Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 1704 The Hope of Giving

How long has it been since I looked up and saw the bright sun?

In Argyll, one of the only remaining bright cities in the continent of Arad, many residents looked up at the gray and gloomy sky, taking pleasure in bitterness, and described the flickering and frightening thunder as the gaze of the gods, bringing light for a short time.

The sun shines warmly and brilliantly on the earth, the river is crystal clear, the mountains are verdant, the breeze is fresh, and a hundred flowers are blooming... The beautiful scenery is not so precious in the main dimension, or something that has long been taken for granted, but the residents of the chaotic dimension are only in I have seen it in ancient books.

Doomsday world!

Darkness has shrouded the world for more than 700 years, and generations have been reborn and buried. To put it bluntly, 90.00% of people have lost their "fighting spirit" to defeat chaos!
From birth to growth, and even to decay in their twilight years, what they see and hear about this world is the same gray sky, barren soil, and ubiquitous pretenders... The vegetation has also become somewhat distorted in order to adapt to the environment , looking weird.

This is a completely rigid way of thinking. The darkness has lasted for too long.

It is not more than ten years, decades of "inheritance", the unfinished business of the ancestors, the younger generations should be brave and inherit the will.

From Arad 258 to 993... No matter how passionate and unyielding the will was, it was gradually buried in the past time and became a handful of loess.

The two cities of light, Argyle and Celiti, have changed from the initial goal of "eliminating chaos and welcoming the light" to guarding the last place of mankind.

"My lord!" A guard rushed over, his face hard to hide his panic, and said: "In the northern Stru Mountains, a team got the news that a huge gap was opened in the sky, and there was a transfer phenomenon, and countless pretenders seemed to be sucked away. into another world."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Someone asked. He was full of blood and strong body, with a huge sword like a door panel wrapped around his back with black cloth.

His name is Demian. He used to be a heroic berserker, but he was accidentally captured by the Kias forces. He underwent inhumane genetic modification, blended with a part of the blood of Warcraft, and completely liberated Kazan's curse.

But Demian was unyielding. After escaping, he was lucky enough to obtain the magic sword—Apophis. He used the evil power of the magic sword to counteract the crazy beast blood in his body. He is currently one of the strongest in Argyll, with the legendary peak strength. Very prestigious.

If one more pretender dies, both Argyle and Celiti will be safer, which is easy to understand.

"However, there is an army of pretenders assembled, and they are marching towards Argyll. The leading strong is the Queen of Pain who has fused ghosts, the Skeleton King with bones, and..." The voices of the guards trembled, "Despair The Tamart!"

The total area of ​​Argyle's territory is about half the size of Xuzu, which seems very impressive, but compared to the dark Arad continent, it is not even one percent of the total size.

There is a large holy barrier around the territory. It is said that this is the legacy of the young saint. According to ancient books, in order to protect Arad, he fought on the front line until he died of exhaustion, and never retreated half a step.

The army of pretenders flocked to Argyle's Blessed Barrier like a tide. Although the Kias forces often tried to break through, they were firmly blocked from the barrier. This was the first time that such a huge scale had occurred.

On the observation platform of the frontline sentry, the clergymen on duty are trembling all over. There are a large number of completely mutated pretenders, mixed with many transformed humans. The army of pretenders can't see the end at a glance, and they are densely surging here, which is frightening. be terrified.

A hell horse with blue flames burning all over its body, and the ground it passed burned to ashes. Taimat sneered ferociously, and the cloak on his shoulders was like a black sky, with magnificent and bloody spear patterns.

He hadn't shot for a long time, and the taste of the gun stained with blood was addictive.

"kill!"

The spear shattered the sky, the sharp edge bloomed, the black light soared, and a terrifying hurricane tornado roared, slamming into the materialized Holy Blessing Barrier.

Click!

Argyle's urgently assembled army was suddenly cold and stunned, their eyes full of disbelief.

The remains of the saints, the barrier defense that has sheltered Argyle for hundreds of years, and the confidence of the residents, unexpectedly revealed spider web-like cracks under the light of Taimat's spear.

As long as there are a few more attacks, it is only a matter of time before it shatters.

"Stupid human beings, don't you understand." Taimat called back the spear, pointed at him and sneered, "We don't attack Argyle and Celiti, it's not that we have no way to deal with the enchantment, but we deliberately give you some Self-righteous hope."

