That year, the power of the Cult of the Supreme God had begun to cover the entire continent.

In that year, the shadows of dark spirits began to appear frequently in the southern land.

That year, the Dark Protoss received an order from the Great Ancestor for a long time, and suddenly began to rescue all kinds of dark races from the continent that were becoming increasingly rare.

That year, one day the sun didn't come out all day, and the shadow of the moon blocked the sun's rays, leaving the entire continent in dark shadows.

That year was the last year of the Old Continent calendar, and an unknown demon king had descended somewhere in the middle of the continent.

That year, in the Nanami, which humans did not know, many ancient dreamers who had to fall into a semi-permanent slumber because they could not move their bodies woke up from their sleep in amazement and set their sights on the last piece of land above the Nanami.

That year, the nightmare of humanity and the intelligent races of the entire continent struck, the demon king known as the Necromantic Monarch awakened countless dead people under the earth, and the entire continent was swept under the purple moonlight.

I don't know how many glorious races have disappeared into the dust of history like that, and I don't know how many heroes have fallen at the feet of the bones of the undead army.

There was no declaration of war, no demand for anything, the silent undead legion simply followed a fixed trajectory, starting from the center of the continent to destroy almost all intelligent races.

The fear and despair that humanity felt at that time cannot be forgotten even after 300 years.

And in a place unknown to mankind, the ancient dreamers who had personally experienced the war of the shattering of heaven and earth invariably remembered the power of the "gods" they felt for the first time.

That's right, it's the same level of power, a power that transcends this world. Like the Lord of Radiance and the Lord of Deep Blue, it's just that he has been given the title of "Demon King" by humans.

And unlike the Lord of the Deep Blue, who had long since fallen asleep, the Lord of the Blue Sky who had never appeared, this transcendent existence that had been infused with the name of the Demon King had not disappeared yet, and even some ancient fantasy species knew where she was.

She was "there", as if she was waiting for something, and she had been in that cold and lonely place for three hundred years.

The crisis that humanity has been causing has never disappeared, and neither has the terrifying undead army disappeared from this world. They are just waiting, waiting for the will of the sovereign.

I have to say that human beings are a very intelligent and special race, although the original source of human treasures is from the dream of the wind fish, the initial magic is almost all stolen from the goblin clan and the dragon clan (except for the starry sky magic), the initial martial arts are still learned from the giant clan, but in the hands of humans, these different sources of power are wonderfully fused together, and finally form an unimaginably huge system.

In this system, more than one person has transcended the limitations of humanity's own race and found the "door". Although it is difficult for humans to compare with the dreamy species that are born with doors, wisdom has given humans infinite possibilities.

A hundred years is not enough time for some powerful races to sleep and recuperate, but for the vast majority of human beings, it is already a lifetime, and it is precisely because life is so short that human beings can burst out with unimaginable power after possessing wisdom.

The first ninth-level of the human race appeared in a distant era that was now unsearchable, and for many powerful beings in this world, it was just a small accident in daily life.

However, what happened later was beyond everyone's imagination, in just a few hundred years, there were more than three ninth-level powerhouses in the human race, and the final combat power had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Since then, although there has been a period of decline, the human race has never severed the inheritance of the ninth-level powerhouse, and has begun to try to further narrow the distance with the fantasy species that represents the strongest power in the world.

In the end, humanity did it, partly due to the Church's divine magic, and more to humanity's own struggle. Humans replaced the decaying Goblin Court as the true masters of the continent, and unleashed the power of the Light Sacred Book to annihilate almost all the remaining ancient god-level demons.

Subsequently, a king was born among mankind, who is unique even in modern times. He unified the entire continent and made the entire continent have only one voice.

He built a vast treasury, collected countless treasures and materials from all over the world, and ambitiously built an invincible armada in an attempt to set out for the wider Seven Seas.

However, in the end, the king was not able to complete the great feat of the King of the Seven Seas, even though he was close to being invincible at the time, and could be called the perfect king of heroes in human fantasy.

It was not any enemy that defeated him, but time, and he was never defeated in his life, but died in an inexorable old age.

The first and most glorious era of mankind came to an end with the fall of this king.

At that time, human beings began to realize that if human beings want to become the strongest race, the biggest enemy is no one else, and it is the limitations of human beings themselves.

Human beings, even if they are peerless powerhouses who have crossed the door, still have to face a fatal flaw, that is, their own life origin has an upper limit from the beginning, if they can't exceed this limit, even if they are as close to an invincible powerhouse as the hero king, they can't avoid the decay of life.

The ninth level that human beings have reached is completely different from the ninth level of those ancient races. Although it can even surpass those ancient beings in the realm of power, it lacks the most important life force itself.

To express this distinction in terms of the concept of the "Holy Grail", which is the root of magic, all that humans have in their hands is the "Holy Grail of Wisdom", while those ancient races have obtained the "Holy Grail of Life".

Super Warcraft has strong magic power and vitality but it is difficult to advance, and there may only be a little progress for thousands of years; humans can achieve level nine in just one hundred years, but they cannot resist the power of time, and eventually they will turn into dust before they can reach even three hundred years.

Super Warcraft envy the vitality and growth rate of human beings, but human beings are jealous of the casual attitude of Super Warcraft who don't use time as time, which is probably the best interpretation of what you can't get.

However, it is not without exception among human beings that they have broken this boundary and attained eternity.

Legend has it that the man devoured the bodies of three feathered serpents and transformed himself into an eternal monster.

Legend has it that that man was born with the blood of a god.

And at this moment, in the Solstice of the White Day, a new god is born in this sky.

(To be continued)