No pain or joy will last longer than time.

At dawn, the hazy gray-white clouds were dyed with a layer of golden color by the newborn sunlight, and bright lights that did not contain any temperature pierced from the gaps in the clouds, but were swallowed by a darkness covering the earth.

In this rapidly advancing darkness, you can hear the sound of uniform footsteps, the clanging sound of friction and collision between the armor, but you can't hear the sound of people communicating.

The continent of Grantia, the southwest wasteland, welcomed a group of silent visitors.

Time and space slowly disappeared behind them by twisted waves. These dark existences, carrying the dead aura that does not belong to this land, teleported from the distant northern sandstorm plateau.

Clang. The sound of metal collision sounded, and the sunlight gradually became brighter. It penetrated the gray-white clouds and shone on the earth. The scattered shadows in the wasteland began to dissipate immediately, and the darkness that originally enveloped the earth gradually melted, revealing its existence.

A unitary and uniform like a machine, with an extremely elite army.

The flag was flying, and the black metal armor was hung on every soldier in this army. The flails, heavy crossbows, long crossbows on their waists and the guns on their backs were all well-worked, shining with a bloodthirsty cold light.

But the most surprising thing is that this group of people who do not have the aura of living people did not dissipate because of the arrival of sunlight. They have a circle of dim black rings on their heads, which contain the power of unusual dead shadows, making the sunlight unable to harm them.

At the forefront of this unit, a warrior wearing a ferocious dragon-headed heavy armor and carrying a dragon-slaying sword led the unit across the portal and marching on the land of the southwest wasteland.

No pain or joy can be heavier than death.

Commander Armann deeply understood this.

As the deceased who has recovered from his eternal recession and the general who once commanded the infinite army, no one knows better than him that time and death are so heavy that they can crush all spirits and make all glory fade.

Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, General Alman Fernande, the predecessor of the Ulan Empire and the Gru Empire, led a large army to attack the dragon entrenched on the overseas dragon island. Because of this unexpected surprise attack, hundreds of dragons died at the beginning. Then, under the command of Alman, the army suppressed the dragon's activities and living space, until the powerful general killed the dragon's patriarch with his own hands, almost completely exterminated this ancient and glorious powerful race, leaving only a few dragon blood descendants circulating in the world.

Five hundred and fifty-three years later, the revived Dragon Slayer walked on this land with his reborn army. Their glory was no longer known, and their merits became a light stroke in history books. Just like the dragon clan who was massacred and now forgotten, everything gradually returned to dust and silence under the sweeping of time.

And now, this army of the dead, once full of glory, is heading towards the wasteland with firm steps.

Their goal is to clean up all life in it.

Since the death of the shadow swept across the continent, all the forces in the world of Grantia have collapsed under this endless invasion. Most cities have been quickly destroyed or destroyed themselves, leaving only the remaining survivors who fled to the deep mountains and forests. The lives on the entire continent have been reduced by 90%. Ninety-ten empty rooms is no longer an exaggerated adjective, but a fact.

But even these survivors have been wiped out one by one by one by the gradually active undead army recently.

And as the creator of all this, the commander Armann had no shame or hesitation in his heart, because all this was a command from the 'that man', and everything that the 'that man' said and done was undoubtedly justice.

This is true even in war, massacre and destruction of the world.

But suddenly, the pace of the army stopped.

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

The general wearing a dragon-headed helmet put down his hand that signaled the army to stop. He raised his head and looked at the endless wasteland in front of him.

It can be noted that the two red flames behind the V-shaped gap of his helmet suddenly contracted into light spots, and the palms placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist could not help but hold them tightly.

Arman saw a man.

On the wasteland, the grass and trees were dry, and the earth cracked countless spider web-like gaps due to drought. A warrior with black hair and red eyes, with indescribable pressure, stood on this plain without any shelter, as if waiting for their arrival.

He was wearing black light armor, a silver giant sword that was tall by his right hand, and a huge battle axe was carried on his shoulders, with a calm and almost cold expression on his face.

The majesty like the sun radiates dozens of miles of surrounding areas. This power makes the dawn in the sky fade, making him the biggest source of heat in the world, scorching everything around him, and dry grass and trees are just a companion, and only the undead around him are the top priority.

