Between the mountains and hills covered by darkness and mist, countless decayed corpses and remains were buried in the dust by fallen leaves. Blood-stained stones and broken weapons and metals were scattered in every corner of the forest. Broken armor, countless swords with gaps, and spears without spearheads stood in the cold wind, as if telling the story that had happened here in the past.

It was already evening, the dim sun was gradually sinking, and the wind at night became colder and colder. It seemed to penetrate the bone marrow and freeze the blood.

But, in the mist, a little light suddenly appeared.

The light was faint and dim, but extremely firm and solid. Under the illumination of this light, the mist dissipated and the darkness retreated. As the light advanced, a convoy of horses and carriages were seen rushing on the mountain road, as if they were escaping from something terrible.

"Quick, hurry up!"

A middle-aged woman riding a tall horse in the lead scolded the carriage and rider behind her with a bold voice that was inconsistent with her gender. Her face was covered with fragmented scars and many scars in her throat. It seemed that this was the reason why her voice was rough. When she heard the leader's urging, all the carriages and riders immediately accelerated and ran quickly towards her destination.

There were nearly thirty people in this convoy, most of which were riders riding horses. The remaining five carriages seemed to be filled with supplies. They moved quickly on the rugged forest path under the hard pull of the horses. The riders were wearing long swords and flails, and exquisitely crafted chain mail. Their well-equipped, no less than the regular army of most countries.

But even so, the riders of this team seemed to have to escape and fled forward desperately.

But the heart of the leader Davian continued to sink like a stone in the deep sea.

The sun has set and the night is approaching.

He pulled out the sword from his waist with anger, and broke through the air and cut off a big tree blocking the road in a straightforward way. The female knight showed her strength that she should not be underestimated, but she muttered to herself in fear: "No, I can't go back to the village anymore, those monsters are about to appear..."

"If it really doesn't work, fight them!"

Following behind the female knight, a knight with a thick helmet spoke with an angry male voice: "Sister Davian, then you will take the carriage back to the village, and I will take them to cut off the back for you!"

"Idiots, can you stop the 'dead shadow' by your group of trash?" He scolded the other party without mercy, but the Knight Davian could not think of a solution for a while, so he could only grit his teeth and continue: No matter how much he has, everyone will accelerate!"

"Yes!" the riders responded in unison.

The dead shadow, as the name suggests, is the shadow of the dead.

Since the catastrophe twenty-seven years ago, the world has changed. As long as there is a place where life has died, then when the sun sets and night comes, dead shadows will appear. These monsters with some of the power in front of the dead, like dark shadows, are strange and terrifying. They eat the flesh and blood of living creatures and attack all life indiscriminately.

How many lives have died in this world? There are probably dozens or even hundreds of times the number of living people. Almost every corner of the world has been stepped on, so the steps of the dead shadow are everywhere and cannot be avoided.

"I can only hope that the death that happened this time will be weaker and will allow us to break through and leave."

Many thoughts flashed through Dawei's mind. It was not the first time she led the team out and fought with the Dead Shadow. After all, in the outside world, there are many reasons that delay the time to return to the village. Just look at the scars on her body and you can tell that this female rider can be said to be experienced in many battles.

She thought it was indeed good, and there were also strengths and weaknesses between the dead shadows. If she was just an ordinary civilian or a beast during her lifetime, then the queen of the dead shadows would be a weak monster that was so fragile that the wind could blow away. Although there were many, it was not impossible to break through and leave. However, the autumn water forest where the carriage convoy was now located was an ancient battlefield hundreds of years ago. Under this forest, it was the corpse of countless elite warriors in the two empires.

If you meet those elites of the empire...

Davian didn't keep thinking about it.

Because night has come.

The sun's brilliance completely disappeared into this world, and the dark mist began to cover the jungle. Even the convoy was lighted with torches flashing with warm light. Their vision suddenly shrank to more than ten meters in front of them, and the convoy's speed suddenly dropped.

"Don't slow down!" Davian roared: "If you fall to death, you will be shared by those monsters. The men of the Astoria family, pull out your weapons for me!"

Faced with the infinite hazy shadows that had begun to emerge from the dark mist, the female rider shouted in a hoarse but extremely firm voice: "The light of the sword blade, the glory is immortal!"

And the riders also whispered: "Immortal!"

