Chapter 424

Forty four years ago, in 789, in the western mountains, on the border of a small kingdom.

In the black forest on the border of Xishan Kingdom, a group of cruel Warcraft, following their instinct, attacked the nearby border town on a winter day.

The attack was so sudden that the border town was defeated by Warcraft without any resistance. Bloodthirsty monsters broke through the stone wall and easily slaughtered most of the human beings in the town. They chewed human bones, tore flesh and blood, spewed flames and frost, and turned the whole residence into a ruin.

The unprepared garrison had already sent out a distress signal, but it was a group of mysterious men in black who arrived earlier than the Royal Army.

These monsters in hooded robes, who completely envelop themselves in black, are surprisingly powerful. They use strange magic to expel the Warcraft in the city, and then rush back and forth in the city to find something. For the only survivors in the town, the black people have no pity and sympathy. They roughly gather these people together and check back and forth.

Finally, a middle-aged man who looks like an eagle owl finds a calm boy in the corner of the crowd. His dark red compass is shaking violently, and the pointer is pointing at each other firmly.

The boy had long dark green hair, and his delicate face was covered with blood, but it was not his own. Even in the event of the attack of Warcraft, his expression didn't change at all. He was calm all the time, as if the burning city around didn't exist at all.

"Are you here for me?"

Not paying attention to the eyes of the people in black around, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man. The boy said softly, "I can see the excitement in your heart. It seems that I am really your goal."

"That's right." Hearing each other's words, the middle-aged man finally couldn't restrain his ecstasy. He laughed, then fell down and stroked the boy's face: "my son of prophecy, for seven years, we have finally found you!"

The survivors gathered around suddenly burst into an uproar. A middle-aged woman stood up shivering. She pointed to the boy with fear and said in a trembling voice: "my Lord, this child... He, he is very strange! No matter what animal or crop he touches, he will get sick or even wither. Even his parents will... "

She wanted to remind the men in black who had saved their lives to be careful of the boy's strangeness, but the next moment, a gray beam of light hit the woman and instantly broke it into a thick acid and bone.

In the panic cry of the crowd, the middle-aged man who had just released the understanding ray said to the people in black around him in a cold tone: "this is the biggest secret of the order... Let them shut up."

"Yes, your highness!" Smell speech, black dress people grimly raised the weapon in the hand, turn a head to see to shiver the survivor.

Blood spatters.

The bloody massacre began, but the lovely boy with dark green hair didn't change his expression at all. From beginning to end, he looked at all this indifferently. Whether it was the men who were very enthusiastic to him, who were called priests, or the neighbors who were slaughtered like pigs and dogs and lived together for nearly ten years, it seemed insignificant to him.

Life is fragile, like the noon frost, it will disappear in a twinkling of an eye. He has known for a long time that since the day when his parents died, the boy knew this very well.

"Helas, you are unique. You are my Lord's gift to the world."

The middle-aged man stood by the boy's side and said with uncontrollable excitement: "you have the power to absorb and control the blood of the void! You were born to join us

Maybe so.

In the boy's eyes, a group of gray spirit mixed with turbid life energy separated from the corpses on the ground, and changed into various strange shapes in mid air. The boy knew that he could control them at will, as if controlling his arm.

Since the accident that killed his parents a few years ago, the boy named Helas began to exercise his strength. After that, the boy can easily control his own strength, whether it is others' or his own, and then absorb it into his own body to make the livestock weak and the plants wither. It's just the most basic ability, as long as Helas is willing, He can even make a person lose his life and die of "aging".

Perhaps this is the power of the "blood of the void" in the middle-aged man's mouth.

And mortals fear this power, they alienate him, the people of this town more than once want to expel Hellas, but no one can succeed. As long as the strong man is close to the boy within five meters, he will be paralyzed on the ground, as if he had not eaten for several days. His eyes can even deprive people of their courage and break up the crowd.At least these people are willing to accept me. Helas thought so, so he followed the group of people in black back to their base, a temple in the mountains.

