MTL - Azeroth Shadow Trail-v2 Chapter 1943 71. Promotion Fortress · Catastrophe Day

   Chapter 1943 71. Promotion of Fortress · Disaster Day

  Ascension Bastion is a good place.

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

   Of course, there are also the fresh animals running around on the endless golden plains, as well as the angels of Green who are always flying in groups in the clouds with their white wings outstretched.

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

   Each of the Green Angels who have completed the promotion path seems to be a perfect saint who walked out of a fairy tale, and every contact and relationship with them is like a spring breeze.

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

Those magical creatures 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 weary souls who have won the goodwill of the fortress of promotion. Food for the soul, wine to calm the soul, gorgeous eaves that warm and drive away, and even a light-hearted tune or two from home.

  No one knows how the deacons were born.

But the only certainty is that the deacons come from the Eternals who rule this perfect land, the first Glyon with wings, the most determined and loyal Queen Glyon, the consul, the eldest daughter Gris Tia's gift for the promotion of Fortress.

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

  This is heaven!

   Heaven in the true sense.

  Only those good souls who meet the various virtues of the promotion fortress can set foot in this paradise after death, and embark on their own promotion path under the leadership of Saint Jay and Greene.

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

   But today, everything seems to have changed.

   Loyal Lady St. Jedworth, as usual, wandered her own temple in the far northwest of the realm in the gorgeous morning light of the fortress of ascension.

As the eldest daughter, Devos, one of the five virtues that represents the cornerstone of the promotion of the fortress order, enjoys a high status and prestige in this land. She and the other four saints are the hands of the Eternals, who together govern. this heavenly land.

The noble eldest daughter is not directly involved in the management of the promotion fortress and the grins. Since she set the rules in ancient times, the eldest daughter has been working on perfecting the ascension path she set for the promotion of the soul. It is a time-consuming and long-term work, but once it is completed, it means that the arrangement of the dead kingdom for the soul after death will enter a more perfect era.

   That is a grand affair related to the most basic rules of the Shadow Kingdom. Every saint can understand the responsibilities of the eldest daughter, so there is no real major event that no one will go to Bliss Castle to disturb the eldest daughter's eternal thinking.

   It turns out that the path of ascension set by the eldest daughter for the soul is very useful.

   The five saints who initially passed this ascension path are all outstanding, and under their coordination and management, the entire promotion fortress is thriving.

   Of course, the recent lack of anima has swept the entire kingdom of the dead, and promotion to the fortress is not exempt, but the Grians have been focusing on purifying themselves, their moral standards are very high, and they are very restrained in the enjoyment of anima.

  This allows the promotion fortress to accumulate more anima reserves than other countries in the past, and the disaster of lack of anima will 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 bothering her than the lack of anima.

   She passed by the gorgeous steps of her loyal temple. A group of Grian candidates who were on the way to promotion stood up to pay homage to the honorable Saint Jay, and the Angel Grian who taught them also closed the scroll to say hello to their Saint Jay.

   DeVos, who has always been known for being indifferent and fair, showed a restrained smile, indicating that they continue to appreciate the truth, goodness and beauty of their souls, and they don't need to care about their passing.

   But even the candidates who haven't really entered the path of ascension, that is, those Grians who haven't received the white wings given by God, can easily see the distress on the face of the loyal saint and the complexity in his eyes.

They discussed in a low voice some disturbing gossip that has been intensifying recently in the promotion fortress. It is said that the eternal duty of the Grians is to travel back and forth to the curtain of life and death as messengers of death, and the great work of receiving the souls of the dead will soon be taken by the five saints. call off.

  No one knows what caused the saints to give up their innate responsibilities, but no one would doubt 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 DeVos didn't tell these simple candidates that the truth was ten thousand times crazier than their guesses.

   It's not that the saints sensed the trouble of fulfilling their duties and are ready to suspend the interview, but the real big trouble has already appeared.

  After the Eternal Arbiter was downed by a mysterious assassin attack, those souls who were not arbitrated could not be sorted into the proper realm and all fell into the Maw.

