Chapter 457

Cataclysm 27, July 11, night.

Northwest of the mainland, the former capital of Ulan Empire, the city of psionic power gaitar.

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

There are no vegetation, only grayish brown rocks and plateaus. With their scarlet and rigid eyes, they wander around the huge rocks of the gaital plateau. In the mist, they can see that there are many people who can fly in mid air. It seems that the strong shadows with their own will are guiding the group of dead on the ground, They conform to certain laws and protect the grand capital in the center of the plateau, which is covered in the fog.

The cold wind is blowing from the world-class place, blowing over the gaitar plateau. The severe cold, sand and stone are wrapped with a suffocating miasma of death, forming a hell sandstorm for which even the strong in heaven have to frown. It seems that gaitar, the capital of gaitar, should have been completely turned into ruins in the earthquake that seemed to tear the whole continent nearly 30 years ago, But standing intact in this sandstorm.

In the dark capital, there is no light at all, but with the thin starlight and the dim moon, you can vaguely see the dark shadows creeping among the seemingly intact dwellings, making a sound of crying or cursing, The location of these dwellings, or the location of the architectural structure in the whole capital, seems to have been completely changed. They seem to be part of some kind of huge array, arched the center of the city, the seven towering obelisks that I don't know when.

Seven obelisks made of obsidian and some strange metal are glittering with dark purple energy. They are so complicated that they seem to contain infinite mysterious runes. They are located in the center of the city, absorbing all the free energy of the whole gatal plateau, and then supplying it to an unknown being.

Suddenly, in the dark, came the shrill wind.

In the deep dark capital city, a dark silver light suddenly flashed. The light broke through the manic sandstorm outside the city, and in a short second, it crossed nearly ten kilometers and came to the sharp stone tablet array in the center of the city.

The man who came was a swordsman. He was shrouded in a gray fog. He could not see his face clearly, but he could see that he was carrying an unshielded sword with an ancient shape. On the scabbard, there was thunder and lightning flashing, releasing a very dangerous atmosphere.

The swordsman stood on the Obelisk with the huge number of "three" engraved on it. The surging black and purple energy poured into his body to supplement the energy he had consumed recently. Besides, the swordsman didn't do anything extra. He just waited quietly.

And not long after that.

One after another, the sound of breaking the air sounded, and the abnormal situation occurred frequently.

A mage with seven crystal balls of different colors floating around him and a kind of holy stone with bright red light inlaid on his chest opened the time gate and came to the Obelisk with the huge number of "two".

A soldier with a ferocious dragon head and heavy armour and a giant dragon chopping sword walks in the void and comes to the Obelisk engraved with "four".

With the surging of shadows, a thin foggy figure, who could not see his face clearly and had such a low sense of existence that it was impossible to find out if he did not pay close attention to it, was gathered at the top of the Obelisk with "Five" engraved on it.

The caster in a hooded robe and a skeleton archer with only bones left holding a crude black iron bow also came to the obelisks of "six" and "seven" in turn.

Finally, a knight.

This knight did not show any strange power, nor did he hide his appearance. This ordinary looking old knight with long gray hair rode on his old and thin steed, and staggered step by step across the fog covered dark street where he passed, The shadows of wailing and cursing in the dwellings suddenly stopped and turned into painful and unwilling prayer. He looked at these shadows with a kind of pity and kindness, but at last he just shook his head, which made the shadows sigh with disappointment.

It took a long time for the knight to walk through the long stone road and come to the Fangjian stele array. Under the gaze of the other six powerful beings, he took his horse to the top of the stele with the number "one" on it.

No one showed any dissatisfaction. Even the fourth heavy armor soldier and the seventh skeleton Archer saluted respectfully.

"This time I'm calling all of you here to discuss an important matter with you, but before that, we need to summarize the latest information."

There was no nonsense. The knight said to the surrounding beings with a strong voice that was not like his appearance: "in the former Gru Empire, around the autumn forest of the northwest Mercia plain, there is a holy land, even almost beyond the Holy Land's peak power, tearing the time and space, allowing a powerful being from a different world to come.""All the preparations for our plan are about to be completed, and only the final removal of obstacles and implementation are left. The arrival of this alien strongman is not a good time. Now, all accidents must be eliminated."

