Soul of Burning Steel

An old diary with black skin, yellow pages, and scattered traces of corrosion.

June 19th-sunny

Today, I took old Abel to drive the sheep. It looked panting. Leah is right. The flock is getting bigger and bigger, and Abel is a little bit powerless. Maybe I should change to a shepherd dog and let the old Abel, who has worked hard for seven or eight years, have a good rest.

June 22-Cloudy

Two ewes are about to give birth today! It was a great thing at first, but the strange thing is that I don’t know why. The lamb looks bad and it’s a little difficult to breathe. Is it because the ewe didn’t have a good fetus when she was pregnant? Anyway, my flock is big again, maybe I can consider selling a few sheep and let my little Ebra go to the academy in the city to study and see if he can become a magic warrior!

June 23-Overcast

The lambs are all dead... Maybe it's because they didn't have a good baby, and it's because I didn't take care of them. Although Leah advised me not to be too sad, it was still a bit sad. The ewes also looked sad, after all, this is also their child. Strange to say, how could there be such gloomy weather in the grassland? This has been going on for several days.

June 27th-Overcast

The sheep didn’t dare to leave the sheepfold—Old Abel struggled and yelled and didn’t get out. Even if it was a lamb, the cloudy sky outside was getting darker and he couldn’t even see the way. It was misty, but not humid, and it didn't look like it was going to rain.

June 29th-Heavy Fog

The grass is dead, the mist seems poisonous, and it feels like all the plants are beginning to wither...The ewes don’t know when they died. When they were found, the body seemed to have rotted for a long time. Speaking of which, the lamb was dead. At that time, they looked weird. Could it be that at that time... the black traces of dirt glued the following pages together, seemingly like blood, but also like ink.

July 3rd-sunny

The fog finally dispersed! Those weird existences that appear at night seem to be afraid of the sun! Blessed by our ancestors, our family is safe and sound, but the shepherds around are all dead. What is going on? ! Anyway, I really hope I can keep writing this diary.

July 4th-Storm

earthquake! I was planning to take my family to go to the city early in the morning, but when I got up, there was an earthquake! Home is okay, but the sheep pen was shaken down, but none of the sheep came out, so I didn’t dare to see... the heavy rain came again at noon, so I had to pack up my things and stay at home and wait. The road inside must have turned into a quagmire a long time ago. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Abel for several days. Where has it gone?

July 6th-Heavy Fog

The monster that ate all the sheep...and what is the dark shadow that suddenly appeared in the weapon at night... Leah's arm was injured, but I don't know why he couldn't stop the blood... Now she was sleeping in a bandage Now, I don’t know if it can get better...

Afterwards, the diary was in chaos. There were traces of water wet, and black traces of random waving, which seemed to be smeared with tears mixed with ink. During this period, some messy and almost unrecognizable handwriting could be vaguely seen.

Leah...dead...monster...Abel...Ebra...

August 1-sunny

After crossing the grassland, I finally came to the shelter. There was a sacred atmosphere in this forest... but I was dying.

One last word for you, my child... I wish you peace in this crazy world.

In the middle of the night, in the thick fog, west of the Gladia continent, in a dense primitive jungle, there is a simple human village built on an island in the river. Amidst the sound of the river rushing, you can see a fire in the village, intermittently black Smoke passed over the wooden eaves in the flickering firelight, and the dim light was indeterminate.

In a wooden hut that was about to collapse, the black-haired and red-eyed soldier silently put down the diary in his hand. He frowned, holding the hand of a little boy covered in blood and panicked in his hands, his face was gloomy.

"Your grandpa, seems to love your father very much."

Qiao Xiu murmured to herself: "And your father loves you very much."

Last night, after bidding farewell to the Titans, the warrior went all the way west, following the guidance of the mirror of the sage, and galloping towards the direction of the fourth sage's inheritance.

The huge life energy giant was the one who released most of the vitality contained in the Azure Orb, which was able to be shaped successfully. That is the energy far beyond the limit of his body, so Joshua needs to learn the compression of Titans and the atmospheric evil gods. The method is to force these energies into the body, making the energy flesh and blood become one-not relying on the relics of sages, but relying on their own strength to carry out this step.

The body was further sublimated, and the fighter's speed was faster than before. In just one night, he completely flew out of the Shaya Mountains and crossed a prairie, but with the increasingly gloomy sky and thick weapons, Shenghui The guidance of the Mirror gradually began to become unstable, until in the end, it simply became an ordinary mirror, which could no longer provide the direction of the sage's inheritance.

Joshua was not surprised by this. The Mirror of Holy Radiance can operate for so long in a world where the basic free energy of the other world is very different. It is already considered that Pope Igor is fully prepared. You must know that even His extremely powerful person has been restrained by most of his strength, and its small mirror can last for so long, which can only show that its creator is worthy of the strongest in the pinnacle of the legend, a **** who walks on the world.

Following the last direction of the mirror, Joshua flew in a direction slightly to the southwest. At this time, the sun shone on the ground, and the soldier saw many scenes that made his heart sink on this road.

Villages destroyed by brute force, caves buried by landslides, small islands in the lake sunk at the bottom of the lake, sheltered forests burned out by fire...flew all the way, it was dead all the way, soldiers can even see it, these are not long ago Previously, the traces that appeared late at night could tell that strong men had fought around these ruins, but without exception, the village was destroyed and the humans were all dead.

Until here.

Qiao Xiuya sensed a faint breath of life.

This is a simple village built on an island in the river. It looks unprepared. The scattered thick and low wooden walls seem to be unable to stop wild boars, but the soldiers know that these are just the appearance of the village, and those seem simple. The defensive means and the ubiquitous wooden stakes, as long as they are controlled by a spellcaster who is proficient in plant spells, or a druid who can manipulate the forces of nature, they are an unattainable barrier and ubiquitous trap.

