It rained heavily, and the land was polluted again.

Even the land that has been reclaimed by the United Kingdom's Last Hope is the same, as long as there are no intelligent creatures to inhabit it, and the place without God's protection will be temporarily taken away by the Filth, and soon the Filthy Beasts will [grow] from the polluted land.

Fortunately, as long as it is in the kingdom, these filths are just rootless water, and the land will be "purified" after the birth of filthy beasts, as long as the filthy beasts do not have the opportunity to devour their souls, they can be removed in time.

Hundreds of years have passed, intelligent life has long survived the crisis of extinction, and the short-lived species have actually gradually adapted to the current life, if it were not for those immortal species, the so-called [Reconquista] would have become [expanding the territory] - in fact, people who secretly think so are already the mainstream.

But there are always exceptions.

When heavy rain with filth falls, the blasphemous aura will fill all areas that are not densely populated, and no amount of enchantments and circles can guarantee that no filthy beasts will infiltrate the kingdom with their secretive aura.

As the rain gradually became lighter, a monster that had lost the cover of its breath faintly revealed its figure, it seemed to be the shadow of a giant, half pulled out of the ground by some kind of existence with brute force, while having a general human form, it was not clear from the ground, the terrifying shadow more than ten meters high staggered forward at a very fast speed, and every step was like falling on the ground.

It shouldn't be here, the environment here has no filthy power to support its massive body, and the giant shadow, which had been in a state of hunger, became even more frantic as it lost the support of the rain, and after devouring, or rather, drowning all the other filthy beasts around it, it was still not satisfied, and it could only walk towards the nearest place with the breath of the soul.

At this point, at the edge of the shield of the village of Springpup, a deer-shaped filthy beast was taking shape, and it was still struggling to pull itself up from the ground, but the act had already consumed the rain-falling filth from the surrounding land—it was too late to form, and the rain was almost stopping.

In order to gain strength, the shadow of the deer rushed to the village's shield without any idea, almost knocking itself into a puddle of mud, provoking a string of youthful laughter on the other side of the shield.

If an adult saw this, he would be furious: how many lives did he dare to stand on the edge of the shield when the heavy rain had just stopped? You must know that most of the filthy beasts at this time have not yet become weak, but they are hungry enough!

The teenagers who were watching the self-destruction process of an unlucky ghost didn't pay much attention to this, the place they were in now had ceased to be a border twenty years ago, and a heavy rain was nothing more than the birth of a few filthy beasts, maybe they didn't need to hire adventurers, and the village self-police regiment could solve it.

Normally, when it rains heavily, they go to watch the animals that are restless because of the filthy smell, but one person found this unlucky ghost formed at the edge of the village, so the boys naturally gave up the livestock that they had long been tired of seeing.

Interestingly, the age of twenty has become a watershed moment in this village: there is a faint generation gap between adults who have experienced large-scale beast attacks and teenagers who have been scared by their elders for more than ten years, but have only seen the corpse of the beast.

For the teenagers, the chaotic traps set up by the self-police group outside the village are quite scary, and basically all the teenagers who try to sneak out of the village have suffered, and it makes people wonder who these traps are used for.

Occasionally, however, there were merchants passing by, but they could always hear about other villages.

Because of the story of how many people were injured by the filthy beasts born by the heavy rain, and even how many people died.

Until last year, these stories always ended with the wandering merchants lamenting the safety of the village, but now they have been replaced by one sentence: "It really deserves to be the hometown of the young sword master!"

Thinking of this, one of the idlers who looked at the scenery outside the protective shield to pass the time laughed and said: "Isn't the cheap master of our young sword saint useless, although none of the other people who learn swords with him have a good future, but our self-police regiment can at least guard the village, right?"

As soon as this "fair word" is spoken, these teenagers who have just finished raining heavily and have nothing to do can be regarded as finding a topic to relieve their boredom.

"Are you talking about those unproductive people, including yourself?"

"It's like you didn't steal a sword from him!"

“...... I think, is it still that we are not talented?"

