse is not at a good time, and now, all surprises must be eliminated."

As he said this, the old knight turned his head to look at the third-ranked swordsman: "I have asked the swordsman to send his men to investigate the situation, is there any result?" ”

"Nope."

With his hands clasped to his chest, the swordsman let out a faint voice: "My men haven't sent back a message yet, but he is Loz, the Shadow of Change, and I think he should be able to find information that will satisfy us." ”

"Then I'll put this matter aside."

The knight nodded, and this time he turned his head to look at the second-ranked crystal mage: "Pursuing that dragon-blooded girl who is suspected of holding the 'Origin Sage Robe', can there be any results?" ”

"No, sir." Seven crystal balls fluttering around him danced lightly in mid-air, forming one strange rune and formation after another, the spellcaster replied with a slight bend, but his voice seemed to be synthesized, as stiff as a machine: "The power of the Origin Sage's robe is beyond my imagination, its last outbreak destroyed an entire army of the dead, I have sent my three major crystal golems to pursue, but the Lord of the Gloom River has blocked them." ”

"Has the Lord of the Gloomy River sheltered her, then there is indeed no way to do it."

Seemingly very aware of the other party's strength, a trace of nostalgia flashed in the knight's eyes: "You may not know its true power, don't conflict with it for the time being, we need to gather strength." ”

The knight then asked about all the other beings in turn, and none of them expressed dissatisfaction, and they all answered truthfully.

Until the end, the knight nodded slightly, and he said calmly: "Very good, everything is still planned." ”

Then, he said crisply: "The important thing that I invite you to gather this time is that I have successfully restored the method of the Ulan Empire's summoning and 'controlling' the Heroic Spirit, and I have made certain improvements according to our situation. ”

When he said this, all seven powerful beings let out a disdainful sneer, and even the swordsman, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, shrugged his shoulders.

They were not laughing at the words of the old knight, but at the Ulan Empire.

If it weren't for this arrogant empire that was greedy enough to reverse the taboo of life and death, and intended to forcibly control the heroic spirits who had gathered the faith of countless people, how could they have reappeared on this land?

"The world of Grandia is a world without belief in gods." The spellcaster who came in the ender dragon chuckled softly, and his voice came from under the hood, unexpectedly young: "It's completely different from the other worlds I've been to, all the beliefs are condensed in the ancestors and heroes, and they want to control me...... They will have to fight against the will of the whole world, all human beings. ”

And the warrior in heavy armor also sneered in a deep and indistinct voice: "I can't do it. ”

The old knight seemed to have anticipated the other people's thoughts, so after everyone stopped laughing, he spoke again: "After restoring this method, our next target is the 'Tomb of the Sage' in the southwest region, which is firmly protected by the four major human resistance forces. ”

The knight's voice was now tinged with a hint of etherealness: "The sages and heroes of the ages, those of our old friends, and even our 'myself', are buried there. ”

Suddenly, on the fifth stone tablet, a vague mist figure suddenly whispered something that no one knew clearly.

The old knight heard it, and he responded clearly: "Yes, we don't have the strength to attack the past head-on for the time being. ”

"Therefore, we must first exterminate those scattered resistance forces all over the continent, so that the whole world, except for them, is us."

The old knight, as he said this, gently touched the spear hanging on the flank of the war horse under him, and there was an almost imperceptible smile in his voice: "Then, cut off their sources, block the source of food and water, rob the original crystal ore, and pollute the upstream water quality. ”

The seventh-ranked skeleton archer, the soul fire in his eyes flickered, and he clenched the longbow in his hand, and the fourth-ranked heavy-armored warrior couldn't help but hold the hilt of the giant sword behind him with his backhand, he looked extremely expectant.

The other powerful beings, although they couldn't see their expressions clearly and didn't make any movements, but looking at their momentum, it was also very different from the dull feeling before.

Above the Getar Plateau, a thick fog surged, and lightning snaked down from it, finally sinking into the dark sandstorm and turning into flickering flames.

The pale light shone through the city that had long since turned into a dark dead realm, as if the day had finally descended on this land that had been submerged in the abyss for twenty-seven years.

"It's war."

In the light of lightning, the old knight said, his tone tinged with a hint of relief that had finally arrived.

"Twenty-seven years."

"The final battle is about to begin."