Sanctum.
The milky white energy source rippled slightly, and Reinhart slowly floated from it. The crystal droplets slid down the shoulders and back and fell into the pool.
The moment his consciousness returned, the swordsman opened his eyes.
The holy white light poured down from the center of the dome, turning into countless floating feathers of light in mid-air. They fell lightly and landed on the white stone ground beside the pool.
He found that he was suspended in the center of the energy source, with all his limbs immersed in the light.
Every inch of skin and every muscle fiber is greedily absorbing this healing energy. The body that almost collapsed due to excessive stimulation of Power of Finality is being gently wrapped and repaired by layers of milky white light filaments.
Reinhart was at a loss for a moment, and then memories came back like a flood.
The giant blood-colored ball, Sword of Finality——a nearly fatal fight in the deep space of the universe.
Fortunately, he is still alive now.
Reinhart The tense nerves slowly relaxed.
"You're awake."
Suddenly, a gentle voice came.
Reinhart is played in a loop.
On the edge of Sanctum's energy source, stood Heroic Spirit.
On the white stone steps by the pool, a blond Heroic Spirit is standing leaning against a pillar.
He is tall and tall, with a handsome face. His bright blond hair is tied neatly behind his head, with a few strands of broken hair hanging down in front of his forehead, with a relaxed posture.
The blond Heroic Spirit saw Reinhart looking over and smiled slightly.
He walked down the steps and said, "Reinhart, the first swordsman of Sacred Aura - I am one of the leaders of Sanctum Heroic Spirit. I am mainly responsible for space teleportation. When you were unconscious in the vacuum of the universe, I used Star Network to teleport you back to Sanctum."
Reinhart sat up in the pool and nodded solemnly to Heroic Spirit.
"Thank you for your help."
"If I hadn't been teleported back to Sanctum in time, I would have died in the vacuum of the universe. I had lost consciousness at that time and it would be difficult to save myself."
"This is what I should do."
The blond Heroic Spirit waved his hand, not caring. "You are wielding a sword for the empire in deep space. If a swordsman like you is allowed to die alone in the darkness, that would be Sanctum's dereliction of duty."
Reinhart looked at him.
This face seemed vaguely familiar in my memory.
"I haven't asked yet," the swordsman asked, "What is your name?"
"Xia'er."
The blond Heroic Spirit smiled and added, "I was once a human, born Romanian States. Of course, that was a long, long time ago, and the territory of the empire has changed several times."
Reinhart was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized.
"I've heard your name."
He looked a little more solemn and said, "Flower Knight, Xia'er·Hines, one of the earliest humans to follow Red Emperor, followed the emperor long before Aura was founded, and unfortunately died in battle before the founding of the country."
"Your Majesty cherished his loyalty and bravery and transformed him into Heroic Spirit--hundreds of years have passed, and you still serve the empire as Heroic Spirit."
Hines Family belongs to the first-class human family among Sacred Aura.
More than one human Legendary Realm was born in this family.
The source of these Hines Legendary Realm is the blond Heroic Spirit in front of Reinhart, a real veteran and witness to the history of the empire.
"Oops."
Xia'er raised his eyebrows, blinked again, and said, "I am really honored that the number one swordsman in the empire knows me. It seems that my little name has not been completely forgotten after hundreds of years."
Reinhart shook his head.
"I dare not take it seriously."
"It is precisely because of the existence of seniors and sacrifices regardless of life and death that Sacred Aura can stand today. You are the true cornerstone and pillars of the empire, the real heroes, and I can only have a slightly sharper sword."
He said seriously.
Hearing this, Xia'er laughed heartily, but the smile quickly subsided, his self-reflection calmed down, and the conversation changed slightly.
"Okay, Reinhart, let's stop flattering each other."
"Although I do like hearing you praise me, now is not the time for casual chatting. The empire has more important things waiting for you."
Reinhart's expression immediately straightened up.
He stood up completely from the energy source, revealing his body that was basically restored to its original state. The swordsman moved his wrists, feeling the replenished power in his body, and raised his eyes to look at Xia'er.
"A spherical life form that appeared in space."
"I suspect that they are of the same origin as the meteor shower that fell towards Orotara before, and they are far more dangerous than that time. They are not like dead objects, but seem to be alive, and even I have tried my best to destroy them."
These three are all asteroid-level.
In comparison, previous meteorites were really insignificant.
"It's not suspicious."
"They have the same origin as meteorites and come from the same ancient will. This has been confirmed."
Commander Heroic Spirit looked at him and continued, "Your injuries are no longer serious. Now that you are awake, let's talk to Regent King first. Master Sorog has been waiting for you."
Reinhart changed clothes and walked out of the healing palace.
The moment he officially stepped into the Sanctum space, even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but pause slightly.
