Chapter 476

Joshua once said he wanted to turn this around. He can't sit back and ignore it, and he can't be indifferent. These words are sincere, and there's no falsehood. But can helping these survivors drive out the shadow of death turn the tide of world destruction? Can helping these soldiers fight and killing their enemies save all living beings? No, everyone has their own way. These fighters fighting in the holy city don't need such superficial help to hinder them. They are burning their hearts, so they don't need to do anything.

What Joshua needed was to go to the source, the place where the shadow disaster originated, to gaitar, the capital of the Ulan Empire, and to find the truth there.

There are so many dead shadows in the army that even the vision ahead is blocked. At this time, the soldiers will wave their swords or axes to cut out a light blade. The dim light only flashes for a moment, and all the dead shadows several kilometers ahead are swept away. Countless soul imprints are absorbed by the soul abyss and can no longer be reborn in the dark fog.

——Too many.

This is Joshua's inner thought. The soul abyss can't absorb the whole soul, only the soul fragments that died in Joshua's hand. But at this moment, the endless army of shadow represents the endless soul fragments. The soldiers don't know what the consequences will be if such a huge amount of soul is inhaled, but they want to march into the deepest nest of shadow, This is the necessary step.

In the depths of the dark soul abyss, countless pieces, like crystals, howl and curse in it, making a noise without any sense. But at this time, with the endless stream of soul pieces pouring in, the original pieces are piled up by them and become a towering mountain. These soul fragments were originally the smallest part of the soul, but with the accumulation of speed and weight, the mountain began to compress and condense spontaneously, and finally collapsed, forming a small black core.

The dead black ball is suspended in the center of the soul abyss, like a bottomless ruins, actively absorbs all the soul fragments in the soul abyss and assimilates them into a part of itself.

At the same time, fortress Carola, above the observatory in the center of the city, is a structure assimilated with the whole city. The old man looks into the distance, where the light is shining.

"Near the power of the holy land."

"But how is that possible?" he murmured

Since twenty-seven years ago, there has been no possibility of the emergence of a new holy land level in the Grandia world. Even the former holy land level strongmen must seal part of their strength and suppress themselves to the top of heaven.

This is because the whole world is dying and dying. The power of the Holy Land connects the whole world, and even the most original power in the world. The gradual destruction of the continent of grantia will naturally affect the existence that is most closely connected with the world, and continue to integrate with the original power that has fallen into the dead silence, which will make itself fall into the dead silence.

This kind of influence is more obvious for the strong. It is because the old man was slow at the beginning and was infected by the breath of death that he could only replace the dead body with the construct, making himself a semi machine life. Other strong men in the holy land also encountered similar problems, but they also used various methods to get around.

However, this does not mean that the realm of the holy land can not be broken through in the world of grantia. It just means that because of this dead and silent environment, when the strong break through or use the power of the holy land, it is the time of death.

Joshua didn't know that.

But even if he knew, he would not care.

70% , 71%, 72%, 73%... The number is moving forward bit by bit, along with his continuous absorption of the free energy in the surrounding atmosphere due to the fragmentation of the dead shadow. This progress bar is constantly moving towards 100%.

At this time, the soldier just doubts that he has been walking in the army of the shadow of death for a long time, killing hundreds of thousands of shadow of death, but why is there no strong man like Aerman to stop his pace?

What about the undead commanders?

In the distance, on the southeast edge of the mainland, surrounded by a sea of clouds and vast mountains, a huge mountain lying like a giant sleeps in this land.

Surrounded by shadows and darkness, the powerful swordsman, who ranks third among all the undead commanders, stands between the clouds, with his eyes closed. Beside him, the wind seems to be still, the atmosphere seems to be solidified, there is no sound in the sky and the earth, and the world is dead.

He did not hide his face at this time, and could see the face that had been hidden in the dark.

It's a plain face with no special features, but such a face can be said to be submerged in the sea of people, but it reveals a sharp breath that seems to pierce and tear everything. Even if he closes his eyes, he doesn't move, but the billowing sea of clouds in the mountains is chopped by the invisible edge from nowhere, Turn into mist and light rain.The swordsman stands in the cloud and seems to be waiting for someone to come.

And soon after, a streamer flew out of a small town at the top of a mountain that seemed to be cut off.

The old spirit Aran also stood in the cloud and looked at the great leader of the dead shadow.

"Brother."

A low voice reverberated in the sky. The black swordsman, who was as motionless as a statue, finally took action. He slowly raised his right hand and stroked it on the hilt on the left side of his body. The swordsman said with indifference as if he had no emotion: "you are so tied up in this town. You are really ashamed of your sword."

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

The old swordsman shakes his head calmly at this time, and yareen replies without expression: "unlike you, my head is stubborn, and I don't yearn for the supreme of swordsmanship at all. They are all I have, and I can't talk about any bondage."

"Obstinate, as before."

The necromancer narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "it seems that you won't do it this time, will you? Just like the last time I killed my teacher and you did it... Even if the final war has started, you don't want to save the world with your own strength, but stay where you are, just like a hen protecting her nest. "

The old swordsman was silent for a long time. He looked to the direction of the tomb of the saints, where the dark clouds twined, and half of the continent sank into darkness. Then he looked behind him. This is a small town with a peaceful life. Countless people were looking up at this scene nervously, and guarding another direction.

The other direction, at his feet, was a dense army of the dead, which was enough to occupy the mountains and rivers. They were slowly advancing and encircling the town. With his troops, the dead shadow swordsman came to the other side of the mainland to confront his brother Yingling, who was also awakened.

"Look."

