Chapter 132 Holy Sword—Evlia

"Um……?"

Opening my sleepy eyes, I patted my messy head hard to wake it up, then stretched hard, sat up unsteadily, and looked around with my blurred eyes.

Is it a dream again?

Then, the next moment, my mind started to spin like a rattling when a broken fan was started, and I began to realize that something seemed wrong.

Generally speaking, dreamers do not realize that they are in a dream. Why can even their rusty brains immediately notice that they are in a dream? Has it become a natural habit?

Really, I'm a normal man. It's okay to have wet dreams, but I always dream about weird things. Is this the so-called trick of fate?

After staying there for several minutes, the worn-out fan in my head finally came to normal speed. I shook my head, stood up with a wry smile, forget it, it was just a dream anyway, just treat it as my first experience.

But where is this place?

After I woke up, I paused, looked around, and then used the "broken electric fan" in my mind to quickly analyze the pictures captured in my eyes.

Insufficient power and insufficient memory made it impossible to continue the analysis. However, after just a few seconds and a few clues were obtained, my brain immediately sounded an alarm.

This is a deserted space, a piece of "abandoned" land.

This is the only feeling I have.

The hazy sky, as if you can touch it with your hand, is black soil without a trace of life, and is dotted with pale white "stones" and "sticks (chopsticks?)", and those that follow.

Strange postures protrude from the ground, and the towering brown rock formations look like ferocious monsters. Even the cold wind blowing like a blade is gray.

This is a single, colorless world, a depressing and almost breathless place.

I calmed down, worked hard to let my body adapt, and then carefully took a step and landed on a "stone".

"..."

I took my right foot back in surprise.

The feeling coming from the soles of the feet is actually soft?!

I looked at this "rock" warily for a long time, until I realized there was no threat. Then I moved forward.

"Wow……"

I was so scared that I almost sat down on the ground. The shape of the end of the "stone" turned out to be like a human head wearing a helmet, with a lifelike face carved on it. The meticulous facial expression was in vain to give this gloomy look.

The ground space adds a strange atmosphere.

I took a deep breath of the turbid air in shock. I calmed down and took a closer look. Only then did I realize that what kind of stone was this? It was clearly a human corpse of flesh and blood!!

This strange corpse seems to still retain the same posture as before death. It is covered by full-body armor and a closed helmet, leaving only a small half of the face. The armor he wears is fine and compact, with carved patterns.

It is very delicate, and the smooth and beautiful lines make people know that it is extraordinary at a glance, but it is unknown how many years have passed. These equipments that were most likely to be gold, dark gold, or even artifacts are all rusty and corrupt.

Up, even the corpses seemed to be part of the surface. No wonder I didn't recognize them at first.

With this understanding, the whole world seems to have become completely different. Those "stones" that are densely covered in the entire land like pebbles on the beach are actually corpses?! Those lying, squatting, and standing,

Tightly connected by something like a "stick", or overlapping...all of them are corpses!!?

However, this is not what surprises me the most...

These human corpses, no, are not human. They are not human.

Most of them have wings on their backs. Even if they don't have wings, they are obviously different from human appearances. This is difficult to explain, just like yellow and white people, Chinese and Westerners, it is easy to explain

can be distinguished.

In the Dark Continent, they should have another name - angels! Demons!

This is the cemetery of angels and demons, and the objects in the distance are scattered like tombstones in the cemetery. They should be countless weapons, because most of them are swords, so they look like sticks or chopsticks from a distance.

(The main weapon of angels is the big sword. They seem to have a considerable preference for swords, and demons who are also fallen angels are no exception.)

I carefully avoided the corpses and weapons at my feet, and moved forward slowly, looking at everything in front of me with a feeling of shock and almost a pilgrimage. Of course, what I was looking at was not these angels and demons, but rather

This is a battle that once took place here.

Those wingless angels and demons are just that. They are just recognized cannon fodder in the battle between gods and demons. It is not surprising to appear on the battlefield, but two wings, or even four wings, my God!! Even six wings, I can do it

Seen occasionally.

In the hierarchy system in the Dark Continent - wingless angels and demons all have the strength of the monster bosses in the third world, and then, those with two wings are equivalent to elites, and those with two wings are equivalent to small bosses.

The quasi-four-winged one is equivalent to the Demon King. The four-winged one is already at the level of the demon gods like Mephisto, Diavolo and Baal. As for the quasi-six-winged one, no one dares to even think about it.

Knowing this fact, it is natural for me to be shocked and admired.

"Hiss..."

When I was in trance, my elbow accidentally touched something. When I turned around, I saw a long sword in the hand of a four-winged angel. The four-winged angel's tall and handsome body was more than four meters tall, like a hill.

Standing in front of me who is less than 1.8 meters tall, the four three-meter-long gray wings at the back are fully spread out like a phoenix with wings spread. Looking up, it gives people a cold and majestic look like an undefeated god of war.

But at this time, there were several big swords stuck in the back of the spread wings, even completely piercing through the chest. Even so, it held the big sword with both hands, stuck it firmly on the ground, and half squatted to support it.

His body never fell down, and his unyielding posture exuded tragic and poignant beauty that made people's blood boil.

And what I came across was exactly his sword. The weapon used by the four-winged angel couldn't possibly be an ordinary weapon, but when I touched it lightly, it turned into powder with a "touch" sound, and then it turned into powder.