What you see is an extremely vast and vast world.
The majestic palace complex stretches out in the holy light, and the long bridge is like a rainbow, spanning between the turbulent clouds; countless figures of Heroic Spirit are either patrolling in formation, or practicing martial arts and swordplay, their bodies are flowing with a faint light, condensed like a solid body.
If it weren't for the faint glow around them, these Heroic Spirit would almost look like living people.
"Sanctum----This is also my first time here."
"The center of Star Network, the place where loyal souls of the empire rest and watch."
Reinhart walked slowly across a long bridge, thinking.
Walking to the center of the bridge, the holy light in front suddenly condensed, and the light twisted and stretched, outlining the image of a giant dragon.
The projection of Iron Dragon Sorog fell in front of him, its wing membrane drooping like an iron curtain, calmly watching the approaching swordsman.
"Reinhart, you did a good job. Atlant was saved from a catastrophe because of your sword."
"This achievement will be remembered by the empire."
He said slowly.
Reinhart stopped and looked up at the projection of Iron Dragon.
"Without the blessing of Star Network with all his strength, without the coordinated interception of Sanctum, Heroic Spirit and the soldiers, I would never have been able to achieve this with just one person and one sword."
"This honor belongs to all those who fight for the empire. It is not my fault alone."
Iron Dragon nodded, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.
Immediately, his expression darkened and he said, "The empire named the previous spherical life form Desolate Star." Now it can be basically concluded that they come from an ancient Primordial Wild God."
Primordial Wild God?
Reinhart This is the first time I heard this term.
Although he has entered Immortal Realm, he has been focusing on practicing swordsmanship and fighting for many years, and his knowledge is actually a bit narrow.
There were many secrets about the foundation of the world that he had not paid serious attention to in the past.
But Reinhart is not stupid. From Iron Dragon's tone and expression, he can judge the weight of these four words.
"Primordial Wild God, born together with Multiverse, are existences older than gods. They already exist in chaos before all things are finalized----"
Sorog said slowly, roughly telling the origin of Primordial Wild God.
Reinhart listened attentively, not missing a word.
After listening, his expression became more solemn.
"Regent King You mean----"
He looked sternly and said, "The previous three Desolate Star, are they just the beginning? The real threat is still behind?"
"Yes."
Sorog responded, "This is just the beginning."
Reinhart was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Where is Nausir?"
The swordsman's self-light became sharper and he said, "When I was fighting in the starry sky, I didn't see any of them Immortal One. However, with the size and speed of Desolate Star, no matter which piece of Bernardo they fall on, they will cause Calamity that will affect the entire world."
"They can't stay out of it."
Iron Dragon said with an expressionless face, "Aura With the presence of Star Network, we discovered the danger immediately and intercepted it immediately. Our response was fast enough."
"As for Nausir----"
He sneered, "According to the later report from Nausir's envoy, when Desolate Star approached Bernardo, unprecedented chaos broke out in their empire."
"Countless Elf lost their minds, fell into madness and madness, and even killed each other. Legendary Realm strong people were all affected.
"Their governing system was once paralyzed and they had no time to take care of themselves."
"By the time their top brass managed to restore order, Desolate Star had been solved by us.
Reinhart was slightly startled.
"How could this happen?"
He blurted out and wondered, "Didn't Nausir have eradicated the curse? I remember that they developed very well and became prosperous like Sacred Aura."
You really don't know anything.
However, it is better to be pure this way. As long as the edge of the empire's sword is sharp enough, there is no need to think too much----
Sorog said with no expression on his face, "His Majesty has long reminded them that there is something wrong with their potion, and they are drinking poison to quench their thirst, but they still go their own way, immersed in false tranquility, and turn a deaf ear to the warning."
"Now, the backlash is coming."
At that time, Garos felt that there was something wrong with the potion, but he did not have a detailed judgment on the specific problem.
But looking at it now - the so-called purification is just to suppress the curse deeper. Once it encounters the breath of Wild God, it will explode instantly like sparks falling into a frying pan, and it will be far more intense than before.
Above the long bridge, the sea of clouds surged, and I was speechless for a moment.
Iron Dragon didn't stay on this topic for too long.
His eyes became solemn again, and his voice became lower, and he said, "Let's put the Nausir matter aside for now. The previous attack was just the first wave."
Reinhart felt a chill in his heart.
Iron Dragon's voice continued to sound, saying, "The stargazers have observed that there are more Desolate Star approaching Bernardo."
"They come across deep space and move very fast."
"At the latest----arrive within three years."
Within three years?
Reinhart stood on the bridge, his figure as straight as a sword.
He raised his head and looked at Iron Dragon, without any fear or hesitation in his eyes.
"Sorog Your Highness."
