It was a dark and rainy night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the Valley of the Blades of the Tower of Ending, the bell had struck twelve times, and Chu Crassus still knelt in front of the huge knight's statue with his eyes closed.

His whole body was wet with heavy rain, but he didn't feel it.

Crassus's hands were resting on a cross sword studded with silver diamonds, the body of the sword was smooth and graceful, and on the front and back of the sword, two lines of words written in ancient imperial Chinese were engraved:

[My generation struggles]

[Truth is eternal]

His face was pressed against the hilt of his sword.

Crassus's eyes tightened as she closed them.

Why.

Is there such a noble purpose behind our existence?

The enemy we are trying our best to defeat is ......

Why.

"Lake Flowing Blade", Tristab is leading a full hundred and fifty finishing swordsmen, watered by heavy rain, galloping in the direction of the Valley of the Blades.

When the bloodstained messenger left his last words in his arms, he instinctively felt a palpitation.

"Blade Valley... Sword... Die..."

As the largest Sword Trial Valley in the Tower of Completion, the Valley of the Blades has an incomparably solid defensive force, with more than 200 mortal-level Termination Swordsman apprentices, more than 50 super-level Termination Swordsmen studying here, and several Extreme Realm Termination Knights guarding here.

There is even the garrison of the most famous swordsman of the Terminator Tower for more than ten years, one of the guardians of the Knight's Temple, and the inheritor of the Extreme Realm with the title of "Defender of Truth".

Such a reliable force has reached the point where it is necessary to send messengers for help?

Hurry up, hurry up!

Tristab, with unconcealed anxiety, flicked his whip again and again, and the horse's hooves splashed on the muddy road.

Finally, Tristab and his swordsmen, galloping at all costs, rushed into the Valley of the Blades.

Tristab's heart sank.

Even in the heavy rain, he could still smell the heavy smell of blood.

A bolt of lightning fell on the knight's boulder statue at the top of the Blade Valley, and in an instant, the entire Blade Valley was reflected as if it were day.

All the swordsmen were stunned.

Everything around, it's red.

Sanguine.

The horses under their crotches had begun to stir, their hooves trampling back and forth in the red rain restlessly.

Countless corpses, in different poses, spread to every corner of the valley. There were apprentices, swordsmen, knights, healers, and even envoys and retinues from various countries.

Tristab threw a hard punch in the saddle.

Damn it......

We're still, it's too late.

Tristab rolled over and dismounted.

The more than a hundred swordsmen behind him did not have any extra words, and they also turned over and dismounted neatly, slashed their swords and helmets, and formed a huge fan formation in pairs, with Tristab as the vanguard, moving slowly and cautiously.

Fighting, it's already their instinct.

Tristab was the only one who didn't have a helmet and didn't even draw his sword, his face solemn, and he moved sideways, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

As the rain faded, the square began to fall silent, except for the sound of the footsteps of one hundred and fifty-one finishing swordsmen, rubbing against their armor.

Tristab turned his head slightly, and by a hint of moonlight, he saw a corpse in front of him.

Judging by his attire, it was a heavily armored Finisher—on one knee, with his head tilted up to the sky, his hands still holding his steel heavy sword, his eyes full of disbelief and horror.

Tristab flipped open his helmet, revealing the face of a Far Easterner.

Tristab sighed.

It's Qin.

One of the eight Extreme Realm inheritors, the "Town Swordsman", is from Qin Moyang, who dreams of night.

Died by a sword piercing the eyebrows.

The knights had approached the center of the valley, the Colossus of Knights.

Tristab stopped abruptly and made a gesture behind him.

One hundred and fifty swordsmen, from front to back, stopped at the same time.

The atmosphere became more and more eerie and heavy.

With Tristab's second gesture, the swordsmen dispersed in an orderly manner, forming a group to the left and right of the valley, with the knight colossus as the center, faintly encircling.

Tristab grew nervous as he saw the figure beneath the Colossus.

"Crassus!"

Tristab shouted, and the surrounding swordsmen seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

At the very least, the legendary inheritor of the Extreme Realm in the Tower of the End, the lifelong guardian of the Knights' Temple, and the "Defender of Truth", Qiu Crassus, is still there!

Only Tristab became more and more uneasy.

Something must be wrong.

He thought.

The figure under the knight's statue finally slowly came back to his senses, and in his right hand, he still held the famous sword that shook the ancient and modern - "Eternal Truth".

The glimmer of light from the blade illuminated Crassus's face.

Tristab knew something was wrong.

In the Valley of the Blades, which is full of corpses, there is not a single corpse of a foreign enemy.

But the glittering blade of "Eternal Truth" was stained with blood.

Tristab swallowed and pulled the most terrible conjecture out of the water.

No.

"Crassus!"

Tristab spoke again with a slight panic.

But his right hand, which rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist, was tighter.

"What happened?"

Crassus finally turned around.

And at this moment, the face of this "truth defender" is filled with unprecedented despair and loneliness.

"Tristab, 'Lake Blade,'" Crassus laughed in a trance, "You say, we did everything we could to practice our swords to fight that scourge, right?"

Tristab frowned, the blade unsheathed—he saw the corpse beside Crassus.

That's Crassus's teacher.

"Doomsday" Mulekha.

"What's going on, Crassus?" Tristab's face turned cold, "Lord Mulekha, he must have died three years ago. ”

"He's not dead," Crassus chuckled, "he just changed jobs." ”

"And I just smashed his job. ”

Tristab's face was solemn, and he raised his sword.

Although he is also in the extreme realm, he is still some distance from the level of Crassus.

But he couldn't back down.

There is no way back for a swordsman.

The surrounding swordsmen understood Tristab's gesture, and though they couldn't believe it, they all gathered around it, holding the Crassus bag in the center.

"Tristab, you say," said Crassus, who seemed to be in a state of some abnormality, laughed nervously, "what we fear, what we hostto, what we want most?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, Crassus. Tristab said coldly, "Put your sword down and follow us back to the House of Inheritance." ”

"We fear power - so we fight against power. Crassus opened his arms and raised his head, letting the rain wash away the blood from him.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at the knight colossus above his head,

"But how can we use strength against power?"

Crassus smiled maniacally and grabbed the "Eternal Truth" on his knee.

"We can only embrace power. ”

He slowly stood up, looked at Tristab as if he were facing a great enemy, and smiled:

"Do you want to embrace power?"