Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1943 71. Promotion Fortress Disaster Day

Ascension Bastion is a great place to be.

A good place in every sense, any visitor who has been to this peaceful and beautiful place always praises the temples and cloud towers that represent peaceful order on this land.

Of course, there are fresh animals running around on the endless golden plain, and those Kyrian angels who always spread their white wings and fly in groups in the clouds.

Those holy creatures with blue skin seem to embody all the best qualities of the dead world, they are humble, loyal, brave, pure and wise.

Every Kyrian angel who has completed the promotion road seems to be a perfect saint who walked out of a fairy tale, and every contact and relationship with them feels like a spring breeze.

Not to mention the lovely, versatile and hard-working deacons in this magical land.

Those magical creations like owls seem to be symbiotic with the Fortress of Promotion. Their existence is part of this magical land. They serve their respective saints and provide comfort to all travelers and tired souls who have won the goodwill of the Fortress of Promotion. The food for the soul, the wine for the soul, the warm and gorgeous roof, and even one or two relaxing ditties from the hometown.

No one knows how the deacons were born.

But the only thing that is certain is that the deacons come from the Eternal who ruled this perfect land, the first Grian with wings, the most steadfast and loyal Queen Grian, the consul, and the eldest daughter Grace Tia's boon for promotion to Bastion.

In short, this place is definitely a beautiful place that can still be remembered fresh, and it probably conforms to the description of every heaven in the belief that every civilization can be born in every world of the material stars.

This is heaven!

Paradise in the true sense of the word.

Only those kind souls who conform to the various virtues of the promotion fortress can set foot in this paradise after death, and embark on their own path of promotion under the leadership of Saint Jie and Kyrians.

On this land, only by forgetting the past can one gain a new life of redemption.

But today, everything seems to have changed.

Loyal Lady St. Jedworth walked as usual in her temple in the far northwestern part of the realm in the gorgeous morning light of Ascended Bastion.

As the eldest daughter, De Vos, one of the five virtues representing the cornerstone of the order of the fortress, enjoys a high status and prestige on this land. She and the other four saints are the Hand of the Eternal, and together they manage the This heavenly land.

The noble eldest daughter does not directly participate in the management of the promotion fortress and Kyrians. Since she set the rules in ancient times, the eldest daughter has been committed to perfecting the improvement of the promotion path she set for the promotion of the soul. Here, this is a time-consuming work, but once it is completed, it means that the kingdom of death will enter a more perfect era for the arrangement of the soul after death.

It was a grand matter related to the most basic rules of the Shadow Kingdom. Every saint could understand the responsibilities of the eldest daughter, so there was no real major event, and no one would go to Bliss Castle to disturb the eldest daughter's eternal thinking.

Facts have proved that the path of ascension set by the eldest daughter for the soul is very useful.

The five sages who first passed this path of promotion are all dragons and phoenixes, and under their coordination and management, the entire promotion fortress is thriving.

Of course, the recent lack of anima has swept across the entire kingdom of death, and promotion to the fortress is not exempt, but Kyrians have always focused on purifying themselves, their moral standards are very high, and they are very restrained in enjoying anima.

This allowed the promotion fortress to accumulate more heart energy reserves than other countries in the past, and the disaster of lack of heart energy would not be able to bring the eldest daughter's beautiful country into turmoil for a while.

But for Loyal Shengjie, there are more troublesome things than the lack of anima bothering her.

She passed by the gorgeous steps of her Loyalty Temple, and a group of Kyrian candidates who were on the road to promotion stood up to pay tribute to the noble Saint Jie, and the Kyrian angel who taught them also closed the scroll to say hello to her Saint Jie.

De Vos, who has always been known for her indifference and fairness, showed a restrained smile, indicating that they should continue to realize the truth, goodness and beauty of the soul, and don't care about their own passing.

But even the candidates who haven't really entered the path of promotion, that is, those Kyrians who haven't received the white wings bestowed by heaven, can easily see the distress on the loyal Shengjie's face and the complexity in his eyes.

They discussed in low voices some panic-stricken gossip that has intensified in the promotion fortress recently. It is said that the eternal duty of the Kyrians is to be the messenger of death to and from the curtain of life and death. stop.

No one knew what caused the Saints to give up their gifted duties of the Kyrians, but no one would suspect that the Saints were brewing a conspiracy against the eldest daughter.

The souls who can become saints are perfect, and they will not have any selfishness at all.

But De Vos didn't tell these innocent candidates that the truth of the matter was 10,000 times crazier than their guesses.

