Chapter 472

"Mission?"

Xierya is a little confused. She has never heard of her own mission, let alone forgotten it. But there is no doubt that the serious white haired middle-aged man in front of the girl will not lie. Her instinct makes her rather doubt herself than each other.

"Yes."

Standing in front of the burning altar, the man said faintly: "it's not just you, it's the mission of all life in your world."

If Joshua had been here, he would have found that, compared with the vision of the young sage in the Pearl of heaven, the vision of the sage in helya's heart was more dignified and indifferent.

Although growth does bring about character changes, it is more like boredom and impatience than the indifference of adult sages when they were young.

And this dawn.

It was when Armand fernander was dead and turned into a bright spot in the sky.

It was in the illusory state of the robe of sages that hilya listened to the mission of himself and all living beings with reverence.

Grandia world, located around the tomb of the saints in the west of the mainland, is the deepest part of the four huge and different cities. The four people are of different shapes, but all of them are powerful. They raise their heads and look straight at the sky as if they can penetrate layers of rocks and steel.

"Alman, the Dragon destroyer, has been defeated and his soul brand has completely disappeared."

In a huge fortress composed of countless steel and machines, steam and gears, an old man, whose body is replaced by various special structures, stands on the top of the towering observatory. He moves his two fully mechanized artificial eyes. His face is old-fashioned and solemn. The old man is staring at the middle of the empty sky, Then he said to himself in a synthetic voice, "there is such a soul who once lived in the holy land, and the" balance "provided to us is much larger."

Turning his head, the old man's artificial eye pupil, which is composed of crystal and magic array, adjusts the focus. He stands on the observatory, which can adjust the height and tilt angle at any time with the operation of the gear, overlooking the busy people in the fortress.

Numerous workers wear heavy protective clothing and use magic tools that can spray fire to engrave one magic Rune after another on the steel gear fortress. Many mages constantly solidify the invisible energy channel in mid air, connecting many runes that seem to have no contact with each other, and finally forming a whole.

"But in this way, we have to speed up the progress." He thought, "one more soul filling of the Holy Land... The final shock is likely to come."

"I need to keep the fire as long as I can."

But this old man, who seems to know something inside, turned away from observing the busy workers and mages. He and the whole huge Observatory gradually broke up into scattered gears and parts, and finally disappeared into the whole steel city.

Inside the fortress, the pipes flowing magic energy and steam gush, releasing harsh calls and bursts of white smoke, forming clouds above the fortress.

It's like a huge life breathing and sighing.

"He's dead."

It's almost completely assimilated with plants. It's almost built at the bottom of the city between vines and giant trees. In the center of numerous tree roots, an old fairy woman wakes up in the amber like golden protocryst. Her whole body is second only to the holy stone, and the same as "cloud diamond" and "Star Crystal". This kind of "Cangshi" contains the strongest vitality, Even the dead can take advantage of the growth of flesh and blood protocrysts to moisten the spirit who has lived for a long time, and witness her dejected and shed tears for a person's death.

"He had experienced the most despicable assassination and got the most dishonorable death..."

Having witnessed the end of several eras, an old woman who came to the end of an empire said in a way of relief or sadness: "I don't know if he got the end she wanted this time?"

Soon after, on the streets of the city, the green vines that run through countless buildings open large and small flower buds. The flower buds grow and open, and the spiritual waves radiate out, which makes the people busy working on the streets and cultivating all kinds of plants stop their activities and listen to the voice of the patrons quietly.

"The final shock is coming."

The old woman's gentle words rang out in everyone's heart: "children, do your work well."

"That's the only fire that can keep you alive in your doom."

The world is younger than everyone thinks.

At the top of a rocky city built by hollowing out the whole mountain, a short but robust Dwarf Warrior leans on his huge hammer and sits on the top of the mountain, watching the dim moonlight and stars, and the rising dawn. His calm eyes do not change at all.A thousand years? Or 1500 years? All in all, it can't be more than two thousand years.

This is the conclusion drawn by the Dwarf Warrior when he first sensed the fusion of the earth's rock and the earth's core.

Swimming in the lava and exploring the interior of the earth's core, on the first day of breaking through to heaven more than 100 years ago, he wandered deep into the mantle of the world through the lava passage inside the volcanic islands in the south of the continent. He searched for the oldest rock layers, touched the oldest magma, and even tried to get close to the earth's core several times, The legend carries the world center of the whole earth and the world in the void.

Although he didn't succeed, he understood one thing.