"Come on, it's just that he doesn't have real skills! Didn't there be a lot of big people in the capital before? He said that he was going to ask the master of the young sword saint to take care of their homes......

"Don't talk about it! You still take care of the home and nursing home, the big man is looking for a leader in the army! But well, if that guy really has the ability, he should have been invited away at that time, why do you still stay in this broken village?"

"You're the Smith imp, aren't you?" a hoarse voice rang out from behind the last teenager to speak.

It was as if there was a rat in the textile room, and the boys were as frightened as the female workers, for fear that they would become targets if they spoke out.

No matter how cheap the master is, no matter how much he thinks he has no real ability, he is also the master of the popular young sword master!

Which of the teenagers has not been asked by their parents at home to remember to please the cheap master Roth, so as not to be put in small shoes by him in the future, which is good, and he was caught talking badly behind his back!

Roth, who was standing behind the teenagers, sighed, he knew that these teenagers didn't have a good impression of him, after all, a group of children, one by one, hoped that he could also be a young sword saint, but after trying everything to please him, he didn't get anything, and he said something bad behind his back in disappointment.

Roth brushed back his hair, which had been obscuring his eyes because he had been unpaid for too long, and said to the boys, "It's just raining heavily, don't hang around around the edge of the shield, and go back to your own house!" ”

The teenagers who got permission ran away with a hula and scattered, and it was rare that no one took advantage of the time to run away and say a few words to find a scene.

After confirming that the teenagers were out of sight, Roth stepped out of the shield.

A faint glow lingered on him, purifying the filth of the sparse rain.

This is God's protection.

It is said that at the time of the establishment of the United Kingdom's Last Hope, the already weakened gods gave the last protection to all the survivors at the cost of a near-permanent slumber.

This guardian protects intelligent beings from filth, and when they live in a horde, it creates shields that filter and purify water and land.

God has placed His hope in His people, and His people have lived up to that expectation.

Humans of various nationalities, elves, dwarves and other races that have long intersected with humans, even the dark and the terrible ant-man have united in the face of the world's crisis, and this is why the United Kingdom called [Last Hope] was born.

Isn't it a good thing that the world was once on the verge of destruction, and that young people can now watch the dying beasts for fun?

Lot drew his sword and slashed through the fawn-like beast, giving it a blast.

Then he looked at his sword and thought of the discussion that the teenagers had just discussed, and couldn't help but feel a little distracted.

Rot, who was born as a member of the village's self-police corps, once had an apprentice, Joel, who ran away from the village three years ago to become an adventurer.

He had taught almost every adult in the village how to swordsmanship, but the only one who really regarded him as a master was that kid.

The boy who took away his dream can grow up so fast!

In just two years, he was called the Young Sword Master, so what about now?

From the moment he found out that Joel had run away, his goal in life was only "worthy of his apprentice", but now it seems that ......

The shaking of the earth disrupted his thoughts.

The breath, the sound, and the suffocating sensation.

It's as if suddenly going back to twenty years ago, a precursor to a massive attack!

Without even time to think about why, Roth rushed to the source of the tremors.

After a few minutes, he found his target, a large group of lowly-level filthy beasts, with no entities attached, borrowing only the shadow of a wild animal, and the most threatening of all was the shadow of a tiger.

But there were too many of them, as if all the filthy beasts within a radius of a hundred miles were marching here.

Even if it is too late to notify the self-police regiment now, there will be no casualties, but the field may not be saved!

This is unacceptable to Roth.

Taking a deep breath, he put away his long sword, acting too threatening to make these guys run away from him, and no matter how much he chased and killed, he couldn't catch up with this number.

He didn't have time to think about why this abnormal situation was happening, he controlled his breath, tried to make himself appear as tempting as possible, and tried to lure the filthy beasts away.

But they were still running, and the hungry beasts were completely oblivious to a delicious soul appearing before them.

Roth's back is soaked in cold sweat, this is not an attack, this is an escape!

And the giant shadow was still moving quickly and staggeringly, its huge size preying on the little things that were fleeing at full speed with clumsy movements.