The   Grian angels are constantly picking up souls, but the more they pick up, the more innocents will fall into the maw.

   At least nearly one million souls have been sent to the Shadow Realm by the Grian angels in the past few months, but as a result, these millions of souls who should have different fates after death were all thrown into the maw.

   Although this thing was not done by the Angels of Glion.

   But watching the souls he took back could not be properly placed and had to go through the terrifying torment of the Maw, all of which had already made the angels who were fighting on the front line of their mission exhausted.

   Loyal Saint Jedworth knows more terrifying truths.

   In the past month, more than 200 Grian angels had doubts about their mission and responsibilities. Before their ascension was over, they had begun to question whether the rules set by the eldest daughter had terrifying loopholes.

After the current order of the kingdom of the dead has a visible problem, the Eternals like the eldest daughter should have come forward to correct the order, but he has not done so, but still requires the Glions to continue their own path of ascension and continue to fulfill their own responsibilities.

   But this is tantamount to acting for a tiger!

   Any Angel Grian who has any brains knows that something has happened.

   Those terrifying doubts born from the heart will lead to the corruption of the pure Glions, and those forgotten pasts will re-entangle them like ghosts in the shaking of their hearts.

  They will be turned into horrible things.

   "Something must be done!"

   Loyal Saint Jedworth stood alone at the highest point of her temple, under her sculpture built by the deacons, and in the golden morning light, she clenched her fists and thought:

   "I must go to Bliss Castle immediately, the saints must pay attention to the problem of the 'sworn sworn', and if this goes on, the rules set by the eldest daughter will collapse in a short time.

but.

   But all the rules she laid down for the purity and rebirth of the soul must be right? The innocents we, the soul-receiving Grimm, were supposed to protect, but they fell into a maw before our eyes

   This is a mockery of our so-called duty, and it's no wonder that the recruits are so skeptical of the meaning of their existence.

  After all, even me”

   "Boom"

   The sudden loud noise interrupted the profound thinking of the loyal saint, and the terrifying spatial vibration made Ms. DeVos enter a state of battle.

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

  A huge amount of heart energy was extracted into the defense core, and a blue light curtain rose up, protecting the chaotic temple of loyalty.

  Many candidates were injured by the unexpected shock, the lovely, plump deacons were running around to heal the wounded, and the vigilant Greene guards flapped their wings and lifted off to defend.

   But in the next moment, they, like their own saint, were stunned by the terrifying scene in front of them.

At the end of the floating island kingdom that was promoted to the fortress in front of them and the inter-domain, at the moment when the pale and boundless mist of inter-domain was blowing like a storm tide, the strange green streamer fell like a meteor shower and smashed the inter-domain arrogant. Tear apart, like a pair of rough hands pushing through all the fog to reveal the path of conflict.

Then, in the strange change of the morning light, a huge shadow that could not be fully seen with the naked eye "jumped out" from the interspace like a whale shark, just like magic, it appeared in the unprepared The promotion fortress is in front of you.

   That is not a floating city, not a floating island market for spirits, nor is it a ship or a small island looming in the interspace, that is something more terrifying.

   That is a whole kingdom of death!

A continent no smaller than the promotion fortress rushed out so abruptly, and amid the horrified screams of countless Grian candidates, the burning kingdom of death just slammed into the ground of the promotion fortress. .

  Fortunately, the impact of this continent was not directly mounted on the main body of the temple of loyalty, or even caused subsequent disasters such as earthquakes.

   is very much like the regular operation of an old driver. Whenever you think that he is too late to slow down and is about to crash, he can always use a momentary slapstick operation to let you really understand what is rough and fine, and what is technical flow.

But unfortunately, although it did not directly hit Devos's temple of loyalty, the place where the desolate and dark continent hit the promotion fortress happened to be located in the northwest of the promotion fortress at the temple of loyalty and the temple of courage in the middle of the country. in a no-man's land.

  The two continents are like connectors that are intertwined with each other, and they are completely connected in this light and heavy impact.

