Forty-four years ago, the star fell 789 years ago, in the western mountainous area, the border of a small kingdom.

In this black forest on the border of the Xishan Kingdom, a group of brutal monsters attacked the nearby border town on a winter day in accordance with their instinct.

The attack was so sudden that the border town was broken by monsters without any resistance. The bloodthirsty monsters broke through the stone walls and easily slaughtered most of the humans in the town. They chewed human bones, bite blood and flesh, spewed flames and frost, turning the entire residence into ruins.

The caught off guard had already sent out a message of help, but what arrived earlier than the Kingdom army was a group of mysterious men in black.

These weirdos who wore hooded robes and completely enveloped themselves in black were unexpectedly powerful. They used strange spells to drive out the monsters in the city, and then hurriedly searched for something in the city. The blacks had no mercy or sympathy for the remaining survivors in the town. They gathered these people together roughly and then checked them back and forth.

Finally, a middle-aged man with an eagle-like ottoman found a calm boy in the corner of the crowd. The dark red compass in his hand trembled violently, and the pointer pointed firmly at the other party.

The boy had long dark green hair and a delicate little face covered with blood, but it was not his own. Even when he encountered such a thing as the siege of the Warcraft, his expression did not change at all. He was always extremely calm, as if the city burning around him did not exist at all.

"Are you here to find me?"

He ignored the scrutiny of the men in black around him, turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man. The boy whispered: "I can see the excitement in your heart. It seems that I am indeed your target."

"That's right." Hearing the other person's words, the middle-aged man finally couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart. He laughed loudly, then bowed down and stroked the boy's face: "My son of prophecy, for seven years, we finally found you!"

The survivors gathered around him were suddenly in an uproar. A middle-aged woman stood up tremblingly. She pointed at the boy with fear and said tremblingly: "Sir, this child...he is very strange! No matter what beast or crop, he will get sick and even wither as soon as he touches it, even his parents..."

She originally wanted to remind these men in black who saved their lives, beware of the strangeness of the boy, but the next moment, a gray beam of light hit the woman, instantly breaking it into a sticky acid and bones.

Amid the panicked shouts of the crowd, the middle-aged man who had just released his rays to the people in black around him in a cold tone: "This is the biggest secret of the corps... Let them shut their mouths."

"Yes, Lord Priest!" Hearing this, the people in black smiled and raised the weapon in their hands, turned to look at the trembling survivor.

Blood splashes.

The bloody massacre began, and the cute boy with long dark green hair did not change at all. From beginning to end, he watched all this coldly. Whether it was the men who were extremely enthusiastic about him, called priests, or the neighbors who were slaughtered like pigs and dogs, who had lived with him for nearly ten years, it seemed insignificant to him.

Life is fragile, like the white frost at noon, which will disappear in a blink of an eye. He had known for a long time that the boy had known this since the day his parents died.

"Herras, you are unique, the treasure my Lord has given to this world."

Without caring about the massacre on his side, the middle-aged man stood beside the boy. He said in an uncontrollable tone of excitement: "You are covered with blood from the void, have the power to absorb and control life! You should be born to join us!"

Perhaps so.

In the boy's eyes, grey white spiritual matter mixed with turbid life energy escaped from the corpses on the ground, and turned into various strange appearances in the air. The boy knew that he could control them at will, as if he controlled his arms.

Since the accident that killed his parents a few years ago, a boy named Herras began to deliberately exercise his strength, whether it was others or his own, the boy could easily control it, and then absorb it into his body, making the domestic animals weak and the withering of plants is just the most basic ability. As long as Helras is willing, he can even directly make a person lose his life and die of "aging".

Perhaps, this is the power of the "Void Blood" in the middle-aged man's mouth.

The mortals were afraid of this power, and they alienated him. The people in this town wanted to expel Herras more than once, but they never succeeded. The strong man would collapse on the ground within five meters of the boy's side, as if he had not eaten for several days. His eyes could even deprive everyone of the courage and let the crowd that had finally gathered disperse.

At least these people were willing to accept me. Helras thought so, so he followed the group of men in black back to their base, a temple located in the deep mountains.

He spent twenty years there.

During these twenty years, the boy of the past grew into a teenager, and then grew from a teenager to a young man. Finally, on a bitter snowstorm night, the twenty-eight-year-old Helras replaced his teacher, and the middle-aged man of the past became the high priest of the underground corps.

The extremely aging old priest looked at his student and murmured as if he wanted to say something. The man could see that a huge vortex of life was rotating around the other side, absorbing the lives of all living things within a radius of hundreds of meters. This is why his aging was also because of this. Otherwise, with his golden peak power, he could live at least ten years.

But so what? The old leader had no resentment at all. He looked at his student who was beyond his control and couldn't help but smile. Herras's strength had surpassed him and touched the edge of extreme intention. This was the realm he reached in his fifties.

He was willing to die and used his body as the other party's stepping stone.

Herras could see this naturally.

"Don't worry, teacher." The man said, his tone calm: "I will fulfill your wish."

So the old priest closed his eyes.

