Soul of Burning Steel

"mission?"

Silya was a little confused, she had never heard of any mission on her body, let alone forgot, but there was no doubt that the serious white-haired middle-aged man in front of the girl would not lie, her instinct made her She would rather doubt herself than doubt the other party.

"Yes."

Standing in front of the burning altar, the man said lightly: "It's not just you, this is the mission of all beings in this world of yours."

If Joshua was here, then he would definitely find that, compared with the vision of the young saint in the Azure Orb, the vision of the saint who appeared in Xierya's heart was more majestic and indifferent.

Although growth does bring about changes in personality, it is more likely that an adult sage is more indifferent than when he was a teenager, but more like boredom and impatience.

And this dawn.

Just when Alman Fernand died completely and turned into bright spots all over the sky.

Just when Silya listened to the mission of herself and all sentient beings in the illusion of the sage's robe in awe.

In the world of Grandia, located around the Tomb of the Saint in the middle of the western part of the continent, in the deepest part of four huge and different cities, four beings with different shapes, but all of them are extremely powerful raised their heads in unison, their eyes seemed to be able to Pierce through layers of rock and steel, and look directly at the heights of the sky.

"Dragon Slayer Arman has been defeated, and his soul brand has completely dissipated."

In a huge fortress composed of countless steel and machines, steam and gears, an old man whose whole body has been replaced by various special constructs stands on the top of the towering observatory. He moves his two completely mechanized The old man stared at the empty center of the sky, and then said to himself in a synthetic voice: "There is such a soul who once sanctuary dissipated and provided it to us." The balance' is much larger again."

Turning his head, the old man adjusted the focus with the pupil of the prosthetic eye made of crystal and magic circle. He stood on this observatory that could adjust the height and tilt angle at any time with the rotation of the gears, looking down at the busy working crowd in the fortress. .

Countless workers wore heavy protective clothing, and used magic devices that could eject raging fire to engrave spell runes on the steel gear fortress. Numerous mages continued to solidify invisible energy channels in midair, turning many seemingly invisible The contacted runes are connected together to form a whole.

"However, in this way, the progress will be accelerated." He thought this way: "There will be one more sanctuary soul filling... The final impact is likely to come soon."

"I need to leave as much spark as possible."

And this old man with a construct who seemed to know something inside turned his head away from observing the busy workers and mages. He and the entire huge observatory gradually disintegrated into scattered gears and parts, and finally sank into the entire steel city.

Inside the fortress, pipes flowing with magical energy and steam gushed out, releasing ear-piercing whistles and bursts of white smoke, which condensed into clouds above the fortress.

It seems that a huge life is breathing and sighing.

"he died."

At the bottom of a city that is almost completely assimilated with plants, it is literally built between vines and giant trees. In the center where countless tree roots gather, an old elf woman wakes up in a golden crystal like amber. They are all second only to the seeds of holy stones, and are equal to 'cloud diamonds' and 'star crystals'. This kind of original crystal contains the strongest vitality, and even dead people can use it to grow flesh and blood. Moisturized this elf who did not know how long she had lived, and witnessed her dejected and shed tears for the death of a person.

"He has experienced the most despicable assassination and the most infamous death..."

Witnessing the end of several eras, an old woman whose empire had fallen said in a tone of relief or sadness, "I don't know, did he get the ending he wanted this time?"

Soon after, on the streets of the city, large and small flower buds bloomed on the green vines that run through countless buildings. The crowd of plant-like plants stopped their activities and quietly listened to the voice of the asylum.

"The final shock is coming."

The gentle words of the old woman sounded in everyone's heart: "Children, do the work at hand."

"That's the only fire that can keep you alive in perdition."

The world is younger than anyone imagines.

On a mountain so high that it breaks through the clouds and is bathed in moonlight, at the top of the rocky city built by hollowing out the entire mountain, a short but strong dwarf warrior leans on his giant hammer, sitting on the top of the mountain and watching Looking at the dim moonlight and stars, as well as the dawn that is about to rise, his steady eyes did not change at all.

A thousand years? Or is it 1,500 years? All in all, it is absolutely impossible to exceed two thousand years.

This is the conclusion reached by the dwarf warrior when he first sensed the fusion of the earth's rocks and the core of the earth.

Swimming in lava, exploring inside the earth's core, on the first day he broke through to the heaven realm more than a hundred years ago, he passed through the lava channel inside the volcanic islands in the south of the mainland, wandering deep into the mantle of this world, he Searching for the oldest rock formations and touching the oldest magma, the dwarf warriors even tried to get close to the center of the earth several times, the center of the world that is said to bring the entire earth and the world to revolve in the void.

Although he didn't succeed, he understood one thing.

That is this world, only a thousand years in the past.

and a future that is about to end.

