That night, over the Ansen Mountains of the Ulan Empire, clouds became thicker, and the drizzle of rain carried the bone-wrought coldness, soaking every piece of soil.

The moon disappeared as a result.

So darkness comes like a tide.

The night is as deep as water, the mist surging, and the quiet eucalyptus forest dances like a ghost with the wind.

Xize rode his war horse and stood in front of the village he protected. He watched the army of dead shadows looming in the fog and woods, as if there was no end to the end, fell into silence.

After a long time, the Heroic Spirit Knight stroked his mount that was also revived as Heroic Spirit, and showed an unspeakable bitter smile. He murmured to himself: "There are really more numerous than the time I died."

Four hundred and eleven years ago, the Flame Spirit Knight, Cize Dawell, rode one by one in the Ansen Mountains, ignited the mountain burning fire at the cost of exhaustion, defeating the three thousand elite mountain troops and four titled knights of the same level, so that the front battlefield of the Ulan Empire would not be defeated and retained most of the living power. After the war, the descendants of the knights were granted Ansen Mountains, and countless survivors came here with respect to worship the statues and stone tablets of the heroes.

Three hundred and eighty-four years later, darkness surged, and the heroic spirit who returned to the world again discovered that although the way he should have gone, his battle was far from over.

But this time, the enemy has changed from the living to the dead.

More than 20 years ago, under the attack of the dead shadow like a tsunami, the revived Xize led his descendants to open up a small village in the mountains with difficulty. This mountain range located in the northwest of the Grandia continent is rarely visited. Apart from the undead of some beasts, there will be no souls of the strong. Therefore, although everyone has had a hard time, they have lived steadily. In addition to daily farming, it is more difficult to find the primordial ore veins in the mountains.

But now, this peaceful time has come to an end.

The shadow called the army of the dead has come here.

Just like an isolated island in the sea, now the town completely surrounded has almost no way out, except for the primordial crystal mine cave behind it that unknown where it leads.

The knight held his rifle tightly in his hand and pressed his left hand on the flail at his waist. He said to the villagers who had already prepared their luggage behind him and were waiting anxiously: "Run, run along the mine track, stay next to the underground river cave you discovered last time, block the cracks and holes, and never come out again."

"So, what about you, ancestor?"

A girl asked in an uneasy voice.

"I?"

The heroic spirit closed his eyes and laughed softly. The Flame Spirit Knight opened his eyes again. The magic energy began to boil in his body. The human form composed of light became red in an instant, like a ball of burning flames.

"Of course I'm going to do what the hero should do."

At this time, the darkness was driven away by the light of the flames. The sparks of fire were not extinguished between the ice and rain. Instead, they flashed and released temperature and heat. While the villagers retreated in an orderly manner, the knights drove the war horses forward. The army of dead shadows, who should have no wisdom and only knew to obey the orders, gradually retreated, as if instinctively fearing the flames ignited by the heroic spirit with their souls.

The next moment, the killing sounded, and the Ansen Mountains ignited a fire that lasted for ten days.

Just like four hundred and eleven years ago.

The same scene happened in every corner of the continent of Grantia.

In the coastal fishing village, the frost mage freezes tens of thousands of undead knights, the quiet forest, and the rangers who are manipulating the divine bows destroy one dark legion after another with a meteor-like arrow rain.

Countless heroes who awakened but never fell had their best efforts to protect the people and things they wanted to protect, but under the endless number of enemies, they all came to the end of defeat one by one.

With Gaitar, the imperial capital of the Ulan Empire, one undead troops, which were completely different from ordinary dead shadows, silently went to one shelter after another hidden among the mountains and forests. Under their attack, these villages and towns with heroic spirits or protected by human strong men were captured one after another. Some mysterious and dark secret method made these heroes who could not be corrupted even if they were catastrophes, corroded and degenerated in just a few days and were assimilated into the ranks of their former enemies.

In the southwest of the continent, the last four large gathering places of mankind were only learned of this shocking news nearly ten days later, and the dead party was exerting all their strength, showing their unexpected power.

But at this time, they were reluctant to contact other shelters and found that there were no other shelters except them. Perhaps there were some scattered gathering places far away on the edge of the mainland, but they could no longer contact them.

Today, these four people's last human habitat that protects the resting place of heroes in the world of Grantia have been surrounded by darkness and completely isolated and helpless.

And at the same time.

The continent of Grantia, the central western region, the Shaya Mountains, and the Forest of the Dark River.

rain.

heavy rain.

The heavy rain fell like the sky poured down, causing the swamp forest surrounded by mountains to be completely submerged by mud and water.

