At dawn.

An inconspicuous carriage was now facing the wasteland, heading towards the northwest. In the carriage, a girl with dragon wings on her back was sleeping tiredly.

In her sleep, countless scenes flashed before her eyes, and the five senses became distant and illusory. Immersed in this unpredictable confusion, Shirya felt that she seemed to have returned to the past.

A carefree, peaceful and peaceful childhood.

The girl was born in a primitive mountain range east of the continent of Grantia. She lived in seclusion here with her parents, a half-blooded dragon descendant and a plain elves, living an ordinary and ordinary life.

There are many races on the continent of Grantia. Whether it is the kowtowel, lizard, gnoll, or even the winged people with few populations, they all have their own countries and powers. Although most of them are just vassals of the two empires, many races that look ugly to humans, such as the kowtowel, gnoll and other races, will even be discriminated against, but even so, they are better than the least popular dragon descendants.

The dragon is the most disgusting race in the world. Of course, there is a total war between the Central Empire and Dragon Island hundreds of years ago. The reason for the death of countless races. More importantly, these dragons have different forms and are actually different races of kinship. They are actually real aliens with different origins from another world.

So now, most of the remaining true dragons and dragon descendants cannot walk on the mainland, and can only choose to live in seclusion in the mountains, just like the girl's parents.

Among the mountains, whether it is the father of a dragon warrior or the mother of a spell caster, the strength is quite good. Even the primitive forests that are difficult for ordinary people to get close to are just gardens that can be entered and exit at will. Because of the protection of both, young girls can wander in the forest at will from a young age, training a good physique and affinity for nature.

In the deep mountains and forests wrapped in thick fog and water vapor, even the most skilled mountain patrolmen occasionally get lost, but the girl with elf blood is like a fish in water. She adventures in the forest, chatting with wild rivers, slow but friendly giant trees, flowers, plants and vines. In a flash, more than ten years have passed, and the girl has a younger brother and sister. The family of five can no longer stay in the mountains like before. In order to live more conveniently, they use secret techniques to cover up the dragon characteristics in their bodies, and then enter a small border town in the Gru Empire.

Unlike the deep mountains, life in the human world is even more interesting, whether it is all kinds of people or all kinds of interesting things. For Hilya, who can only see trees and trees, soil and soil, and most of the food is fruits and beasts since childhood, the bustling human city is her new paradise. The girl watches all kinds of adventurers enter the deep mountains where she once lived with hopes and dreams, and listens to them chatting loudly about the magnificent and shocking scenery around the world, and gradually rises in her heart the thought of "wanting to take risks".

Hilya prepared a lot for this. She learned swordsmanship and bowing skills from her parents, learned to sense magic and justice, how to observe words and expressions, and judge the thoughts hidden in the face of others. The boring cultural learning and training day after day are the top priority. However, because of her dreams, the girl gritted her teeth and persevered. She hoped that she could go further and see a broader world, so that the burning curiosity and desire to adventure in her heart could be released.

She is full of hope and expectation for the future of the world where she lives.

Therefore, when the late night of July 4, 617 of the Unified Calendar, countless undead resurrected from their long-lasting sleep and pounced on the living, they were full of confidence and were planning to say goodbye to their parents early tomorrow morning and ready to leave this warm small town and go to adventure around the world, it was completely incomprehensible.

Why?

Countless beasts, human undead revived in the dead mist, and then looked at the living creatures around them with scarlet and no sense of reason. They tore up all living beings and vent their anger from nowhere.

Why is this happening?

The sleeping residents, whether they were Kong Wu's powerful man or the newly born baby, were torn into pieces by these monsters without any sympathy. Although the small town located in the border area was small, there were not many strong people. However, these powerful adventurers and garrisons were also oppressed by endless shadows in positions due to panic and at a loss, and could not go out to help others.

What's wrong with this world?

The father, who exposed his dragonborn identity, and his mother, who was a spellcaster in the land, joined forces to expel all the undead around the residential area. However, because it was too sudden, the girl next door, the kind aunt's family, who had been with the girl, had all been killed, and even the body could not be preserved.

And because of this move, the more powerful undead revived from the ancient rest.

This is the Denaan Mountains in the border area. This place was once the territory of a group of sapphire dragons. During the Human-Dragon War five hundred years ago, several powerful people from the peak of the Heavenly Realm, and even the "Sanctuary" defended here to resist the impact of the crazy dragons.

And on this first day of the end of the world, they all recovered.

The mountains and forests shrouded in the long night were suddenly covered by endless pressure. The giant dragon that was almost extinct hundreds of years ago made long roars, with full of resentment and unwillingness to return to the world. The powerful people of all races who had died in battle also recovered here, and were about to kill the powerful enemies again. The wind and thunder swept across the small city was instantly torn apart by the aftermath of the battle between these dead strong men. Whether it was the crying girl without a chicken's strength or the strong people in the land realm who looked desperate, they were swallowed up by the aftermath of the energy that had been so powerful that they swept through most of the province.

One night passed.

Only one person survived.

In the dream, Hilya caressed the white robe on her body in confusion, and the unbreakable milky white shield perfectly resisted all the impact. It was the treasure that her mother, who knew she was going out to take risks tomorrow, took off her body and gave her. The gentle mother never told her past or how she met her father, so the girl always thought that they were just an ordinary couple of elopement dragon-born elf, but now it seems that there are obviously many secrets in this.

And these secrets have completely turned into dust with death.

She knelt down slowly on the ground with a trembling trembling, the girl of dragon wings wailed, lying on the ground in despair, and reached out to touch the warm and subtle dust in vain. It was her father and mother, her younger brother and sister. Everything she loved was in this flying dust, but no matter how much she cried, what could tears recover? Even if the corners of her mouth were bitten out of blood, her heart was about to be torn apart, and everything had happened.

