In the Blade Valley of the Tower of the End, the bell has struck twelve times, and Chu Crassus still closes his eyes and kneels motionless in front of the huge stone statue of a knight.
His whole body was wet from the heavy rain, but he didn't notice it.
Crassus's hands were resting on a cross sword inlaid with silver diamonds. The sword's blade was smooth and graceful. On the front and back of the sword, there were two lines of ancient imperial language engraved on it:
[We are struggling endlessly]
【The truth is eternal】
His face was pressed tightly against the hilt of the sword.
Crassus's eyes closed tighter and tighter.
Why.
Our noble purpose of existence—what’s the truth behind it?
The enemy we are trying our best to defeat is actually...
Why.
"Lake Light Flowing Blade", Tristab is leading a total of one hundred and fifty Terminator Swordsmen, under the heavy rain, galloping towards the direction of the Blade Valley.
When the blood-stained messenger left his last words in his arms, he instinctively felt a wave of heart palpitations.
"Blade Valley...Sword...Death..."
As the largest sword-testing valley in the Tower of the End, the Blade Valley has an extremely solid defense force. There are more than 200 mortal-level terminator swordsman apprentices, more than 50 super-level terminator swordsmen training here, and several extreme swordsmen.
The knights of the end of the realm guard here.
There is even a station where the most famous swordsman, one of the guardians of the Knights Temple, and the inheritor of the Ultimate Realm with the title of "Defender of Truth" - Chu Crassus has been stationed in the Tower of End for more than ten years.
Such a reliable force has actually reached the point where it needs to send a messenger for help?
Hurry up, hurry up!
With unconcealed anxiety, Tristab swung his whip again and again, causing the horse's hooves to splash on the muddy road.
Finally, Tristub and his swordsmen rushed into the Valley of the Blades without hesitation.
Tristabe's heart sank.
Even under the heavy rain, he could still smell the strong smell of blood.
A bolt of lightning fell on the huge stone knight statue on the top of the Blade Valley, and for an instant, the entire Blade Valley was reflected like daylight.
All the swordsmen were stunned.
Everything around is red.
Blood red.
The war horses under their crotches had begun to restless, their hooves trampling restlessly back and forth in the red rain.
Countless corpses, in different postures, covered every corner of the valley. There were apprentices, swordsmen, knights, doctors, and even visiting envoys and followers from various countries.
Tristab gave the saddle a hard blow.
hateful……
Are we still late?
Tristab dismounted.
Without any extra words, the more than a hundred swordsmen behind him neatly dismounted from their horses, drew their swords and closed their helmets. They formed a huge fan formation in pairs, with Tristub as the forward, moving forward slowly and cautiously.
OK.
Fighting is already their instinct.
Tristab was the only one who was not equipped with a helmet, and he did not even draw his sword. His face was solemn, and he moved sideways, with his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The rain gradually subsided, and the square began to become silent. Only the footsteps of one hundred and fifty-one Terminator Swordsmen could be heard, and the sound of friction against armor could be heard.
Tristab turned his head slightly, and through the faint moonlight, he saw a corpse in front of him on the left.
Judging from his attire, he was a heavily armored Terminator Knight - kneeling on one knee, looking up to the sky, holding a stainless steel epee in both hands, his eyes were full of incredible fear.
Tristubu flipped up his helmet, revealing a Far Eastern face.
Tristab sighed.
It's Qin.
One of the eight inheritors of the extreme realm, the "Swordsman of Suppression", is Qin Moyang from Suye.
Died by a sword piercing his forehead.
The knights have approached the center of the valley - the Knight Colossus.
Tristab suddenly stopped and waved a gesture behind him.
One hundred and fifty swordsmen, from front to back, stopped at the same time.
The atmosphere seemed increasingly weird and heavy.
Following Tristab's second gesture, the swordsmen dispersed in an orderly manner, forming a team on the left and right sides of the valley, with the knight's colossus as the center, forming a faint encirclement.
Tristab became more and more nervous because he saw the figure under the colossus.
"Crasus!"
Tristab shouted, and with this sound, the swordsmen around him seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
At least, the legendary inheritor of the extreme realm in the Tower of the End, the lifelong guard of the Knights Temple, and the "defender of truth" - Chu Crassus is still there!
Only Tristab became increasingly uneasy.
There must be something wrong.
He thought so.
The figure under the knight's statue finally slowly came back to his senses. In his right hand, he was still holding the famous sword that shocked the ancient and modern times - "Eternal Truth".
The faint light emitted by the sword illuminated Crassus's face.
Tristab knew something was wrong.
There were corpses everywhere in the Blade Valley, but not a single corpse of a foreign enemy.
But the shining sword edge of "Eternal Truth" is stained with blood.
Tristab swallowed and pulled the most terrifying suspicion in his heart out of the water.
No.
"Crasus!"
With a slight panic, Tristable spoke again.
But his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist tightened even more.
"What happened?"
Crassus finally turned around.
At this moment, the face of this "defender of truth" was filled with unprecedented despair and loneliness.
"Tristabus, 'Lake Blade'," Crassus said with a dazed smile: "You said that we practiced our swords with all our strength to fight against that disaster, right?"
Tristabus frowned and drew his sword out of its sheath - he saw the corpse next to Crassus.
That was Crassus' teacher.
"The End" Mulekha.
"What's going on, Crassus?" Tristab's face turned cold: "Lord Mulekha, he should have died three years ago."
"He did not die," Crassus chuckled: "He just changed his job."
"And I just ruined his job."
Tristab's face was solemn and he raised his sword.
Although they are both at the extreme level, he is still far from Crassus's level.
But he can't back down.
The swordsman has no way to retreat.
The surrounding swordsmen understood Tristabul's gesture. Although they were in disbelief, they all surrounded him, trapping Crassus in the center.
"Tristabus, tell me," Crassus seemed to be mentally a little abnormal. He laughed nervously: "If what we fear and are hostile to is what we pursue, what we want most -
then what should we do?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about, Crassus." Tristubu said coldly: "Put down your sword and follow us back to the House of Heritage."
"We fear power - so we fight against power." Crassus opened his arms, raised his head, and let the heavy rain wash away the blood on his body.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and looked at the giant statue of the knight above his head.
"But how can we fight power against power?"
Crassus showed a crazy smile and grabbed the "Eternal Truth" on his knees.
"We can only embrace strength."
He stood up slowly, looked at Tristab who was facing a formidable enemy, and smiled: