Well......? ”

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

Is it another dream?

Then, the next moment, my "Kerakala" brain, which was spinning like a raged fan being activated, began to realize that something seemed to be wrong.

Generally speaking, dreamers don't realize that they are in a dream, so why can even their rusty brain immediately realize that they are in a dream? Have you become accustomed to nature?

Really, I'm a normal man, it's okay to dream about something, but I always dream of something strange and weird, is this the so-called trick of fate?

After a few minutes, the worn-out fan in my head finally entered the normal speed, I shook my head, and stood up with a wry smile.

Where is this, though?

After I came to my senses, I paused, looked around, and then used the "broken electric fan" in my brain to quickly analyze the pictures I grabbed in my eyes.

The power is insufficient, the memory is not enough, and the analysis cannot be continued, but in a few seconds, just a little clue has been obtained, and the brain immediately sends an alarm.

It is a deserted space, a land that has been "abandoned".

That's the only feeling I have.

The hazy sky seems to be black earth that can be touched without a trace of life as soon as you stretch out your hand. The stars were covered with gray white "stones" and "sticks", and the towering brown rock formations that protruded from the ground in a strange posture like a monstrous monster, and even the cold wind that blew like a blade was gray.

It's a singular, colorless world, an oppressive and almost breathless place.

I made up my mind, tried to get my body used to it, and then took a cautious step. Fell on a "stone".

“……”

I withdrew my right foot in amazement.

The feeling that came from the soles of the feet turned out to be soft?!!

I looked at the "stone" vigilantly for a long time, and only when there was no threat did I come forward.

"Wow......"

I almost sat on the ground in fright. The shape of the end of the "stone" is like a human head with a covered helmet, and a lifelike face is depicted on it, with a detailed facial expression. In vain, it added a touch of eerie horror to this gray space.

Frightened, I took a big breath of turbid air, and I settled down, took a closer look, and then appeared. Where is this stone? It's clearly a flesh-and-blood human corpse!!

This strange corpse seems to still retain the posture of the moment before death, and its body is covered in full-body armor and closed helmets. Only a small face is left outside. This armor is dense and compact. The carved lines are exquisite, and the smooth and beautiful lines make people know that they are extraordinary at a glance. It's just that I don't know how many years have passed, and these equipment, which were originally very likely to be gold, dark gold, and even artifacts, are all rusted*, and those corpses seem to be part of the earth's surface, no wonder I didn't recognize them at first.

With this understanding, the whole world seems to have become completely different, and the "stones" that are like pebbles on the beach are all corpses, those who are lying, squatting, standing, tightly connected by "sticks", or overlapping together...... All of them are corpses!?

However, that's not the most surprising thing for me......

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

Most of them have wings on their backs, and even if they don't have wings, they are obviously different from human appearance, which is difficult to explain, just as yellow and white, Chinese and Western, can easily be distinguished.

In the Dark Continent, they should have another name - Angels! Demon!

This is the graveyard of angels and demons, and in the distance there are countless weapons like tombstones in the graveyard, most of which are swords, so they look like sticks or chopsticks from a distance.

I cautiously pushed away the corpses and weapons at my feet, and slowly moved forward, and with a feeling of shock and almost admiration, I looked at the qiē in front of me, of course, I was not looking at these angels and demons, but at the battles that had been born here.

Those wingless angels and demons are just some cannon fodder, but double-winged, four-winged, and even six-winged can be seen occasionally.

The hierarchical system in the Dark Continent - wingless angels and demons all have the strength of monster leaders in the third world, and next, the quasi-two-winged ones are equivalent to the elite, the two-winged ones are equivalent to the small bosses, and the quasi-four-winged ones are equivalent to the demon kings, and the four-winged ones are already the demon god level of Mephisto, Diablo and Baal, and the quasi-six-winged and six-winged ones are not daring to think about it at all.

Knowing this fact, my inner shock and admiration seemed to be taken for granted.

"Sizzle......"

When I was in my trance, my elbow accidentally touched something, and when I looked back, it was a four-winged angel holding a long sword in his hand, the four-winged angel's burly and heroic figure of more than four meters high, and the four gray wings more than three meters long behind it, like a phoenix with wings completely open, looking up at the past, giving people a kind of coldness and majesty like an undefeated god of war, but at this time, the back of the wings was inserted with several big swords, and even completely pierced to the chest, even so, it also held the big sword with those hands, and firmly inserted it on the ground, Half-squatting to support his body, he never fell, and his unyielding posture exuded the tragedy and poignancy that made people's blood boil.

And when I hit the ground, it was his sword. The weapon used by the four-winged angel can't be ordinary, but give me such a light touch, but with a "touch" sound, it turned into powder, and with the cold wind, it dissipated between the entire heaven and earth, fortunately, the body of the four-winged angel has long been integrated with the earth. So even though he lost his pillar, he still maintained that mighty appearance.

