Starlight hovers over the wasteland.

Joshua looked up at the coordinates that shone in the darkness and was silent for more than ten seconds before he looked down at the vast wasteland in front of him.

It was a land that was alien to the warriors, it was endless, barren and dead, without any life, and at the end of the land was a black plateau hidden in the shadows, shrouded in sandstorms and black clouds.

The sun and moon were extinguished, and the starlight was obscured by clouds. The world was dark and deep, and there was no light in the sky except for the purple lightning that flickered in the clouds, and at that moment, the starlight coordinates suddenly flew up, stretching towards the end of the horizon, bringing out a silver sinuous line that led to the top of the towering Gettar Plateau.

Not even the deepest darkness could obscure the light, for it was the last mark of Akhhar.

Joshua stared at this deep path of light, a chill full of dead silence spread around him, it seemed like a desperate path to the underworld, but even if it was a real underworld, the warriors at this time had no reason to retreat.

Shaking off the layers of high-density rocks condensed on his body, Joshua took the first step.

- Unknown knight.

Although he still did not know the knight's name, the warrior knew from the bottom of his heart that he was a strong man worthy of praise and worthy of all glory.

Even if he destroys the world and drives the infinite dead to kill countless people, even if the two of them don't say more than ten words and fight for more than an hour, nothing will change.

Every shot, every shot, every change in gravitational waves contains the knight's unwillingness and doubts, confusion and relief, and finally, the heart to face everything calmly. After only a few encounters, Joshua already knew better than most people what kind of person the other party really was, and what kind of heavy truth he was carrying.

Now, he let go of his burden, quietly turned into dust and died, taking everything from him himself.

Moving in the direction guided by the path of light, Joshua suddenly found that his heart was calm to the point of being a little indifferent, he waved his hand, and the dragon hunting sword spear that had fallen in the distance turned into a streamer of light and returned to his hand.

"It has always been that way."

He thought with some indifference: "Combat is like this, it has never changed." ”

The battle with the human powerhouse is completely different from the fight between chaos monsters and beasts, the warrior stabs down with a spear, and when he throws his fist, what he wants to shatter is not a simple life, but the will of the other party, and it is not only weapons and fists that are hit, but also their own beliefs and souls.

Every fight between the two sides is a collision of spirit and will, a fight of faith and persistence, the strength of pure strength can only determine the strength and weakness, and it is the soul that can really determine the victory or defeat.

Just like the previous blow.

The powerful gravitational changes make the earth and rocks within a radius of tens of kilometers fly out of thin air, and are sucked into the sky by the gravitational source condensed in the old knight's body, and these hundreds of millions of tons of endless rocks will collapse and compress into an incredible super-condensed matter under tens of thousands of times or even more terrifying gravity, sealing themselves firmly - or completely crushing them in it, as evidenced by the high-density rock that has solidified a layer of the warrior's body.

In the face of such a powerful celestial-level attack that is enough to change the terrain of one side, Joshua's only way to deal with it is to abandon his body, incarnate as a life energy giant, and then imitate the self-explosion of the fusion star with the consciousness of giving up his life, and promote the life energy in his body to burn, fuse, and convert it into the purest heat, impact and light, and blast out with all his might.

He was on the verge of reaching the end—in the final moments, Joshua was almost ready to give up his body and use this last, most fiery blow of sacrifice to try to break through the invisible prison that imprisoned the astral body.

If that's the case, then it's a battle that will make the blood of the warrior boil to the extreme, and bet on life and everything else to see who can emerge victorious.

But nothing in the world is perfect.

[Star Prison] is interrupted.

A piece of spirit fragment accompanied by terrifying gravitational fluctuations, informing the warrior of the name of this move, but also foreshadowing the end of the knight, it is indeed a powerful skill worthy of its name, as long as it can withstand this move without dying, the warrior can use this collapse to compress all the gravitational force, shatter his tough 'eggshell', and sublimate the essence of his life to the legendary realm.