It flew away in the biting wind and dispersed throughout the heaven and earth. Fortunately, the body of the four-winged angel had long been integrated with the earth, so even if it lost its support, it still maintained its majestic appearance.

How many years of friction can it take for such a magical weapon to be reduced to powder? The irony is that only the angel's body, which is said to be immortal, retains a look that should not exist in the years, allowing this battlefield to be maintained.

Continue.

Doomsday battle!

A flash of realization suddenly flashed through my mind, yes, except for that doomsday battle. I really can’t think of what kind of war there is? It can be so tragic! So desolate! This is the final battle between gods and demons.

The battlefield is a place abandoned by God!!

No one knows the specific time of this war, because it happened before humans, no, before the entire Dark Continent appeared, hundreds of thousands of years? Millions of years? Or hundreds of millions of years? Probably only God knows.

I silently looked at the endless battlefields and cemeteries. Looking at the countless corpses with different postures, shapes and expressions, my heart was filled with unspeakable vicissitudes. What could be capable of spreading light and hope as its mission?

The angel showed a look of despair? What could make the devil, who enjoys spreading evil and death, show a look of fear?

Although I have no good feelings for either angels or demons, this kind of vicissitudes of feeling is the unique tragic and tragic sadness of the doomsday battle, and the nostalgia for the disappearance of countless strong men. It has nothing to do with hatred. In this life,

I may never forget the scene in front of me again. It's the land. Nothing can compare with the feelings that this land brings me. Compared with it, the monster attack, which was already a very spectacular war in my heart, seems like nothing.

So childish and ridiculous.

I touched my face and felt a wet feeling. Before I knew it, my face was covered with tears. It was the cry howling in the wind, and the sadness coming from the earth.

However, I still walked forward step by step, feeling the corpses of different shapes little by little. They are the living dictionary of the doomsday battle. Each corpse can make me feel a different feeling.

Tragic.

As if being pulled by something, I walked straight in one direction, and then I found that along the way, the number of wingless angels and demons became less and less, and finally disappeared completely. Two wings, four wings, and even six wings, gradually

Became the protagonist here.

I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly discovered the existence of a big mountain in the distance. Something seemed to flash on the mountain, and I strode over - maybe I could find the answer to this dream there.

When I completely reached the foot of the mountain, the shock in my heart was hard to express. What kind of mountain was this? This was a mountain of corpses of angels and demons! What surprised me even more was that I couldn't find a single body in this mountain.

The body with two or four wings is completely made up of countless six wings, with countless light gray and black wings intertwined - this is clearly the tomb of all the strongest people in the world!

However, I did not stop, as if possessed, step by step, walking on the bodies of these strong men who could kill me thousands of times with just a breath, and slowly walked to this "mountain"

"The pinnacle of.

That's a sword,

A long sword stuck high on the top of the mountain, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The only touch of color between the whole world is radiating from its body.

When I first saw it, the scenes of battlefields that had just been brought to my mind were all pushed out of my mind, and all the things combined were not as shocking as it.

The white steel-like hilt is slightly narrow in the middle and has a wavy concave and convex feel. The tail section is diamond-shaped and thicker. The overall lines are simple and soft. There are no patterns or gem decorations, but it looks quite thick.

, giving people a very comfortable feeling to hold.

The guard part is perhaps the only more gorgeous part of the entire sword. The guard parts on both sides are in the shape of closed white wings. The lines are simple but thoughtful. It looks like it is alive and ready to expand at any time. In the center of the wings, there is a wing on each side.

Or the whole diamond is embedded inside, and the red polygonal diamonds on both sides are exposed. Something seems to be flashing inside. If you don't look carefully, you might think it's an illusion.

Below the gemstone is the resolute sword body. Looking from the exposed part of the "top of the mountain", the entire sword body is about four fingers wide, slightly thicker in the middle, and shimmering with cold light on both sides. It is smaller than the epee used by knights.

No. 1, the size looks like a broad sword used by women. The entire sword blade goes straight down. The straight lines give people a simple and comfortable feeling. To describe it in one sentence, it is simple but not simple.

However, this small broad sword, which is completely incomparable in appearance to other gorgeous swords of dark gold or artifact level, exudes the only light in the world, which is more dazzling than any dark gold and more eye-catching than any artifact.

"You finally came……"

The faint neutral voice echoed in the silent doomsday battlefield, as if it carried endless majesty and vicissitudes of life.

"I am the Holy Sword-Evlia, nice to meet you, redeemer, my master."

From that sword, a sound continued to come out that put me in a dilemma, because I don't know whether I should show shock or a confused expression on my face now. If the two of them are staged together, the difficulty is really high.

point.

However, fortunately, I have experienced too many strange events recently. From time traveling to Belial, every one of them seems to me to be quite a supernatural phenomenon, and I have become accustomed to it now.

Soon, I suppressed all the chaotic thoughts and asked the most practical question.

"Where is this place? How did I appear here? And, Holy Sword, that...that is, you, what is your background?"

Sorry, although it seems to have mentioned a name just now, but adhering to the best habits of a descendant of a dragon, for those more complicated Western names, they usually go in one ear and out the other.

"As you can see, this is the doomsday battlefield..."

The weird thing that claimed to be a holy sword had a pretty good temper. It was not annoyed by my forgetfulness, but continued to speak in that low neutral voice without any haste.

"As for why you are here, I'm sorry that I brought you in without your permission, but please don't worry, this is the first time, and maybe the last time..."

"As for me……"
Chapter completed!