And then, after DeVos flapped her wings and lifted off, she saw with her own eyes more than a dozen floating cities shining with the light of death flew out of the smoke and dust at the impact position, and rushed into the promotion fortress with a sweeping momentum. In the airspace, and in the shadows under the floating city of death, the soul-selected knights charging on the wild bull have completed their landing.

  The blood of the loyal Shengjie froze at this moment.

   She knew what it was.

   Maldraxxus!

   The War Realm known as the Defenders of the Shadowlands has invaded the Citadel of Ascension, and they know nothing about it.

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

   But seeing that the floating city of the Withering Secret Academy, under the **** of the three floating cities of the Sharp Eyes Secret Academy, began to pour a deadly plague on the land of the promotion fortress, Devos knew that the promotion fortress must fight back.

   Otherwise, everything is over.

   "Warriors of the loyal temple! I am your Saint Jedworth! As you can see, vile invaders have invaded our realm, and they are polluting the gorgeous Ascension with filthy power!

  Justice we cannot turn a blind eye to this!

  Their peak is approaching the Temple of Courage, the guardians of the eldest daughter, take off with me! Meet the enemy! We cannot leave our brothers and sisters alone to face the enemy. "

   DeVos' roar soon spread throughout the entire temple of loyalty.

   Under the call of his own saint, the Grian warriors in this temple quickly assembled, and there were a large number of activated Arbiters of Centaurs who could fly with them.

These mechanical guards, made by the warsmiths of the Deacon, have always been the best comrades of the Grians, and their fearless minds will not flinch or fear even in the face of the war madmen of Maldraxxus .

  Devos's reaction was fast enough, but at the speed of Maldraxxus' war, the comparison was still a bit slower.

When the loyal Shengjie led reinforcements from his temple to support the besieged Temple of Courage, the closed gate of the temple was already shattered by the attack of the creator queen Fenna, and it was already impatient. The vanguards roared and rushed into Grian's temple, slashing almost as if they had entered no one's land.

"boom"

   A Grian candidate holding a spear was slashed by Master Wall with a sword. The latter seemed to be frightened, and fell to the ground with a broken spear in his hand.

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

   "Well, pathetic recruit, you must not have learned how to fight, you just failed your promotion."

"why?"

   The candidate whose hair was caught was struggling, and was ruthlessly thrown to the ground by Master Wall. The Gladiator Master kicked the candidate's chest and raised his bone sword like an execution.

   In the burning eyes of his gloomy hood, a tribute to victory was reflected.

   In the face of the questioning of the candidates of Greene, Master Wall's answer is very simple:

"No reason."

   "Poof"

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

He could feel his heart of slaughter, which had been silent for many years, beating, like rusted gears re-spinning bit by bit, one enemy after another being swallowed into his mouth, but those delicious flesh couldn't make it The wild spirit of war received the slightest satisfaction.

   is not enough!

   This is not enough!

  Master Wall doesn't know where he is, he doesn't know where he's attacking, he doesn't know how many enemies there are, and he doesn't even know why he's here to fight the weak Greene.

   But none of that matters.

   He just wants to see blood flow!

   He just wants to kill!

   And he was sure every Maldraxxus around him thought so.

   There was only a blue body with a torn heart behind Master Wall, who was howling and pounced on the new enemy. Several ghouls in the Secret Chamber of Creation had found him.

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

   "This is war, boy, for no reason."

Master   Wall swung his sword frantically, and one enemy after another fell in front of him. The blood splattered when they fell symbolized the terrifying skills and terrifying fighting power of this veteran.

   He seemed to be answering the stupid question just now.

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

   "Killing and being killed is the way of war! Victory! Maldraxxus! Praise the Overlord of War! Praise Grom Hellscream!"

   He had a lot to say to these Grians.

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

  Pure warriors do not need ideals at all, they do not need to understand justice, and they do not need to be kidnapped by morality. What they need is only the weapons at hand and the enemy in front of them.

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

   So, the reason, purpose and meaning of riding a horse!

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

   (end of this chapter)