The 27th year of the Cataclysm, July 11th, night.

Northwest of the mainland, the former capital of the Ulan Empire, Gaitar, the spiritual city of Ghettar.

The vast sky lies above all things, and the endless bright starlight and the warm blue moon shine on this deadly earth.

There are no plants and trees here, only the gray-brown rock plateau. The almost endless black dead shadows, with their scarlet and dull eyes, wandering around the huge rocks of the Gaital Plateau. In the mist, you can see that there are many powerful dead shadows that can fly in the air. It seems that their own will is guiding the group of undead on the ground, so that they, without any self-will, follow a certain law, surrounding and guard the center of the plateau, the magnificent capital covered in the mist.

The cold wind swept from the world level and whistled across the Geital Plateau. The severe cold and sand and gravel were wrapped in a suffocating undead miasma, forming a hell sandstorm that even the powerful people in the heavenly realm would frown. The capital Gaital, which seemed to have completely turned into ruins nearly thirty years ago, stood intact in the sandstorm.

There was no light in the dark capital, but with the thin starlight and the dim moon, we could vaguely see the darkness squirming among the seemingly intact houses, making sounds of screams or resentment curses. The location of these houses or the location of the entire capital city seemed to have been greatly changed. They seemed to have become part of some kind of huge formation, guarding the city center, and the seven huge obelisks that stood up at some time.

The seven obelisks made of obelisks made of obsidian and some strange metal are shining with black and purple energy light, layer by layer, as if the runes containing infinite mysterious flash in accordance with the energy veins. They are located in the center of the city, absorbing all the free energy in the entire Gaital Plateau and then supplying them to unknown existences.

Suddenly, a shrill sound of wind came from the darkness.

A dark silver light suddenly flashed in the deep dark capital. This light broke through the manic sandstorm outside the city, and in just one second it crossed nearly ten kilometers to the obelisk formation in the center of the city.

The visitor was a swordsman. He was shrouded in a gray mist. He couldn't see his appearance clearly, but he could see that he was carrying a quaint sword around his waist. There was a flash of thunder and lightning on the scabbard, releasing the breath of danger.

The swordsman stood on the obelisk with the huge number of "Three", and the surging black and purple energy surged into his body, replenishing the energy he had consumed recently. Apart from that, the swordsman did not do anything extra, just waited quietly.

And soon after.

Sudden sounds of breaking through the air and abnormalities occurred.

A mage with seven crystal balls of different colors floating around his body, and a holy stone seed with a bright red light on his chest opened the time and space gate and came to the obelisk with the huge number of "two".

A warrior wearing a hideous dragon head and heavy armor, carrying a dragon-slaying giant sword, walked in the void and came to the obelisk with the "Four" engraved.

With the surging of shadows, a human figure who was completely unable to see his appearance and had a low presence and was so low that he could not find it at all, and was unable to find it. It was condensed at the top of the obelisk with the "Five" engraved.

Coming on an ending dragon, the caster in a hooded robe and a skeleton archer with only bones left and holding a quaint black iron longbow also came to the obelisk of the ‘Six’ and ‘Seven’ in turn.

Finally, there is a knight.

The knight did not show any strange power, nor did it cover his appearance. This old knight with ordinary appearance and long gray hair rode his equally old thin war horse, step by step with his staggering steps across the dark streets covered by fog. Where he passed, the shadows of wailing and cursing in the house suddenly stopped their voices and turned into painful and unwilling prayers. He stared at the shadows with a pity and kind light, but in the end he just shook his head, making the shadows sigh in disappointment.

It took a long time for the knight to walk through this long stone road and come to the obelisk formation. He, under the gaze of the other six extremely powerful beings, took his horse to the top of the stone tablet engraved with the number "one".

No one showed any dissatisfaction, and even the fourth-ranked heavy armored warrior and the seventh-ranked skeleton archer bowman respectfully bowed.

"This time I call everyone to discuss with you one thing, but before that, we need to summarize the latest information."

There was no nonsense. The knight said to the existences around him in an unexpected and grand voice that was unlike his appearance and was unexpectedly grand: "In the former Gru Empire, around the autumn water forest of the Misia Plain in the northwest, there is a holy land, and even the peak power that almost surpasses the holy land, tearing apart time and space, allowing a powerful existence from another world to descend."

