At the same time, the silver-haired girl suddenly felt a huge torrent of memories swarming in accordance with the divine machine contract. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Countless flickering memory fragments poured into the memory core of this little divine machine.

-- You were born at the wrong time.

Once, it seems, someone said something like that to themselves.

In a long-forgotten memory, in an ancient and simple dojo, a middle-aged man was knocked to the ground, lying flat on the ground, his eyes half-open, and in a violent gasp with a complicated look at his son, the man who stood in front of him and defeated him.

"You've outdone me."

With a deep sigh, the middle-aged man who had been through a hundred battles slowly stood up, he looked at the young man in front of him, and said with emotion and regret: "It's a pity, in this world, even if you learn that the world is invincible, you will not be able to use it." ”

This is already a world that does not need to fight......

The middle-aged man's eyes were full of pity.

- You are a hungry wolf in the flock, thirsting for blood and greedy for raw meat, but you can only chew green leaves, lie on the grassland, and even if you search the whole world, you will not find anyone worthy of a battle.

I can't find the meaning of my life, I can't understand what the human heart is, I can't sleep all night, but I can't find the reason...... Where else in the world could there be a more twisted, pathetic creature than this?

The young man was silent, he stared at his fists, clenched and relaxed, as if he didn't care.

But how could he not know that everything his father said was true?

He just had a simple desire, a thirst for a hearty battle, a passion for life and death - there would be no more, whether it was the past era of martial arts or the war that had just ended recently, there would be no more, the pulse of his soul and heart could not be ignited, and there would never be a day of burning.

This is the world of great harmony, a world without strife, warriors, there is no need to exist.

The fragments of memories slowly dissipated, and in the distant sky, the frost-breathing wyvern hovered above the mountains, and the howls of wild beasts could be faintly heard shattered in the wind and transmitted into the distance.

In the cold wind, Joshua suddenly laughed, he stood on the edge of the fortress wall, looking around the mountains and the heavens and the earth, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles, and see all the demonic beasts hidden in the shadows and darkness.

Stretching out his palm, the red fluctuations burned like fire in his palm, and this fighting qi was shining at the same time, it was also slowly changing color, the red light gradually dimmed, and the black-red glow shone on Joshua's face, reflecting every edge and corner.

But as if it was blocked by something, the black-red flame could no longer continue to become more dim, it remained in this form, remained still, no matter how violently it fluctuated, it was still the same.

"If the killing intent is not released, it can only reach this point."

A low self-muttering sounded, as if there was some regret, but more of confidence and anticipation: "However, when the next battle begins, it will be when my glorious power is achieved." ”

The voice was unequivocal, and there was no room for half a point.

It's a real world.

Whether it's the beating heart in your heart, or the thin layer of frost under your feet, whether it's the blood stirring in the warrior's chest, or the splattered minced flesh when the enemy dies, they are not in-game data, nor are they beautiful textures, these things are real and real, just like in previous lives.

It seemed as if he had known this for the first time, but there was no surprise that it should have been noticed the first time he swung his weapon to slash his enemy, soaking his chest with blood, but it didn't matter now, either way.

The power of this world is real, whether it is fighting, fighting, or dying—the same is true of the power that inhabits his body, has the same origin as the fighting spirit, and flows endlessly but does not come out.

Holding a fighting spirit, the black-haired warrior extinguished it.

The power of glory, that is the power that penetrates deep into the soul of people, is the strongest light that blooms when the will and soul burn, and how can it be explained and awakened by a game and a system in a previous life? Even if he is a former legendary warrior, he still has to rely on himself to get out of this step.

After all, he is a time-traveler, and he is not a good person, Joshua has no feelings for this world, even if he knows what kind of suffering this land will usher in in the future, he has no sympathy, he only cares about the comfort of the people around him...... But with the catastrophe comes wave after wave, stronger and stronger enemies, and like the Abyssal Worm encountered in the Ares Fortress, this is the opportunity to fight.

As long as the killing intent can be unleashed and the battle can continue, that's fine.

"Hotaru, it's not early."

Not paying attention to the chaotic eyes of the silver-haired girl beside her, the warrior patted her little head and said, "Let's go." ”

"Hmm."

Still in a daze, she didn't understand what her master was thinking or saying before, and she didn't even see anything clearly from the torrent of memories, but she vaguely felt that her question had actually been answered, and nodded with confusion and followed behind Joshua.

However, while she didn't get a satisfactory answer, at least one thing was certain.

- If Joshua wants to fight, then Hotaru must be needed.

In this way, it is enough

The contented weapon chuckled silently, and followed his master out of the wall.

It has nothing to do with feelings, it has nothing to do with loyalty, just as fighting with a warrior belongs to the master

Wind and snow are blowing.

In the direction that Joshua had looked before, behind the mountains, in the depths of Hesse, a dragon with a body of black and gold halved in half lay at the very top of the gray-white cliff, licking and licking its wounds.

The black-red streamer swirled around the steel spear's piercing wound, causing blood to drain the wound that should have healed long ago.

"Woo......"

An angry roar came from his throat, the black dragon shook his body, the magic of chaos boiled, and the purple-black mist rose into the sky, it mixed snow and ice, scattering everywhere in the forest, countless wild beasts breathed the power of chaos, satisfying their own physical needs that had gradually become alienated, little by little crystal-like exoskeletons appeared around their bodies, carrying unknown powers.

In the center of the Black Forest, a dim light flickered, and a black space-time gate surged with chaotic and filthy mist, standing above a hill, and the endless otherworldly power transmitted to this world through the space-time narrow channel behind it, and an insect-like monster with a smooth carapace and a crystalline spine gushed out of it, and jumped around it, more and more.

In this cold black mist like hell, a pair of transparent wings that seemed to be composed of ice could be faintly seen, with countless strange patterns on them flashing with ice blue magical light, under the influence of this light, the ice and snow seemed to be even colder, the wind became more and more violent, and the clouds and air flow for dozens of kilometers around seemed to change direction due to this pair of wings, surging towards the direction where the Moldovan fortress was located.

"Hum—"

With a soft roar, the ice-blue wings left the clouds, and a translucent butterfly as large as a tower fortress fluttered around the black space-time portal.

The snow is heavier.

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I won't put it in the author's words this time, and I'll revise it later

Thank you for your support, many of you have reflected on the recent chapters, perhaps, but these chapters are by no means useless, they are for the sake of follow-up.

If I don't write down the protagonist's past clearly and roughly describe the protagonist's abilities, you will only feel that his outburst will be sudden, not taken for granted.

Today's chapter is to pave the way for the glory of the protagonist.,Maybe it's because I have few updates.,Make you feel bored to chase.,But trust me.,The follow-up content will be more exciting.。

It's true that there hasn't been a fight recently.,But to be reasonable.,The plot has been moving.,You look at other similar novels.,The plot of their halfway turn is longer than mine.,Especially the game of the other world.,In order to explain the setting.,Explain the worldview are all kinds of writing.,I'll say my favorite Amber Sword.,He wrote about the plot between the nobles is four or five chapters.,The psychological description of the characters is also two or three chapters.,I probably don't have that pen power.,There's no way to make you feel good at the turn.

Of course, I think all the fault is because I update slowly, if I update quickly, these foreshadowing will be done in a day or two, I admit it......