When the sword of the sword sage shines again.


    In the territory of the former Ulan Empire, the rear of the last battlefield of the dead and the living is an empty plain.


    The long wind is blowing through the forest. The withered and yellow leaves are carrying gravel across the dry ground. A decayed and damaged flag is planted on the ground, hunting with the wind. An old man is riding his skinny horse, standing in front of the flag.


    The old knight was wearing old armor that looked like ragged copper and iron. The leather between the armor pieces seemed to have rotted, leaving only a thin layer of tendons, just as if he had just been dug out of the tomb. But even so, the old man''s back stood like the straightest pine, and the old horse''s standing posture was as steady as a statue. Even if the earth trembled and the sky exploded, it could not shake a little.


    At this time, the sky, the sun went out, all the glory dissipated, the cold spread in the world.


    The old knight was not moved. He just looked at all these things quietly. He looked at the wind and clouds, the sun and the moon were dim, and his gray pupils were full of memories.


    The cold wind, like a line, rolled across the plain. He seemed to see it. Before a long time, there was a warm wind blowing through the land, making the lush grass undulating like waves. When the cattle and sheep bent down to eat the grass leaves, there were shepherd children following the saint and listening to her teachings.


    But it''s all over. When the old knight came back, all the illusions of the past disappeared. The saint was vague, and his smiling face seemed to break like glass. The warmth of the past had gone, but now only the power of dead shadow and stillness was circulating between the heaven and the earth.


    And he is one of them.


    The old knight suddenly raised his head thoughtfully and looked to the other end of the mainland. There, a golden sword light crossed the sky and split the clouds and stars together. As a result, the mountains fell and the earth fell. Countless dead shadows were destroyed in the sword light and turned into nonexistent nothingness. His powerful swordsman, who ranked third, was also defeated in this blow.


    "Aryen Astoria."


    He nodded slightly on his horse''s back and said with some emotion: "it''s a dazzling sword light. It''s worthy of being called the strongest sword saint in the history of grantia."


    It really deserves its reputation.


    But the old knight did not continue to pay attention. He turned his head and continued to look forward to the end of the plain.


    There, there is a red dark awn walking on the earth, dark red light center, the man came all the way, sweeping thousands of miles of the dead. Millions of troops tried to intercept it, but they all failed and were defeated by the most powerful force.


    That''s exactly what he''s waiting for. Waiting for thousands of years.


    The skinny horse hissed gently, as if expecting. The old knight did not know why, and his spirit was in a trance for a moment.


    Looking back to a scene thousands of years ago, the sage with a scepter stood in the middle of the plain. His body was somewhat illusory. He looked at this new and prosperous world, and countless people living in it peacefully. His face was calm, but he had a firm determination that he would never change his decision.


    "Cynthia, it hurts more to give hope first and then to destroy it than to give despair at the beginning."


    The sage whispered to the saint who was half kneeling behind him. He couldn''t hear any emotion in his voice. He didn''t know whether to blame or remind him: "are you ready to bear everything?"


    The spirit, whose surname was stars, nodded firmly and responded with a slightly hoarse voice: "yes, teacher, I''m ready for everything."


    The saint slowly turned back, looked at yuanfangzheng, secretly observed the shepherd boy here, and said with a smile, "I have selected my students."


    "He will be able to fulfill my wish."


    The long wind blows the clouds.


    The shrill wind reverberates over the wasteland, as if the world is crying.


    The old knight was silent. One scene after another flashed in front of him. He was the first newborn born in this world. Now the shepherd''s child received the teachings of the saints on the grassland. He learned the most extraordinary martial arts and knowledge in the world, and then unified the descendants of 13000 ancestors in this world decades later, He created the first and largest empire in the world, and created great achievements that ordinary people can''t imagine.


    Then the founder of the central Empire, the hero of the heroes, watched his teacher die in front of his eyes.


    "Akhar, don''t be sad. I''m just one with this world. I''ll be with you forever."


    Lying on the bed, still as beautiful as decades ago, the young elf reached out and stroked his students'' faces, and then gradually turned into stars and integrated with the world. The expressionless middle-aged man could only grasp the empty bedding under it, even if the blood vessels had been pinched by himself and burst, he didn''t let go.Only the last voice of the Holy One echoed in his ears.


    "Don''t forget your mission, please let everyone be redeemed."


    "I didn''t forget."


    A thousand years later, akhar akyev, the founder of the central Empire, who recovered from his death, whispered to himself, "but I''m disappointed, teacher. Not everyone can be saved."