"All the preparations we plan are about to be completed, and only the final obstacle clearance and implementation are left. The arrival of this powerful man in another world is very abnormal. Now, all accidents must be eliminated."

When he said this, the old knight turned to look at the third-ranked swordsman: "I have asked the swordsman to send his men to investigate the situation. Is there any result?"

"No."

Holding his hands in front of his chest, the swordsman made a faint voice: "My subordinates have not sent back the message, but he is the Shadow of Change, and I think he can find information that will satisfy us."

"Then let this matter aside."

The knight nodded, and this time he turned to look at the second-ranked Crystal Mage: "Will there be any results to pursue the dragon-blooded girl who holds the suspected 'Saint of Origin'?"

"No, sir." The seven crystal balls floating around were dancing lightly in the air, forming one strange runes and formation after another. The caster bent down slightly and replied, but his voice seemed to be synthesized, as stiff as a machine: "The power of the Saint of Origin's robe is beyond my imagination. Its last explosion destroyed the entire Dead Shadow Legion. I have sent my three crystal puppets to pursue, but the Lord of the Ankong blocked them."

"Has the Lord of Anchuan protected her? There is really nothing we can do about it."

It seemed that he knew the other party's power very well, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in the Knight's eyes: "You may not understand its true power, don't conflict with it for the time being, we need to gather strength."

Then, the knight asked about all the other recent messages, and no one expressed his dissatisfaction, and they all answered truthfully.

Until the end, the Knight nodded slightly, and he said calmly: "It's good, everything is still in the plan."

Then, he said simply: "The important thing I invited you to gather this time is that I have successfully restored the method of summoning the Ulan Empire and 'control' the heroic spirits, and have made certain improvements based on our situation."

When he said this, all the seven powerful beings let out disdainful sneers, and even the swordsman, who had been without any emotion, shook his shoulders.

They were not mocking the old knight's words, but mocking the Ulan Empire.

If it weren't for this lack of greed, who intends to reverse the taboos of life and death, and intends to forcibly control the arrogant empire of heroes who have gathered countless people's faith, how could they reappear on this land?

"The world of Grantia is a world without gods." The caster who came on the end of the dragon laughed softly, his voice coming from under the hood, unexpectedly young: "It's completely different from other worlds I've ever visited. All faiths are condensed on the ancestors and heroes. If you want to control me... they have to fight against the whole world and the will of all human beings."

The warrior wearing heavy armor also sneered in a low and vague voice: "I overestimate my ability."

The old knight seemed to have expected the other people's ideas, so when everyone stopped laughing, he spoke again: "After restoring this method, our next goal is the "Tomb of the Saints" in the southwest region, which is firmly protected by the four major human resistance forces."

The voice of the knight was now filled with a hint of ethereal: "The sages and heroes of all generations, our old friends, and even our 'self', were buried there."

Suddenly, on the fifth stone tablet, the vague fog figure suddenly said something that no one knew clearly.

When the old knight heard it, he responded clearly: "Yes, we do not have the power to attack the past head-on for the time being."

"So, we must first wipe out the scattered resistance forces spread throughout the continent, so that the whole world, except them, is us."

When the old knight said this, he gently touched the spear hanging on the side of the war horse under him. There was a hint of almost imperceptible smile in his voice: "Then, cut off their sources of information, block the sources of food and water, snatch the original crystal ore, and pollute the water quality upstream."

The skeleton archer, ranked seventh, flashed the soul fire in his eyes, and it tightened the long bow in its hand, and the fourth-ranked heavy armored warrior couldn't help but hold the hilt of the giant sword carrying behind him with his back hand. He seemed extremely expectant.

Although other powerful beings cannot see their expressions clearly and have no movements, their momentum is very different from the previous dull feeling.

Above the Gaital Plateau, thick fog surged, and lightning winded down from it, and finally sank into the pitch-black sandstorm, turning into a flashing flame.

The pale light shone through the city that had already turned into a dark dead land, as if day finally came to this land that had been in the abyss for twenty-seven years.

“This is war.”

Under the lightning light, the old knight said this, his tone with a hint of relief that finally arrived.

"Twenty-seven years."

"The final battle is about to begin."
Chapter completed!