Just when the sword of the Juggernaut shines again.

In the territory of the former Ulan Empire, in the rear of the last battlefield between the undead and the living, there is an empty and uninhabited plain.

The long wind howled through the mountains and forests, the withered yellow leaves streaked across the dry ground with gravel, a long-decayed and broken flag planted on the ground, hunting with the wind, and an old man riding his bony war horse, stood in front of the flag.

The old knight was dressed in an old armor that looked like it had been torn to pieces, and the leather between the pieces seemed to have rotted, leaving only a thin layer of tendons, as if they had just been dug out of a grave. But even so, the old man's back stood as straight as a pine, and the old horse stood as steady as a statue, and even if the earth trembled and roared, and the sky could not shake even the slightest.

At this moment, above the sky, the sun was extinguished, all the light dissipated, and the cold of dead silence spread in the world.

The old knight was unmoved, he just watched it all quietly, watching the wind and clouds surge, the sun and the moon dimmed, and his gray pupils were full of reminiscences.

The cold wind swept across the plain, and he seemed to see, and he saw that a long time ago, a warm wind blew through the land, and the lush grass rose and fell like waves, and as the cattle and sheep bowed down and nibbled on the blades of grass, there were shepherd children who followed the Holy One and listened to her teachings.

But it's all gone. The old knight came back to his senses, all the illusions of the past were gone, the sage was blurred, it seemed that the smiling face was broken like glass, the warmth of the past had dissipated, and now only the power of the dead shadow circulated between heaven and earth.

And he was one of them.

The old knight suddenly raised his head thoughtfully and looked at the other side of the continent, where a golden sword light crossed the sky, slashing the clouds and the starry sky together, the mountains fell as a result, the earth fell, and countless dead shadows were destroyed in this sword light, turning into non-existent nothingness, and his subordinates, the third-ranked powerful swordsman, were also wiped out in this blow.

"Jarne Astoria."

He nodded slightly on horseback, and said with some emotion: "What a dazzling sword light, worthy of being known as the strongest sword master in the history of the Grandia world." ”

It lives up to its name.

But the old knight did not pay any further attention, and when he came to his senses, he turned his head and continued to look ahead, at the end of the plain.

There, a red glow traveled across the earth, and in the center of the dark red light, the man came all the way and swept away the undead for thousands of miles. Millions of armies tried to intercept it, but all of them were in vain, and they were crushed head-on by the supreme force.

That was exactly what he was waiting for. Waiting for a thousand years of existence.

The scrawny war horse neighed softly, as if expecting it, and the old knight was in a trance for some reason.

Time goes back to a scene thousands of years ago, the sage with a scepter in his hand stood in the middle of the plain, his body a little illusory, looking at this new and prosperous world, and countless people living peacefully in it, his face calm, but with a hint of firmness that would never change his decision.

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

The sage whispered to the half-kneeling sage behind him, and there was no emotion in his tone, not knowing whether it was reproach or reminder: "Are you ready to take on everything?" ”

The elf, who had the surname of Fanxing, nodded firmly, and responded in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, teacher, I am ready for everything." ”

The Sage slowly turned his head, looked at the shepherd child who was secretly observing this side in the distance, and said with a smile, "I have already chosen my students. ”

"He'll be able to fulfill my wish."

A long wind blows the clouds.

The mournful sound of the wind echoed above the wasteland, as if the world was crying.

The old knight was silent, and his eyes flashed scene after scene - once the first newborn born in this world, now the shepherd child received the teachings of the sage on the grassland, he learned the most extraordinary martial arts and knowledge in the world, and then decades later unified the descendants of the 103,000 ancestors in this heaven and earth, created the first and largest empire in the world, and established a great feat that ordinary people could not imagine.

And then the founding emperor of the Central Empire, the hero of heroes, just watched his teacher die before his eyes.

"Don't be sad, Akhar, I am just one with this heaven and earth, 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, reached out and stroked his student's face, and then little by little turned into starlight, merging with the world, the expressionless middle-aged man could only grasp the empty bedding under it, even if the blood vessels had been pinched and burst by himself, he did not let go for a moment.

Only the last voice of the Holy One echoed in his ears.

"Don't forget your mission, so that all people can be redeemed."

"I haven't forgotten."