Life in this world is shorter than anyone imagines.

In ancient times, the world had not yet ended its gestation, but saints broke through the world and brought their ancestors to shape the world. The strong man who created everything ended the fetal movement of this world forcefully, making him a "premature baby" ', carrying many ancestors and their descendants.

But now, the doomed end is coming, and the last war before the end is about to begin.

"It's not fair for us to pay off the debts of our ancestors."

The dwarf warrior said a rude word, and then muttered to himself: "The dragon slayer is dead, who killed it... If another sanctuary-level soul dissipates, then the final impact is really coming... "

"We don't have much time left."

On the plain, it is made up of a mixture of rocks and tree roots. Inside the huge city wall that is at least 100 meters high, countless humans cultivate farmland, engrave runes on stone bricks, and build towers and fortresses that are extremely strong. .

And the center of the city, the center of a palace, was extremely huge, at least ten times the height of an ordinary person. On a huge throne, a giant nearly twenty meters tall sat there, sighing.

This throne is quaint, and the somewhat decayed gray rock forms its base, on which time has left deep traces. The giant's body and the throne cast shadows on the ground, casting shadows on the surrounding human subjects who were listening to the words. Covering it, he said in a voice that was as small as possible, but still made the atmosphere tremble: "Alman Fernand was killed by someone from another world, and the dead shadows will not let it go, they may not go to trouble with that person , but will definitely come to attack the holy city and the tomb of the saint."

"Be prepared for everything." The giant said: "This is the last, and it is also an impact that will determine the fate of you and me."

On the northwestern plateau of the mainland, at the other end of the four holy cities, among the former imperial capital Gaetar, the tall obelisk that ranked fourth lost all its light. It gradually decayed, and then turned into black smoke that filled the sky and blended into the surrounding surroundings. In the mist.

On the dark stone tablet, there were several pairs of eyes watching this scene, and there was a disdainful laugh, and at the same time, there was a slightly regretful lament.

"I said long ago that he only wants to die, don't give him a chance to die in battle."

"It's a pity that we don't have many companions. We lack the positive power of the dragon slayer army. If we want to break through the blockade of the holy city's defense line this time, we can only rely on the low-level dead shadows who are all scattered soldiers. "

"I have something to do, let's leave for a while."

Suddenly, on the third-ranked obelisk, the swordsman who had been silent all this time spoke up. This indifferent commander of the dead shadow looked up to the south. His subordinates had already told him everything about the strong man from another world. Whether it is the fact that he rescued many survivors, or the fact that he left many strange inheritances, the changing shadow explored the secrets that most people do not know, and asked his master if he wanted to Do it, wipe out those survivors.

Of course the swordsman refused.

He is ruthless, indifferent, bloodthirsty, and warlike. It can be said that he has no feelings related to kindness and kindness. Even if he is given his name, the teacher who taught him to practice swordsmanship was killed by him in the name of "testing the sword". His senior brother, who was like a brother like a father, was also seriously injured by him, but even if he turned into a dead shadow and revived, the swordsman was definitely not reduced to the point where he would attack a group of children.

That was the sword in his hand that humiliated him.

"Swordsman, where are you going?"

Someone asked curiously: "Although Arman is dead, we are about to launch a general offensive. Don't you want to avenge him?"

The swordsman shook his head and stopped talking.

But on the other side of the continent, in the east of the world, in the depths of the sacrificial hall of a small town hidden in the mountains, the old heroic spirit opened his eyes thoughtfully, looking northwest.

The eyes of the two looked at each other in the void, as if two sharp swords clashed, sending out a deafening hum in the spiritual world.

At this time, the dawn has come, and the stars and the moon have disappeared.

Inside a fast-moving carriage, a kind middle-aged woman stretched out her hand cautiously, trying to touch the shoulder of the Dragon Wing girl who seemed to be in a daze in front of her, to wake her up from her contemplation.

But before she took the shot, Shiriya suddenly came back to her senses and blinked her eyes. She seemed to be still in shock, and glanced around in a daze.

"What……"

The dragon wing girl's mind was still in the illusion left by the saint's robe not long ago, and she murmured in a daze: "How could it be...how could it be like this...it's impossible..."

Repeating these few words back and forth, under the uneasy sight of the middle-aged woman, Xierya stared at her with dull eyes, then just held her hands, and said in an almost pleading tone: "No ...it's not true..."

"We're not traitors, are we?!"

At the same time, red dots of light flashed across the sky, but the unglamorous light overwhelmed the brilliance of dawn, making the stars and the moon pale.

The girl raised her head subconsciously.

She saw that there was a colossal existence with boundless coercion and a cyan light, galloping rapidly from afar.

That was the 'similar' figure that she had expected before but now extremely rejected.