The swordsman spoke every word with a firm voice, "Unless my life disappears and the sword's edge is broken."
"Otherwise."
"There is no chance of these Desolate Star falling."
Iron Dragon lowered his eyes, the figure of the swordsman reflected in his vertical pupils.
He is dressed in plain clothes and has long hair, and his body is as tall and straight as a sword. He is slender and even looks a little thin, but this is the man who, not long ago, chopped three Desolate Star in pieces alone in the starry sky.
"The Empire believes in you."
Iron Dragon nodded slowly and said in a deep voice.
Time goes by and two years fly by.
New Calendar One thousand and nine.
Desolate Star, arrived as promised.
And, it's not just three.
Bernardo, low earth orbit.
Six Desolate Star tore open the curtain of deep space and crashed towards the planet Wei Blue Dragon, doubling their number.
Reinhart is suspended in the void, with the gathered radiance of Star Network flowing on his body.
His eyes swept across the six giant blood-colored balls, and his heart sank.
Last time, only three Desolate Stars forced him to activate Finality State, and he barely managed to win by squeezing his life force to the limit. In the end, he fainted in the vacuum and almost died.
And this time----six.
Although he had gained something in the last battle, his control over Power of Finality had improved and he could hold on longer, but with six of them attacking at the same time, he might not be able to completely hold it back even if he tried his best.
Reinhart feels a little heavy inside.
He took a deep breath to drive away distracting thoughts.
Just then.
Two streams of light came from the other side of the planet and stopped steadily on the other side, forming a special angle with him.
The light dissipated.
Two figures appeared.
One male and one female, both Elf.
The male Elf holds a bow, the bow body is made of some kind of transparent spar, and the bow string is shining with brilliance like the silver moon; the female Elf holds a sword, the sword body is slender, the whole body shows an emerald-like turquoise color, and there are faint runes flowing on the blade.
Immortal One of Nausir.
String of Spring Dawn, Emerald Leaf Cuts Wind.
Although it was the first time he saw them in person, Reinhart had heard of their names and recognized their identities based on their image characteristics.
Reinhart's self-light stared at them.
There are no words.
But no words are needed.
In this pitch-black sky, facing six Desolate Stars coming straight towards us, any pleasantries are unnecessary.
The three Immortal One's eyes intertwined for a moment, each understanding the other's meaning.
The next moment, three figures moved at the same time.
String of Spring Dawn Pulled out the bowstring, and an emerald green light arrow condensed on the string. The light arrow was compressed with a vibrant special energy, and even flowers condensed in the surrounding vacuum.
The moment the bow string was released, the light arrow penetrated the deep sky and shot straight into the frontmost one, Desolate Star.
Desolate Star suddenly shook, and a hole several kilometers in diameter exploded.
The flowers were blooming and green, and countless flowers and vines were born and spread, constantly expanding on the surface of Desolate Star.
The Elf woman holding a sword followed closely behind.
Her figure turned into a green stream of light, and swept towards another Desolate Star. The sword swept across it, and countless emerald-colored sword lights burst out, forming a blade-like storm like green leaves. It even completely enveloped an entire asteroid-level giant, tearing it apart and riddled with holes.
Reinhart Take a deep breath.
Power of Finality woke up again, the two swords merged into one, and Twilight Sword took shape again. He turned into a sword light across the deep space and crashed into Desolate Star.
Three rays of light and shadow intertwined in the deep sky.
The six Desolate Stars continued to Shatter, reorganize, and Shatter under their siege.
Rage's will surged out from Desolate Star, impacting the minds of the three Immortal One like a tsunami. Reinhart gritted his teeth, and the Light and Dark around him alternately flashed, blocking Rage from his consciousness.
In the eye sockets of the two Elf Immortal One, dark red bloodshot threads were spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But no one took a step back.
In the end, the last Desolate Star was also destroyed under the attack of Immortal Ones, and the remaining fragments were completely shattered by the intertwined brilliance of Elven Moon and Aura Star Network, annihilated in the vacuum, and completely ceased to exist.
Silence returned to space.
Reinhart stabilized his figure in the void, with crack-like injuries on his cheeks.
But he didn't care and turned to look at the two Elf Immortal One.
He wanted to ask about Nausir's current situation.
But as soon as he took a few steps closer, Emerald Leaf Cuts Wind raised his hand and made a stop gesture.
"Please don't come any closer.
Her voice entered Reinhart's consciousness, and she sighed, "We wanted to use Wild God's power for our own use. We thought we could control it, but we were harmed instead——"
"The battle just now was extremely difficult."
"At this moment, we must concentrate on suppressing the Rage and chaos in our bodies. If we relax even a little bit, we may lose control."
Reinhart stopped.
He stared carefully at the faces of the two Elf Immortal One.
