Soul of Burning Steel

No pain or joy can last longer than time.

At dawn, the misty gray-white clouds were dyed a layer of gold by the newborn sunlight, and bright rays of light without the slightest warmth pierced through the gaps in the clouds, but were swallowed by a piece of darkness covering the earth.

In the darkness that was advancing rapidly, one could hear the sound of uniform footsteps, and the clang of friction and collision between armors, but there was no sound of human communication.

Grandia Continent, the southwest wilderness, ushered in a group of silent visitors.

The distorted fluctuations of time and space slowly disappeared behind them. These dark beings carried a dead breath that did not belong to this land, and they were transmitted from the distant northern sandy plateau.

bang. The sound of metal collisions sounded, and the sunlight gradually became brighter. It pierced through the gray-white clouds and shone on the land. The scattered shadows of death in the wasteland immediately began to dissipate, and the darkness that originally shrouded the land also gradually Dissolving, revealing what lies behind.

A unit as uniform as a machine, extremely elite and heavily armored.

The flags were fluttering, and black metal full-body armor was draped on every soldier in this army. The flails, heavy crossbows, crossed long swords and spears carried on their backs were all well-made and glowed with a bloodthirsty cold light.

But the most surprising thing is that this group of existence without the slightest breath of life did not dissipate due to the coming of the sun. They were protected by a dim black circle above their heads, which contained power different from ordinary dead shadows. , so that sunlight cannot harm them.

And at the front of this troop, a warrior in heavy armor with a ferocious dragon head and a giant dragon-slaying sword on his back led the troop across the portal and marched on the land of the southwest wasteland.

No pain or joy is heavier than death.

Grand Commander Arman deeply understands this.

As a dead man awakened from a long sleep, and a general who once commanded an infinite army, no one knows better than him that time and death are so heavy that they are enough to crush all spirits and eclipse all glory.

Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, the predecessor of the Ulan Empire and the Gelug Empire, General Alman Fernand of the Central Empire led an army to crusade against the giant dragon entrenched in Dragon Island overseas. Because of this unexpected surprise attack, at the beginning Hundreds of dragons died, and then under the command of Arman, the army oppressed the activities and living space of the dragons layer by layer, until this powerful general personally killed the dragon patriarch of that generation, and wiped out all the dragons. An ancient and glorious powerful race is almost completely extinct, leaving only a few descendants of dragon blood circulating in the world.

Five hundred and fifty-three years later, the resuscitated General Dragon Slayer led his reborn army to walk on this land. Their glory is no longer known, and their exploits have become an understatement in the history books. , Just like the dragon clan that was massacred back then and is now forgotten, everything gradually returns to dust and silence under the sweep of time.

But now, this army of the dead, once full of glory, is marching towards the wasteland with firm steps.

Their goal is to clean up all life in it.

Ever since the shadow of death swept across the entire continent, all forces in the Grandia world have collapsed under this endless intrusion. Most of the cities were quickly breached, or destroyed themselves, and only those who fled to the deep mountains and old forests remained. Survivors remain, and the life on the entire continent has been reduced by 90%. Ten rooms and nine empty spaces are no longer an exaggerated adjective, but a fact.

But even these survivors have been wiped out one by one by the undead army that has gradually become active recently.

And as the founder of all this, Grand Commander Arman has no shame or hesitation in his heart, because all these are orders from "that person", and everything that "that person" said and did is absolutely nothing. Undoubtedly all justice.

This is true even with wars, massacres, and the destruction of the world.

But suddenly, the pace of the army stopped.

The sound of footsteps disappeared in an instant, leaving only the roar of the wind passing through the atmosphere. The dawn sun completely pierced through the clouds and fog, making the world covered with light and filled with warmth.

The general wearing a dragon head helmet lowered his hand to signal the army to stop. He raised his head and looked at the endless wasteland in front of him.

He could notice that the two groups of red flames behind the V-shaped gap in his helmet suddenly shrank into light spots, and the palm on the hilt of his waist couldn't help but clenched tightly.

Arman saw a man.

On the wasteland, the grass and trees were dry, and the land was cracked with countless spider web-like gaps due to the severe drought. A black-haired, red-eyed warrior exuding unspeakable coercion stood just like this on the plain without any shelter. seems to be waiting for their arrival.

He was dressed in black light armor, with a silver giant sword as tall as a man propped on the ground by his right hand, and a huge battle ax carried by him on his shoulder, with a calm and almost cold expression on his face.

