Cold rain overflowed from the black clouds, blowing across the earth with a pungent smell.

Lightning swirled in the shadows of the sky, and the biting cold air spread in the wind and rain, making the entire Grandia world feel like an ice prison after one hundred and seventy layers of the abyss.

Standing between the deep pits and scattered bones, Joshua let out a long breath, and the dragon hunting sword and spear in his hand turned into light, divided into a pair of young girls who originally wanted to congratulate their master on his victory over a powerful enemy, but in the end they were silent because of this inexplicable atmosphere.

Arman Fernand is dead, but the Northwest Wasteland remains silent, and the region is still alive except for the bloodthirsty beasts hidden in the deep caverns and the survivors saved by the warriors.

Killing an Undead Grand Ruler doesn't change anything.

"The host ......"

Hotaru had followed Joshua for the longest time and knew his character, so after waiting for a while, the girl tentatively asked, "Why don't you seem happy?" ”

"yes." Following the silver-haired girl, Rin quickly asked, "Master, if you kill this undead archon, there won't be a similar existence for a long time to come and ask for trouble, and that group of survivors is safe." ”

"No, he wasn't killed by me."

It seemed that he was still recalling the feeling he felt when he shot through the core of the General God Phantom, and it took a while for Joshua to say in a somewhat helpless tone: "Arman committed suicide. ”

"Suicide?"

Both Hotaru and Rin were stunned for a moment, they couldn't figure out if it was Joshua's problem, or if they had a problem, could it be that the feeling of stabbing through the enemy was fake?

But the warrior didn't intend to elaborate on this, he just glanced at the remaining fragments of energy in front of him, which was the last remnant of the being called Arman.

How can killing a person with a will to die be called killing? Even if Arman did use all his strength in the end, but fighting is such a thing, which is originally to fight for life and blood, and burn beyond his own limit.

Perhaps for that general, dying in the hands of a powerful being that he had been pursuing during his lifetime but could never become in the middle of a dignified battle was the best place in his life, and he didn't want to leave regrets like the Jewel Dragon King, Joshua just fulfilled his wish, that's all.

As for why such a former hero would have fallen to the point where he wants to destroy the world and let everything return to the dead, the warrior does not understand, he only knows that it is almost pointless to kill Arman, the Northwest Wasteland is still the Northwest Wasteland, it is impossible to restore to the fertility of twenty-seven years ago, and the Grantia World is still a dying world, and nothing will change because of this little thing.

Those thirty or so survivors have nowhere to go at the moment, could it be said that killing such an undead leader can eliminate the undead natural disaster that envelops the entire continent? Of course not, so Joshua's heart was very heavy at this time.

Perhaps, killing all seven undead commanders can save this world, but he doesn't have time to do this, the safety of the Mycrof continent is more important in the hearts of the warriors than this world.

But...... If all is over, there will be more time left after the Fourth Sage Lineage is recovered by the Church of the Seven...... Then you can't give it a try.

But in the end, he let out a heavy sigh.

"Let's go."

After sighing, Joshua said to his weapons, "Arman may be dead, but he said a lot of interesting information during the battle, including the fact that the Second Commander was chasing and killing a dragon-winged girl. ”

The inheritor girl in the resonance projection also seems to have a pair of dragon wings.

With this in mind, the warrior turned his head and walked towards the cave where the survivors were hiding: "The Second Commander is now heading northwest of the Southwest Wasteland, and I think their source of information must be more reliable than our wild guesses. ”

"Yes!" In response, the Shenji sister and brother hurriedly caught up with their master.

And a moment later, the cave, which was sealed with rock, was opened by a man.

Outside the cave, in the wasteland of smooth sand blown by the violent hurricane, Joshua looked at the thirty or so teenagers and girls in front of him who were practicing the breathing method he had pioneered.

Most of these survivors were young, and the oldest was no more than twenty years old, a few days ago, they were too weak to even be noticed by the undead lords, but now, with abundant protocrystals and combat training, most of them have entered the realm of Grandia's primary professionals, and their talents are as good as Crete, and even reach the realm of intermediate professionals.

Their potential is not weak, if they are placed in the Mycrof Continent, as long as they enter the academy to practice, they will be able to become the backbone of the army or an organization in a few years, and the chance of advancing gold will never be small, not to mention that the great demon tide of the Mycrof Continent is approaching in an instant, and at that time, absorbing magic power from the atmosphere to practice will not even be slower than directly holding the original crystal to absorb.

However, they were born in Grantia, a dangerous world where there was no longer any order, and their natural potential was buried, and if they hadn't met Joshua, they would have been destined to turn into dry bones.

"I'm leaving."