It can be seen that their faces are as pale as paper, the veins on their foreheads are slightly raised, dark red light surges deep in their eyes, and there are a lot of bloodshot eyes on them, indicating something is wrong.
"What did they do to be so corrupted by this curse?"
Reinhart frowned slightly and thought to himself.
Although Fury Curse is scary, it is not that easy to influence Immortal One.
Unless, the Elf Immortal One in front of me take the initiative to contact them——Looking at the meaning of their words just now, I am afraid that they were deeply affected because of this.
But the fact that they themselves realize this means that it is not beyond hope.
Reinhart nodded slightly to the two Elf Immortal One and stopped approaching.
The two Elf Immortal One stopped talking and quickly returned through the air in the direction of Orotara.
At the same time, a beam of starlight shot out from Sanctum, crossed the deep space, wrapped the tired swordsman in it, and teleported it back to Sanctum for recuperation and recovery.
Then, time continued to flow.
After two waves of attacks, all intelligent beings in Atlant already knew that what was blooming in the sky was not fireworks.
Atlant did have a brief moment of panic.
People took to the streets, looking up at the Crimson Star Network that crisscrossed the night sky, imagining what it would be like if those giant objects comparable to asteroids fell on the surface, and their hearts trembled.
But the panic only lasted a short time.
Because soon, everyone saw one thing clearly.
These ferocious giants attacking from deep space are not even qualified for their emperor to take action!
These Desolate Star were all annihilated outside low-Earth orbit. None of them landed, and not even any wreckage was left behind.
Atlant's creatures have also seen strong winds and waves.
They adapted to this quickly.
Even when Desolate Star struck again, many people happily moved their chairs to sit in the courtyard, pointed at the night sky, and looked up to admire the meteor shower that was destined to end in victory.
But they don't know that behind these Desolate Star is an ancient will that has the same life span as Multiverse.
Some weights are only suitable to be placed on the shoulders of a few people.
This is the mercy of the empire.
Time continued to flow, and more than ten years passed by in a flash.
New Calendar 1019.
Not long ago, Desolate Star's attack came again, with a fierce attack, but it was still stopped by the Immortal Ones of Sacred Aura and Nausir, and it was wiped out in the deep space outside the planet.
However, when deep space returned to deathly silence, good news spread across the continent, and the people cheered for another victory.
Sacred Aura's top management is not happy at all.
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was solemn.
A huge star map was suspended in the center of the hall, and the stargazers lined up and bowed their heads, no one said a word.
Above the star map, the blue light point representing Bernardo is moving quietly, and at the far end of the deep space in front of it, a huge dark shadow is slowly approaching. The shadow is so big that it almost occupies half of the star map.
Calamity Egg.
Its body appeared in the observation range of Aura warlocks, and it kept getting closer.
The Desolate Star that have successively attacked over the years, those asteroid-level bloody giants, and the terrifying life forms that require Immortal One to use all its strength to destroy, are all just a small part stripped from it.
Once it arrives, what Bernardo will usher in will not be Calamity.
It's the end.
However.
Even this news did not plunge this hall into panic.
Sorog's face was as serious as iron, and his expression remained unchanged.
Apart from him, the Dragons of Aura commanders of Shen Xiong Ruoshan, the Heroic Spirit commanders of Sanctum, and the Legendary Realm generals of the empire stood in line, and no one changed their color.
They have been preparing for a long time.
Star Network is getting bigger day by day, Satellite is denser than each other, the battle flag in Hall of Heroes is not curled, and the sword of Reinhart is never sheathed.
The entire empire has already made all preparations to face the end under a calm appearance.
This isn't the first time.
They are completely unafraid.
However, if you really want to tell where the deepest confidence in your heart comes from——
Iron Dragon Sorog's cold face suddenly showed waves.
Without any warning, a throbbing arose from the depths of his blood.
A consciousness that has been dormant for many years in the distant deep space is gradually awakening.
Iron Dragon's breathing stopped for a moment.
Then, a smile slowly bloomed on the face that had been cold and hard for several years.
He raised his head, looked across the star map and the main hall, and looked in a certain direction.
All the high-ranking officials in the empire were startled, and then they seemed to realize something, and their breathing tightened at the same moment.
"Sorog Your Highness?"
someone asked.
Iron Dragon whispered, "You finally woke up----"
After saying that, Sorog withdrew his gaze, and the dragon's pupils were burning with a blazing light that had never been seen in more than two hundred years. Every word was like a declaration, like thunder.
"Sacred Aura, our emperor is coming back!"
At the same time.
In the distant starry sky, inside a White Dwarf, in the core beyond the limits of matter, after more than two hundred years of quiet sleep without any disturbance, the giant dragon slowly opened its eyes, a pair of pupils shining like stars in the extreme darkness and high pressure.