Cold rain overflowed from the black clouds, blowing across the earth with the pungent wind.

Lightning tangled in the shadows of the sky, and the biting cold air spreads in the wind and rain, making the entire world of Grantia look like an ice prison behind one hundred and seventy levels of the abyss.

Standing between the pits all over the ground and the scattered bones, Joshua let out a long breath, and the dragon hunting sword in his hand turned into light and divided into a pair of young girls. They originally wanted to congratulate their master on defeating a powerful enemy, but in the end they remained silent because of this inexplicable atmosphere.

Arman Fernande was dead, but the northwest wasteland was still silent. Apart from the bloodthirsty beasts hidden in the deep caves and the survivors rescued by the warriors, the area still has no vitality.

Kill a commander of the undead, nothing has changed.

"Owner……"

Firefly followed Joshua for the longest time and knew his personality, so after waiting for a while, the girl tried to ask sexually: "Why don't you look very happy?"

"Yes." After the silver-haired girl, Rin quickly asked: "Master, you have killed this undead commander. For a long time, there will be no similar existence coming to cause trouble, and that group of survivors are safe."

"No, he wasn't killed by me."

It seemed that he was still recalling the feeling of his touch when he shot the General God's Phantom Core. After a while, Joshua said in a helpless tone: "Arman committed suicide."

"suicide?"

Both Ying and Rin were stunned for a moment, and they were a little confused. It was because there was something wrong with Joshua or they had something wrong. Is it fake that they had pierced the enemy?

But the warrior did not intend to explain this issue in detail. He just took a look at the remaining energy debris in front of him, which was the last remnant of the existence called Arman.

How can kill a person with a dying ambition be called killing? Even if Alman did use all his strength in the end, fighting is an object that is to fight for life and blood and burn to the point where he exceeds his limits.

Perhaps for that general, in a dignified battle, he died in the hands of a powerful being that he had been pursuing but could never become, which was the best place for his life. He did not want to leave regrets like the Gem Dragon King. Joshua just fulfilled his wish, that's all.

As for why such a former hero actually fell to the point where he wanted to destroy the world and return everything to the dead, the warrior did not understand. He only knew that killing Alman was almost meaningless. The northwest wasteland is still the northwest wasteland. It cannot be restored to the richness twenty-seven years ago, and the world of Granthia is still a dying world, and there will be no change because of this small thing.

Those more than thirty survivors still have no way out at this moment. Could it be that killing such an undead leader can eliminate the natural disasters that envelop the entire continent? Of course, no, so Joshua's heart was very heavy at this time.

Perhaps, killing all seven undead leaders can save the world, but he has no extra time to do this. The safety of the Mycrov continent is more important in the hearts of the warriors than this world.

But...if everything is over and the fourth sage inheritance has more time after it is recycled by the Seven Gods Church... Then it may not be possible to give it a try.

But in the end, he still sighed heavily.

"Let's go."

After sighing, Joshua said to his weapons: "Alman is dead, but he has told a lot of interesting information during the battle, among which the second commander is chasing a dragon-winged girl."

The inheritor girl in the resonance projection also seems to have a pair of dragon wings.

Thinking of this, the soldiers turned their heads and walked towards the cave where the survivors were hiding: "The Second Commander is now heading northwest of the southwest wasteland. I think their source of information must be more reliable than our random guesses."

"Yes!" With a response, Shenji brothers and sisters hurriedly caught up with their master.

And a moment later, the cave closed with rocks was opened by a man.

Outside the cave, in the wilderness blown into a smooth sand by a violent hurricane, Joshua looked at the more than 30 young girls in front of him who were practicing the breathing method he created.

Most of these young and old survivors who were not over twenty years old were still so weak that even the undead leaders could not detect it. However, now, with the abundant raw crystals and the training of combat, most of them have entered the category of primary professions of Grantia, and are as talented as Crete, and even reached the level of medium professions.

Their potential is not weak. If they were placed in the Mycrov continent, as long as they entered the academy to practice, they would become the backbone members of the army or an organization in a few years. The chance of advancing gold would never be small. What's more, the great demon tide of the Mycrov continent was coming in an instant. At that time, it would not be even slower to absorb magic power from the atmosphere than to directly absorb it with the original crystal.

However, they were born in Grantia, a dangerous world where there was no order. Their talent potential was buried. If they had not met Joshua, they would have been destined to turn into a dry bone.

"I'm leaving."

After glanced at the neatly survivor young girl standing, the warrior said calmly: "I am not a guardian. I have something to do when I come here. The method of cultivation taught to you is also an experiment I have done, so don't be grateful to me, this is a fair deal."