The commander of the Shaya Mountains, overlord of the forest, the controller of the swamp, and the king of the dark river, Urbandeni, stood at the center of the woods, with his body composed of tree roots at the top, and his purple flames glanced at the distance with one eye.

The air was filled with a dead and gloomy atmosphere, and a suffocating and rich mist filled the air. Even rain like a waterfall could not disperse it. But Urbandeni could see that there were countless sensational black shadows in the thick mist, and scarlet and cruel light shot out from the eyes that had long lost their souls and condensed on the forest in front of them.

"His Prince of Anchuan, is the situation still fine now?"

The slightly weak voice of the dragon-winged girl rang behind the huge tree man. Hilya, who had just cured her injuries, said hesitantly: "If it really doesn't work, just leave me alone..."

"Shut up, human."

Urbandeni shouted in a voice that could shake the atmosphere and yelled: "My decision is not something you can question. Since I promised you to send you safely from the Anchuan Forest, I will never go back on my promise."

"What's more, do you think these ants can stop me?"

And Shirya smiled bitterly.

It was not that she did not believe in the other party's strength, but that she felt helpless and shameful about her own strength.

Since the last time, the powerful natural spirit resonated again, the powerful natural spirit changed his attitude. Urbandeni expressed his willingness to send her out of the Shaya Mountains so that she could smoothly go to the southwest human gathering place.

But after that day, endless shadows of dead came from nowhere, waiting in front of the forest, and surrounding them firmly.

With the cooperation of Urbandeni, Hilya tried several breakthroughs, but all failed. The last time was probably the best opportunity, but because of her overly fatigued, she not only failed to break through, but also seriously injured herself.

However, in addition to these disgusting bad news, she also probably knew the meaning behind the robe she had on her body from the news that the other party accidentally revealed.

【Original Saint Robe】

During the ancient times, the continent of Grantia was still deserted, and the newborn world was filled with the heat of flames, which made the entire earth no longer exist except for the boiling hot springs and lava lakes.

But there was a sage who came across the border with thousands of people. He called himself the apostle of the "sage". With the help of a certain ritual, he performed a magical technique beyond human imagination, which cooled the whole world from the fire. He spread the seeds and cubs of plants and animals, and in just a hundred years, the entire deserted continent was refreshed and filled with the smell of life and plants.

The sages who came across the line and the thousands of people were the origin of all sentient beings on the continent of Grantia, and the robe of the origin of the saint was the rituals worn by the sages when they performed their rituals.

Although all this is just a legend that cannot be believed in between the countryside, looking at Urbandeni's confident look, Hilya couldn't help but begin to doubt that the robes on her body might indeed have an extraordinary origin. The sages from ancient times might not exist, but it is indeed an extraordinary equipment that is so powerful that it is somewhat beyond common sense.

But now, it is not the time to think about this.

Opposite the forest, in the fog, the endless team of dead shadows suddenly showed obvious abnormal movements, and the dense arrays were separated in an orderly manner, leaving a long passage.

The huge tree man moved his body, and thousands of tree roots twisted, the soil surging like a tide, and the huge force made the entire forest tremble. The Lord of the Dark River looked at the scene in front of him, and the huge purple fire eyes on its head flashed for a moment, and the face made of dark brown wood became serious.

A bunch of bed bugs.

Urbandeni disdained the dense dark undead in front of him. As a person who has survived for nearly a thousand years and is older than most heroes, how could he care about the mere death shadow? Even if it is tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions, it cannot hurt a hair of it. Diamond will not be afraid of being beaten by eggs, let alone to compare it, it should be a diamond mountain.

Therefore, these tragic undead have never been able to make the Lord of Anchuan stand up for it.

At the deepest point of the thick fog, three figures walked slowly out along the separate passages. Wherever they passed, the dead figures bowed their heads and separated by heavy rain. Even the land that had already turned into a quagmire swamp became dry and solid again under their pace.

It was a middle-aged spellcaster surrounded by seven crystal balls of different shapes. He brought a foggy human figure that he would never find without careful observation and a skeleton archer who was shrouded in blue light. He came to the dark forest and faced the huge tree man in the center of the woods.

"Lord of the Ankle, Urbandeni, why do you protect our enemies?"

The caster said word by word to the tree man in a sound that looked like a machine: "In twenty-seven years, the army of the dead shadows has never violated your territory, but now why have you abandoned your neutral position and turned to the embrace of those humans."

"She gave the offering, so I naturally have to keep my promise and give her shelter."

The strong and powerful sound shocked the mountains, rivers and jungles, and even caused the rain in the air to ripple. Urbandeni replied disdainfully: "The earth and forests never belong to either side. My answer is that, and it will never change."

"Is that true, but we don't want to fight you."

