Many years ago, there was an unknown human town on the edge of the continent dominated by the Goblinss.
The size of the town is limited.
Wheat fields, mills, taverns, smoke and bells in the evening.
The above are basically all Phil's memories of the world when he was young.
He was an orphan who grew up eating the food of the townspeople. When he was young, in order to repay the kindness of his father and fellow villagers for raising him, Phil embarked on the road of training himself as a warrior, working day and night, and then became a member of the town guard.
This period of time was his happiest day.
Although his talent is not that dazzling, he can be said to be outstanding among his peers in the town, and his appearance is also handsome and cheerful. In addition, he is a child raised by the townspeople, so he is trusted and loved by the town residents.
He has also heard of creatures like Goblins and how ferocious they are, and he also knows that humans are not the Overlord of the mainland.
However, this has nothing to do with Phil.
In a quiet town, his biggest worry is tomorrow's patrol, the smiling faces of small town girls, and the heckles of his colleagues——
Until one dusk.
Phil I still remember this evening.
Fire clouds filled the sky, and the setting sun dyed the town golden.
The sunset was brilliant and the sky was extremely beautiful.
However, in such a beautiful and warm dusk, the green tide surged into his town.
Green, densely green.
Countless Goblins.
This was a Goblin Kingdoms plundering army that was expanding eastward. It came very suddenly. Thousands of Goblins flooded across the fields. The town guards picked up simple weapons and rushed forward, but they were overwhelmed by the monsters laughing strangely.
Phil watched his colleagues fall one by one.
He was stunned.
It was the first time he saw such a scene. The hand holding the sword was trembling, and his heart was completely filled with fear.
Torches, screams, blood----
Phil couldn't remember the specific story. He only knew that the old guard who taught him warrior skills was covered in blood and dragged him all the way. Finally, he pushed him to a secret cellar and told him to survive no matter what.
The night is long.
Phil was shivering in the cellar.
After an unknown amount of time, he crawled out of the cellar and saw ruins everywhere.
His town is gone.
Everything was burnt to scorched earth, and crows were circling in the sky, coming down from time to time to peck at the smelly carrion.
The young man hated his cowardice and fear.
He picked up a broken sword and wanted to kill himself, but when the blade tore his skin, he remembered the last words of the old guard, telling him to live no matter what.
Apart from him, there was no one alive in the town.
Phil stayed on the scorched earth for a whole day and put down the sword pointed at him.
It was on this day that all the cowardice and fear of the young man were swallowed up. He died, but he came back to life, bearing the blood feud of the entire town, and became a man without blood and tears.
After that, Phil left the town, traveled far away, and became an adventurer, or a mercenary, in his wandering life.
But unlike other adventurers, he only lives for one thing.
Kill Goblins.
Phil only accepts commissions to hunt Goblins, no matter how low the pay is, he does all the dirty work that others do not do. Moreover, although he is a warrior, he uses any means to hunt down Goblins.
Setting traps, placing poisonous bait, and attacking lone teams at night----
He does everything, and his only purpose is to kill these bastards. Only when he feels their lives passing by can Phil feel that he still has the meaning of living.
Time passes gradually.
The boy has become middle-aged, his handsome face no longer exists, his skin is rough, and his face is full of vicissitudes of life.
He has killed countless Goblinss with extremely skillful techniques.
Slowly, the name Phil was gradually forgotten. The clients did not know his real name and only called him Goblin Slayer. When someone called him that, he did not refute and always accepted it calmly.
Over time, this nickname almost turned into the name Phil.
His life also revolves around this name.
Day after day, hunting Goblins.
However, although hatred can fill Phil's body and spirit, it cannot change the cruel reality.
Goblinss, after all, occupy the dominant position in this continent.
A few years later.
The border town where Phil is located was attacked by a Goblin Kingdoms.
The green tide overflowed the city wall and surrounded all escape routes.
Phil fought until he was exhausted, and was hit by a giant Goblins hammer. He fainted on the spot.
However, Phil did not die from this.
When he woke up, he found himself in a savage and primitive arena.
Phil's identity was discovered by Goblins.
In the world of Goblins, Goblin Slayer has been rumored to be the "Demon" that can stop children crying at night. However, as for this killer, the Goblinss did not kill him and threw him into the arena.
Tall stone walls, rusty iron cages----
The stands are always packed with green spectators, screaming and stamping their feet.
Phil spent a long time here.
Goblins are bloodthirsty and ferocious, they like to watch people fight, and let the gladiators fight with different ferocious beasts Magic Creature for fun.
Phil is also one of the gladiators, and he is also top-notch.
