No pain or joy can last longer than time.


    At dawn, the misty gray clouds were stained with gold by the newborn sun, bright, but not containing the slightest temperature. The light stabbed down from the crevice of the clouds, but was swallowed by the darkness covering the earth.


    In the darkness of rapid progress, we can hear the sound of uniform footsteps, the clang of friction and collision between armor, but we can''t hear the sound of human communication.


    Grantia, the southwest wilderness, ushered in a group of silent visitors.


    The distorted waves of time and space slowly disappear behind them. These dark beings, with the breath of death that does not belong to this land, come from the remote northern dust plateau.


    Bang. The sound of metal collision rings, and the sunlight becomes bright gradually. It breaks through the gray clouds and shines on the land. The scattered dead shadows in the wasteland immediately begin to dissipate, and the darkness that originally shrouded the land gradually melts, revealing its later existence.


    A uniform, elite and extremely armored force like a machine.


    The flag is flying, and the black metal armor is hanging on every soldier of this army. The flail, heavy crossbow, cross sword and the gun on their back are all excellent and bloodthirsty.


    But the most surprising thing is that this group of people, who have no breath of living beings, did not dissipate because of the arrival of the sun. They are sheltered by a dark black ring on their heads, which contains the power of extraordinary shadow, so that the sun can not hurt them.


    At the front of the unit, a soldier wearing ferocious dragon head heavy armor and carrying a dragon chopping sword led the unit across the portal and marched on the southwest wasteland.


    No pain or joy is heavier than death.


    The great commander Alman deeply understood this point.


    As a dead man recovering from his long sleep, no one knows better than the general who once led the infinite army that time and death are so heavy that they can crush all spirits and make all glory fade.


    Fifty three years ago, Arman fernander, the forerunner of the Ulan Empire and the Gru Empire, led the army to attack the giant dragon on the overseas Dragon Island. Because of this unexpected raid, hundreds of giant dragons died at the beginning, and then under the command of Arman, the army oppressed the giant dragon''s activities and living space, It was not until this powerful general personally killed the dragon clan leader of that generation and almost completely wiped out this ancient and glorious powerful race, leaving only a few descendants of dragon blood to spread in the world.


    Five hundred and fifty-three years later, the revived general Tu Long walked on this land with his reborn army. Their glory has been unknown, and their merits have become an understatement in history books. Just like the dragon people who were slaughtered in those years and are now forgotten, everything gradually returns to dust and silence under the sweeping of time.


    Now, the army of the dead, once full of glory, is marching towards the wilderness with firm steps.


    Their goal is to clean up all life in it.


    Since the shadow of death swept across the whole continent, all the forces in the world of Galatia have collapsed under the endless invasion. Most of the cities have been quickly conquered or destroyed. Only the survivors who fled to the deep mountains and forests are left. The life of the whole continent has been reduced by 90%. Ten rooms and nine empty spaces is no longer an exaggerated adjective, but a fact.


    But even these survivors have recently been wiped out by the gradually active army of the dead.


    As the creator of all this, the great commander Alman had no shame or hesitation in his heart, because all this came from the order of "that man", and all that "that man" said and did was undoubtedly justice.


    Even if it''s war, killing and destroying the world.


    But suddenly, the army stopped.


    The sound of steps disappeared in an instant, leaving only the whistling of the wind in the atmosphere. The dawn sun completely penetrated the clouds, making the world covered with light and filled with warmth.


    The general in the dragon head helmet put down his hand to stop the army. He raised his head and looked at the endless wasteland.


    It can be noticed that the two red flames behind the V-shaped gap of his helmet suddenly shrink into light spots, and the palm on the hilt of his sword at his waist can''t help clenching it.


    Aerman saw a man.


    On the wasteland, the vegetation has dried up, and the earth has split countless cobweb like cracks due to the drought. A soldier with black hair, red eyes and unspeakable authority, standing on the plain without any shelter, seems to be waiting for their arrival.He was dressed in black light armour, with a silver sword standing on the ground by his right hand and a huge battle axe on his shoulder. His face was calm and almost cold.


    Like the sun, its majesty radiates the surrounding area for tens of miles. This power makes the dawn in the sky lose its color, making it the biggest heat source in the world. It roasts all the things around. The withered plants and trees are only incidental. Only the dead around are the most important.


