Joshua once said he wanted to reverse it all. He couldn't sit idly by, he couldn't sit idly by, these words were sincere and unfalse, but could helping these survivors drive away the dead would reverse the decline of the world's destruction? Will helping these warriors fight and killing their enemies will save the multitude? No, people have their own paths, and these warriors who are fighting in the holy city do not need this 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 of origin of the Shadow Scourge, the imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, Gaitar, and go there to find the truth of everything.

The number of the army of the dead is so large that even the vision in front of them is obscured, and then the warrior will strike, swing a giant sword or giant axe to slash out a blade of light, the dim light only flickers for a moment, and all the dead shadows in the front kilometers are swept away, and countless soul imprints are absorbed by the soul abyss, and can no longer be reborn in the dark mist.

- Too many.

This is Joshua's inner thoughts, the soul abyss cannot absorb the complete soul, only those soul fragments that died at the hands of Joshua, but at this moment, the endless army of the dead represents the endless soul fragments, such a huge amount of soul is inhaled, so that the warriors themselves do not know what the consequences will be, but if they want to march to the deepest lair of the dead, this is a necessary step.

In the depths of the dark soul abyss, countless crystallized fragments wailed and cursed in it, making a noise without the slightest reason, but at this time, with a continuous stream of soul fragments that seemed to be endless, the original fragments were stacked up by them, becoming a towering mountain. These soul fragments were originally the tiniest part of the soul, but with this speed and weight accumulation, the mountain peaks began to spontaneously compress and condense layer by layer, and finally collapsed, forming a small black core.

This dead black sphere was suspended in the very center of the soul abyss, like a bottomless ruin, actively absorbing all the soul fragments in the soul abyss and assimilating them into a part of itself.

At the same time, the Corolla Fortress, on the stargazing platform in the center of the city, the old man of the structure assimilated with the whole city looked into the distance, the place where the light shimmered.

"Near the Sanctuary...... power. ”

He muttered to himself in some disbelief, "But how is this possible? ”

Since twenty-seven years ago, it has been impossible for a new Sanctuary-level existence to appear in the Grandia World, and even the previous Sanctuary-level powerhouses must self-seal a part of their strength and suppress themselves to the peak of the Heavenly Realm.

This is because the whole world is gradually dying and disappearing. The power of the Sanctuary level communicates the entire heaven and earth, and even connects with the most primordial power of the world, and the gradual destruction of the Grandia Continent will naturally affect these existences that are most closely connected with the world, and continue to unite with this kind of origin power that has fallen into a dead silence, which will make itself fall into a dead silence.

This kind of influence is even more obvious for the strong, the old man is precisely because he was one step slower and was infected by the breath of death, so he can only replace the body of death with a constructed body, making himself a half-machine life-like existence, and other Sanctuary powerhouses have also encountered similar problems, but they have also used various methods to bypass it.

However, this does not mean that in the Grandia world, it cannot break through the realm of the Sanctuary, but it is just that because of this dead environment, when the strong break through or use the power of the Sanctuary, it is the time of death.

Joshua didn't know this.

But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

70%，71%，72%，73%…… The numbers moved forward little by little, and as he continued to absorb the free energy in the surrounding atmosphere that was spilled out by the shattering of the Dead, this progress bar was constantly moving towards 100%.

At this time, the warrior was only puzzled, he had been walking in the army of the dead for most of the day, killing hundreds of thousands of the dead, but why did not a strong man like Arman come to stop him?

What about the Undead Archarchons?

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

Covered in shadows and darkness, the powerful swordsman, who ranked third among all the undead commanders, stood between the clouds and mist, his eyes closed, and beside him, the wind seemed to be still, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen, there was not the slightest sound in the heavens and the earth, and the world was dead silent.

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

This is a plain, featureless face, but it is such a face that can be said to be able to drown in the sea of people, but it reveals a sharp aura that seems to be able to pierce and tear everything, even if he closes his eyes, he is motionless, but the churning sea of clouds in the mountains is crushed from time to time by invisible blades that come from nowhere, turning into fog and light rain.

