An old diary with black skin, yellowed paper pages, and scattered traces of corrosion.

June 19th - Sunny

Today I took Old Abel to drive the sheep, and it looked panting. Leah was right. The flock was getting bigger and bigger, and Abel was a little overwhelmed. Maybe I should change to a sheepdog to let Old Abel, who had worked hard for seven or eight years, have a good rest.

June 22 - Cloudy

Two ewes are about to give birth today! It was a great thing, but strangely, for some reason, the lamb looks in poor condition and has difficulty breathing. Is it because the ewes did not have a good fetus when they were pregnant? No matter what, my flock is bigger again, maybe I can consider selling a few sheep and let my little Ebla study in the academy in the city to see if he can become a magic warrior!

June 23rd - Yin

The lambs were all dead... Maybe it was because they did not have a good baby, and it was even more because I didn't take care of them. Although Leah advised me not to be too sad, she was still a little sad. The ewes looked very sad, after all, this was their children. It's strange that how could there be such gloomy weather in the grassland? This has been going on for several days.

June 27th - Yin

The flock of sheep did not dare to leave the sheep pen. Old Abel tried hard to yell and didn't drive out even if it was a lamb. The cloudy outside was getting darker and darker, and he couldn't even see the road clearly. The fog was misty, but it was not wet, and it didn't look like it was about to rain.

June 29th - heavy fog

The grass was dead, the mist seemed to be poisonous, and it felt like all plants were starting to wither... The ewes didn't know when they died. When they found it, the corpses seemed to have rotted for a long time. Speaking of which, when the lambs died, they looked very strange. Did it be that at that time... the black dirty traces stuck together the subsequent pages, as if they were blood, and as if they were ink.

July 3 - Sunny

The fog finally dissipated! The strange existences that appeared at those nights seemed to be afraid of the sun! Our ancestors blessed us, our whole family was safe and sound, but all the shepherds around us were dead. What was going on? No matter what, I really hope that my diary can continue to be written.

July 4th - Storm

Earthquake! I originally planned to take my whole family to the city early in the morning, but I encountered an earthquake as soon as I got up! The house was fine, but the sheep pen was shaken down, but no sheep ran out, so I didn't dare to go and see... The rainstorm came again at noon, so I could only pack up my things and stay at home and wait. In this weather, the road to the city must have become a quagmire. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Abel for several days. Where has it gone?

July 6th - heavy fog

The monster that ate all the sheep... and what exactly was the black shadow that suddenly appeared in the weapon at night... Leah's arm was injured, but she didn't know why she couldn't stop the blood... Now she fell asleep with a bandage, and she didn't know if it would improve...

The diary afterwards was in chaos, with traces of wetted by water marks and black marks waving randomly. It seemed that tears were mixed with ink, and during this period, some messy and almost unrecognizable handwritings could be vaguely seen.

Leah...dead...monster...abel...ebra...

August 1st - Sunny

Through the grassland, I finally came to the shelter, and there was a sacred breath in this forest...but I was about to die.

I will leave you the last sentence, my child... May you have a peaceful life in this crazy world.

Late at night, heavy fog, in the west of the Gladiya continent, in a dense primitive jungle, there is a simple human village built on an island in a river. With the sound of the river flowing, you can see a fire ignited in the village. Intermittent black smoke brushes through the wooden eaves in the swaying fire, and the dim light is unstable.

In a wooden hut that was about to collapse, the black-haired and red-eyed warrior silently put down the diary in his hand. He frowned and held the hand of a little boy covered in blood and a very panicked face, with a gloomy face.

"Your grandpa, it looks like you love your father very much."

Joshua murmured to himself: "And your father loves you very much."

Last night, after the warrior bid farewell to Titan, he traveled westward, following the guidance of the Mirror of Holy Light, and galloped towards the direction of the Fourth Sage's inheritance.

The huge life energy giant was released by him, which was successfully shaped. It was energy far beyond his body's limit. Therefore, Joshua needed to learn the compression method of Titans and the evil gods of the atmosphere, and forced these energy into the body, so that the energy and flesh were integrated into one, not relying on the relics of the sages, but relying on his own strength to carry out this step.

The body was further sublimated, and the warrior's speed was faster than before. In just one night, he completely flew out of the Shaya Mountains and crossed a prairie. However, with the increasingly gloomy sky and thick weapons, the guidance of the Holy Light Mirror gradually began to become unstable. Until the end, it simply turned into an ordinary mirror and could no longer provide the direction of the inheritance of the sages.

Joshua was not surprised by this. The Holy Light Mirror can operate for so long in a world with a largely different basic free energy, which is considered to be Pope Eagle's well prepared. You should know that even the strong man of extreme intention is bound by most of his strength, while its small mirror can last for so long, which only shows that its maker is worthy of being the strongest man in the peak of the legend, a god walking on the earth.

Following the direction guided by the mirror, Joshua flew towards the southwest slightly. At this time, the sun shone on the earth, allowing the soldiers to see many scenes that made his heart sank along the way.

The villages destroyed by brute force, caves buried by landslides, small islands in the lake that sank to the bottom of the lake, and protective forests burned by fire... Flying along the way, it was dead all the way, and the soldiers could even see that these were traces that appeared not long ago in the middle of the night. It could tell that some strong men had fought around these ruins, but without exception, the village was destroyed and all humans were corpses here.

Until here.

Joshua sensed a faint breath of life.