He spent twenty years there.

In the past 20 years, the boy grew up to be a teenager, and then from a teenager to a young man. Finally, on a cold snowstorm night, 28 year old Hellas replaced his teacher, the middle-aged man of the past, and became the high priest of the underground order.

The old priest looked at his students and murmured as if he wanted to say something. This man can see that a huge whirlpool of life is spinning around each other, absorbing the life of all creatures within a radius of hundreds of meters. That's why he is aging. Otherwise, with the power of his golden peak, he can live for more than ten years at least.

But what about that? The old master didn't have the slightest resentment. He looked at his outstanding students and couldn't help but show a weak smile. The strength of Heras has surpassed him and touched the edge of his heart. This is the realm he reached in his fifties.

He is willing to die, with his own body, when the other party's stepping stone.

Helas naturally saw that.

"Don't worry, teacher." The man said so in a calm voice: "I will realize your wish."

So the old priest closed his eyes.

The mission's affairs were boring. It was nothing more than destruction, spreading pestilence, and preaching that the end would come. However, Helas took it seriously and completed it one by one, as if he were an indefatigable machine.

He doesn't know good or evil, and doesn't care about good or evil. Killing and destroying is no different from eating and drinking. Although this man doesn't even know what the ultimate goal of his cult is, his behavior symbolizes the real sense of unconscious chaos, and countless heretics worship him and this simple man like a beast.

He was called high priest, but Heras didn't have any real power of the order. Several priests under him occupied all the power, but he didn't care about it at all. Men just spread chaos day after day and did what they should do. Because of this, the name of men gradually spread in the whole western mountainous area.

More than a dozen towns have been destroyed and tens of thousands of human beings have been killed. The title of "Helas the witherer" and "the envoy of decline" is enough to stop children from crying, so that the name itself has become a curse.

And the strength of men, also growing, as if there is no end.

The rapid growth of Hellas's power shocked the whole western kingdom. Every time he appeared, his strength would be significantly improved. It took only more than ten years for a man to grow from the top of golden peak, Jiyi, the first stage of Jiyi, the middle stage of Jiyi to the top of Jiyi, This is because as the leader of the order, he could not practice all the time, otherwise, the strength of Heras would be better.

The encirclement and suppression of Hellas ended in several tragic failures. The most recent one, he showed his strength, which made everyone panic. Three old strong men joined hands and were killed by him. They didn't have any obvious wounds. They just died of normal aging, This means that his power has gradually broken away from the limit of extreme intention and began to extend to the field of legend.

A legendary evil cult priest, if you think about it, will make many small country masters shiver without legendary strongmen.

But none of this means anything to Helas. The middle-aged man walks silently in the dense forest in winter. Where he passes, the vegetation withers and all living beings wither. All the vitality is plundered and then incorporated into his body.

The power of life is the power of steel, whether it is the power of fighting or blood.

But it is said that at the beginning of the creation, there were ancient beasts wandering in the void. What flowed in their bodies was not the power of life, but the purest crystal of steel.

A man with similar strength can naturally control the life of the lower. There is a premonition in Hellas that as long as the life force in his body is condensed into the crystal of steel, it is the time for him to become a legend.

Of course, not now, but in the future.

The man who doesn't know good and evil, doesn't understand morality, is as savage as a beast, and as regular as a machine, and stops the meaningless thinking in his brain.

His goal is north.

And North Moldavia, late at night.

Joshua stood on the top floor of the Lord's mansion, quietly looking at a note in his hand.

This note looks brand-new, but some of them have recorded a lot of information with strong handwriting. The soldiers are reading the content attentively in the dark, looking very involved.It records the experience of those who have understood the extreme meaning of power and become legendary.

Although on the surface, Joshua was forbidden to stay in the north by Israel, it does not mean that the emperor forgot the many contributions made by the soldiers. Whether it was the gift of divine crystal or going to the holy mountain to kill the dragon, the Empire always had many rewards and compensations not given to Joshua.