After he finished the fight, there were even Goblins people surrounding him, screaming and calling his name, and having a kind of fanaticism towards him, but Phil only felt disgusted and almost nauseated.
Time passes.
There were scars one after another on his body, but the fire in his heart was still burning brightly.
Phil silently memorized the structure of the arena, also calculated the time when the Goblins guards' defenses were weak, and secretly communicated with some other gladiators who possessed wisdom and resistance.
Together they accumulated information and planned an escape route.
There's only one chance left.
When the time comes, they will break free from the prison.
Phil actually knows very well that there is no freedom outside the arena. They are located in the hinterland of Goblin Kingdoms. However, after breaking free from the prison cage, they will get an opportunity to kill and make those scum pay the price.
However, the time has not come yet.
Before Phil and his party implemented the plan, one night late at night, they suddenly heard a different sound.
Short and violent.
Mixed with the collision of weapons, the shattering of buildings, and the wails of Goblinss before they died.
It sounded like a fight, and it was a crushing sound.
Immediately afterwards, there were the screams of the guards in the arena, which sounded intensively, then became weaker and weaker, and finally stopped abruptly and disappeared completely. The arena became quiet again, but the sound of fighting outside became more and more intense.
Including Phil.
The gladiators didn't know what was going on, but they were vaguely aware that a war was burning here, and their breathing became heavier. They leaned against the railings one by one, looking towards the end of the dark passage.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, but it didn't come from the passage.
Behind the gladiators.
The walls of the cell, which were made of metal and even enchanted, suddenly heard the sound of tearing and tearing.
With a burst of sparks.
Several red metal claws pierced the wall, then withdrew, then tore apart again in the other direction.
Tear! Tear!
The metal claws tore apart the entire wall at dizzying speeds.
Bang!
The metal wall turned into pieces, flying everywhere.
A tall and majestic figure stepped out against the firelight coming from outside and appeared in front of all the gladiators.
It is more than three meters tall, and its whole body is wrapped in rough but sophisticated metal armor. The gleaming metal claws pop out from its hands, and on the surface of its armor, there is green blood flowing along the lines.
Phil was startled for a moment.
Goblins's blood?
He recognized it at first sight.
This person doesn't seem to be an enemy.
"You----"
"Where are you from? Are you here to rescue us?"
Phil asked in a hoarse voice.
The tall figure slowly turned his head, his eyes swept across the cage, and finally looked at the gladiators, his eyes calm.
"I am a War Wolves."
"I fight for the great emperor, I fight for the great Sacred Aura."
He said in a low voice.
The gladiators looked at each other.
"Sacred Aura?"
"What is that----?"
Phil is confused.
He has traveled far and wide over the years, and his worldview has long been perfected, and he has a very clear understanding of the world he lives in. However, based on his knowledge, he has never heard of War Wolves, nor Sacred Aura.
Is this some powerful kingdom?
What race are their warriors?
War Wolves is wrapped in armor, and even their faces are covered by visors, making it impossible to tell what race they belong to.
Across the street, War Wolves heard Phil's inquiry.
Great Expedition It can't be accomplished solely by fighting.
They, the elite of the elite, were sent here in the first wave. Their mission was not only to fight, but also to represent the power and majesty of Sacred Aura, and to shoulder the important task of shaping the great image of Sacred Aura.
In short.
He needs to explain his origins, and most importantly, what the appearance of Sacred Aura can bring to them.
War Wolves's eyes swept over the gladiators.
A face that was numb and frightened, but with a hint of excitement, was reflected in his field of vision.
Less than a second.
This Aura elite judged the situation and what kind of encouragement these people needed.
"The secular kingdom uses strength and power to make you kneel, but Sacred Aura can make you stand up."
This sentence came from under the steel mask.
Upon hearing these words, the gladiators' eyes brightened a little and their breathing became heavier.
Then, War Wolves continued in a deep voice, "Everything."
"Do you want to remain anonymous and turn into dust in humiliation and failure, or do you want to work with the great Sacred Aura to overthrow the rule of Goblins, share Victory and Glory, and become famous all over the world?!"
This moment.
The picture is frozen in the eyes of Phil.
The tall and majestic War Wolves's body was against the light, and the emblem on his breastplate shone brightly. The words in his mouth were as low as thunder, striking Phil's soul.
Victory and Glory?
Frankly, Phil doesn't care.
However, being able to overthrow the rule of Goblins and continue to hunt Goblins----this is very much in line with Phil's wishes.
Just then.
All the pictures collapsed together.
They are just a memory.
Phil returned to his own reality.