A thousand years later, the founding emperor of the Central Empire, Akhar Akyev, who had risen from death, whispered to himself: "But I have disappointed you, teacher, not everyone can be saved. ”

Cowardly people may not always be cowardly, but brave people may not always be brave, the old knight can make his knights and armies without fear of death, but can not let this spirit pass on forever, there will always be escape and betrayal in this world, even if it is a great empire, the seemingly immortal great cause, will be overturned in one conspiracy and betrayal after another.

The old Founding Emperor did not lose to old age and time, but was killed by a glass of poisoned wine served by a maid, and the old knight did not care which of his sons could not wait to sit on the throne, but he was indeed disappointed.

Even loved ones can't be trusted, so what else is there to believe in this world? Even the descendants will betray, so what faith in the world can be kept?

Until a thousand years later, when the old knight was awakened by the power of the Ulan Empire, his heart was still full of disappointment, so with the preparations he had prepared, he did not hesitate to start the final steps left by the sage and let the world fall to the end.

It's only now that this perception has changed a bit.

In the distance, in the four holy cities, the last human beings under their leadership fought with the endless army of undead with supreme courage and will, the old man of the machine incarnate and the caster of the crystal chased in mid-air, the huge vines wrapped around the summoned ice bone dragon, the dwarven warrior and the invisible mist figure fought in the center of the battlefield, and the giant held a sword, blocking the arrows shot by the archers who already had physical bodies.

At the last moment of life and death, on the eve of the imminent destruction of the world, the hearts of the stubborn and unbearable people were finally beaten with a hammer called despair, and bloomed with a light that was enough to make people admire.

Behold, teacher, this is the light you expect, and even the descendants of the betrayers will one day have such courage and determination.

But all this had nothing to do with the old knight, and Akhhar looked down at the end of the plain, where a warrior was striding towards him.

It was a black-haired, red-eyed warrior with a dragon spear in his hand, and the rocks and dust seemed to have lost their gravity around him, and the steel that shaped the world trembled with the warrior's will, and let out a long, mighty horn sound.

Countless undead chased after him, but they were never able 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, and now it seemed that it was not a banner, but a long cavalry lance, the blade of which was pulled up from the mud and sand, and the broken flag rolled and wrapped around the tail of the cavalry spear, and Akhar urged the old war horse under him, and slowly approached the warrior.

"This is where the short history of the world of Grandia comes to an end, and I know what you're thinking, and I know what you're looking for."

The spear was burning—along with the old knight and the horse, and the golden-red flames lit from the decaying banner, and in an instant enveloped Akhar and his mount, and then, with a wanton neigh, a muscular steed of steel, with its equally young master, walked out of the flames and returned to the world.

It seems to span a whole millennium.

The broken armor is now intact, the previously cracked armor is now as smooth as new, the silver-gray steel is connected by dragon tendons, the knight who is no longer old holds the sharp Oreha steel spear, the gray pupils are burning with raging fire, and the space and energy are now condensed by his side, turning into an invisible barrier.

The First Commander of the Undead, Akhar Aliyev, raised his spear, arced through the clouds, and calmly said to the warriors who were not far away: "As long as you defeat me, you will know all the truth and control the fate of this world." ”

And across from him.

The warrior nodded earnestly.

"That's exactly what I mean."

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At this time, at the edge of the plain, spanning almost half a continent, Joshua, who had swept all the way, looked at the lone knight in the middle of the barren plain.

The sturdy horses and the knights in silver armor stood like indestructible stone statues, towering like mountain peaks, and although they were only one man and one horse, they were more terrifying and powerful than the army of the undead that crushed everything behind the warriors.

The wind blew, causing the rocks surrounding the warrior to shake, and Joshua's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze a little misty.

- The multiverse, the world is billions and billions, why did you choose me from the endless sea of people to come here, to the Mycrof continent, to this world?

Maybe to put everything back on track.

Maybe it's to change the hopeless future.

Or maybe there's one or more things that only I can do.

Changing the future, changing fate, choking the throat called 'destined', reversing the trajectory called 'inevitable', these may be the reasons why he stands here.

But whatever he is, the warrior never thinks deeply about this.

Joshua Van Radcliffe of the former world, Joshua Van Radcliffe of the Mycrof Continent, doesn't think about such a thing - he only knows that in the face of chaos and despair, humanity should fight tirelessly and never retreat.

That is his truth.

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

That's enough.

"O sage."

Calling the name of the person who caused all this, Joshua raised the sword and spear in his hand, the spiral energy wrapped around it, and he pointed the sword and spear at the knight who was speeding up and charging towards him, and let out a heartfelt sigh.

"You're worth fighting."

[Degree of power liberation: 99%]