But it all came to an abrupt end, and Akhhar's final blow, after crushing Joshua from all his means, forced him to the point where he was about to burn his life and soul to fight back.

He's too old.

The warrior clenched his fists, causing the wounds that had not had time to heal burst. Blood dripped down the ground, splashing a few dusts, and the crimson blood beads seemed to want to conceive something the moment they came out, but in the end they turned into a drop of broken blood, absorbed by the dry gravel of the ground. The weapon in Joshua's hand seemed to sense the ups and downs in his master's heart, so he was also silent.

A thousand years, Akhar has been dead for a thousand years, if it weren't for the Ulan Empire pouring all the power of the country to find his imperial tomb, digging up his remains, and using the most advanced psionic secret method to reunite his soul imprint scattered throughout the continent, this old knight should have been completely wiped out a long time ago, how could he have been resurrected into a heroic spirit and exerted a holy realm-level blow? But even so, he had come to an end, and the battle with Joshua was his last insistence, and it was not the energy in Akhhar's body that burned in the Prison Star Prison, but his soul.

He didn't have the slightest room to spare, and he did go all out, but he was old, and that's it.

The knight who lost to time still didn't get the most perfect ending.

And Joshua also came to the plateau.

The howling winds whirlpooled and turned the gravel and earth into blades that tore at everything involved, and the black sandstorms of the Getar Plateau were like the strongest of walls, a fortress that would never fall, keeping all visitors out.

The path of light formed by the starlight passed through the sand and spread straight towards the center of the plateau, and the warrior did not stop, but increased his speed.

He took one step, blurring the scene on his side, and the blazing wind around him swirled, like a red-hot iron cone piercing into the endless storm with rapid speed, the pitch-black storm rolled under the impact of this violent force, rolling and began to retreat, and the great force of nature bowed to a person at this time, and he could see that the original huge storm vortex was splitting into two halves at a speed visible to the naked eye, retreating to both sides of the plateau like Moses dividing the sea, revealing the path of the warrior in the middle.

Joshua seemed to be still a little dissatisfied, and he raised his dragon sword spear and slashed at the black sandstorm on either side.

As the storm continued to retreat, the energy source that made up the huge vortex was pierced by invisible life radiation, losing most of its strength.

After a while, the warrior slowed down, and he raised his head to look at the majestic giant city in front of him, which was the end of the Starlight Path, his destination.

The Ulan Empire, the imperial capital of Gaitar.

On the other side of the black sandstorm lies a magnificent city, nestled between two slightly raised hills with six towering black towers inscribed with countless runes. The walls of the city were made entirely of polished square gray rock, and the fortified fortresses and arrow towers towered behind the walls, and four pillars of light pierced the sky in the center of the city, stirring the black clouds in the sky into a huge whirlpool that had no depth.

In this city that can be called the origin of the dead, there is no trace of the dead, and Joshua senses it carefully, and indeed does not notice the slightest breath of dead silence - but he also notices that there are still some strange breaths in the city that do not know whether they are dead or alive.

Naturally, no one opened the gates, so the warrior came to the walls, and he clapped his hands, and a hurricane blew through, and the strong walls collapsed into countless debris as easily as the castle was made of gravel in the tide, and the gray sand paved a path forward, allowing Joshua to enter the city without hindrance.

Inside the city, there was darkness, there was a noisy and strange murmur, you could see the dwellings shrouded in shadows, these dwellings were neatly placed, not like the layout of a city, but like part of some huge formation, and in the center of the city, there were four tall obelisks, surrounded by the ruins of three steles, they were shrouded in a dark luster, and the pillars of light that penetrated the sky were launched around them, piercing the sky.

Joshua glanced up at the obelisk, then looked down at the dwellings, from which the breath of life and death and the cacophony of noise came, and if they were some evil monsters, then the warriors would not mind eradicating them.

But the result made him slightly stunned.

In each dwelling, there were indeed wriggling strange monsters, their bodies like a mixture of mud and dirt, bound in an almost sealed room, as if sensing Joshua's gaze, these monsters did not make noise, but trembled and retracted, not daring to continue speaking, and the warrior saw through their essence for a moment.