The survivor who didn't care about the somewhat uproar was looking at the entrance and exit of the cave next to him. Joshua pondered for a while, then stretched out his hand. The huge life energy gathered, controlling the soil and rocks in that area out of thin air, transforming it into a hidden entrance hidden between soil, sand and gravel. After doing all this, he spoke: "The southwest wasteland is still dangerous, but this place is very hidden, and the mark of the dead soul within a radius of thousands of meters has been completely erased by me. There will be no dead shadows at night. It is very safe. People who do not have their own settlement can come here to live. For those who have settlements, I also hope that you will come here. More than thirty people will watch and help each other, which is much better than fighting alone or in groups of three or five."

The warrior explained some things and then planned to leave. Just as he was about to get up and fly towards the northwest, the young man in the lead broke through the silver realm, Crete suddenly spoke, "Sir, what are you going to do?"

When the blonde asked a question, his nervous voice changed a little, but out of an eager repaid mentality, Crete still forced himself to say what he wanted to say regardless of his instinctive obstruction.

Joshua looked back at the other person in surprise, paused for a while, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and replied, "I'm looking for someone."

"A girl with red hair and dragon wings on her back." She glanced at Larrel beside her, and the warrior added: "It may not be older than you, she looks very young. She was teleported to the northwest wasteland a few days ago, but I have not found her trace until now."

He looked at the young and young girls who frowned and thought hard in front of him, and waited patiently.

Those who give favors must also give the beneficiaries a chance to repay. Although Joshua didn't think they could give any reliable answers, there was no harm in trying them, and at least it would make the young and girls feel a little more at ease.

As a result, I was really surprised.

"I remember that some time ago, there was indeed a faint blue light flashing near the village."

The person who spoke was a little thin girl with some freckles on her face. At this time, she seemed to be in memories and was telling the situation at that time: "At that time, the merchants from the holy city in the northwest had just left the village. The direction they returned seemed to be the direction where the light shone."

"Holy City?"

Joshua felt that he had heard familiar words. Among the valuable information that Alman said scattered during the battle, the word Holy City appeared quite a few times. For example, after a period of time, the seven commanders of the undead are now six of them, and they will attack the four holy cities guarding the tomb of the Saint.

"Well, yes, it's the holy city." This time it was not the freckled girl who spoke, but was cheerful. As Crete's childhood sweetheart Larrel said, the girl immediately added this information after hearing the warrior's questions: "The northwest wasteland originally had nearly twenty shelters, and it was one of the largest gathering places for humans except for the four holy cities. Moreover, there are many local specialties and protocronites. Occasionally, people will be sent over to exchange specialties and protocronites with food and other things."

The other young girls also pointed out the direction to the holy city in a verbal manner. A young man who had learned to draw even drew a rough map on the sand beside him and showed it to Jojoshuya.

"Is that true?"

After taking a look at the rough sand map, Joshua could not help but lit up where the Dragon Winged Girl was now. He laughed and sighed a little, "I didn't expect that there would be a reward. If I asked earlier, I wouldn't have wasted these two days."

Although this is said, it is not the case. If Joshua had not saved these survivors in the past few days and had given them the power to protect themselves by practicing the Dharma, maybe the girl who knew the news would have died before the warriors could ask.

Thinking of this, Joshua couldn't help but glance at the young girls in front of him again. In their eyes, there was joy that could finally help.

A thought flashed through the warrior's mind.

Perhaps... when he finds the Fourth Inheritor and allows the Seven Gods Church to open a space-time channel back to the Mycrov Continent, these children can leave the world together. I think the channel that was already stable at that time is enough to carry these people.

But Joshua did not make any promises, and no one could know the future. Maybe when he found the fourth inheritor, the situation was so dangerous that he had no extra time to escape. Perhaps before completing his mission, all these children had died due to various accidents.

Or perhaps, the world of Grantia still has a chance to get rid of the current doomsday scene and return to its rich and beautiful appearance as before.

Seeing these people deeply, Joshua said goodbye, then flew into the air and flew towards the direction where the holy city was.

Seeing the light spots transformed by the warriors disappear into the sky, the lost young girls also dissipated little by little. They did not want to return to their respective residences, but planned to follow Joshua's advice and transport some valuable things from their homes, and live in this hidden cave with these companions who have also been passed down.

And in a broken shelter village, in a broken study room covered with dry blood marks.

The heavy "History of the Central Empire" was blown by the wind and fell to the ground after a sway.

The pages of the book were churning, and finally stayed at the middle thicker, almost approaching the last page.

On this page, the editor uses the obscure but beautiful brushstrokes of the common language of ancient Grantia to describe the great achievements of an invincible general. His unbreakable trust and loyalty to the emperor and his loyalty to the emperor are also the legend of the king and ministers that has been passed down for a long time in later generations.

At the end of this page, the general's final understatement was recorded, almost a skipped ending.

[Dragon Slayer General Arman Fernande]
Chapter completed!