It is driven not only by hunger, but also by the anger of being imprisoned for a long time, and it is eager to vent!

The man who had imprisoned it was watching its every move through a crystal ball along with the other nobles.

"It's too late to stop now, right? That's the future master of the Sword God!" a white-skinned Wicken man with a perfect brown mustache stroked his beard and persuaded in a steady voice.

A woman wearing a Western-style Xiluo-style dress with plenty of lace and bright purple fabric, with the face of the Oriental Qin and Han Kingdoms, covered half of her face with a fan to hide her expression, but at the same time showed her emotions in a tone of voice without care.

"Next time you have an opinion, be sure to say it before the plan is officially implemented," she said. It's hard to imagine that an indecisive person like you can become a nobleman......"

Another oriental face, a male military general dressed in Qin and Han-style armor, each beat a stick and said: "Juan'er, Raft is a nobleman of military achievements, you must give him enough respect! But what Juan'er said is also reasonable, Raft, your personality has been pulling your hind legs, I really hope that you can have a better performance on the battlefield, and we still have a lot of lost territory belonging to mankind to regain!"

"Can we stop the senseless personal attacks?" a handsome elf dressed in strange armor with many hollowed-outs and a lot of skin was impatient, "Raft, it is precisely because he is the master of our future sword god that I will contribute such a precious pet! If he lives to the day when the sword god ascends the throne, he will definitely be sublimated as a god, do you really want a waste to ride on our heads and be powerful?"

"What if he has real skills, do you want to make a feud with a future god?" said Raft's exaggerated eyebrows and beard, which perfectly expressed his bitterness.

"He has the ability, that's better!" Dongfang General shouted, "We can have one more strong man, and the speed at which we can regain this world that belongs to mankind will be faster!"

"Who knows this is about us?" said Juan Er fanning, "who will tell you, or me? That village was attacked by giant filthy beasts twice twenty-five years ago and twenty years ago, and now it's just one more time, and no one will doubt it." ”

“...... Was there a ...... in that village during that time?" Raft's eyes lit up.

"Look! someone has appeared!" The reddish mage of the Xiluo tribe, who had not participated in the conversation of the other nobles, had been monitoring the crystal ball, and drew everyone's attention back to the scene.

I saw a sword-wielding man wearing a gray cloak and a gray aura wrapped in gray breath that could not see his face clearly appeared in front of the giant shadow.

"Lafft!" Jull suppressed her screams with almost opera singer control, "Didn't you say there would be no adventurers in this area!"

"That's not an adventurer, at least not a registered one. Raft stroked his beard and said, "Our future sword god is preparing to return to his hometown, and the attention of this area is on him. And the village of Sprunpu is notoriously oily for adventurers, I have memorized the information of adventurers who may have passed through this place during this time period, that gray-clothed man is definitely not an adventurer, maybe it is some chivalrous man of your Qin and Han dynasties......"

The elf looked disgusted as Juan El screamed, shook his head, and asked the mage, "What is that gray air that hides his face?

"There's no way he's going to find out, and there's nothing on him that interferes with my spells, and I can assure you that what you see through this crystal ball is indistinguishable from being there. Several runes floated in the mage's hand, but the scene in the crystal ball did not change, and the watchers still couldn't see the gray-clad man.

"So what is he hiding from him, and what's the point of hiding his identity from the filthy beast?"

"Nope. The mage didn't seem to understand that this was a rhetorical question.

Before the elf got angry, he finally added another sentence: "Maybe one, it's his habit, maybe two, it's some kind of side effect, and he can't control it." ”

The Eastern Military General didn't say a word, just looked at the sword in the hand of the gray-clothed man.

In the crystal ball, the giant shadow let out a terrifying roar in the face of the soul breath that made it salivate and hated it, and pounced on the small gray figure like a building toppling.

The gray-clothed man cautiously jumped backwards a few feet, and at the same time slashed out the sword qi with his long sword, slashing towards the giant shadow.