It was a human being who had been infected by the incomparably deep death qi of the underworld, and had been completely alienated into some kind of strange existence.

Twenty-seven years ago, the apocalyptic mutation occurred in this city, reversing life and death, the power of light and darkness transmitted the endless breath of the underworld to the whole world, awakening the endless army of the dead, and the residents of the imperial capital closest to this power were transformed into this strange monster.

The noise of them, they, these still conscious beings, was a cry of pain and supplication, and ordinary humans might not be able to understand this alienated language, but at the point of Joshua, they could clearly understand the meaning.

It is neither life nor death, and the flesh is turned into mud, and even if it dies, it will turn into a shadow of death, so what these beings pray for is not resurrection, nor death.

but rest.

"Ah......h

The fate of the world of Grandia has been entrusted to him by the unknown knight, and the truth is in front of his eyes, and Joshua will not stop here.

So, in the next moment, the warriors were already standing in front of the four remaining obelisks.

In the center of the city is a huge square, paved with white granite, on which seven obelisks are built according to the law, in the center of which is a high platform of unknown use, and now, with the death of Arman, the Shadow Swordsman and the Old Knight, the three stone tablets have been reduced to ashes, and only the remnants of the base of the tower remain.

Joshua felt that the flowing black light on the four obelisks made him very uncomfortable, and the power of decaying steel spread around it, and it seemed that this was the center of corruption, so he took action, and broke them all with the strength of the spiral spear, and there was no magic circle or barrier blocking them in the middle, the process was simple and somewhat doubtful whether it was an illusion, and after he stopped, the warrior suddenly felt a lightness in his chest for some reason, as if some promise had been fulfilled.

And in the distance, in the direction where the four holy cities are located, the undead archangels who are entangled with the four holy city lords suddenly freeze in place, and the spellcaster who controls the crystal puppet has a relieved face, and the mist figure mutters a sentence softly in a language that is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and the expression of the summoner who can summon the ice bone dragon and all kinds of otherworldly creatures looks a little pity, because he has the upper hand in the battle, and the archer holding the metal longbow shrugged his shoulders and laughed freely.

The next moment, these undead powerhouses who carried the fate of an era disappeared with the wind and dissipated into nothingness.

"What's going on?"

Whether it was the old man of the machine, the elf lady, the dwarven warrior or the giant, they all looked shocked and confused, but then, thinking about something, they immediately looked in the direction of the Gattar plateau, their eyes full of surprise.

In the distance, four jet-black pillars of light dissipated, and the black clouds like a whirlpool gradually returned to calm, and the endless aura of dead silence did not spread to every corner of the world, but piled up in place, enveloping the already infested Underworld-like capital city of Getar in darkness.

This darkness, like the embodiment of death and silence, is bottomless, there is not the slightest light in it, there is not the slightest sound, whether it is the terrible sound of the wind, or the wails of the monsters, it is swallowed up by this darkness, everything is as if the world was not born, still in the chaotic void of non-existence.

However, there is a little light that shines.

The seven obelisks and the entire capital of Getar form a large array - no, not only these, the dust storms on the plateau, the cold winds in the barren plains are all part of this great array, everything in heaven and earth is encompassed by it, this city is just the center of collecting and gathering everything.

And at the very center of the center of this great array, suddenly appeared a hazy light cluster with no shape, no color, no other than existence, which could no longer be described in any language, it did not look transparent, but it was not a substance, and while releasing light, it also expanded and contracted like a living thing, as if it had life.

There was a hand, stretched out from the darkness, that grasped the light.

Joshua Van Radcliffe knew that this was the truth of everything, whether it was the strange attitude of the Fourth Inheritor, the past of Urbandeni, the reason why the Shadows slaughtered the living to destroy the world, or the fate of the world as the old knight said, all the answers were contained in this mysterious light, as long as you grasp it, you can know everything.

So he didn't hesitate to hold it.