After a while of silence, the middle-aged spell caster put down his hood and revealed the true appearance behind him. A skull head composed of mostly crystals was used to shake the atmosphere with magic power and made a rigid voice: "So, another suggestion, how do you think about it?"

He persuaded in a gentle tone as possible: "Join us, the King of the Anchuan, your strength is enough to be one of us. I can even give up my throne to you. As long as you agree to this condition, what if you let this dragon girl go? And from then on, the Dead Shadow will never invade the Shaya Mountains and enter your territory."

Upon hearing this, Hilya, who was behind the tree man, suddenly became nervous. She immediately wanted to persuade this powerful existence not to be bewitched by the other party.

The Dragon Winged Girl knew that if her life was not in the robe, it was actually not worth mentioning. Even if she died, it would be no big deal. However, Urbandeni is the oldest and most powerful creature in the world. It blocked the center of the northwest and southeast of the continent, making the army of the dead unable to go to the territory of the Former Gru Empire on a large scale. If this person really joined the other party, or even just allowed the undead army to advance, it would be a terrifying disaster for the remaining human forces on the entire continent.

But after hearing this sentence, the Lord of Anchuan let out a harsh sneer.

"The sad dead, the heroic soul that has long been deteriorated... darkness blinds your once wise eyes."

This powerful being who looked like a huge tree man said in an inexplicably calm tone: "When do you think you can eat me by bringing these bed bugs? Why do you think I have to promise you to fulfill my promise?"

Hearing this, the skeleton caster did not speak. He just stretched out his pair of equally crystalline metacarpal bones and patted them.

Boom, thunder suddenly burst into the clouds in the sky, and lightning bursts intertwined among the clouds, and three giants with magnificent light shining all over the body fell from the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three dull loud noises have already turned into mud-like earth and rolled like waves, and three extremely huge puppets made of crystals have landed in front of the Dark River Forest.

Each of these three puppets is extremely huge, nearly forty meters high. They are composed of irregular crystals like geometric figures, with countless mysterious runes engraved on them. In the center of these huge puppets, which are no less than the size of the Lord of the Dark River, you can see three holy stone seeds with red, purple and brown colors rotating different lights, supplying the powerful energy they need.

"It seems that you refused."

The caster shook his head, but for some reason, he didn't seem disappointed: "Although I don't know why the commander looked at you differently, for me, you are not as powerful as we fear."

"Lord of the Anchuan, it's time to make you suffer a little."

Behind him, the fog human figure had disappeared at some point, and the skeleton archer also took off the longbow on his back in a slow but extremely steady posture, but none of them took action, but waited for the caster's action.

As the strongest men who led an era, whether they were the caster of the crystal puppet, the strongest assassin who was invisible, or the archer who had shot and killed the floating mountain whales and the giant sea beasts, they all had their own pride in their hearts. Even if they fell for some reason, they would never easily interfere in the battles of others.

But the huge tree man shook his head without caring about it.

"There is still a little glory that you haven't forgotten."

"But this is meaningless."

Countless tree roots turned into tentacles, lifted the dragon-winged girl and sent it to the other end of the forest. Facing the three puppets that were strideing forward and preparing to crush the forest with an unstoppable momentum, Urbandeni's voice became weaker and weaker, and the roots that made up their bodies also retracted back to the earth in turn.

But just as others were wondering whether Urbandeni was planning to avoid fighting, a loud roar of an earthquake sounded from the underground of the entire Dark River Forest.

"Boom! Boom!"

It was like the sound of a giant slowly awakening and moving its body.

"I am the blood of God and the descendant of the Mother Earth God."

A low, but extremely clear voice penetrated from the depths of the earth: "I breathe with this earth, and I can hear its anger and reluctance, the undead, no matter what you and the existence behind you want to do, but there is no doubt that the ultimate destruction of this path is only complete."

"You guys, let's go together."

The next moment when the speech came, a huge column, as if mixed with flesh and roots, penetrated the surface and exposed to everyone's eyes. While this towering flesh and blood column nearly 100 meters high appeared in the atmosphere, the surrounding soil, trees, rocks, even rain and wind were pulled and absorbed by it, and then formed an extremely thick "hand".

This arm consists of rocks and soil as flesh, flowing water as blood, and plant roots as meridians. In the distance, the rocks collapse and the peaks are loose. On the head of a giant made of black rock, two purple flames that look like the sun lit up, and unparalleled majesty came.

When the Crystal Skeleton caster saw that this giant creature hundreds of meters tall was only half of his body, he immediately controlled his puppet to retreat quickly. While pulling the distance urgently, it took a breath of cold air with its non-existent lung cavity.

"Titan!"
Chapter completed!