"charge!"

All the riders had their own rays of light. The colors of these lights were of different colors, but they all had the same effect. Driven by this light, the flow of the wind began to accelerate, and the originally tired war horses recovered their spirits, and began to neigh and strode forward, and the speed of the convoy suddenly increased more than one step, as if they had really transformed into a storm in the mountains and forests.

And the shadows in the darkness completely condensed.

It was a dark human figure spread all over every corner of the jungle, and also a tired warrior and knight wearing broken armor and holding broken swords. They had already been opened and even the war horses with broken heads and legs disappeared in the fog. These dead people who had long passed away but were unwilling to accept their resentment awakened in the darkness and opened their scarlet eyes. They stared at the brisk carriage that was leaving quickly, and then let out silent roars.

In the array of the dead, a broken flag rose, and the shrill sound of trumpets rang through the night sky with the cold wind. With the guidance of the flag and the call of trumpets, they also began to charge.

It spans hundreds of years and the ravines of life and death.

At the end of the carriage, a taciturn and stout rider noticed the army of the dead who was running at a speed that humans could not understand. In response, the man spat, then raised a heavy sword from the side of the war horse. His strong and powerful arms were kneaded, and then drove the war horse to turn, turning into a strong wind to rush towards the enemy.

Bang

The swords and swords were mixed together, and the steel was roaring. The rider rushed into the enemy formation alone. A light blue light surged all over his body. The light was clearly visible even in the dark fog. With the power brought by this light, the rider killed several dead shadows in one blow. The sword blades flew, and he killed more than a dozen dead shadows.

But how many dead shadows were? In a few seconds, the knight's figure was completely submerged. Although he could still see the light blue light flashing, soon, accompanied by the sound of flesh and blood being indoors, the light quickly disappeared.

However, even so, the deceased's military power was stopped for several seconds and was thrown away by the convoy for a long distance.

Davian noticed this. The female knight's heart was as cold as iron and stone, without any turmoil. She just hated her incompetence a little, that's all.

There were also dead figures in front of the team, but these dead figures were just some civilians or scattered adventurers' souls. Davian drew his sword and the sword wind whistled. The monsters blocking the team were instantly flooded by the scattered air blades.

"We're about to reach the shelter area of ​​the village!"

Completely expelled the dead shadow in front of him, the female knight shouted loudly: "Don't let Hand's sacrifice be in vain!"

The carriage was silent, but the speed was a little faster.

But another shrill horn.

In front of the team, a broken flag was raised, and in a vague way, the wolves could be heard.

Three hundred and eighty-two years ago, the Iron Slaying Bohar and the Wolf Shepherd Su Enzan's army met in Qiushui Forest. The two evenly powerful men started an endless battle with the evenly powerful army. The result was that the Iron Slaying Blade broke, the Wolf Shepherd's wolf pack died, and no one on both sides survived, and they all died here.

Now, three hundred and eighty-two years later, in the dark mist, the dead shadow Su Sheng, the general whose flesh and blood were gnawed, and the headless knights were far away in the center of the two teams. Their troops looked at each other, and the scarlet light even illuminated the forest.

Without words, the next second, the war between the dead began again.

And the one caught in the middle was a convoy of carriages.

Dead!

Even a female hero like Davian couldn't help but feel cold. The situation in front of him was an abyss of despair. No one could climb out. Under the charge of the two powerful troops hundreds of years ago, the people present had no chance to escape. They would only be cut off by the sword blade and then swallowed by the wolves.

After the catastrophe, the shadows of the dead came to the world. The heroes and heroes of the ancient times turned into ominous monsters and crisscrossed in the darkness. They held the magic weapons of the past, and used the simple but powerful magic of the past, oppressing the living world step by step into the corner.

The heroic spirits fell and the demon souls woke up. This continent called Grantia, the owner was no longer the glorious human civilization, but the dead who woke up from their bones.

The sound of steel clashing throughout the jungle. The riders used carriages as barriers to resist the impact of the troops on both sides. The collision of sword blades burst out with dazzling sparks, illuminating the dark jungle.

Davian stood on the earth. When she waved her sword, a deep blue light flowed on her arms. In front of the female knight was an endless army of dead shadows, but they could not break through Davian's sword blade. Only a silver light flashed and the air blades scattered, and more than a dozen dead shadows were knocked away and then disappeared in the air.