Israel, who was rejected by the soldiers, had compensation for money and industry. What he asked was that the Empire had experience records of [perfect body] and [extreme intention of power].

To tell you the truth, this kind of experience is far more precious than money, but his majesty didn't like it. He even took a lot of notes and presented them to Joshua. He firmly believed that the soldiers would enter the legend, and everything he went was just icing on the cake.

Thanks to Israel's trust in his heart, the soldier's eyes swept over the last few lines of the note, and he murmured to himself: "the so-called perfect body is the product of further sublimation after entering the transcendence and getting rid of the bondage of the mortal body... So only those who advance with the utmost intention of force can touch its threshold, Israel is the utmost intention of technology, So he doesn't know the secret, and there's very little in these experiences, and there aren't many people with this kind of talent and expertise. "

After reading, Joshua closed the book.

For him, this little notebook was better than the golden mountain and silver sea, and Joshua benefited a lot from it. You know, it's all about the precious experience of the legendary strong men of the past dynasties, or the strong men of extreme intention. By comparing with the problems they encountered in their practice, the soldiers feel that they have gradually grasped the key to the advanced legend and perfect body.

That is the pure and incomparable vitality sublimated to the level of "the power of steel".

All things are born in fire and exist in steel. The initial fire promotes the birth and expansion of the multiverse, while the steel of origin creates all things of life. Fighting spirit is the derivative of life power, while life power is the diversion of steel power. Joshua has been cured many times through the azure pearl, and recovered from the critical point of life and death several times. He has been able to control life power, not just fighting spirit. The skill of curing Ivan before is the proof of his more pure power.

But the power of steel is different from the power of life. Except for carlis world, the steel rain from the steel python of the will of the world, the soldier never saw the pure power of steel again. At that time, his realm was too low to realize the pure power that could purify the whole world, which was a pity.

"When I come back from Moldavia, I may go back to carlisles world."

With this in mind, Joshua could not help but recall the contents of his notes.

In the history of the Empire, there is no lack of strong people who are at the top of the world. Most of them are soldiers, but most of these soldiers who have reached the top of the secular world are stuck in the gate leading to the legend.

This is because they don't know where to go and how to make progress.

The purification of fighting spirit into the power of life is the end for most of the extremely strong. They have never seen a higher level of power. How can they know their goals? The power of steel is all over the world, just like space, but it is because of this that people living in this environment can hardly realize the invisible power. Even Israel admits that his advancement is just a sudden feeling. He suddenly realizes one of the original powers in the world and goes on to become a legend.

But Joshua didn't want to rely on luck. His fortune is far higher than that of Israel and even everyone else. He has been to and fro in different worlds for many times, and the power of steel in these worlds must be different. The soldier believes that as long as he goes to other worlds again next time, he will certainly be able to understand from the tiny difference between the original power of the two worlds, and then detect the trace of the power of steel, Touch the threshold of legend.

He has seen the gap between Jiyi and legend. The rest is just waiting and breaking through, continuing to polish his body, practicing fighting spirit and life power.

In the dark of the night, Joshua raised his right hand. He clenched his fist, and a layer of black and red flame gradually appeared on it.

This flame is his fighting spirit. Black is the power of glory that devours the soul. Red is the pure power of high temperature and impact.

The cold wind in winter blows across the street and makes a slight hum at the corner of the eaves. With the sound, the color of the black and red flame on the soldier's fist deepens and purifies bit by bit, until finally, it becomes dark and incomparable, like the black of an abyss.

The fire of life.