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

Soon after, a streamer of light flew out of a small town at the top of a mountain that seemed to have been cut horizontally.

Old Heroic Rayne also stood in the clouds, staring at the Archmaster of the Dead in front of him.

"Brother."

A low voice, echoing in the air, the black swordsman who was motionless like a statue finally made a move, his right hand slowly raised, and then stroked the hilt of the sword on the left side of his body, the swordsman said in a tone that was so cold that it seemed to have no emotion: "You are so bound to this town, you are really ashamed of the sword in your hand. ”

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

The old swordsman shook his head calmly at this time, and Arenane replied expressionlessly: "Unlike you, my head is stubborn, and I don't yearn for the supremacy of swordsmanship at all, they are all I have, and there is no restraint to talk about." ”

"Stubborn, the same as in life."

The Undead Leader narrowed his eyes as he whispered, "Looks like you're still not going to make a move this time, are you?" It's the same as the last time I killed the teacher, and you made a move...... Even if the final war has begun, you will not think about saving the world with your own strength, but stay where you are, like a hen guarding the nest. ”

The old swordsman was silent for a long time, he looked in the direction where the tomb of the sage was located, where black clouds were entangled, and half of the continent was sunk into darkness, and then he looked behind him, this is a town of peaceful life, countless people are looking up nervously in the town to watch this scene, and wary of the other direction.

In the other direction, beneath his feet, it was a dense army of the dead that occupied the mountains and rivers, and they were slowly advancing to encircle the town. The Shadow Swordsman and his troops traveled to the other side of the continent to confront his equally awakened Heroic Brother.

"Look."

The Shadow Swordsman noticed the Heroic Spirit's gaze, he turned his head to look at the southwest of the continent, and looked at the deep darkness that was condensing on the other side of the continent with the other party, the swordsman seemed to be mocking: "All beings are fighting for the future, but you are hugging in the corners of the continent, trying to protect these weak people with your strength, and wait for the benefit of the fisherman after the two are all gone." ”

"And because of these weak people, you don't even dare to draw your sword in front of me - what qualifications do you have to call yourself a sword master? It's vile and weak, shameless to the point of disgusting to me. ”

After saying a lot, but not seeing any reaction from the other party, the Third Commander of the Dead Shadow sighed in disappointment, and he said boringly: "It seems that I can only force you to make a move." ”

As he spoke, his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

“……”

The old swordsman had been silent listening to the other party's sarcasm, silent, but when he saw the other party's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, he trembled and let out an exclamation in shock, and then, the old swordsman pressed the hilt of the sword, and at the same time immediately turned his head, as if he wanted to say something to the residents of the town.

Come on!

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

for a roar came from the earth.

"Shut up!"

In the town of Arena, an old man heard the words of the Shadow Swordsman in the sky, and he immediately glared angrily, and the old man who looked almost as old as his ancestors angrily pulled out his young sword from the scabbard at his waist, and shouted angrily: "You are not allowed to insult the glory of your ancestors! ”

And one roar after another also came from the town, sweeping like a tidal wave.

"Don't take care of us, ancestors! Let's shoot! ”

"What is our fate?! After so many years, I still need the protection of my ancestors, don't want this life! ”

The townspeople, who were originally frightened by the approach of the army of the dead, seemed to have ignited the explosives of the fuse, and one by one let out a roar that they would never have made before, and the person at the head was a female knight covered in scars, and the female knight Davien stood beside the old man, glaring at the sky and said, "There are no cowards in the Astoria family! Draw your sword, the dead! Even if death is added, we will not flinch! ”

And the next moment, the old man beside 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 surging, clenched his fingers, and stood in front of him, the old man was almost hoarse, and said loudly in a tone that could be said to be pious: "I am the seventeenth generation descendant of the sword saint Aurene Astoria!" The light of the blade, the glory will not be extinguished! My life continues, and my sword does not break! ”

He turned his head to look at the people in the town and said angrily, "What are you waiting for?!" Descendants of the Juggernaut! It is we who have dragged down the footsteps of our ancestors! ”

"Draw your sword!"

Above the sky, the old swordsman who was about to make them flee quickly was stunned.