That is the world. Only a thousand years have passed.

And the future that's coming to an end.

The world is shorter than anyone imagined.

In ancient times, the world was not yet pregnant, but some saints broke through the world and brought their ancestors to shape the world. The strong man who created everything ended the fetal movement of the world, making it a "premature child", carrying many ancestors and their descendants.

Now, the doomed end is coming, and the last war before the end is about to open.

"It's unfair for us to pay the debts of our ancestors."

The Dwarf Warrior said a rude word, and then muttered to himself: "the Dragon destroyer is dead, who killed him... If another holy land level soul dissipates, then the final impact is really coming..."

"We don't have much time left."

On the plain, it is a mixture of rocks and tree roots. Inside the huge city wall, which is at least 100 meters high, countless people cultivate farmland, engrave runes on the stone bricks, and build strong towers and fortresses.

In the center of the city, in the center of a palace, on the huge throne, which is at least ten times the height of ordinary people, a giant who is nearly 20 meters tall sits here and sighs.

This throne is simple and simple, and its base is made up of some decadent gray rocks. Time has left a deep mark on it. The giant's body and the throne cast shadows on the ground, covering many human subjects around it who are listening to the words. He is as small as possible, But still can let the atmosphere tremble voice said: "Alman fernander was killed by the alien world, the dead shadow will not give up, they may not go to the trouble of that person, but they will certainly come to attack the holy city and the holy tomb."

"Get everything ready." The giant said, "this is the final and decisive impact on the fate of you and me."

On the Northwest Plateau of the mainland, the other end of the four holy cities, among the former imperial capitals of gaitar, the fourth highest obelisk of gaodafang lost all its light. It gradually decayed, and then turned into black smoke all over the sky and melted into the surrounding fog.

On the dark stone tablet, there are several pairs of eyes watching the scene, the scornful laughter comes, and at the same time, there is a slightly regretful sigh.

"I said long ago that he only wanted to die, not give him a chance to die in battle."

"It's a pity that we don't have many companions. We lack the positive strength of the Dragon destroyer's army. This time, if we want to break through the blockade of the defense line of the holy city, we can only rely on the low-level shadow of the wandering soldiers."

"I have something to do. Leave for a while."

All of a sudden, on the third place Fangjian stone tablet, the swordsman who has been silent all the time opens his mouth. The apathetic shadow commander looks up to the south. His subordinates have already told him all the information about the strong man in the alien world, whether it's the fact that he has rescued many survivors or that he has left many strange things behind, The shadow of change explores the secrets that most people don't know, and asks its owner if he wants to wipe out the survivors.

Of course the swordsman refused.

He is ruthless, cold, bloodthirsty and belligerent. It can be said that he has no feelings associated with kindness and kindness. Even the teacher who gave him his name and taught him how to practice swordsmanship was killed by him in the name of "testing Swords". His elder martial brother who treated him like a brother and father was also seriously injured by him. However, even if he turned into a dead shadow and revived, The swordsman is not reduced to the point that he will attack a group of children.

It was the sword that humiliated him.

"Swordsman, where are you going?"

Someone inquired curiously: "although Aerman is dead, we are about to launch a general attack. Do you want to avenge him?"

The swordsman shook his head and did not speak.

But on the other side of the continent, in the east of the world, in the depths of a small town hidden in the mountains, the old hero opened his eyes thoughtfully and looked to the northwest.

They look at each other in the void, like two sharp swords fighting each other, which makes a deafening buzz in the spiritual world.At this time, the dawn has arrived, the stars and the moon disappeared.

Inside a fast-moving carriage, a kind-hearted middle-aged woman carefully stretched out her hand, trying to touch the shoulder of longyi girl who seemed to be in a daze and wake her up from her meditation.

But before she could take a hard picture, helya suddenly recovered and blinked. She seemed to be in shock and glanced around at a loss.

"What..."

Longyi girl's thinking is still in the illusion left by the saint's robe not long ago, and she murmurs: "how can... How can it be like this... It's impossible..."

Repeating these words back and forth, in the middle-aged women's uneasy eyes, Helya looked at each other with dim eyes, then just took her hands and said with an almost pleading voice: "no... it's not true..."

"We're not traitors, are we?"

At the same time, red spots flash across the sky, and the light that is not dazzling is beyond the brightness of the dawn, which makes the stars and the moon pale.

The girl raised her head subconsciously.

She saw that there was a huge presence, with boundless prestige, with a blue light, from afar speeding.

That's what she expected before, but now she's extremely exclusive