The huge impact force directly knocked away the sword qi, and the scars on the giant shadow's body had healed in less than a breath, and the giant shadow that couldn't hit it grabbed forward with both hands, crawling and hitting the ground and crushing the gray-clothed man, leaving a large black pit on the ground with each blow.

Seeing this, the man in gray did not continue to retreat, but took the initiative to meet it and ran to the side of the giant.

The giant shadow threw a fist at him, and although the man in gray had already galloped at full speed, the long sword in his hand still collided with the side of the black giant's arm, and the gray aura on the long sword was dispersed, revealing a three-foot sword light that lingered around the sword body.

He was knocked several meters away from the impact, but the part of the Shadow's arm that was stuck to the ground was also severed by him.

The Shadow's arm stiffened slightly, but soon many black shadows regrew like the aerial roots of a banyan tree, reconnecting it to the ground.

Seeing this, the Dongfang military general slapped his thigh, pointed to the crystal ball and shouted: "See......! Our future sword god is also a sword cultivator!"

Raft frowned and said: "Isn't the Fengjian Sect of the Qin and Han Kingdoms good at cultivating swords, although it is difficult to learn and use, even after hundreds of years of swordsmanship exchanges after the establishment of the United Kingdom, this trick is still basically not learned except for their own sect, but there are still exceptions. There has been no registration of adventurers, nosy, and hidden, which is perfectly in line with the style of the so-called chivalrous men of your Qin and Han dynasties. ”

This sentence seems to have touched the string of the Eastern general, and it is ...... that you bureaucrats in the West have taken him off topic.

The elf saw that the weakness of his "pet" was discovered, but he was not in a hurry, and said to Juan Er: "There is a sword user near the hometown of the future sword god that no one knows, is there really such a coincidence?

Juan Er glanced at him, and when his eyes passed by his bare skin, he rubbed the oil by the way, and said: "It's very similar, but the right arm should weigh 2 kilograms, and the left arm is about 1 kilogram, and it is difficult to judge that the number of times his left arm exerts force is not much." Both legs are at least five kilograms heavier than that Roth, and I can't tell by the crystal ball that I can judge the waist and abdomen. ”

"So much worse?" the elf asked incredulously, "Obviously the size doesn't seem that different......"

"Our human race is different from your elven physique, and when the fighting spirit, or internal strength, is full, the body will become heavier. Juan Er raised her eyebrows a little unhappily because she was questioned.

"And what about your conclusion?" asked Raft as he secretly condensed his fighting qi on his left arm to test Juan'er's words.

"The conclusion is very similar, but I can't be sure, after all, that Lot doesn't have such a lot of fighting energy, and I've only seen him now, so I can't speculate what it would be like if he had more energy. Juan Er simply covered her face with a fan.

"What about this ......"

"It's almost time to win!" the mage interrupted the analysis, once again drawing everyone's attention back to the battle itself.

After discovering that the Shadow had lost its "roots" that were sticking to the ground, and that those "roots" were not recovering very quickly, the Grayman began to run around the Shadow and slash frequently.

Soon, the giant shadow could only crawl close to the surface because most of its "roots" had been cut off, and even if it relied on its huge size, the speed of its movement was actually not slow, but in the face of an enemy that was constantly circling around it, the giant shadow that had become too clumsy could only be beaten passively.

And its terrifying regenerative ability was finally found by the man in gray in the process of continuous injury and healing.

Although it seemed to heal instantly, the Grayman found that one side of each wound always healed faster, and by creating wounds all over the Giant Shadow's body, the Grayman successfully confirmed one thing.

Those on the faster side of recovery, all point to the same point.

The man in gray no longer tempted, quickly circled behind the giant shadow, jumped three steps at it, each step was farther and faster, and stabbed at that point with his sword as he leaped out in the third step!

"The three-stage sprint of the Homeric school!" Raft exclaimed, "Using the Eastern cultivation method, but mainly using Western-style swordsmanship, the same style as the future sword god!"

"It's okay if it's really that Roth, but if it's another apprentice taught by Roth, it's a bit of a pity......," the elf said with some distress.

"What does this mean?" the Dongfang military general wondered, "Isn't it a good thing that there is one more potential newcomer?"

