Chapter 132: Holy Sword-Everia

Ok……? "
With my sleepy eyes wide open, I patted my messy head vigorously to make it awake, then stretched out hard, sat up swayingly, and looked around with my confused eyes.
Is it a dream again?
Then, at the next moment, when my tattered fan was turned on, "Karakala" turned his head and began to realize that there seemed to be something wrong.
Generally speaking, a dreamer does not realize that he is in a dream. Why can even his rusty brain immediately perceive that it is in a dream? Is it used to become natural?
Really, I am a normal man. What is better in my dreams, but I always dream of something weird. Is this the so-called fate of fate?
I stayed there for several minutes before the worn-out fan in my head finally reached the normal speed. I shook my head and stood up with a wry smile, forget it, it was just a dream, it was the first experience.
However, where is it?
After waking up, I paused, looked around, and then used the "broken electric fan" in my head to quickly analyze the captured pictures.
Insufficient power, insufficient memory, can not continue to analyze, but just a few seconds, just a little clue, the brain immediately issued an alarm.
This is a deserted space, a piece of "abandoned" land.
This is my only feeling.
The misty sky seems to be able to be touched with just a hand, without the black mud of a breath of life. The starry forest is covered with gray and white "stones" and "sticks", as well as the brown rock formation that protrudes from the ground in a strange posture, like a grim monster, and it is scraped like a blade. The cold wind is gray.
This is a single, colorless world, a repressed, almost breathless place.
I made up my mind and tried my best to adapt my body, and then took a step carefully. Landed on a "stone".
"..."
I retracted my right foot in surprise.
The feeling from the soles of the feet is actually soft? ! !
Watching this "stone" carefully for a long time, I didn't move forward until I found no threat.
"Wow……"
I almost scared to sit on the ground. The shape of the end of the "stone" turned out to be like a human head with a helmet covered by a person, with a lifelike face portrayed on it, the subtle facial expression. It adds a strange and terrifying breath to this dark space.
Taking a breath of turbid air in shock, I settled my heart and took a closer look to find out. Where is this stone? It is clearly a human corpse with blood and flesh! !
This strange body seemed to retain the posture before death, and his body was covered with armor and closed helmet. Only a small face is left. This armor is fine and compact. The engraving is exquisite, and the smooth and beautiful lines make people know the extraordinary products at a glance. It’s just that I don’t know how many years have passed. These equipments, which were originally likely to be gold, dark gold, or even artifacts, have all rusted. The corpses are connected to it, as if they were part of the surface. No wonder I didn’t have it at first. Identify it.
With this understanding, the whole world seems to be completely different. Those "stones" that are scattered like pebbles on the beach are all corpses, those lying, squatting, standing, It is tightly connected by something like a "stick", or it is overlapped... All the parts are corpses! ! ?
However, this is not what surprised me the most...
These human corpses, no, not humans, they are not humans.
Most of them have wings behind them. Even if they don’t have wings, they are obviously different from the appearance of human beings. This is difficult to explain. Just like the yellows and whites, the Chinese and the westerners, it’s easy Can be distinguished.
They should have another name in the dark continent-angel! demon!
This is the cemetery of angels and demons. In the distance, the tombstones in the cemetery are full of things. They should be countless weapons. Because most of them are swords, they look like sticks or chopsticks in the distance. (The main weapon of angels is big swords, they seem to have a considerable preference for swords, and demons formed by angels are no exception)
I carefully pushed away the corpses and weapons under my feet, and slowly moved forward, and looked at everything in front of me in a shock and almost pilgrimage mood. Of course, I was not looking at these angels and demons. This is the battle that happened here.
Those wingless angels and demons are just that. They are just some cannon fodder, but the wings, four wings, and even six wings can be seen occasionally.
The hierarchical system in the dark continent-wingless angels and demons, all have the strength of the monster leader in the third world, and then, the quasi-two wings are equivalent to the elite, the two wings are equivalent to the small SS, The quasi-four wings are equivalent to the devil. The four wings are already the level of Devil God of Mephisto, Diablo and Barr, and the quasi-six wings and the six wings are not even dared to think about.
Knowing such a fact, my inner shock and admiration are taken for granted.
"Hi..."
When I got into the gods, my elbow accidentally touched something. Looking back, it was a long sword held by a four-winged angel. The four-meter tall and sturdy figure of the four-winged angel, the back four The gray wing, which is only three meters long, is completely open like a phoenix spreading its wings. Looking up to the past, it gives people an undefeated warlike coldness and majesty, but at this time, the back of the open wings is inserted with several Put the big sword through the chest completely, even so, it held the big sword with both hands, firmly inserted on the ground, squatted to support his body, never fell down, the unyielding posture, exuded With tragic and poignant beauty that makes people bloody.
And the ground I touched was precisely his sword. The weapon used by the Seraphs can't be an ordinary product, but it gave me a light touch, but the sound of "touch" turned into a powder, and it went away with the cold wind and dissipated in the whole world. Fortunately, the four-winged angel's body has long been integrated with the earth. So even if he lost his pillar, he still maintained his mighty appearance.