This is a simple village built on the island of the river. It looks defenseless, and the scattered thick and short wooden walls seem to be unable to stop even the wild boars. But the warriors know that these are just appearances of the village. Those seemingly simple defense methods and ubiquitous wooden stakes, controlled by spellcasters who are proficient in plant spells, or by druids who can manipulate the power of nature, are an unattainable barrier and an ubiquitous trap.

But now, none of these methods were used. A huge fireball falling from the sky directly ignited the entire village. The strong man who manipulated the plants was defeated, and the ubiquitous dead figure took advantage of the riot and killed all the villagers.

Except this one.

He led the people out of the fire house that was about to collapse. Looking at the devastated little boy in his hand, Joshua, who came to the center of the village, couldn't help but shake his head.

The child was knocked unconscious by his father and hid in a large clay pot for flour. The man blocked the lid of the clay pot with his body. Even though he was torn off all the flesh and blood from his back by the group of unwise undead, he took out most of his internal organs, and never let go of his hand.

The father used his remaining flesh and blood to cover up the breath of his child's life until Joshua came and pulled the boy out of the clay pot.

"Your name is Adair."

From the second half of the yellowed diary, in some information written by Ebla, Joshua learned the name of the other child, which was strange. Even after experiencing so many things, the boy did not cry even when he saw his father's bloody corpse with his own eyes. He just stood there in a daze, his eyes wandering.

But Joshua ignored this and patted the little boy's head. The warrior signaled to the other party to look at the burning village in front of him, and his voice was not fluctuating: "Adair, this is the village where you live, it has been destroyed."

The boy, who seemed to be dreaming, suddenly shook his whole body.

Joshua looked at this scene, and a faint fire reflected in his eyes. He said calmly: "You have seen my father's body, too."

The boy named Adale suddenly contracted in pain like a shrimp. He squatted on the ground, covering his ears with his hands, as if he was rejecting this reality.

But the warrior made him instinctively raise his head and wake up from his deepest despair in just one sentence.

"I can give you the power to revenge."

In his hand, the red fighting spirit condensed into a small dagger. Joshua looked at the bat flying in the dark, his voice was ethereal and seemed to leave at any time. He lowered his voice, handed out the dagger, and whispered to the boy who was gradually calming down in panic on his face: "And the most basic thing for revenge is to be alive."

In the air, a shrill beast chirped, but it disappeared soon.

The night passed, and the surviving boy stood in the middle of the village that had turned into ruins, but in his hand, there was a blood-stained red dagger, and hundreds of counted bats and bloodthirsty beasts died at his feet, becoming part of his power.

The warrior left some of his strength and left like this.

The first breathing method produced by the fusion of the fighting spirit from the continent of Mycrov and the magic energy of this world was taught by the warrior to the child named Adal in the dark of last night. The strange breathing rhythm accumulated strength in the other party's body, making this originally ordinary boy become a powerful man who can fight beasts overnight.

Of course, Joshua did not deny that he used the body of an indigenous child, Adele, to experiment with the process of integrating the power system of the two worlds, but even if he did it again thousands of times that night, the boy would never refuse his request for revenge. His heart was always filled with restless fire, and he couldn't wait to burn others and burn himself.

There are many such scenes. The soldiers came to the west side of the mainland. There were only the ruins seen by the roadside every day. There were more than a dozen scenes similar to abandoned villages, countless of which of course some villages had survivors, but most of the broken shelters had no chance of life, only dead silence.

If you can help, Joshua will never fail to take action. He taught these survivors the breathing method he built after careful thinking, so that these people can practice the power of the fusion of fighting spirit and demon energy. This method of practice does not require primordial crystals. It only requires meditation to draw free energy from the atmosphere to practice. Although the speed is relatively slow, it does save a lot of effort to find primordial crystals. Compared with the two, this new method is safer.

At every moment, the methods of practicing in the two realms deduced by the warrior will change, so that the breathing methods obtained by each survivor who encounters him are very different, and even conflicts with each other. But even so, they are the same at the core, that is, by honing the life energy in the body, sublimating their own existence and becoming closer to the root power of "power of steel".

This is a direct and extreme meaning, which comes from a higher level of practice!

In just a few days, Joshua left his own heritage on this continent, leaving countless survivors who had lost their shelter and could only hide in the mountains and forests with the opportunity to survive and survive desperately.

Many people, whether light or dark, or dead, have noticed the existence of warriors.

At this time, Joshua was still heading towards the West, the direction the mirror of light originally pointed.

Along the way, the soldiers also received some news about the Dead Shadow Commander and many survivors told me that they had seen three-color crystal flowing light breaking through the clouds and flying towards the distance in the sky in the north. This was undoubtedly the traces left by the flying of the crystal puppets.

However, although he did want to obtain the seed of the Holy Stone and go further to the legend, the warrior did not forget his real goal.

Joshua knew that he was coming to find the inheritance of the Fourth Sage and got the information about the initial fire when he was hiding the sage in the inheritance. Pope Eagle and even the sentient beings in the entire Mycrov continent were waiting for his actions.

Although the continent of Grantia was attacked by the natural disasters of the dead, it was extremely sad. All living beings were sinking into the whirlpool of despair and pain, and experienced blood and wailing, but it was precisely because of this that the warrior could not look back. He could not let the continent of Mycrov become this world. The seed of holy stones on the commander of the dead was his chance to advance to the legend, but it would be fine. If the direction was opposite, he could not change the direction for this and turn to chase and kill those monsters. This is a choice.

But for some reason, he had come to a deserted wilderness. For a long time, Joshua, who might have been the destination of Urbandeni's teleportation, never found his own goal.
Chapter completed!