The whole world is trapped in darkness, and the dead from the past are mercilessly devouring the present and the future.

The girl who once looked forward to adventure embarked on the journey she never wanted to embark on this first day when the light disappeared.

Twenty-seven years.

A long and hopeless twenty-seven years.

For the mixed blood of dragon descendants and elves, just twenty-seven years cannot even change their appearance. twenty-seven years cannot even make them transition from youth to adulthood. The girl is still a girl, but her heart has long been sharpened into iron stone.

During these twenty-seven years, Hilya has witnessed countless joys and sorrows, and the establishment and destruction of countless shelters. She wanted to help those in need, but found that she could do nothing except self-protection. The cities fell one after another, and the fortresses were lost. Although the deceased Heavenly Realm and Holy Land powerhouses no longer recovered, an earthly undead was enough to destroy any defense line.

But I don't know where to start, these undead who were originally just wandering soldiers and bravely began to be organized. Every night, tens of thousands of troops would follow the traces of the girl and launch an attack on her. With her own strength alone, Hilya could deal with it very hard, but the robe passed down from her mother could make her almost die and survive several times.

But occasionally, this robe would have something that could not be done. Faced with the pursuit of a whole undead legion, the robe could only help her escape as much as possible. The girl could only take out her rare crystals from the abandoned cities and fortresses to make a deal with the strong men in other shelters, so that they could help her. Although she refused, she even had evil thoughts and wanted to rob her, there were also many strong men who were willing to help and keep her promises. Relying on their strength, Hilya lived to this day without any danger.

But... so what?

In reality, a bitter tears flowed from the corners of the sleeping girl's eyes.

After escaping for twenty-seven years, she was already tired. Unlike the survivors who lived in the mountain shelter, Hilya had no day to rest. There were always shadows of death and attacks. There were always strong undead awakening and wanted to take her head. The girl was used to being injured and even dying. The injuries she had suffered for so many years, and the lack of reborn body parts was enough to gather two of hers. Many times Hilya would think during a short break, why did she run away? Isn’t it easier to die completely than to die now.

The answer is simple, she doesn't want to die.

It is not a desire to survive, but a burden.

Father, mother, younger brother, sister, Maya sister next door, and kind Aunt Suna... Many people died on that day. Since the natural disaster when the dead figure woke up for the first time, the life of the girl who lived with her mother's white robe no longer belonged to her, but to everyone. Only she remembers these dead people. If she died, everything would be forgotten, as if nothing had happened.

This is a greater horror than death.

At this moment, the robe began to resonate slightly, causing Hilya to gradually wake up from her sleep.

On the other side of the carriage, a woman who was a little tired also woke up from her dream. She opened her eyes, looked at the dragon-winged girl in front of her, and then said in a gentle voice: "You woke up? I saw you fainted by the roadside, so I rescued you... Why are you crying?"

The woman from the Holy City looked average and looked very tired. As soon as she woke up, she couldn't help but yawn. Just as she was about to ask if the nearby shelter had been attacked. If so, how many people survived, the woman's mouth suddenly closed and then opened in surprise.

"Wait, why is the robe on your body glowing?"

And Hilya didn't know that, and she had no time to pay attention to the words of the woman beside her.

Because she seemed to be trapped in another illusion light and shadow, the girl suddenly found herself in a huge white marble temple, and in front of her was a burning altar, invisible and colorless, and there was even no fire that was burning in it, and it seemed that there was a phantom of the whole world.

A majestic white-haired man in a robe was staring at her with serious and scrutiny.

In a trance, Shirya seemed to see other scenes.

A smiling boy holding a blue bead, a cold saint carrying two light blades on his waist, a majestic middle-aged man wearing a holy robe, and a gentle old man holding a pure white scepter.

These are him, and these are not him. It was his childhood, his struggle, his watchfulness and his ending.

But who is he?

Shirya felt that his blood was resonating with the elves, which made his bloodline that could communicate with plants and animals involuntarily feel close and respectful to this majestic middle-aged man, just as if the wandering prodigal son had seen his long-lost parents, and it seemed that the students who were disdainful of students met a strict but caring teacher here many years later.

And she also understood the other party's identity in an instant.

At the beginning of the world, red flames filled the sky, the sky was strong winds and thunder, the earth was burning heat and melting fire, the continent had not been born, the oceans did not exist, all things were in shape, and life had not evolved and emerged.

However, some saints broke through the realm and brought 100,300 ancestors to settle here. The saints ordered the storm of fire and wind, scolded the red flames of thunder and red flames, made the earth rise from the lava, and allowed the melting nuclear cooling to stabilize. The saints also separated the poisonous gas and water, lowered the initial rain, and made the prototype of the ocean take shape.

The saint sow seeds and spreads life. Under its divine power, seven days or so, the land that was originally lava was lush and green, with cubs of wild beasts everywhere, and the ancestors were also placed here to reproduce and prosper.

The legend of the Saint of Origin was spread throughout the continent of Grantia. Even the split of the Central Empire five hundred years ago led to the lack of historical records and great lack of them. Those who are interested can confirm these information about creation from ancient documents.

But according to these ancient books, we can clearly know that the Saint of Origin is not a real Creator. He uses the power of a magical robe to activate the power of the sages to calm the flames at the beginning of the world's creation.

"Can't it..."

She touched the robe on her body incredibly. She was shocked by the information and could not think. She could only murmur: "Saint...Sage..."

In front of her, the vision of the white-haired and majestic middle-aged man nodded slightly and his eyes softened.

"The descendants of my apostles."
Chapter completed!