The God of Chaos pierced through the heavens and the earth, and was invincible. How could the enchantment left by the mere saint be helpless.

Leaving these two cities behind, admiring their joy, their hope, their eventual transformation into despair...is just a little fun for the Chaos Gods.

Now, the Chaos God's fun has changed. He wants to attack another mysterious dimension, another dimension where Michelle is still there, so the fun of Argyle and Celiti's existence is gone, and they are simply destroyed.

Berias has already led an army to attack another city of light, Celiti. It can break through the barrier in two days at most, slaughter the entire city, and replenish another million troops for the invasion of another world.

crisis!

Everyone in the city of Argyll was pale, and their dead gray eyes revealed deep despair.

"Hope" was originally a beautiful thing, but now it has become a plaything for the enemy to play with, a sliver of charity from the devil, and a silent mockery of chaos.

"For the sake of the light!" Demian blushed angrily, untied the seal of Apophis behind him, his blood surged wildly, and his eyes turned scarlet.

He directly entered the runaway state with strong sequelae, otherwise, he would have no chance of winning in front of the desperate Taimat who has been famous for hundreds of years.

"Kill! Not one left!" Taimart waved his spear ruthlessly.

Sure enough, the Holy Blessing Barrier was torn apart by the attack, and the mutated pretenders roared and swept from the sky and the earth like a tsunami, and had the cruelest collision with the army that radiated light.

In the beginning, the light was like a sharp knife, tearing apart the pretender's line, but the power of darkness is infinite, and no matter how dazzling the light is, it will gradually fade away.

A clergyman swung a huge Hammer of Repentance, and thunder filled the air, smashing a piece of pretender's body, but the burly body was covered by a tsunami-like monster, and the light was extinguished forever.

"No!"

A group of spearmen who used bright spears as weapons were about to burst into tears. After the Holy Blessing Barrier, there were newly planted fertile fields, and the harvest season would be two months away, which was related to the warmth of the people in the city.

Now being trampled by hordes of pretenders, the green is crushed into dust...

The Holy Blessing Barrier was shattered, the first line of defense was breached, the frontline troops suffered heavy losses, and the territory lost half again. The holy relic had exhausted its power, and the light was dim... The bad news one after another made Argyle Fell into a city full of stagnation.

"Great saint, please save us who are in despair." A little girl carefully took off her beautiful headdress in front of the statue of Michelle and offered it as a flower.

The statue of the young saint is lifelike, with a resolute expression, looking into the distance.

Two lines of tears suddenly flowed from the holy eyes shaped by the stubborn stone.

The battle was cruel. Demian's seven orifices were bleeding, and the magic sword was knocked into pieces. He roared, blood beads oozed from the surface of his skin, and turned into a terrifying human-shaped blood demon, pounced on the soldiers in the army of pretenders in the posture of eating the moon. Skeleton King.

It was a reformer who was not weaker than him. It was said that the bones in his body came from the underworld, so he had the power to awaken the dead infinitely.

Many soldiers who had just died in battle straightened their bleeding bodies under his magic, and rushed towards Argyle who was still guarding just now.

Fireworks filled the sky, blood flowed like a river, and looking around, I couldn't see "hope" at all...

"what!"

An incomparably shrill scream awakened Demian's nearly comatose consciousness a little bit. He was captured by the army of pretenders. Because the transformed body was very valuable, he was not killed directly.

"Who is that...?!" Demian struggled to open his blood-smeared eyes, and suddenly saw the Skeleton King who was showing off his might just now, screaming that his body was blown apart by a punch from a mysterious man, and he was blown into pieces all over the sky. .

Ye Lin frowned. After he arrived, it took him a while to get used to the fainting feeling of crossing the border, but he didn't expect such a big change suddenly.

It seems that Ozma in this dimension wants to cross the border to the main dimension, so he is going to kill the two bright cities so as not to leave any future troubles.

　Thanks to the boss "&Ling Duyu&" for the 500 point reward.

　　3000 points reward for "calligraphy and painting".

　　100 points reward from "N'an".

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　　The second one will be late, I wrote it wrong, I forgot something... under revision ○|￣|_
　　
　
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