But now, these methods were of no use. A huge fireball dropped from the sky directly ignited the entire village. The strong man who manipulated the plants was defeated, and the ubiquitous shadows took advantage of the riots and killed all the villagers.

Except this one.

Leading people out of the fire house that was about to collapse, Joshua, who came to the center of the village, couldn't help shook his head, looking at the desperate little boy he was holding in his hands.

This child, knocked out by his father, was hidden in a large earthen jar for flour, and the man just blocked the lid of the earthen jar with his body, even if he was hardened by those unwise undead. He tore off all the flesh and blood on his back, and took out most of his internal organs, without letting go.

The father used his remaining flesh and blood to cover up the breath of his child's life, until Joshua came and pulled the boy out of the jar.

"Your name is Adair."

From the second half of the yellowed diary, from some information written by Ebra, Joshua knew the name of the other’s child, which is peculiar. Even though the boy had experienced so many things, he even saw himself with his own eyes. Father's flesh and blood corpse didn't cry either, he just stood there unconsciously, his eyes wandering.

But Joshua didn’t care about this, and patted the little boy’s head. The warrior motioned to the other person to look at the burning village in front of him. There was no ups and downs in his voice: "Adair, this is the village where you live. It has been destroyed. Lost."

The boy who seemed to be dreaming suddenly shook his whole body.

Joshua looked at this scene with a faint fire reflected in his eyes, and he calmly said: "Father's corpse, you have also seen it."

The boy named Adair suddenly shrank in pain like a shrimp. He squatted on the ground with his hands covering his ears, seeming to reject this reality.

But with only one sentence, the soldier raised his head instinctively and awakened from the deepest despair.

"I can give you the power of revenge."

In his hand, the red vindictiveness condensed into a small short sword, and Joshua looked at the bats flying in the dark with a vague voice, and seemed to leave at any time. He lowered his voice, handed out the short sword, and whispered to the boy whose panic on his face gradually calmed down: "And the most basic thing for revenge is to live."

In mid-air, the screaming beast screamed, but it quickly disappeared.

The night passed, and the surviving boy stood in the middle of the village that had been turned into ruins, standing still, but in his hand, he had a blood-stained scarlet dagger, hundreds of counted bats, and bloodthirsty beasts. The body just died at his feet and became part of his strength.

The soldier left a part of his strength, and then left like this.

The fighting spirit from the Mycroft continent and the magical energy of this world, the first breathing method produced by the fusion of the two, in the darkness of last night, was unknowingly taught to that name by the warrior Adair's child, the peculiar breathing rhythm accumulated power in the opponent's body, so that this otherwise ordinary boy turned into a powerhouse capable of fighting beasts overnight.

Of course, Joshua did not deny that he was using the body of Adair, an aboriginal child, to experiment with the process of integrating the power system of the two realms, but even if he came back thousands of times that night, the boy absolutely Will not refuse his request-people who want revenge will always be filled with restless fire, and can't wait to burn others and themselves.

There are many more such scenes. Warriors come to the west of the mainland. They are just the ruins seen on the roadside every day. There are more than a dozen scenes similar to abandoned villages. There are countless. Of course, some villages have survivors, but Most of the dilapidated shelters have no vitality, only a dead silence.

If you can help, Joshua will never fail to take action. He did not hesitate to teach these survivors the breathing method he constructed after careful thinking, allowing these people to practice the power of fighting energy and magical energy. The practice method does not require the original crystal, only meditation can draw free energy from the atmosphere to practice. Although the speed is relatively slow, it does save a lot of effort to find the original crystal. Compared with the two, this new method is safer.

Every moment, the methods of practice in the two worlds deduced in the warrior’s heart will change, so that every survivor who encounters him gets very different breathing methods, and even conflicts with each other, but even so, they It is the same at the core, that is, by sharpening the life energy in the body, so that one's own existence can be sublimated, and it is getting closer to the root force of the'power of steel'.

This is a straight-through Zhiyi, which comes from a higher level of practice!

In just a few days, Joshua left her own heritage on this continent, allowing countless survivors who had lost their shelter and could only hide in the mountains and forests to get a chance to survive and live desperately.

And many people or dead shadows, bright or dark, have also noticed the presence of warriors.

At this time, Joshua was still heading west, the direction the Mirror of Light had originally pointed.

Along the way, the soldiers also received some news about the leader of the dead shadow-many survivors dictated that in the northern sky, they had seen three-color crystal streamers cut through the clouds and flew towards the distance~ www.novelmtl.com~ This is undoubtedly the traces left by those crystal puppets flying.

However, although he really wanted to obtain the Sacred Stone Seed and go one step further towards the legend, the warrior did not forget his true goal.

Joshua knew that he was here to find the fourth sage’s inheritance, and he got the sage hidden in the inheritance. There is information about the initial fire. Pope Igor, and even the sentient beings of the entire Mycroft continent are there. Waiting for his action.

Grantia was invaded by undead natural disasters, and it was extremely sad. All beings were sinking into the whirlpool of despair and pain, experiencing blood and wailing, but because of this, the warrior could not look back. He could not let the Mycroft land also become In this world, the sacred stone seed on the leader of the undead is certainly an opportunity for him to advance to the legend, but it's just a matter of going along. If the direction is the opposite, he can't change his direction for this, and turn his head to hunt down those monsters. That's it. It's a trade-off.

However, for some reason, he has come to a barren wilderness, and Joshua, who may have been the destination of Urbani's teleportation for a long time, has never found his goal.

The dragon wing girl Hylya, as if just like this, completely disappeared in this land.