The majesty like the sun radiates dozens of miles around, and this power makes the dawn in the sky eclipse, making him the biggest heat source in the world, scorching everything around him, the dry grass and trees are just incidental, only The undead around are the most important thing.

Arman stood in front of his army, and the black ring above his head slowly turned to block the pure life energy radiating from the opponent's body. He immediately knew that this was the goal of their trip.

A peak powerhouse who is on the verge of the sanctuary and may break through at any time!

One is the same as their current broken bodies, and belongs to this declining world, the pinnacle of power.

"Are you the man from the other world?"

The voice of General Dragon Armor resonated through the magic energy and was transmitted several kilometers away. He said in a tone that was so flat that he seemed to have no emotion: "We have a list of the remaining heavenly realm powerhouses in the entire continent, especially heavenly ones. At the peak of the realm, the strong who are close to breaking through are paid more attention-and you are not among them."

The soldier didn't answer his words. Joshua didn't seem to have any intention of communicating. He just gradually clenched the handles of the sword and axe, and majestic energy flowed in his body.

But Arman didn't take it seriously. He seemed to have other ideas, so he said to himself: "Although I don't know, why did you come to this hopeless world."

"But no matter what, you'd better return immediately, and don't get involved in the struggle between us and the living."

"That's not something you people from other worlds can get involved in."

These words contained a strong warning, but not the slightest hostility. This attitude made Joshua startled, but he shook his head afterwards, as if he was laughing at the other party for thinking too much.

I just do what I want to do.

The warrior slowly raised the giant sword and giant ax in his hands, and then gathered them into a simple dragon hunting sword and gun. Holding the long handle of the sword and gun, he assumed a fighting posture and invited the opponent to fight. There was a flame burning in his eyes, as if he was telling a truth.

——Only the winner has the right to speak.

After speaking, the life energy that kept radiating towards the surroundings began to shrink rapidly, rushing towards Joshua's body, knowing that the other party was no less than Herras, maybe even worse Existence, fighters will never have the slightest carelessness, and will never leave the slightest spare energy.

"Want to fight?"

On the other end, Arman, who understood what the warrior was thinking, shook his head and said with a sneer: "The sad one, you don't even know what you're facing."

The next moment, the general pulled out the long sword from his waist, and held it upright in front of him with his fingers clenched tightly.

A loud noise came from him, and with the roar like thunder, endless smoke and black air gushed out from the gaps in the dragon armor general's armor, and gathered above him and his army into a cloud made of endless runes. A giant black ring built with totems, this ring links all the dead shadows together, as if making them merge into one.

"I am the Titled Sanctuary, Arman Fernand, the dragon-slaying general of the Central Empire, the fourth commander of the dead shadows."

Liuyun changed under the control of this power, as if a pair of invisible big hands were gathering all the energy in this piece of heaven and earth, and Arman's voice became louder and louder. Like thousands of dragons roaring at the same time, the strong wind formed by the sound waves raged over the wasteland, causing the clouds to churn, the sky and the earth turned pale, and it seemed that nothing could go against his will.

General Longkai raised his head slightly, his eyes focused on Joshua's body, and a fierce killing intent suddenly broke out.

"What you are going to face is the sanction of the Ten Thousand Armies!"

clang! All the undead standing behind Arman pulled out their weapons at this time, and the blood-like light in their scarlet eyes became more intense, as if eager for the next killing and flesh and blood.

And without a sound, a gigantic, indomitable military god phantom seemed to wake up from the long sleep of the underworld, and appeared from the void. There was no flesh and blood on this military god phantom, only pale bones remained, but it Wearing heavy dragon scale armor, holding a bone-shattering hammer and armor-cracking long sword, he exudes bloody and murderous intent all over his body, as if the resentment and curse that killed millions of people are condensed in the armor of the phantom of the military god On the surface, malicious ripples like black rays of light appeared on its surface.

Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, General Dragon Slaying gathered the power of all the troops, and the taboo method [Lord of Armies] that destroyed the country and slaughtered dragons invincible was rediscovered today!

And his opponent, but only one person.

"I am the army, and the army is me."

"If you want to face me, you have to face my army. If you want to kill me, you want to kill us all."

Arman pointed his long sword at the silent warrior in front of him, and on top of the undead army, the phantom of the war god who was comparable to a Titan also stretched out his long sword and pointed at the warrior. The fierce murderous intent seemed to solidify everything in the world and let All living beings are slaughtered!

As for the warrior, his eyes lit up.

He spoke, the first sentence since the two came into contact.

"It doesn't sound difficult."