Glancing at the neatly standing survivor boy and girl, the warrior said calmly: "I'm not a guardian, I came here because I have one thing to do, and the cultivation method I teach you is also an experiment I did, so don't be grateful to me, it's a fair deal." ”

Didn't care about the survivors who were in an uproar, looked at the entrance and exit of the cave next to him, Joshua pondered for a while, and then stretched out his hand, a huge amount of life energy gathered, controlling the soil and rocks in that area out of thin air, transforming it into a hidden entrance hidden between the dirt and sand, after doing all this, he spoke: "The southwest wasteland is still dangerous, but this place is very hidden, and the imprint of the dead soul within a radius of thousands of meters has been completely erased by me, and there will be no dead at night, it is very safe." People who don't have their own settlements can come and live here, and if you have settlements, I also hope that you will come here, and more than thirty people will help each other, which is much better than fighting alone or in groups of three or five. ”

The warrior explained some more things, and then he was about to leave, and just as he was about to get up and fly in the northwest direction, the young man who was the leader, that is, who had broken through the silver realm, Crete, suddenly spoke: "Then my lord, what do you want to do?" ”

When the blonde boy opened his mouth to ask questions, his nervous voice changed a little, but out of a sense of eagerness to repay, Crete still forced himself to say what he wanted to say, despite his instinctive obstruction.

And Joshua looked back at the other party in some surprise, paused for a moment, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and replied, "I'm looking for someone." ”

"A red-haired girl with dragon wings on her back." Glancing at Larreel on the side, the warrior added: "Not necessarily older than you, she looks very young, she was teleported to the Northwest Wasteland a few days ago, but I haven't found any trace of her until now." ”

He looked at the young men and girls in front of him who were frowning and contemplating, and waited patiently.

Those who give favors must also give the recipients a chance to reciprocate, although Joshua does not think that they can give any reliable answers, but there is no harm in trying, at least it can make the young girls feel at ease.

As a result, there was a real surprise.

"I remember that some time ago, there was indeed a faint blue light flickering near the village."

It was a somewhat thin girl who spoke, with some faint freckles on her face, and at this time she seemed to be caught in her memory, and was talking about the situation little by little: "At that time, the merchants from the northwest of the Holy City had just left the village, and the direction they went back seemed to be the direction in which the light flickered. ”

"Holy City?"

Joshua felt that he was hearing familiar words, and among the valuable information that Arman had uttered during the battle, the word Holy City definitely appeared quite a lot, such as the fact that after some time, the Seven Lords of the Undead - now the Six Great - would go to attack the four holy cities that guarded the tomb of the Sage.

"Well, yes, my lord, it's the Holy City." This time it was not the freckled girl who spoke, but the cheerful personality, said the childhood friend of Crete, Malarel, and the girl immediately added this information after hearing the warrior's question: "The Northwest Wasteland originally had nearly twenty shelters, and it was one of the largest gathering places for human beings except for the four holy cities, and there were many local specialties and original crystals here. Occasionally, the Holy City would send someone over and exchange food and other things for specialties and primordial crystals. ”

The other boys and girls also pointed out the direction to the holy city, and one of the teenagers who had learned to paint even drew a rough map on the sand next to it and showed it to Jojoshua.

"Is that so?"

Glancing at the rough map of the sand, he had roughly guessed where the Dragon Winged Girl was now, Joshua's eyes couldn't help but light up, he laughed, and sighed a little in his tone: "I didn't expect that there would really be a gain, if I had asked earlier, I wouldn't have wasted these two days." ”

If it weren't for the fact that Joshua had saved these survivors in the past few days and given them enough strength to protect themselves from their cultivation, maybe the girl who knew the news would have died before the warrior could ask.

Thinking of this, Joshua couldn't help but glance at the young girls in front of him again, and in their eyes was the joy of finally being able to help.

As soon as his heart moved, a thought couldn't help but flash through the warrior's mind.

Maybe...... When he found the Fourth Inheritor and asked the Church of the Seven Gods to open the space-time passage back to the Mycrof Continent, he could let these children leave this world together, thinking that the passage that was already stable at that time was enough to carry these people.

But Joshua didn't promise that no one could know what would happen in the future, maybe by the time he found the fourth inheritor, the situation would be so dangerous that there would be no time to escape, and maybe before he could complete the task, these children would all have died due to various accidents.

Or perhaps, the world of Grandia has a chance to get rid of the apocalyptic scene it is now and return to its former rich and beautiful appearance.

After looking at these people deeply, Joshua said goodbye, and then took off into the air, flying in the direction of the Holy City.

Watching the light of the warriors disappear into the sky, the stunned boys and girls also dispersed little by little, not to return to their respective residences, but to follow Joshua's advice, carry some valuable things from their own homes, and live in this hidden cave with these companions who have also been inherited.

And in a ruined sanctuary village, in a dilapidated study covered in dried blood.

The heavy History of the Central Empire was blown by the wind and fell to the ground after a jolt.

The pages tossed and turned, and finally stopped at the middle of the thicker side, almost near the end of the page.

On this page, the compiler, in the obscure but beautiful strokes of the ancient Grandean lingua franca, recounts the great exploits of an invincible general, his unbreakable trust and loyalty to the emperor, and the story of a monarch and courtiers that has been sung for a long time by posterity.

And at the end of this page, it is recorded that the general finally understated, almost a skimming ending.

【Dragon Slayer General Arman Fernand】

[In the year 572 of the Central Empire, he died in a despicable assassination organized by the rebels. 】