How many years of friction can we make such a magic weapon into powder? Ironically, only heaven
Said the body that never died. It was only during the years that the battlefield that should not be kept was continued.
Doomsday battle!
There was a moment of enlightenment in my mind, yes, except for the battle of doomsday. What kind of war can be so tragic, so desolate, this is the ultimate battlefield of God and Demon. A place abandoned by God.
No one knows the exact time of this war, because it happened to humans, no. Before the appearance of the entire dark continent. 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. The cemetery, looked at the countless bodies with different postures and expressions. The heart is full of indescribable vicissitudes. What is it that can make angels who spread light and hope show their despair? What is it that can make the demons happy to spread sin and death and show fear?
Although I don't have any affection for angels or demons, this kind of vicissitudes of sentiment is uniquely tragic and tragic for the battle of the last days. In this life, I may never forget the scene in front of me, yes, nothing can compare to the enlightenment brought by this land. Compared with it, the monster attack was already a spectacular war in my heart. , Seems so naive and ridiculous.
I touched my face, a wet touch, and unconsciously, I was already in tears, it was crying in the wind, it was sadness from the earth.
However, I am still walking forward step by step, feeling the corpses of different shapes with little heart, they are the living dictionary of the battle of doomsday, each corpse can make me feel a copy Different tragic.
As if by some kind of traction, I walked straight in one direction, and found that along the way, there were fewer and fewer angels and demons without wings, and finally disappeared completely. The wings, four wings, and even six wings, gradually Became the protagonist here.
I don't know how long, I suddenly found a big mountain in the distance, and there seemed to be something flashing on the mountain. I strode over-maybe there, I can find the answer to this dream.
When I walked completely to the foot of the mountain, the shock in my heart was difficult to express. What is this to hit the mountain? This is the corpse mountain of angels and demons! What surprised me even more was that in this mountain, I couldn’t find a body with two wings or four wings. It was completely pushed by countless six wings, and countless gray and black wings were interwoven. It is clearly the grave of all the strongest in the world!
However, I didn't stop, as if I were possessed by a devil. Stepping on these casual breaths step by step can make me die thousands of times. The body of the strong man slowly walked to this "mountain" "Of the summit.
That is a sword,
A tall sword inserted at the top of the peak overlooking the battlefield.
The only touch of color between the entire heaven and earth is emanating from its body.
When I saw it for the first time, the scenes of the battlefield that I had just drawn into my mind were all pushed out of my mind, and all things added up were not as shocking as it was.
The white steel-like hilt is slightly narrow in the middle and has a somewhat wavy bump. The tail section is diamond-shaped and thicker. The overall line is simple and soft, without any patterns and gems, but it looks quite thick. , Giving people a feeling of being shackled.
The hand guard part may be the only gorgeous part of the whole sword. The hand guards on both sides are closed and white wings. The lines are simple but attentive. It looks like it is alive, and it must be expanded at any time. There is a center on the wings, one on each side. One or the whole is set in it, and the red polygonal diamonds on both sides are exposed. There seems to be something flashing in it. If you don't look carefully, you might think that there is an illusion.
Below the gem, is the sturdy sword body. From the exposed part of the "mountain top", the entire sword body is about four fingers wide, slightly thicker in the middle, and on both sides is shimmering with the edge of the cold, which is smaller than the heavy sword used by the knight. Number one, the size looks like a broad sword used by women. The entire blade is straight down. The straight lines give a simple and comfortable feeling. In one sentence, it is simple but not simple.
However, this small broad sword, which is totally incomparable to other dark gold or artifact-level gorgeous swords, exudes the only light between heaven and earth, dazzling than any dark gold, and dazzling than any artifact.
"You finally came……"
The faint neutral voice echoed in the silent battlefield of doom, as if with endless majesty and vicissitudes.
"I am the Holy Sword--Evelia, and I am glad to see you, the Redeemer, my Master."
From that sword, I heard a voice that embarrassed me, because, I don’t know that my face should be shocked, or I can’t touch my head. If the two act together, the difficulty is really high. point.
However, fortunately, there have been too many strange events that I have experienced recently. From crossing to Belil, which seems to me to be a very strange phenomenon~EbookFREE.me~ is now used to it.
Soon, I suppressed all kinds of chaotic thoughts and asked the most practical questions.
"Where is this, how could I be here, and, Holy Sword, that..., that's you, what is it?"
Sorry, although it seems to have mentioned the name just now, but adhering to the best habit of a dragon's heirs, the more complicated Western names are usually left ears into the right ear.
"As you can see, this is the end of the battlefield..."
The weird thing that claimed to be a holy sword had a good temper, and was not annoyed by my forgetfulness, but continued in a low, neutral voice.
"As for why you are here, I'm sorry, without your permission, I will pull you in without permission, but rest assured, this is the first time, maybe the last time..."
"As for me……"
The holy sword fell silent like an appetite.