Arman stood in front of his army, and the black ring above his head slowly turned, blocking the pure life energy radiating from the other party's body. He immediately knew that this was their goal in this trip.

A peak powerful man in the Heavenly Realm who is on the verge of the holy realm and can break through at any time!

One is the most powerful force that is equivalent to their current broken body, belonging to this increasingly decaying world.

"Are you the one from another world?"

General Dragon Armor's voice was transmitted several kilometers away through magic energy resonance. He said in a tone that was so plain that it seemed to be emotionally unconscious: "We have a list of the remaining powerful people in the heavenly realm in the entire continent, especially the peak of the heavenly realm. The strong people close to breakthrough are more focused on and you are not among them."

The warrior did not answer his words. Joshua seemed to have no intention of communicating. He just gradually tightened the handle of the sword and the axe, and the vast energy flowed in his body.

But Arman didn't care. He seemed to have other ideas and said to himself: "Although I don't know why you came to this hopeless world."

"But no matter what, you'd better return immediately and not interfere with the fight between us and the living."

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

There was a strong warning in these words, but there was no hostility at all. This attitude made Joshua stunned, but then he shook his head, as if he was mocking the other party for thinking too much.

I just do what I want to do.

The warrior slowly raised the giant sword and axe in his hand, and then gathered into a quaint dragon hunting sword gun in his hand. He held the long handle of the sword gun in his hand. He made a fighting posture and invited the other party to fight. There was flames burning in his eyes, as if he was telling a truth.

Only the winner is qualified to speak.

After saying that, the energy that was radiating around him continued to radiate towards the surroundings, and began to shrink rapidly and surged into Joshua's body, knowing that the other party was no less than Herras, and it might even be even more exaggerated. The warrior would never be careless or leave any spare energy.

"Want to fight?"

On the other side, Arman, who understood the warrior's thoughts, shook his head and sneered: "Sad, you don't know what you are facing at all."

The next moment, the general pulled out the long sword around his waist, clasped his ten fingers tightly, and stood in front of him.

A loud bang came from him. With the roar of thunder, endless black smoke gushed out from the gap of the Dragon Armor General's armor, and gathered above him and his army to form a giant black ring made of endless runes and totems. This ring connected all the dead shadows together, as if they were integrated into one.

"I am the title of the Holy Land, the Dragon Slayer General of the Central Empire, Arman Fernande, and the Fourth Commander of the Dead Shadow."

The Liuyun was changing under the control of this power, as if a pair of invisible hands were gathering all the energy in this world. Arman's voice became louder and louder. From the beginning, it was just a plain voice, but later it was like thousands of dragons roaring at the same time. The strong wind formed by the sound waves surging over the wasteland, causing the clouds to surging, the world was lost, and all things seemed to be unable to disobey his will.

General Dragon Armor raised his head slightly, his eyes concentrated on Joshua's body, and his fierce murderous intent suddenly burst out.

"What you are going to face is the sanctions of the troops!"

Crane! All the undead standing behind Alman pulled out their weapons at this time. The blood-like light in their scarlet eyes became stronger and stronger, as if they were eager for the next killing and flesh.

Silently, a huge, towering figure of a military god seemed to wake up from the long sleep of the underworld and emerged from the void. The military god figure had no flesh and blood on its body, only pale bones were left, but it was wearing heavy armor of dragon scales, holding a broken bone hammer and a cracked armor sword in its hand, and released an extremely bloody and ferocious murderous intent all over its body. The resentment and curse that seemed to have killed millions of people condensed on the armor of the military god figure, causing malicious ripples like black light to appear on its surface.

Five hundred and fifty-three years ago, the Dragon Slaying General gathered the strength of the army, and the taboo method of destroying the country and killing dragons invincible battle [The Lord of Ten Thousand Arms], today I see the light of heaven again!

And his opponent is only one.

"I am all the troops, and all the troops are me."

"If you want to face me, you have to face my military force. If you want to kill me, you have to kill us."

Arman pointed his sword at the silent warrior in front of him, and above the undead army, the phantom of the military god who was comparable to the Titan also extended his sword to point at the warrior. His fierce and fierce murderous intent seemed to solidify everything in the world and let all living beings be killed!

The warrior's eyes lit up.

He spoke the first sentence since the two came into contact.

“It sounds not difficult.”
Chapter completed!