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 brain started to spin like a rattling when a broken fan is 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 brain immediately detect that they are in a dream? Has it become a 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.
There was insufficient power and insufficient memory to continue the analysis. However, after just a few seconds and a few clues were obtained, the 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 seemed like black soil without a trace of life that could be touched with just one hand. The stars are covered with gray-white "stones" and "sticks", as well as brown rock formations that protrude from the ground in strange postures, towering like ferocious monsters, and are even scraped as sharply as blades. The cold wind is all gray.
This is a single, colorless world, a depressing and almost breathless place.
I settled down, worked hard to let my body adapt, and then took a cautious step. 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 carefully looked at this "stone" for a long time, until I found that there was no threat, and then I moved forward.
"Wow……"
I was so frightened that I almost sat down on the ground. The shape of the end of the "stone" actually resembles a human head wearing a hooded helmet, with a lifelike face carved on it, with a meticulous facial expression. In vain, it added a strange and terrifying atmosphere to this dark space.
I took a big breath of the turbid air in shock, calmed down, took a closer look, and found out. What kind of stone is this? It is clearly a human corpse with flesh and blood! !
This strange corpse seemed to still retain the same posture as before death. It was covered with full-body armor and a closed helmet. Only a small face is left outside. This armor is fine and compact. The exquisite carvings and smooth and beautiful lines make people know that it is extraordinary at first sight. It’s just that I don’t know how many years have passed. These equipments that were most likely to be gold, dark gold, or even artifacts have all become rusty and rusty. Together with the corpses, they seem to be part of the earth’s surface. No wonder I Didn't recognize it at first.
With this understanding, the whole world seemed to become completely different. The "stones" that were densely covered in the land like pebbles on the beach were all corpses. Those lying, squatting, 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, not human, they are not human.
Most of them have wings on their backs. Even if they don't have wings, their appearance is obviously different from that of humans. 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! demon!
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, 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 pushed away the corpses and weapons under 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 It's a battle that happened here.
Those wingless angels and demons are just that, they are just cannon fodder, but you can occasionally see two wings, four wings, or even six wings.
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 Little B. 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 lost in thought, 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 had a tall and handsome figure more than four meters tall. The four-winged angel behind him The gray wings, which are more than three meters long, are fully open like a phoenix with spread wings. Looking up, it gives people a cold and majestic look like an undefeated god of war. However, at this time, there are several tattoos on the back of the open wings. The big sword even penetrated completely to the chest. Even so, it held the big sword with both hands and stabbed it firmly on the ground. It squatted to support its body and never fell. That unyielding posture exuded It is tragic and poignant that makes people's blood boil.
And what I touched was exactly his sword. The weapons used by the four-winged angels couldn't possibly be ordinary, but with such a light touch, they turned into powder with a "touch" sound, and went away with the biting wind, dissipating throughout the world. Fortunately, the body of the four-winged angel has long been integrated with the earth. So even though he lost his support, he still maintained his majestic appearance.
How many years of friction can it take for such a magical weapon to turn into powder? The irony is that only God can
It is called the body that will never be annihilated. Only a part of this battlefield should be preserved in the years and should not be continued.
Doomsday battle!
A flash of realization flashed through my mind, yes, except for that doomsday battle. What kind of war can be so tragic and desolate? This is the final battlefield between gods and demons. It is a place abandoned by God.
No one knows the exact time of this war, because it happened in humans, no. It was 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 this endless battlefield. In the cemetery, looking at the countless corpses with different postures, shapes and expressions. My heart is filled with unspeakable vicissitudes. What can make the angel who spreads light and hope show a face of despair? What could make a demon who takes pleasure in spreading evil and death look fearful?
Although I have no favorable impression of 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, and has nothing to do with hatred. In this life, I may never forget the scene in front of me. Yes, nothing can compare with the perception this land brings me. Compared with it, the monster attack was already an extremely spectacular war in my heart. , seems so childish and ridiculous.
I touched my face and felt a wet feeling. Before I knew it, my face was filled 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 war. Every corpse can make me feel a Different tragedies.
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, with two wings, four wings, and even six wings, gradually Became the protagonist here.
I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly found a big mountain in the swaying distance. Something seemed to flash on the mountain. 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 describe. 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 with two or four wings in this mountain. It was completely made up of countless six wings, with countless gray and black wings intertwined. They are clearly the graves 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. Everything combined was 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 restrained feeling when holding it.
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 unfold at any time. In the center of the wings, there is a wing on each side. Or maybe the whole one 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 gem is the resolute sword body. From the exposed part of the "top of the mountain", the entire sword body is about four fingers wide, slightly thick in the middle, and has a 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 is 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 dazzling 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 - Everia, nice to meet you, Redeemer, my master."
From that sword, there continued to be a sound that put me in a dilemma, because I don't know whether I should show shock or a puzzled expression on my face now. If the two are performed 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 am now used to it.
Soon, I suppressed all the chaotic thoughts and asked the most practical questions.
"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 the left ear and out the right ear.
"As you can see, this is the doomsday battlefield..."
The weird thing that claimed to be the Holy Sword had a pretty good temper. He was not annoyed by my forgetfulness, but continued to speak in that low neutral voice unhurriedly.
"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……"
Shengjian fell silent as if to appetize his appetite.