The dead shadow swordsman noticed Ying Ling's sight. He turned to the southwest of the mainland and looked at the deep darkness gathering on the other side of the mainland together. The swordsman seemed to be mocking: "all living beings are fighting for the future, but you are crouching in the corner of the mainland, trying to protect these weak people with your strength, waiting for the benefit of both sides."

"And because of these weak people, you don't even dare to pull out your sword in front of me - what qualifications do you have to call yourself a sword sage? It's so mean and weak, so shameless that it makes me sick. "

He said a lot, but didn't see any reaction from the other party. The third commander of the dead shadow sighed with great disappointment. He said without interest: "it seems that I can only force you to do it."

Then he put his hand on the hilt.

“……”

The old swordsman kept silent, listening to the irony of the other side, but when he saw the other side's hand on the hilt, he trembled and exclaimed in shock. Then the old swordsman put his hand on the hilt and turned his head immediately, as if to say something to the residents of the town.

Run!

He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but there was no sound.

Because a roar came from the earth.

"Shut up

In yareen Town, an old man heard the words of the dead shadow swordsman in the sky, and his eyes suddenly glared. The old man, who looked almost as old as his ancestors, angrily pulled out his young sword from the scabbard on his waist, and angrily scolded: "don't insult the glory of your ancestors!"

And the roar came out of the town like a wave.

"Don't care about us, my ancestors! Do it

"What are our lives?"?! After so many years, I still need the protection of my ancestors. I don't want to die! "

The townspeople who were afraid because the army of the dead was very close seemed to have been ignited by the explosives in the lead, one by one they would never have roared before, and the person in charge was a scarred female knight. The female Knight Davian stood beside the old man, glaring at the sky and said: "there are no cowards in the Astoria family! Dead, draw your sword! Even if it's death, we'll never flinch! "

At the next moment, the old man beside the female Knight got rid of the help of the people around him and walked to the edge of the town wall. He looked directly at the endless army of dead shadows slowly pouring in. He held the sword tightly with his fingers and stood in front of him. The old man was almost hoarse and said in a devout voice: "I am the 17th generation descendant of the sword Saint Alain Astoria! The light of the blade, glory never dies! My life goes on and on, my sword will not break! "

He turned to look at the people in the town and said angrily, "what are you waiting for?"?! Descendants of the sword sage! It's us that's a drag on our ancestors! "

"Draw the sword!"Above the sky, the old swordsman who was ready to let them run away was stunned.

Because then, all the people in the whole town, young people, middle-aged people, men, women, old people and children, except for all the babies who can't move, all the people who are proud of the descendants of the sword Saint - all draw their swords!

"The light of the blade, glory never dies!"

"My life is constant, my sword will not break!"

All of you, yelling at the inscription on their family emblem.

These villagers have been struggling to survive for nearly 30 years. No matter how hard it is, they have never forgotten that Xijian is proud of their surnames from the bottom of their hearts.

So, in order to protect this honor, they drew the sword. These swordsmen even opened the gate of the town, took the initiative to attack, and rushed to the army of the dead, which was several times, dozens of times more than themselves, and even as vast as the sea.

No one stepped back, no one escaped.

The old swordsman stood in the air. He watched his blood descendants rush from his feet to the battlefield and to death, but he was stopped here by his younger martial brother and could not be stopped.

This is their courage and glory.

The light magic light released from the sword blade, and the wind and thunder surged, breaking the atmosphere. The strength of the residents in yareen town was not weak. Under their impact, even the army of the dead was in chaos. The silver sword light flickered in the dark, making the air full of sniffing, Tens of thousands of dead shadows in such a broken sound were hit into ashes and returned to the earth.

But how can hundreds of villagers make waves in the sea? After a commotion, the endless dead shadow of the new action drowned these swordsmen in an instant, cutting off the way they could not use.

After fighting for a long time, a male swordsman finally exhausted himself under the siege of countless dead shadows. The dying man spilled blood and fell to the ground. Looking at the swarming enemy, he suddenly stood up and waved the last sword to cut dozens of dead shadows into two sections. But in the end, he was engulfed by endless shadows and disappeared into the darkness.

——My ancestors, we are your descendants. We 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 believed in the spirit who had been guarding them for 30 years since the end of the world.

——Yeah.

A female voice followed. It was the voice of another dead female swordsman. The voice was very young, but she didn't feel sorry for her death. She was just full of regret and hope.

——So there's no need to tie your hands and feet for us. We... Want to see you as a hero.

"Ah ah... I know... I know."

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

However,

Tears of the soul fall.

However.

Hold the sword in your hand.

The old swordsman, Yingling, the former cracked earth sword saint, Alain Astoria firmly grasped the sword in his hand. Facing his younger martial brother, the third commander of the dead shadow, who seemed to attack at any time, the Yingling closed his eyes to prevent tears from falling and calm his heart.

The world is as short as dew. I know that such a battle is meaningless, just in vain. I also know that as long as you run away, as long as you don't fight, you can live. As long as you become the last 13000 people in the world, you can.

that's enough.

But there is always something better than death that can never be evaded or betrayed.

The endless power seemed to gush out from the bottom of his heart. Aran opened his eyes, and the body, which was originally composed of countless lights, suddenly began to fluctuate rapidly. It seemed as if thousands of light particles that made up his body were exploding and splitting rapidly, and a great force that was better than the eruption of volcano and made tsunami fade out of his body, It's spreading in all directions.

The old swordsman also held his hand on the hilt and pulled the long silent sword out of the scabbard.

"Holy land"

Originally silent looking at all this, the swordsman suddenly let out a exclamation, he roared: "how dare you?"

"Why can't I?"

In this bloodbath, in this sea of corpses, in this wanton flow of blood, the sword Saint laughs, then draws his sword and cuts it!Then the mountains fell and the earth cracked into the abyss