What does it feel like to have the first consciousness
She was just like a baby in her mother's womb.
If you don’t know your past, you won’t understand your present.
All she saw was endless white light, which was like warm water, surrounding her mind.
surge…
wash away…
Touching her soul.
The feeling is like a gentle night at the seaside, with the sound of waves always softly heard while half asleep and half awake.
That feeling is like a mother's embrace, and there is always warmth coming from the hazy state.
The feeling is more like a winter bed, which makes people not want to wake up no matter what.
It was as if there was a force protecting and isolating her rational consciousness, allowing her instincts to thrive.
Until that moment, a ray of light pierced into her world.
Then, consciousness is released.
When the girl realized her own existence, everything around her began to make sense.
What she saw and heard began to be defined bit by bit. The definitions and meanings added together gradually formed a world that she could understand.
From this moment on, Mo Yu was born into this world, but she didn't have a name at this time. But she knew a lot of things instinctively, she didn't need to babble like a baby, she knew the names of various things she saw in front of her, the only problem was that her past was blank.
She realized she was kneeling, with two crossed spears pressing against her head and neck.
A man's voice came from the front, "... These despicable beasts killed twenty of my soldiers and stewards in the mine riot. They looted one of my manors and finally burned down one of my outposts. I, the Empire, will not forgive such bastards..."
She found that the language was not very friendly, but she could understand it without any difficulty. The only sense of strangeness soon disappeared after a few words. She raised her head and saw a middle-aged man in a red cloak standing in the pergola and talking to the people in the square.
"If you want to kill, kill me, why kill women and children!" Another younger voice suddenly interrupted the middle-aged man.
The person who spoke was the young man walking in front. As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched in the cheek. "Ah~"
The man did not answer him at all, but ordered: "It seems that these guys can't wait to die. Prepare for the execution."
She raised her head higher and saw a group of soldiers walking out from the side of the awning not far away, each holding a two-handed sword in his hand.
At this time, the two soldiers who were holding her felt her movements. One soldier shouted, "Don't move! Are you eager to die?" The other said, "Little girl, if you behave yourself, I will ask the executioner to move faster so that you will suffer less."
She looked down at her hands. She looked non-threatening because she was so weak. After being caught, her wrists were simply tied with hemp rope, and there were no other restrictions on her.
She struggled slightly, but the three loops of hemp rope were too tight and had already penetrated into her skin, so she increased her strength and the hemp rope creaked and only lasted for a moment before breaking.
As the two soldiers stared in amazement, the girl grasped the two spears at her neck. No matter how hard the two men pulled, the spears did not move at all.
"What's going on? Who are you?" The soldier asked in panic, pulling out his spear. He was about to call out to his comrades and issue a warning, but at that moment, he met the girl's gaze.
She tilted her head, her black eyes were like a clear black crystal, but the depth in them was chilling, and the soldier choked on everything he was about to say.
"What's my name? I can't remember it." She clamped the spear, growled, stood up and turned sharply. The two soldiers were thrown out in an instant like ants stuck on a spinning top.
The girl, who had regained consciousness, moved extremely quickly, like a fluttering butterfly. The power emanating from her petite body was far greater than that of the tall and strong soldiers around her. She used the two spears in her hands as baton rods, sweeping across the entire venue. All the soldiers who were hit by her spear handles were sent flying sideways. Even several prisoners who were kneeling on the ground were affected and fell off the stage with the soldiers.
Some clever prisoners around saw this and quickly grabbed the spears dropped by the soldiers and started to cut the ropes on each other's hands and feet. Some of them were stabbed to death by other soldiers, but some untied the ropes and picked up the spears to fight with the soldiers.
Some of the stronger prisoners even roared and began to change. The animal-like parts of their bodies began to deform, their teeth became pointed, their claws became sharp, and some even began to swell up, growing thicker muscles and terrifying scales.
The young man in the lead suddenly knocked away the two soldiers beside him. His nose and mouth bulged, his ears became pointed, and his hair grew wildly. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a werewolf over 2.5 meters tall. Although the werewolf's hands and feet were seriously injured, he used his body as a weapon and rushed around, knocking many soldiers to the ground.
The swordsmen who were lined up on the field, led by two knights, rushed towards the prisoners. The two leading knights drew their swords and shouted loudly, and red fighting spirit burst out from the blades. Their speed increased instantly, and they rushed towards the most dazzling girl on the field like a galloping horse.
The attack was like two meteors, coming in an instant. The girl had no time to dodge and was about to collide with the knight. She roared loudly, and her clear voice was like the cry of a newborn phoenix. A white halo shone from her body, but she didn't dodge or avoid it. She waved two spears and shook off the knight's attack. From the perspective of others, an egg met two flying bricks. It seemed that in the next second, the thin girl would die under the swords of two armored warriors. But what everyone couldn't believe was that after the swords and spears intersected, there was a loud bang. In the smoke and dust, the girl did not retreat a step, but directly knocked the two knights away. The girl let out a long roar and threw the two broken spears in her hand. Like a stream of light passing through the air, the broken spears pierced through the breastplates of the two knights like piercing a piece of paper. When the two fell to the ground, they were both dead.
The girl put her hands on her knees, hunched her back and gasped. This attack consumed a lot of her strength, but it made her excited. It seemed that a long-lost feeling returned to her body. In a moment, she stood up, walked to the nearest soldier, and hooked her finger at him, saying, "Spear."
The soldier looked at her with trembling legs, threw his spear to the ground, screamed and turned to run.
She kicked the spear and it flew up into the air, then grabbed it in her hand.
Leaning her spear on the ground, she smiled and looked around the audience: "I'm leaving now, who has any objections?" (To be continued)