The sound of horns, shouts of death, and the trembling roar of the earth - flooded back to my ears like a rumbling sound.
There is no longer a fighting arena in front of us.
It's a battlefield.
Phil is wearing a set of simple but practical Alchemical Armor, standing on the vast wilderness.
On the opposite side, the coalition forces composed of several Goblin Kingdomss were all over the mountains and fields, and the green tide was endless as far as the eye could see, forming a huge formation.
And on Phil's side.
The wind-curling dragon flags are hunting, and the War Wolvess made of steel have completed their formation. Above the sky, there is a giant dragon's figure passing through the clouds, leaving a huge shadow on the earth's surface.
Phil clenched the weapon in his hand.
Beside him, there were many people like him.
Their purposes and original intentions are different.
But now, they have a new identity, a member of the Sacred Aura Expeditionary Army, a soldier of War Wolves.
The horn of war sounded, almost tearing the sky and the earth apart.
Phil stood in the queue of soldiers, gripping the weapon tightly, his heart beating wildly, his blood also speeding up, rushing to the top of his head, and his whole body was trembling because of it.
It's not fear.
He is no longer the timid boy he was before, and emotions like fear no longer exist in Phil's mind.
He was shaking because of what was happening in front of him.
The thick sound of war drums sounded under the sky.
Then, in the sight of Phil, War Wolves, who were made of steel, took the lead in becoming active.
The three-meter-tall body was covered with hard armor. Facing the United Legion all over the mountains and plains, it charged head-on towards the target without retreating or making any detours.
Some archers, priests, warlocks and other skilled Goblins attack first.
However, when these long-range attacks landed on the armor, they could barely leave some traces on the surface. Even the violent explosions could only make War Wolves's bodies shake, but other than that, they could not produce other very effective effects.
War Wolvess charge extremely fast.
Soon, they approached the Goblins Legion.
Close combat.
Each of the War Wolvess is like a giant steel monster. Not only are they powerful, their combat experience, their cooperation with each other, etc., they are far superior to the Goblins soldiers. If the Goblinss are described as a tide, the War Wolvess are like rocks.
No matter how the tide washed away, they could not shake their pace.
The momentum is like breaking bamboo, invincible.
During this process, there was not much that Phil and the other soldiers could do. In fact, they just followed the steel front formed by War Wolves and wiped out the scattered remnants of the soldiers.
Before that, Phil thought that those who joined the army were arranged to consume Goblins's strength first.
Now it seems that they thought too much.
These War Wolvess were just too lazy to clean up the mess, so they handed over similar tasks to the soldiers recruited from the local area, allowing them to play a supporting role. As for the truly fierce battles, these War Wolvess enjoyed it very much.
The numbers are still very different.
However, the strength and invincibility of the War Wolvess gave the soldiers unprecedented confidence and courage. They followed these steely figures and began to chant the slogan "Sacred Aura" during the battle.
That's it.
Time gradually passed between the wilderness and the beacon fire.
One war after another ended.
The Goblin Kingdoms coalition forces had an absolute numerical advantage, but when they really fought, when facing the War Wolvess, they were retreating steadily and were completely unable to compete. One Goblins city after another was occupied.
From wilderness to river valleys, from hills to dense forests.
The kingdom of these scum is burning.
The dragon flag of Sacred Aura is planted on more and more lands, and more and more intelligent beings choose to become members of the army and join the camp of Sacred Aura.
A few months later.
In an afternoon under the scorching sun, War Wolves ushered in another battle.
Phil stood in the army formation as before, his armor covered in blood.
However, his eyes were very bright.
These days of victory have given Goblin Slayer, who was once taciturn, a completely new outlook on life. His eyes are shining, his spine is straightened, and his head is held high. Although his face is no different from before, he looks like two different people.
Opposite are the coalition forces of various countries that have been pushed to the end.
The Goblins in this area are almost unable to retreat. Although there are other Goblin Kingdoms in this continent, these guys are not completely united and cannot speak to the outside world unanimously. There are still many who are watching with cold eyes, hoping to use these kingdoms of the same clan to consume the enemy forces of unknown origin.
Just then.
The Goblins front on the opposite side suddenly experienced drastic changes.
"Hoora!!!"
A roar that didn't sound like Goblins rang out, and even Phil could hear it clearly through the distant military formation.
Phil followed the sound, his expression condensed.
In the sky, there is a king Goblins who wears a crown and looks more like Demon than Goblins.
This Goblins king is also the strongest in this alliance.
And at this moment.
Its body changed, its green skin cracked, and many golden textures appeared, and its aura also increased, breaking through its original limits and reaching a whole new level.