"Because he's probably going to die. The elf shook his head.

In the scene of the crystal ball, a mutation suddenly appeared!

The man in gray managed to make a large hole in the giant shadow, and the big hole did not recover immediately.

But the next moment, the man in gray did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but tried to escape at full speed!

When the giant shadow found that the prey was about to flee, he no longer concealed it, but actually gave up the form of the giant and pounced on the man in gray like a wave!

The Dongfang military general was also surprised: "That core is actually fake!? Does it have this level of wisdom?"

"Don't think too low of my standards for pets. The elf snorted and said, "But as long as you have the ability to cut it in half in one go, this little trick will not be useful, and it is not as good as those filthy beasts that are just powerful in recovery." can only blame this gray-clothed man for his lack of strength. ”

As soon as the words fell, the gray-clothed man who was about to be engulfed by the black wave burst out with a huge sword, tore open the giant shadow, and forcibly rushed out!

"Serious injury to the right leg. Juan Er picked up a cup of black tea out of nowhere, took a sip and then put it back somewhere, and ruthlessly recounted, "He can't escape, and if he can't come up with any killing moves, he'll die here." ”

Raft said to the mage: "Stukov, you should have a way to make a move, right? Since the other party may be the junior brother of the future sword god, and he has also shown good strength, do you want to save him here? This can also make the future sword god owe us a favor." ”

The elf resolutely objected: "What if this man in gray is that Rot?

The Dongfang military general didn't say anything, but he couldn't help but slander in his heart.

This elf is now clearly dissatisfied with the fact that there may be one more seat for the human race in the new gods, if this gray-clothed man is really Rot, it means that this person has the ability to hide his strength in front of himself and others, although the combat power he shows now is still average, but it is also a warrior with merit.

Before, he agreed to this plan, just because he didn't want a waste to become a representative of the human race in the new gods, but if Roth had the strength of this gray man, although it was still not amazing, it would not be ashamed.

But now that he has come to this point, he doesn't feel that the strength of this gray-clothed man is worth offending this elf.

Juan Er looked at the other four people present and smiled at Stukov: "It's okay, one vote for, one vote against, and two abstentions." Stukov, decide for yourself whether you want to shoot or not. ”

Stukov, the mage of the Silo tribe, glanced back at Juan Er, snorted dissatisfiedly, and said, "Are you spending too much energy arguing? I'm just here to show you the images over there like a servant, and you don't even pay attention to it?"

The other four were caught off guard by his reaction.

Stukov was still puzzled, and said to the Eastern General: "Raft, it's just that Juan Er and Mylok can't see it, Wang He, even you can't see it, when does he need me to save him?"

As the man in gray broke out of the shadow encirclement, his right calf was eroded by filth.

The Giant Shadow was obviously deliberate, and instead of rushing to catch up with the prey whose mobility had been damaged, it slowly "pulled up" itself from the ground again, and the "roots" that had been cut off before had been restored at this time.

However, when it looked back at its prey, it noticed that the other party had taken a strange pose.

The man in gray raised his right leg to the knee, stood alone with his left leg, held a long sword in front of him in his right hand, and pointed at the sky with his left hand.

The rain stopped.

The Eastern military general Wang He was dumbfounded.

The Giant Shadow failed to understand the significance of its opponent's actions, it had already paid too much price, and it had to devour the high-quality soul in front of it immediately!

Just at the moment when the giant shadow was about to pounce.

The sunlight pierced the clouds and shone on the gray-clothed man, and the gray dust rose without wind, outlining an invisible sword in the beam.

The man in gray stepped out of his right foot in pain, and the long sword in his right hand slashed forward.

The Shadow was still not aware of any danger, and a huge black wave seemed to obscure the first clear sky.

The gray-clothed man's left hand was faster than his right hand, and at the beginning of the long sword slash, the finger of his left hand slapped on the blade of the sword.

The longsword is gone.

The entire lower half of the Shadow is gone.

In the violent concussions and tinnitus, the image in the crystal ball turned into a cloud of noise.