It wasn't that the saints realized the trouble of performing their duties and planned to suspend the introduction, but the real big trouble had already appeared, and the saints should have planned earlier, but they delayed until now before deciding to terminate the mission.

After the Eternal Arbitrator was attacked by a mysterious assassin and shut down, those souls that were not arbitrated could not be divided into the appropriate kingdoms and all fell into the Maw.

The Kyrian angels are constantly fetching souls, but the more they bring back, the more innocents fall into the Maw.

In the past few months, at least nearly a million souls have been sent into the Shadow Kingdom by the Kyrian angels, but the result is that these millions of souls that should have different fates after death were all thrown into the Maw.

Although this matter was not done by the Kyrian angels themselves.

But watching helplessly that the souls he brought back could not be properly resettled and had to go through the horrible torment of the Maw, all of this had already made those angels who were fighting on the front line of their mission exhausted physically and mentally.

Loyal St. Jedworth knows more frightening truths.

In the past month, more than two hundred Kyrian angels had doubts about their mission and responsibilities. Before they finished their ascension road, they began to question whether there were terrible loopholes in the rules set by the eldest daughter.

After the problems visible to the naked eye have appeared in the order of the kingdom of death, the Eternal One like the Eldest Daughter should have stepped forward to correct the order, but He did not. responsibilities.

But this is tantamount to being a minion for a tiger!

Any Kyrian angel with a little brain knows that something is wrong.

Those terrible doubts born in the heart will lead to the fall of the pure Kyrians, and the forgotten past will haunt them like ghosts in the shaking of the heart.

They will be turned into horrible things.

"Something must be done!"

Loyal St. Jedworth stood alone on the highest point of her temple, under her statue built by the deacons, in the golden morning light, she clenched her fists and thought:

"I have to go to Bliss Castle immediately, Saint Jie must pay attention to the issue of the 'Forsworn', if this continues, the rules set by the eldest daughter will collapse in a short time.

but.

But are all the rules she laid down for the purity and renewal of the soul necessarily right? We, as Kyrians who guide souls, were supposed to protect those innocents, but they fell into the abyss before our eyes

It's a mockery of what we call duty, and it's no wonder the recruits are so skeptical of their own existence.

After all, even I"

"boom"

The sudden loud noise interrupted the deep thinking of the loyal Shengjie, and the terrifying space vibration made Ms. De Vos suddenly enter a fighting state.

She waved her hand in a false grip, grabbed a gorgeous spear and propped it on the ground amidst the shining golden light, and then used her power as a saint to activate the defense system of her loyal temple.

A huge amount of heart energy was drawn into the defensive core, and a blue light curtain rose up, protecting the chaotic Temple of Loyalty.

Many candidates were injured in the unexpected shock. The cute, chubby deacons were running around to heal the wounded, and the vigilant Kyrian guards flapped their wings and took off to defend themselves.

But in the next moment, like their own Shengjie, they were all stunned by the terrifying scene before them.

At the end of the connection between the floating island kingdom that has been promoted to a fortress in front of their eyes, at the moment when the pale and boundless mist of the space blows like a stormy sea tide, the strange green streamer falls like a meteor shower and smashes down the brutal space of the space. Torn apart, like a pair of rough hands pushing away all the fog to reveal the path of conflict.

Then, amidst the weird changes in the morning light, a huge shadow that was impossible to see with the naked eye "jumped out" from the space like a whale shark, appearing unprepared like a magic trick In front of the fortress of promotion.

It wasn't a floating city, it wasn't a floating island market for spirits, and it wasn't a ship or a small piece of island looming in the space. That was something even scarier.

That is a whole kingdom of death!

A continent that was no smaller than the promotion fortress rushed out so abruptly. Amidst the horrified screams of countless Kyrian candidates, the burning death kingdom crashed into the land of the promotion fortress. .

Fortunately, the impact of this continent did not directly mount the main body of the Faithful Temple, or even cause subsequent disasters such as earthquakes.

It is very similar to the routine operation of an old driver. Whenever you think that he has no time to slow down and is about to collide, he can always use a moment of coquettish operation to make you truly understand what is rough and fine, and what is technical flow.

But unfortunately, although it didn't hit De Vos's Temple of Loyalty directly, the position where the desolate and gloomy continent hit the promotion fortress happened to be located in the northwest of the promotion fortress. The temple of loyalty and the temple of courage in the middle of the country In a no-man's land in between.

The two continents are like connecting pieces that bite each other, and they are completely connected together in this moderate impact.