How many years of friction can be turned into powder by such a divine weapon, the irony is that only the sky

Called the body that never dies. Only in the years did it retain a piece that should not be saved, and this battlefield continued to continue.

The Battle of Doom!

A flash of realization crossed my mind, yes, except for the battle of the end. What kind of war can be so tragic and so desolate, this is the final battlefield between gods and demons. It is a place that has been forsaken by God.

No one knows the exact time of this war, because it was born 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 the endless battlefield. The cemetery, looking at the countless corpses with different postures and expressions. The heart is full of indescribable vicissitudes, what is it that can make the angel who spreads light and hope show a face of despair? What is it that can make demons who take pleasure in spreading sin and death look in fear?

Although I don't have any good feelings for either angels or demons, this vicissitudes of life is a unique tragic and tragic sadness for the battle of the end, and a feeling for the countless strong disappearances, and has nothing to do with hatred. In this life, I may never forget the scene in front of my eyes, yes, there is nothing like the feeling that this land has brought me, compared to the monster attack that was already a spectacular war in my heart, it seems so childish and ridiculous.

I touched my face, a wet touch, and before I knew it, I was already in tears, it was the cry of the wind, the sorrow of the earth.

However, I still walked forward step by step, feeling those corpses of different shapes with my heart little by little, they are the living dictionary of the Doomsday War, each corpse can make me feel a different tragedy.

As if under some kind of traction, I walked straight in one direction, and then, along the way, there were fewer and fewer wingless angels and demons, and finally disappeared completely, and the wings, four wings, and even six wings, gradually became the protagonist here.

I don't know how long, but suddenly in the shaky distance, a big mountain appeared, and something seemed to flash on the mountain, and I strode over - maybe there I could find the answer to this dream.

When I completely walked to the foot of the mountain, the shock in my heart was indescribable, what kind of mountain is this, this is the 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 of countless six wings, and countless gray and black wings were intertwined, which was clearly the strongest tomb in the world!

However, I didn't stop, as if I was enchanted, step by step, stepping on these strong bodies that can make me die thousands of times with a casual breath, and slowly walked to the top of this "mountain".

That's a sword,

A long sword stuck high on the peak, overlooking the entire battlefield.

The only color between heaven and earth is emanating from its body.

When I saw it for the first time, the battlefields that I had just drawn into my mind were all squeezed out of my mind, and everything added up was not as shocking as it.

The white steel-like hilt, slightly narrow in the middle, a bit of wavy concave and convex, the tail is diamond-shaped, thicker, the overall line is simple and soft, without any patterns and gemstone decorations, but it looks quite thick, giving people a feeling of being very restrained to hold.

The gauntlet part may be the only gorgeous part of the whole sword, the gauntlets on both sides are closed white wings, the lines are simple but attentive, it looks like it is alive, it is about to be unfolded at any time, the center of the wings, there is one on each side, or the whole is inlaid in it, and the red polygonal diamonds on both sides are exposed, there seems to be something flashing inside, and if you don't look closely, you think it's a dazzling hallucination.

Below the gem, is the resolute sword body, from the "mountaintop" exposed part, the whole sword body is about four fingers wide, the middle is slightly thick, the two sides are flashing with a cold light, than the knight used the heavy sword on the one size smaller, the size looks like a woman's broadsword, the whole sword body straight down, the straight line gives people a concise and comfortable feeling, in one sentence to describe, that is, simple but not simple.

However, this small broadsword, which was completely incomparable in appearance to other dark gold or artifact-level gorgeous swords, exuded the only light between heaven and earth, shining brighter than any dark gold and more dazzling than any artifact.

"You're finally here......"

A faint neutral voice echoes in the silence of the apocalyptic battlefield, as if with endless majesty and vicissitudes.

"I am the Holy Sword, Evria, and it is a pleasure to meet you, salvation, my master."

From that sword, a voice continued to make me feel in a dilemma, because I didn't know if I should have a shocked or confused expression on my face now, and if the two of them were staged together, it would be a little more difficult.

However, fortunately, there have been too many strange events recently, from crossing over to Belial, all of which seem to me to be quite supernatural phenomena, and I am used to them now.

Soon, I suppressed all kinds of chaotic thoughts and asked the most practical questions.

"Where is this, how did I end up here, and, Holy Sword, what is the origin of that ......, that is, you?"

Sorry, although it seems to mention the name just now, but in keeping with the best habits of a dragon descendant, for the more complex Western names, it is usually left ear in and right ear out.

"As you can see, this is the ...... of the Doomsday Battlefield"

The strange thing that claimed to be the Holy Sword, with a good temper, did not annoy me with my forgetfulness, but continued to speak in that low, neutral voice without hurry.

"As for why you're here, I'm sorry I pulled you in without your permission, but rest assured, this is the first and probably the last ......."

"As for me......"

The Holy Sword fell silent as if he had an appetite.