Destiny Rank.
Under the dangerous pressure brought by War Wolves, or for other unknown reasons, the Goblins king completed a breakthrough in front of the formation and reached the top of the Legendary Realm.
Coercion enveloped the battlefield.
Feeling all this, the Goblinss burst into roaring screams and cheers, celebrating the king's breakthrough. The already shaky battle line was stabilized again.
"Oops, the situation seems to be turning around."
Phil looked heavy.
King Goblins's pressure was like a mountain, making his legs tremble slightly and almost falling to his knees. In Phil's impression, there seemed to be no existence of this life level in War Wolves----
Are the invincible War Wolvess about to lose?
Phil took a deep breath, the flames in his eyes were not extinguished at all.
He was ready to die in battle and determined to pay any price.
"They don't seem to be afraid at all?"
Phil came back to his senses and noticed that War Wolves's formation had not changed at all.
They had no fear and continued to charge forward in the name of Sacred Aura, facing the pressure of Destiny Rank. It seemed that one Destiny Rank was nothing in their eyes.
"Are these War Wolvess completely ignorant of fear?"
"There is a Destiny Rank opposite."
Phil is confused.
But then, he knew what was going on.
In the battle formation of War Wolves, the legion commanders known as Aura's Claw and Wolf Lord raised their heads.
"While our Lord is alive, the great Aura Emperor is watching us and is with us!"
Wolf Lord looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was like thunder.
Beneath the Dragon Throne!
The invisible force connected the great emperor, and Russell also noticed the emperor's gaze and felt the emperor's power.
The next moment.
Boom!
Wolf Lord The whole thing seemed to be on fire.
His body continued to expand and climb up, and even the thick Alchemical Armor was shattered, cracked and splashed, and the skin underneath was also cracked, but there was no blood flowing in the cracks, instead, blazing flames were burning and surging.
Dragon Vein ignites.
Horns, spines, scales, tail.
The body broke out inch by inch.
Wolf Lord's original dragon-like features have become more obvious. From a distance, it looks like a giant dragon with a wolf-shaped outline.
Not only that.
"This is----"
Phil was in a daze for a moment.
He saw that behind Wolf Lord, as Dragon Vein burned and the air twisted, a huge and blurry shadow emerged.
dragon.
The red dragon, Dragon Emperor.
Sacred and majestic, his vertical pupils are as indifferent as a god, looking down at everything on the battlefield.
It just flashed by.
However, in just such a moment, Phil and all other intelligent life forms that were aware of its existence forgot to breathe, even their hearts stopped, and they felt an indescribable awe.
Don't wait for Phil to come to his senses.
Wolf Lord has turned into a red meteor and rushed towards King Goblins. Dragonflame unfolded behind him like a cloak, spreading across the sky and burning the entire sky red.
Phil cannot see clearly the details of the subsequent battle.
Above the burning clouds, you can only see the flames burning the sky, as if there are dragon wings covering the sky and the sun.
Then, in less than a minute.
The flames dissipated and the clouds broke through.
Wolf Lord walked out of the sea of fire step by step, bathed in flames and unscathed. In a huge hand covered with dragon scales, he was holding the head of Goblins with a frightened expression.
Wolf Lord raised the enemy king's head high.
"Victory and Glory!"
"Belongs to War Wolves, belongs to the great Red Emperor!!!"
His voice covers the battlefield.
"Ouch!!"
All the originally solemn and majestic War Wolves seemed to be ignited in their hearts at this moment. They couldn't help but look up to the sky and howled. Then, while howling, they went on a killing spree among the Goblins legion, and their minions were dyed red with blood.
The army was defeated like a mountain.
The Goblins coalition collapsed and began to flee.
Phil rushed forward with other soldiers. He knew that he should concentrate on the war at hand.
However, he couldn't help but become a little distracted.
"Lord of Sacred Aura, Red Emperor, Aura Emperor----"
"What kind of existence is this person?"
"It seems that as long as he hears his name, even powerful and majestic people like War Wolves will become extremely excited and have overwhelming fighting spirit."
Phil felt a deep sense of curiosity and awe.
He thought, if he followed this War Wolves and achieved the final victory, would he have the opportunity to admire the majestic style of this Lord of Sacred Aura with his own eyes?
In fact, it's not just Phil.
The soldiers who followed the wild wolves to fight had heard this name more than once.
Like Phil, they were curious and in awe of it.
However, they had no time to think too much.
The war drums beat in the long wind, and the soldiers became excited, following the steel torrent formed by War Wolves, chasing the retreating enemy troops.