And then, after Devos flapped her wings and took off into the sky, she saw with her own eyes a dozen floating cities shining with the light of death fly out of the smoke and dust at the impact position, and rushed into the promotion fortress with a sweeping momentum. In the shadows under the Floating Void City of Death, the soul-chosen knights charging on the barren bulls have already completed the landing.

The loyal Shengjie's blood ran cold in that instant.

She knows what it is.

Maldraxxus!

The War Realm known as the Defenders of the Shadowlands has launched an invasion of the Ascension Bastion, and they know nothing about it.

The saints didn't even know the reason for the war.

But seeing the Floating Void City of Withering Secret Academy, under the protection of the three floating cities of Sharp Eye Secret Academy, began to pour deadly plagues on the land of Promotion Fortress, Devos knew that Promotion Fortress had to fight back.

Otherwise it's all over.

"Warriors of the Loyal Temple! I am your Saint Jedworth! As you have seen, despicable invaders have broken into our kingdom, and they are polluting the beautiful place of promotion with foul power!

We who are righteous cannot turn a blind eye to this!

Their peak of soldiers is approaching the Temple of Courage, guards of the eldest daughter, follow me into the sky! Meet the enemy! We cannot leave our brothers and sisters to face the enemy alone. "

De Vos' roar quickly spread throughout the Temple of Loyalty.

Under the call of his own saint, the Kyrian warriors in this temple quickly assembled, and a large number of activated Centurion Arbiters who could fly walked with them.

These mechanical guards made by the War Craftsmen of the Deacons have always been the best comrades in arms of the Kyrians. Their fearless minds will not flinch or be afraid even in the face of the war lunatics of Maldraxxus. .

Devos's reaction was fast enough, but compared with Maldraxxas's war speed, it was still a bit slower.

When the loyal Saint Jie set off from his own temple with reinforcements to support the besieged Temple of Courage, the closed gate of that temple was already shattered under the attack of the Creator Queen Fenna, and he was already impatient. The pioneers roared and rushed into Kyrian's temple, slashing and killing them almost as if they had entered no one's land.

"boom"

A Kyrian candidate holding a spear was cut down by Master Vol, who seemed to be terrified and limp on the ground with the broken spear in his hand.

Master Wall didn't care about this, he walked up with the bone sword stained with blue blood, grabbed the frightened candidate, looked into his eyes, and said:

"Well, sad recruit, you must not have learned how to fight, you simply let down your promoted body."

"why?"

The candidate whose hair was caught struggled, and was mercilessly thrown to the ground by Master Wall. The gladiator kicked the candidate in the chest and raised the bone sword as if executing.

A tribute to victory was reflected in those burning eyes beneath his dark hood.

Facing the questions from the Kyrian candidates, Master Wall's answer was simple:

"No reason."

"puff"

The brutal bone sword slashed down, and amidst the hot blood flying, Master Wall dragged the bone sword and licked his lips with remaining stitches, aiming at his next prey in the chaotic crowd like a hungry wolf.

He could feel that his killing heart that had been silent for many years was starting to beat, like rusty gears re-rotating bit by bit, one enemy after another was being swallowed into his mouth, but those delicious flesh and blood couldn't let him go. The wild fighting spirit was completely satisfied.

not enough!

This is not enough!

Master Wall didn't know exactly where he was, he didn't know where he was attacking, he didn't know how many enemies there were, and he didn't even know why he came here to fight the weak Kyrian.

But none of that matters.

He just wants to see blood flow into rivers!

He just wants to kill!

And he was sure that every Maldraxian around him thought so too.

A blue body with a torn heart remained behind Master Vol, who howled and flung himself at his new foe, who had been spotted by several ghouls from the Chamber of Creation.

They are screaming to send this fresh corpse to the scavenger tank and transport it back to the floating city of creation. The stitching masters have already prepared enough stitching tables, and the commander is eager for more construct warriors.

"It's war, boy, for no reason."

Master Wall swung his sword frantically, and one enemy after another fell before him. The blood spilled as they fell symbolized the terrible skill and terrifying fighting power of this veteran of many battles.

He seemed to be answering the stupid question just now.

In another swing of the sword, he laughed wildly and shouted:

"Killing and being killed is the way of war! It is victory! It is Maldraxxus! Praise be to the Lord of War! Praise be to Grom Hellscream!"

He has a lot to say to these Kyrians.

But he was too lazy to speak, so he used weapons to convey his views on this war.

Pure fighters don't need any ideals at all, they don't need to understand justice, let alone be kidnapped by morality, all they need are weapons at hand and enemies in front of them.

As long as they have these two things, they can live forever.

So, the reason, purpose and significance of going horse riding!

In the name of war and death, let the carnage begin.

(end of this chapter)