Speaking of this, the old knight turned to the third swordsman: "I have asked the swordsman to send his men to investigate the situation. What's the result?"

"No

Holding his hands on his chest, the swordsman issued a weak voice: "my men haven't sent back the message, but he is the shadow of change. I think he should be able to find the information that can satisfy us."

"Let's put that aside."

The knight nodded. This time, he turned to the second crystal mage and said, "what's the result of pursuing the dragon blood girl who is suspected to have the robe of the saint of origin?"

"No, my Lord." Seven crystal balls fluttering all over the body are dancing in the air, forming one weird Rune and array after another. The caster bent slightly and replied, but his voice seems to be composed as rigid as a machine: "the power of the robe of the origin saint is beyond my imagination, and its last burst destroyed a whole legion of shadows, I have sent my three crystal puppets to pursue them, but the Lord of the dark river has blocked them

"Did the Lord of the dark river protect her? Then there is really no way."

It seems that he knows each other's power very well, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in the knight's eyes: "you may not know its real power. You should withdraw the puppet first, and don't conflict with it for the time being. We need to gather all our strength to do more important things."

Then, the knight asked all the other recent information in turn. No one expressed dissatisfaction. They all answered truthfully.

Until the skeleton Archer, also with the voice of magic synthesis, reported the latest information, the knight nodded slightly, he said calmly: "good, everything is still in the plan."

"The most important thing for me to invite you to gather here is that I have successfully restored the way that the Ulan Empire summoned and" controlled "the spirits, and made some improvements according to our situation," he said

When he said this, all the seven powerful beings gave a sneer of disdain. Even the swordsman, who had no emotional fluctuation, shrugged his shoulders.

They did not laugh at the old knight, but at the Ulan empire.

If it wasn't for this arrogant Empire, which is greedy, intending to reverse the taboo of life and death, and intending to forcibly control the heroes who have gathered numerous people's beliefs, how could they reappear on this land?

"The world of Galatia is a world without gods." The caster, who came by the dragon of the final shadow, said with a smile. His voice came from under his hood. He was unexpectedly young: "it's totally different from the other worlds I went to. All the beliefs are concentrated on the ancestors and heroes. If you want to control me... They have to fight against the whole world, all the human will."

The soldiers in heavy armour sneered in a low and vague voice: "they are too much for themselves."

The old knight seemed to have expected other people's ideas for a long time, so when they stopped laughing, he said again: "after restoring this method, our next goal is the tomb of the saints, which is firmly protected by the four human resistance forces in Southwest China."

The knight's voice was misty: "the sages and heroes of all ages, our old friends and even ourselves are buried there."

All of a sudden, on the fifth stone tablet, the vague fog figure suddenly whispered a word that no one knew very well.

When the old knight heard this, he replied clearly: "yes, we don't have the strength to attack the past. The resistance of the remnant human is still very tenacious. If we want to complete the plan successfully, we can't consume our own strength too much."

"Therefore, first of all, we have to wipe out the scattered resistance forces all over the mainland, and let these scattered existence" become "our strength."

When the old knight said this, he gently touched the long gun hanging on the flank of the horse under his body. His voice was almost imperceptible with a smile: "then, cut off their sources of information, block the sources of food and water, snatch the protocrystal ore, and pollute the upstream water quality."

The seventh ranked skeleton Archer, with a twinkling of soul fire in his eyes, clenched the long bow in his hand, while the fourth ranked heavy armor soldier, could not help holding the huge sword handle behind him with his backhand. He seemed to be looking forward to it.

Other powerful beings, although they can't see their expression clearly and have no action, their momentum is quite different from the dull feeling before.

Over the gaitar plateau, dense fog surged, and lightning meandered down from it. Finally, it disappeared into the dark sandstorm and turned into a flickering flame.The pale light shines through the city that has already turned into a dark dead area, as if the day has finally come to the earth that has been in the abyss for 27 years.

"This is war."

In the light of lightning, the old knight said so, his tone, with a trace of relief and expectation.

"Twenty seven years."

"The final battle is about to begin."