Deep and incomparable, as if all the colors were black, which symbolized the vitality of Joshua. This power is so heavy, as if the sea is as majestic as the sea. The body of the warrior has already adapted to this power after countless times of treatment by azure pearl. He can freely control it to cure the friendly army and kill the enemy.Joshua even had such a premonition: as long as his power continues to be strong and his power of glory is further advanced, then he can control the vitality of other creatures around him and take it for his own use, just as a powerful mage can easily control the magic of a lower mage and control their magic at will, He can also wantonly absorb the vitality of others, just like those great demons in fairy tales.

But who would? The soldier shakes his head indifferently. Other people's lives have a unique brand. As long as a normal person can't wantonly absorb the power of other people's lives, he will completely lose his self-awareness and become a madman like a wild animal.

The black flame is burning silently. At this time, if you look at Joshua's body with energy vision, it is like a sun falling on the earth, covering the whole main city of Moldavia and even the surrounding wasteland. Within this range, Warcraft is afraid to retreat, insects and ants are huddled in the nest, and all human beings feel very at ease, As if in a warm embrace.

The long black and red energy lines, with the soldier's right hand as the source, spread and cover towards his body, which means that Joshua has used all his strength, and the invisible waves spread in all directions, which surprised all the people with certain strength in the city.

Atannis got up from his own bed in the church. He hurried to the window and looked at the Lord's mansion not far away. Although the old Bishop's eyesight was poor, he could still see the figure clearly with the help of divinity.

Instinctive fear comes from the bottom of my heart, which is the suppression of life. Atannis took a deep breath and said to himself enviously, "have you come to this point... Joshua... Beiruo and everyone will be proud of you."

And the AI lady floating in the night sky also turns her head and stares at the top floor of the Lord's mansion. She wants to go over and see the situation of the soldiers, but the powerful life wave can stir up the magic elements of the whole city. No. 3 even feels that her projection has to be separated from the noumenon. She stops in the same place and can't help but show a wry smile.

In addition, many people are aware of the fluctuation coming from the direction of the Lord's mansion. Most of them are elite adventurers or powerful escorts in the caravan. However, they dare not pay as much attention as No. 3 and atannis. Instead, they stay in their rooms in fear, waiting for the end of the fluctuation.

Joshua didn't care about the attention around him. He continued to urge his own strength to let the black flame burn on the right fist, and then produce a qualitative change.

The black and red lines and lines had spread all over the soldier's body. All his muscles, tendons and viscera were moving violently. His strong heart breathed in the air, producing a long and incomparable echo like the sound of a dragon. Joshua was staring at the fire on his hands, without any relaxation.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, in the black flame, there was a silver light.

Joshua was a little stunned. He didn't know whether it was his own illusion or something, but the second after he was ready to take a closer look at it, the black fire of life went out.

The soldier staggered back a step. This attempt to sublimate the power of life consumed all his fighting spirit, so that Joshua is now in the weakest moment except for serious injury and dying.

But four hands supported the soldier's body from the back. Joshua looked back, but it was Ying and Lin.

The two Shenji realized that the soldiers were sending out strong life waves on the top of the building. They immediately came to the top of the Lord's mansion and watched silently behind him.

"What a good boy."

Leaning on the wall, Joshua gently hugged them in his arms. He looked at the two silver moons in the dark sky, with red light in his eyes.

The power of Tianqing Baozhu is surging, which makes the fighter's fighting spirit recover rapidly, and makes him recover his action ability quickly.

Is the silver flash just now the rudiment of the force of steel? The soldier didn't know, but he knew that the road was feasible. As long as he continues to walk, then both the legendary realm and the perfect body will be the scenery on this road.

"Yinglin."

He said softly, "I will start tomorrow and go to Moldova."

The soldier didn't seem to explain his decision, but said to himself: "I have a premonition that maybe when I fight with a close opponent, I can more clearly perceive the essence of steel power... Maybe it's a gift from ogner. Since then, my premonition has always been very good."

"Well." In Joshua's arms, the young girl whispered that they were the weapon of the soldiers. They would never object to what the master decided to do, but they would give back their support.This is trust.

Because of this most faithful trust, they will accompany the soldiers to the end of the world