Volume 1 Chapter 471: War is Coming
Half a year.
Time passes again.
The Aegean became desolate.
The grasslands that were once covered with green grass are now covered with yellow sand. The sacred ocean with rippling blue waves has revealed cracked sandstone. The endless lush forests are now only dead trees burned by wildfires...
The world is coming to its end.
When night falls, there is only endless darkness.
It is only a short half of the city that was once extremely prosperous, and the occasional collapsed ruins will emit a desperate cry.
Slowly, the earth began to collapse.
The cloudless sky seemed to be sinking, as if it would be the final farewell that would crush the world.
......
There is one part of the world that is very different from these desolate places—the land of God’s grace.
The endless steel jungle, the defense towers with lightning power flashing on their tips, the huge magic cannons with eerie holes, the puppet giants lined up in the streets of the city...
There were huge dragons flying in the sky, hundreds of thousands of them.
The human army, dressed in neat blue armor and white cloaks, lined up in a corner of the City of Grace.
Mountain Giants, Cyclops, War Giants, War Trees, Titans, and Behemoths that are hundreds or even tens of thousands of meters high stand outside the City of Grace, roaring from time to time as if venting their anger.
Outside the Land of God's Grace, there is lush greenery that is rarely seen in the world today.
A sea of green trees with thorny vines twisting and swaying towards the sky, making a horrible and abnormal 'snapping' sound when they hit the air.
Elves, dwarves, orcs, goblins... these races, which once had grudges against each other, even in ancient times, stood on one side of the City of Grace wearing armor they made together. On this day, they were all brothers, seeking a future together.
On the other side, a huge army of angels, emitting white light, floated majestically in the sky. Their eyes were sharp, waiting for something.
Far away from the angel army is the devil army in hell.
These demon armies are different from the majestic angels. They are roaring and dancing wildly!
On the Tower of Despair in the City of Grace.
Iapetus, the ancestor of mankind, floated in the front. He was ten thousand meters tall, holding a huge axe in his hand, looking majestic.
Behind him were the gods and demigods who had lost their powers and were reformed in the rookie camp.
Their eyes were firm.
......
The City of Grace, the edge of the wall.
The 'relaxed foursome' sat on the edge of the wall and looked up at the sky.
In front of them was Marcus holding the Book of Destiny.
There was black air swirling in the sky, and the space was cracking like a spider web.
"They are coming."
Marcus' eyes turned gray.
He looked down at the page in the book of destiny.
[Countdown to World Destruction——00:09:59]
It's coming.
The four people sitting on the edge of the wall looked at each other with smiles on their faces.
The enemy is very strong.
Even the gods who are high above are full of jealousy towards this enemy.
Marcus and others were just ordinary people before they met Lynch.
Even now, they still seem dwarfed by the approaching enemy.
But, there was still a smile on his face.
"This is not a hopeless battle, but it may very well be the end of our journey."
Paul laughed loudly, stood up on the edge of the wall, and looked up at the gradually darkening sky. "Brothers, if I die, don't shed tears for me! Tell my father that I died fighting for the world!"
The hearty voice made the faces of the people around him also look heroic.
"I will cremate your body and send you back to your hometown!"
Borg, who rarely put aside his usual gloomy expression, also laughed out loud, "On the premise, my brother Paul, you must leave your body intact and don't let your rough face be destroyed. You look too ordinary, and I'm afraid I won't be able to find you."
Paul, who was full of heroic spirit, looked at him bitterly, "You won't even give me a chance to show off?"
"Don't worry."
The two were joking, but Penny took it seriously. "I remember all your souls. Don't forget, I am a necromancer! Even if you die without a complete body, I will find your useless souls and place them in my laboratory as a proof of our friendship."
Several terrified eyes looked at Penny, and seeing Penny's eerie face, their bodies trembled a little...
It’s okay if the soul is scattered, it can still be reincarnated.
If Penny had taken this and used it for viewing...
"Don't worry, I'm just kidding."
Penny made a face at the nervous crowd, making everyone feel relieved.
But the breath she had just let out was lifted up again, and Penny's face was heavy. "If anyone dares to die, I will put your soul on my skull and fight beside me."
Uncle Morton looked solemn, "Penny, I will try my best not to die on the battlefield!"
Then, he looked at the others and said, "Don't die so easily, or I'll be angry!"
"good!"
Borg smiled and stretched out his right hand. "I promise you, I will come back alive!"
"Come back alive!"
Four hands were tightly clasped together, and the owners of the hands all showed innocent smiles.
"Master Marcus, are you coming too?"
Paul turned his head and looked at Marcus, whose face was still expressionless.
"No."
Marcus's eyes showed no emotion, he just shook his head.
Outside the Land of God's Grace, a biting cold wind blew across the earth. The withered branches of the trees looked like demons, and a storm formed by dust and sand came with a series of hissing sounds.
"Oh well."
Paul smiled helplessly.
Since taking control of the Book of Destiny, Marcus has never been happy for a single day.
Knowing fate is more like a curse.
Marcus slowly turned his head and took another look at the noisy, seemingly fearless, but actually nervous group of four, and smiled for once.
Who in this city of grace is not like this?
In this war, no one knows the outcome, and everyone is fighting for the world.
When the news of the invasion of foreign enemies leaked out, as many weak people entered the refuge space that had been prepared in the Land of God's Grace, everyone should have been prepared to sacrifice.
This is the world's battle, everything, for the continuation of the world.
The countless creatures standing on the City of Grace have long since abandoned selfishness, hostility, desire, and even life and death.
In this battle, all the creatures in the Aegean continent possessed the virtues that he once possessed as a knight.
Marcus had never been so relieved as he was today.
His eyes penetrated the gray sky and seemed to see the clear blue sky, flowers and plants all over the mountains, and children laughing on the grass.
The former Knight-Sergeant smiled happily.
"This world is wonderful."