The matters of the Order were boring and were nothing more than destruction, spreading the plague, and proclaiming that the end would come, but Herras was serious and completed it one by one without any irritability or slackness, as if an ungrateful machine.

He does not understand good and evil, nor does he care about good and evil. For him, killing and destroying people is no different from eating and drinking water. Although this man doesn't even know what the ultimate purpose of his sect is, his behavior symbolizes the true unconscious chaos. Countless cultists worship him and worship this man who is as simple as a beast.

He was named the High Priest, but Helras did not have any real power in the sect. The several priests under him occupied all the rights, but he did not care about this little thing at all. The man just spreads chaos day after day and does what he should do. Because of this, the name of man gradually spreads throughout the western mountainous areas.

The high priest of the cult that destroyed more than a dozen towns and killed tens of thousands of humans. The title of [Herras the Withered] [Empress of Decay] was enough to make the child stop crying, so that the name itself became a curse.

And the strength of men is growing day by day, as if there is no end.

The rapid growth of Herras's power shocked the entire western region's kingdom. Every time he appeared, his strength would be significantly improved. He was at the peak of the golden, the ultimate, the initial level of the extreme, and the intermediate level of the extreme, and the peak of the extreme, and never thought that he would grow to the great enemy. It only took a man more than ten years. This was because as the leader of the sect, he could not practice all the time, otherwise Hellras's strength would definitely be better.

The encirclement and suppression of Herras ended in several tragic failures. In the latest, the power he showed made everyone even more frightened to fight against the three old-fashioned strong men, and they were actually killed by him. There were no obvious wounds on these two men, as if they died just because of normal aging. This means that his power has gradually escaped from the limitations of the tense and began to extend to the legendary realm.

A legendary cult priest, as long as he thinks about it, many small kings without legendary powerhouses tremble.

But all this means nothing to Herras. The man who has entered the middle age walks silently in the dense forest of winter. Wherever he passes, the plants and trees wither, the sentient beings withered, all vitality is plundered, and then incorporated into his body.

The power of life is the power of steel, whether it is Dou Qi or the power of blood.

But it is rumored that at the beginning of the creation of the world, there were ancient giant beasts wandering in the void. What flowed in their bodies was not the power of life, but the purest crystal of steel.

People with similar powers can naturally control the lives of lower-level people. Herras had a premonition that as long as the majestic life force in his body condensed into the crystallization of steel, it was the time when he achieved the legend.

Of course, it is not the present, but the future.

A man who does not know good or evil, does not understand morality, is as barbaric as a beast, or as regular as a machine, ends his meaningless thinking in his mind.

His goal is the North.

And Moldavia, north, late at night.

Joshua stood on the top of the Lord's Mansion and quietly looked at a note in his hand.

This note looks extremely new, but someone has recorded a lot of information with strong handwriting. The warriors are reading the contents in the darkness, looking very devoted.

What is recorded in it is the experience record of the strong man who has understood the ultimate meaning of power in all generations and has advanced to legend.

Although on the surface, Joshuya was confined to the north by Isrell, this does not mean that His Majesty the Emperor had forgotten the many contributions made by the warriors. Whether it was giving away divine crystals or going to the Holy Mountain to kill dragons, the empire had always had many rewards and compensations not given to Joshuya.

Isrell, who was rejected by the warrior, had compensation for money and industry. What he asked for was the empire's experience records about [Perfect Body] and [Extreme Intention of Power].

To be honest, this kind of experience is far more precious than money, but His Majesty the Emperor didn't care. He even personally excerpted many notes and gave them to Joshua. He firmly believed that the warriors would enter the legend, and everything he walked by himself was just the icing on the cake.

Thanks to Isrell for his trust. The warrior's eyes swept through the last few lines of the note. He murmured to himself: "The so-called perfect body is the product of a more sublimation after entering the extraordinary and breaking away from the body of the mortal... So only those who advance with the extreme intention of power can touch its threshold. Isrell is advance with the extreme intention of skill, so he does not know the secrets. There are very few in these experiences, and not many people with this talent and expertise."

After reading it, Joshua closed the book.

This small note is better than a sea of ​​gold and silver for him, and Joshua gained a lot from it. You should know that it is full of precious experiences of legendary strong men of the Empire, or the peak of the Imperial Spirit. By comparing and referring to the problems they encountered during their practice, the warrior felt that he had gradually grasped the key to advanced legends and perfect bodies.

That is the vitality that is extremely pure and sublimated to the level of "power of steel".

All things are born in fire and exist in steel. The initial fire promotes the birth and expansion of the multiverse, and the steel of origin creates all things in life. Dou Qi is the derivative of the power of life, and the power of life is the diversion of the power of steel. Qiao Xiuya has been healed many times through the Sky Blue Pearl and recovered from the critical point of life and death several times. He has been able to manipulate the power of life, not just Dou Qi. The previous trick of healing Ivan is a proof of his increasingly pure power.

But the power of steel is different from the power of life. Except for the world of Karlis, the warrior never saw the pure power of steel again in the rain of steel brought down by the world will of steel python. At that time, his realm was too low to experience the pure power that could purify the entire world. This has to be said to be a pity.