Because then, all the people in the town, whether they were young people, middle-aged people, men, women, old people, or children, except for all the babies who could not move, all those who were proud of the name of the descendants of the Sword Saint - drew their swords!

"The light of the blade, the glory is not extinguished!"

"My life continues, and my sword does not break!"

Everyone, roaring at the inscription engraved on their family crest.

These villagers, who have struggled to survive in the last days for nearly thirty years, no matter how difficult they are, have not forgotten the villagers who have learned the sword from the deepest part of their hearts and are proud of their surnames.

So, in order to maintain this glory, they drew their swords. These swordsmen even opened the gates of the town and took the initiative to attack, rushing towards an army of the undead that was several times as vast as the sea, dozens of times their own, and could even be said to be as vast as the sea.

Not a single person retreated, and no one fled.

The old swordsman stood tall in the air, he watched his bloodline descendants rush from under his feet to the battlefield, rushing to death, and he was stopped here by his own junior brother, unable to stop and unable to stop.

This is their courage and glory.

A faint glow of magical energy was released from the blade, the wind and thunder stirred, shattering the atmosphere, the strength of the inhabitants of the town of Arena was not weak, under their impact, even the army of the undead appeared in a burst of chaos, and the silver-white sword light flickered in the darkness, making the air also full of sneering sounds, and thousands of dead figures were beaten into ashes in this kind of breaking sound, and returned to the earth.

But how can hundreds, less than a thousand, of villagers make the sea ripple? After a commotion, the endless shadows of the resuming movement overwhelmed the swordsmen in an instant, cutting off the way they wouldn't have used.

Swinging his sword and slashing out bursts of anger, fighting for a long time, a male swordsman was finally exhausted under the siege of countless dead shadows, the dying man spilled blood from his mouth and fell to the ground, but looking at the swarming enemies, he suddenly struggled to get up, and swung the last sword to cut the dozens of dead shadows who surrounded him into two pieces. But in the end, he was swallowed up by endless shadows and disappeared into the darkness.

- My ancestors, we are your descendants, and in our veins are the blood of heroes who will never give in.

A voice suddenly sounded in the old swordsman's mind, it was the voice of a man who had taken the heroic spirit that had guarded them for thirty years since the end of the world as a faith.

- yes.

A female voice followed, it was the voice of another dead female swordsman, this voice was young, but it was not sorry for her own death, but full of regret and hope.

- So you don't have to tie our hands and feet, we ...... I want to see you, once as a hero.

"Ahhh......h I know...... I know. ”

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

however

Tears of the soul fell.

However.

The sword in his hand clenched.

The old swordsman, the Heroic Spirit, the former Ripper Sword Saint Arena Astoria, firmly grasped the sword in his hand, and faced the fierce junior brother in front of him, who seemed to be ready to attack at any time, the Third Commander of the Dead Shadow, this heroic spirit closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling, and calmed his stirring heart.

The world is as short as dew, I know that such a battle is meaningless, just a futile death, and I also know that it is good to run away, as long as you don't fight, you can live, as long as you become the last 103,000 people in the world.

Enough is enough.

But there is always something that is better than death, and can never be escaped, betrayed.

Endless power seemed to pour out from the depths of his heart, and when Arenane opened his eyes, his body, which was originally composed of countless rays of light, suddenly began to fluctuate rapidly, and it seemed as if the thousands of light particles that made up his body were rapidly exploding and splitting, and a great force that overcame the volcanic eruption and made the tsunami sky fall also lose its color burst out from his body, spreading rapidly towards the eight directions of the heavens.

The old swordsman's hand was also on the hilt, and he pulled the long-dormant holy sword out of its scabbard.

"Sanctuary—"

The Dead Swordsman, who had been watching all this silently, suddenly let out an exclamation, and he roared angrily, "How dare you?!" ”

"Why wouldn't I?"

In this bloody rain, in this mountain of corpses and sea of blood, in this wanton flow of blood relatives, the Sword Saint laughed, and then - draw the sword and cut it down!

Immediately, the mountains toppled and the earth cracked into the abyss.