Beside her, the other knights were also yelling at the battle. Their strength was not as strong as their leaders, but it was not difficult to deal with these weak dead people. After everyone was in a group to defend, they actually resisted several waves of military attacks.

But this is only temporary. Davian understands that the current situation is because these two newly awakened army of dead are fighting each other. They continue the war in their lifetime and have no time to take care of the group of living beside them. However, even the aftermath is not something that only thirty of them can bear. After dozens of minutes, when everyone's strength is exhausted, the knights will no longer have the power to resist.

At that time, they would only be shared by these dead figures.

Davian couldn't think of a solution, so her heart was being swallowed up little by little by little, but because of this, anger called "No matter how much he is" rose from the heart of the strong female knight. Like her companions, she began to roar and wave her sword energy, and harvest these black shadows in large numbers. This scene even attracted the eyes of the two leading undead in the center of the two armies.

Since there is no solution, don't think about it!

Since it must be the end of death, then fight!

Before death, kill more enemies, and there are no cowards in the Astoria family who surrender without fighting!

And just as the female knight made up her mind, suddenly, a thunder blew out of the sky.

Rumble!!!

A low loud noise suddenly rang out in the sky. With the agitation of air waves visible to the naked eye, the dark blue light instantly enveloped the entire world.

Davian was shocked and she looked up at the sky.

In the darkness above the head, thick clouds retreated layer by layer above the Autumn Water Forest, while the dim blue moon light was completely overwhelmed, leaving only a faint gap that suddenly appeared in the sky. The gap was undecided, as if something huge was walking, and the shaking sky showed ripples like flowing water.

Weird, runes that have never appeared on the Grantia continent are circling layer by layer, folding back and forth between blue lights, and the buzzing sound of gear choking is heard, making everyone feel uneasy.

"This...what is this..."

Not only the female knights, but also everyone present, even the revived undead, they all stared at the mysterious magic tides appearing in the sky, tearing apart the space and time. How spectacular is this scene? Coupled with the extremely terrifying momentum that came from the gap, many riders who remained calm even when facing the dead shadow showed fear on their faces.

"Is this... this was once a burial place for a great hero?!"

Daweian was shocked so much that she couldn't help but guess: "Now the heroic spirit is about to wake up, causing the sky to shake?!"

This is really hard to laugh. Although I thought so in my heart, the female knight still smiled bitterly. Such a powerful hero awakened from his rest and then turned into a demonic soul that could destroy everything. This was a bad news for this long-breaking world, not to mention their small team of riders.

But the following scene unexpectedly surprised everyone.

A person steps out of the gap.

The dark blue light disappeared instantly, and replaced by a red light as dazzling as the sun.

This light was so dazzling that no one could see directly. The extremely terrifying life energy radiation spreads in all directions. The endless shadows on the earth were simply swept across, just as they were illuminated by the light of dawn.

Davian looked ahead with an incredible look, and the endless army of undead was like this. In an instant, they were completely destroyed by the red light without leaving any ashes. The black mist quickly dissipated like the dew in the midday sun, and finally disappeared. However, these tired riders were not hurt at all, but felt that their strength had recovered.

At the very center of the army, the guards and the two leaders supported each other a little longer, but only a little longer. Under the continuous and powerful radiation of life, these souls from past history returned to sleep and were purified and disappeared inch by inch.

"This...what is going on?!" Everyone looked confused.

What happened just now?

And Joshua van Radcliffe came in the confusion of everyone and came to this unknown alien world.

He landed from high altitude with Firefly and Rin and came to the earth. The warrior didn't even notice that the energy radiation around him had done anything. He just slightly restrained the possession force that he instinctively raised in the space-time channel, and then looked at the power in his body with a serious expression.

As an extreme warrior who controls everything he has in extreme control, Joshua can naturally discover all the abnormalities that have happened to him.

With a common sense, he clenched his fist and made a sonic boom. He frowned and whispered to himself: "The power is bound."

This is actually a very normal thing. The world around the world of Mycrov is actually somewhat similar in terms of its origin, otherwise there would be no natural space-time channel to be opened up. However, in this distant world, the essence of the power of steel is slightly different, and the warrior keenly noticed this.

"Yes, Master."
To be continued...