"When I come back from Moldavia, I might want to go back to the world of Karlis."

Thinking of this in my heart, Joshua couldn't help but recall the content of the notes in his hand.

In the history of the empire, there is no shortage of strong men at the peak of the extreme mind, most of them are warriors, but most of these warriors who have reached the top of the mundane world are stuck on the level leading to the legend and cannot make progress.

This is because they don’t know where they should go and how they should make progress.

The purified Dou Qi into the power of life is the end for most powerful people with extreme intentions. They have never seen a higher level of power, so how can they know their goals? The power of steel is spread throughout the world, as ubiquitous as space. But because of this, it is difficult for people living in this environment to experience this invisible power. Even Isrell admitted calmly that his advancement was just a sudden feeling, and suddenly realized one of the original powers in this world, and then advanced to the legend.

But Joshua didn't want to rely on luck. His fate was far higher than Isrel, and even everyone. He had traveled to different worlds many times, and the power of steel in these worlds must be different. The warrior believed that as long as he went to other worlds again next time, he would definitely be able to start to realize the slight differences between the origin powers of the two worlds, and then detect the traces of the power of steel and touch the threshold of the legendary realm.

He had already seen the gap between Jiyi and Legend clearly. All he had left was waiting and breakthrough, and continued to polish his body, practice fighting spirit and the power of life.

In the darkness of the night, Joshua raised his right hand, clenched his fist, and a layer of black and red light gradually appeared on it.

This light flame is his fighting spirit. Black is the power of glory that devours the soul, and red is the pure power that represents high temperature and impact.

The cold winter wind blew across the streets, making a slight buzz around the corner of the eaves. With the sound coming, the black and red flames on the warrior's fist deepened and purified little by little, until it finally turned into extremely dark, like abyss black.

Fire of life.

It is extremely deep, as if all the colors gather, black symbolizes Joshua's vitality. This power is so heavy, as majestic as the sea. The countless treatments of the Sky Blue Pearl have made the warrior's body adapt to this power. He can control it freely to heal friendly troops and kill enemies.

Joshua even had such a premonition: as long as his power continues to be stronger and the power of glory further advances, he can control the vitality of other creatures around him and take it for himself, just as a powerful mage can easily control the magic power of mages lower than him, and control their spells at will, so he can also absorb the vitality of others at will, just like the great demons in fairy tales.

But who would do this? The warrior shook his head indifferently. Other people's lives have a unique imprint. As long as they are normal people, they cannot absorb the power of others' life. In that way, they will completely lose their self-awareness and become a madman like a beast.

The black flames were burning silently. If Gioshuya's body was viewed with energy vision, it would be like a sun falling on the earth, covering the entire main city of Moldavia and even the surrounding wasteland. Within this range, the monsters retreated, and insects and ants were huddled in their nests. All humans felt inexplicably at ease, as if they were in a warm embrace.

The black and red long energy pattern was constantly spreading and covering his body with the warrior's right hand as the source point, which meant that Joshua had used all his strength and the invisible ripples spreading in all directions, which shocked all the people with certain strength in the city.

Atanis got up from the church's own bed. He hurried to the window and looked at the lord's mansion not far away. Although the old bishop's eyesight was not good, with the help of the magical technique, he could still clearly see the figure.

Instinctive fear came from the bottom of my heart, which was the suppression of the life rank. Atanis took a deep breath and said to himself with some envy: "Have you reached this point... Joshua... Beluo and Fan will be proud of you."

The artificial intelligence lady floating in the night sky also turned around and stared at the top of the Lord's Mansion. She wanted to go over and see the situation of the warriors, but the powerful life energy fluctuations stirred up the magic elements of the entire city. No. 3 even felt that her projection was about to be separated from the body. She stopped in place and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In addition, many people noticed the fluctuations coming from the direction of the Lord's Mansion. Most of them were elite adventurers or powerful guards in the caravan. However, they did not dare to pay attention directly like No. 3 and Atanis. Instead, they stayed in their room with some fear, waiting for the fluctuations to end.

Joshua didn't care about the attention around him. He continued to activate his power, causing the black flame to burn on his right fist, causing a slight qualitative change.

The black and red lines were already spread throughout the warrior's body. All the muscles, tendons and internal organs on his body were moving violently. The powerful lungs sucked the air, producing an echo like a dragon's roar. Joshua stared at the flames in his hand without any slack.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, a silver light suddenly appeared in the black flames.

Joshua was slightly stunned. He didn't know if this was his own illusion, or if it was true, but the next second he was about to take a closer look at the confirmation, the black fire of life was extinguished.

The warrior staggered and took a step back. This experiment of trying to sublimate the power of life actually consumed all the magnificent fighting spirit of his body, so that Joshua is now at the weakest moment except for being seriously injured and dying.

But with four hands supporting the warrior's body from the back, Joshua looked back and saw that it was Fire and Rin.

After the two divine machines noticed that the warrior was emitting powerful life fluctuations on the roof, they immediately came to the top of the lord's mansion and watched silently behind him.
To be continued...