    Cowardly people may not always be cowardly, but brave people may not always be brave. Old knights can make their knights and troops fearless of death, but they can''t let this spirit pass on forever. There is always escape and betrayal in this world. Even the seemingly immortal great cause of Norda empire will be overturned in one plot and another betrayal.


    The old founding emperor was not defeated by aging and time, but was killed by a cup of poisoned wine brought by a maid. The old knight didn''t care which of his sons could not wait to sit on the throne, but he was really disappointed.


    Even close relatives can''t be trusted, so what else in the world can be trusted? Even the offspring will betray, so what faith in the world can we stick to?


    Until a thousand years later, when the old knight was awakened by the power of the Ulan Empire, his heart was still full of disappointment, so with the preparation already prepared, he did not hesitate to start the last step left by the sages, and let the world fall to the end.


    Until now, this concept has changed a little.


    In the distance, the four holy cities, the last human beings under their leadership, fight with the endless army of the dead with great courage and will. The old man of the machine incarnation and the caster of the crystal chase in midair. Huge vines entangle the summoned cold ice dragon. The Dwarf Warrior fights with the invisible fog figure in the middle of the battlefield, But the giant holds the sword, will already have the body archer to shoot the arrow to block one by one.


    At this last moment of life and death, on the eve of the imminent destruction of the world, the stubborn heart was finally beaten by the hammer of despair, and it bloomed enough to make people admire.


    Look, teacher, this is the light you expect. Even the descendants of betrayers will have such courage and determination one day.


    But all this had nothing to do with the old knight. Akhal looked up and looked at the end of the plain, where a soldier was striding forward.


    This is a soldier with black hair and red eyes. He is holding a long dragon hunting gun. Rocks and dust seem to have lost their gravity around him. The steel force that shapes the world trembles because of the will of the soldier and makes a long and heroic horn sound.


    Countless undead chasing behind him, but always unable to break through an invisible barrier, close to his body.


    "I''ve been waiting for you, heir to the sage."


    With a loud smile, the old knight pulled up the flag from the ground. Now it seems that it was not a flag, but a long Lance. The blade of the lance was pulled up from the mud, and the damaged flag rolled around the tail of the lance. Akhal urged his old horse to slowly approach the soldier.


    "The short history of the world of Grandia will come to an end here. I know what you''re thinking and I know what you''re looking for."


    The lance was burning - along with the old knight and the horse, the golden red flame lit from the decadent flag, then covered akhal and his mount in a flash, and then, with a wanton hiss, a strong fighting horse whose muscles were as strong as steel, He took his young master out of the flames and returned to the world.


    It seems to span a whole millennium.


    The damaged armor is now intact. The armor with cracks is now as smooth as new. The silver gray steel is connected by dragon tendons. The no longer old knight holds a sharp oriha steel spear. The gray pupil is burning with fire. At this time, space and energy condense on his side and become invisible barriers.


    Akhar Aliyev, the first commander of the undead, raised his lance, arced and broke the clouds. He calmly said to the soldiers who were not far away: "as long as you defeat me, you will know all the truth and master the fate of the world."


    And opposite him.


    The soldier nodded seriously.


    "That''s what I mean."


    ——————


    At this time, the edge of the plain, across almost half a continent, all the way from the sweep of Joshua looked at the center of the barren plain, the lone knight.


    The mighty horses and knights in silver armour are like stone statues that will never be destroyed. They stand there like mountains. Although they are only for one person, they are more terrifying and powerful than the army of the dead who crush everything behind the soldiers.The wind made the rock around the soldier shake. Joshua narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes were a little confused.


    ——The multiverse, the world is hundreds of millions of people. Why did you choose me to come here from the endless sea of people, to come to the continent of mccrov, to come to this world?


    Maybe to get everything back on track.


    Maybe to change the desperate future.


    Or maybe there is one or many things that only I can accomplish.


    Perhaps these are the reasons why he stands here: to change the future, to change his destiny, to hold the throat of "predestined" and to reverse the track of "inevitable".


    But whatever he is, soldiers never think about it in depth.


    Qiao Jinglin, who once lived in the world, and Joshua van Radcliffe, who lived in the land of mirov, do not think about such things. He only knows that in the face of chaos and despair, human beings should fight unremittingly and never retreat.


    This is his truth.


    Now, the soldiers have just defeated the endless souls of the dead. In front of them, there is a strong enemy coming out of the long history. He knows all this and only knows all this.


    That''s enough.


    "Sages."


    Calling out the name of the person who caused all this, Joshua raised his sword and spear and twisted it in front of him. He pointed the sword and spear to the knight who was speeding up and charging towards him, expressing his heartfelt emotion.


    "You are worth the fight."


    [degree of Liberation: 99%] conclusion