    Alman stood in front of his army, and the black circle on his head slowly turned, blocking the pure life energy radiated from each other''s body. He immediately knew that this was the goal of their trip.


    A man who is on the verge of the Holy Land and can break through at any time!


    One is equal to their present broken body and belongs to the peak power of the declining world.


    "Are you the alien?"


    The voice of general Longkai was transmitted to several kilometers away through magic resonance. He said in a flat and emotionless tone: "we all have a list of the remaining Tianjing strongmen in the whole continent, especially the top of Tianjing. The strongmen who are close to breakthrough are focused on - and you are not among them."


    The soldier didn''t answer him. Joshua didn''t seem to want to communicate. He just gradually grasped the handle of sword and axe, and the majestic energy flowed in his body.


    However, Aerman didn''t think so. He seemed to have another idea and said to himself: "although I don''t know why you want to come to this hopeless world."


    "But anyway, you''d better go back at once, and don''t get involved in the fight between us and the living."


    "That''s not something you people of other worlds can get involved in."


    There was a strong admonition, but no hostility. This attitude stunned Joshua, but then he shook his head, as if laughing at each other. He really thought too much.


    I just do what I want to do.


    The soldier slowly raised the huge sword and axe in his hand, and then gathered into a simple dragon hunting sword and gun in his hand. Holding the long handle of the sword and gun, he put on a fighting posture and invited the other side to fight. There was a flame burning in his eyes, as if he was telling a truth.


    ——Only the winner has the right to speak.


    At the end of the speech, he radiated the life energy around him, and began to contract rapidly. He rushed into Joshua''s body, knowing that he was no less than Heras, or even existed. The soldier would never be careless or spare any strength.


    "Want to fight?"


    On the other side, Aerman, who understood the soldier''s idea, shook his head and sneered, "pathetic, you don''t know what you are facing."


    The next moment, the general pulled out the long sword at his waist and held it tightly with ten fingers.


    A loud noise came from him. With the roar of thunder, endless smoke and black gas gushed out from the gap of the Dragon general''s armor. On the top of his head and his army, a huge black ring composed of endless runes and totems was gathered. The ring linked all the dead shadows together, as if they were one.


    "I am the fourth commander of the shadow of the dead, Arman fernander, the general of dragon slaughtering in the central empire


    Under the control of this power, the flowing clouds change, as if a pair of invisible hands are gathering all the energy of the heaven and the earth, and Aerman''s voice is becoming bigger and bigger. From the beginning, he just said it in a flat voice, and later, like thousands of dragons roaring at the same time, the crazy wind formed by the sound waves is surging over the wasteland, which makes the clouds surge and the heaven and the earth lose color, Nothing seems to be against his will.


    The general of Dragon Armor raised his head slightly and focused his eyes on Joshua. His fierce intention of killing suddenly broke out.


    "What you are going to face is the sanction of all forces!"


    to be sonorous! All the dead standing behind Aerman pulled out their weapons at this time. In their scarlet eyes, the light like blood became more and more intense, as if they were eager for the next killing and flesh and blood.


    In silence, a huge and upright military God, Xu Ying, seemed to wake up from the deep sleep of the underworld and show himself in the void. This military God, Xu Ying, has no flesh and blood, but only pale bones. However, he is wearing dragon scale heavy armor, holding a bone broken hammer and a long sword, and his whole body is bloody and murderous, It''s as if the resentment and curse that killed millions of people gathered on the armor of the virtual shadow of the military God, making its surface ripple like a black light.


    Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, general Tu Long gathered the strength of all the troops to destroy the country. Today, the invincible taboo method of killing the Dragon [Lord of armies] is back in sight!


    And his opponent, only one."I am the army, the army is me."


    "If you want to face me, you have to face my army. If you want to kill me, you have to kill us all."


    Aerman points his sword at the silent soldiers in front of him. On the strength of the undead army, the military God Xuying, who is comparable to Titan, also points his sword at the soldiers. The fierce killing seems to solidify all things in the world and let all creatures be killed!


    The soldiers, on the other hand, have bright eyes.


    He opened his mouth and said the first words since they came into contact.


    "It doesn''t sound hard."