The spinning of star threads is not easy. The long river of fate extends to countless different branches. Unfortunately, for this tiny star, it is almost a dead end.
If you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will suffer crazy resistance and counterattacks, which is a matter of course.
Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant blows and shakes to disintegrate the original structure, and then establish a new system. Whoever wants to succeed once will only suffer.
But there is always hope.
[Even if it's a one in a billion chance, I'll find this way to a miracle. ]
The girl with silver hair and white dress, with burning eyes, walked through the long river of fate again and again, exploring the possibility of continuation.
She saw one shattered future, one sad ending after another.
The setting sun is like blood, broken halberds sink into the sand, and corpses are scattered everywhere.
Constantly flipping in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way of life.
again and again.
again and again.
I don't know how many times.
A kind of exhaustion came like a tide, drowning the whole body and mind. Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel exhausted, and her originally firm will began to sink gradually.
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I really want to rest, I really want to sleep, the twinkling pupils are slowly dimmed, the body walking in the river of fate slowly stagnates, and the edge of the body gradually blurs.
It seems that it will dissipate at any time, fall into the star world, and fall into the mortal world.
She tried to fly again, but her fingers slowly dissipated, turning into bursts of light particles.
[After all, is it irreversible? ]
Just when she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.
The faint blue wings are like a dream, flying gracefully.
She became a butterfly, and it was as if the butterfly had become her.
In this way, the butterfly fluttered its wings again, leaped lightly, and traveled rapidly in the long river of fate. The seemingly fragile wings were stronger and stronger than anything.
Even the washing of time, even the impact of the stars, cannot damage it in the slightest.
Butterflies are getting faster and faster, and there is no upper limit.
In the end, she turned into light, reflecting the entire river of destiny.
Finally, a track leading to a miracle was singled out.
The blue butterfly turned into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star line.
Threads and strands of golden light continued to gather from the void, intertwined with each other to form silk threads, and then continued to grow and extend.
This tiny star will lead to a brand new world along this trajectory.
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In the land of the west wind, the wind suffocates the wilderness.
The shocking starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, like an aurora.
Pullman was running in the cold wind, his blood-stained armor was extremely cold, but the amber fruit in his belly released surging heat and magic, and along with his breathing, he spit out bursts of white mist.
His consciousness has never been clearer than it is now, and the transcendent core that had been stagnant began to loosen.
Pullman's talent is not high, and it can even be said to be ordinary. If Roland Hill hadn't given him the extraordinary fruit to improve his physique, he would even have a problem with condensing the extraordinary core.
After taking the extraordinary fruit many times, coupled with the tempering of life and death for so many years, he was able to enter Sequence 5. Among several companions, his aptitude can be said to be the worst.
Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent training finally made up for some deficiencies, but he had reached the limit, and his path to the extraordinary sequence had long since stopped.
Like a boulder door, heavy and tightly closed, with no future in sight.
But now while running, he noticed the long-lost dawn, and the rigid and solidified core began to move according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a giant dragon, beating slowly, but it was so powerful.
Knowledge and difficulties that were incomprehensible in the past are now clear.
The transcendent core of consciousness is a black gem with complicated patterns.
The light in it was like breathing, bright and dark, and dark golden lines began to be engraved on the gemstone and spread.
Not only Pullman, but also the other soldiers of the rebel army in the wilderness. Those who had condensed extraordinary cores before began to upgrade, and those who did not condense cores also began to condense their own cores in their bodies.
The endless mana who carries the starlight in the sky, the magic power that was difficult to sense in the past, is so clear at this moment, even if some of them do not understand, and some are not qualified enough, it does not matter.
The starlight spread all over like invisible threads, pulling Mana and magic power, carefully avoiding obstacles and blockages, and constantly delineating the core of the sequence.
Just like pouring ink on the canvas, it happens to form a peerless masterpiece.
You can say that the probability of such a thing is extremely low, but you cannot deny its possibility.
Rolling the dice 100 times, each time is a 1, the probability is one in a billion.
And the miracle is to pick this result out of the billions and make it the only one destined to be.
Pullman walked faster and faster. In the wilderness under the starry sky, the air seemed to become extraordinarily fresh, and the movements of the enemy could be seen in the slightest. At this time, in the sea of his consciousness, the obsidian-like extraordinary core, like a blooming lotus, black On the petals, there are pale golden veins, in which the brilliance flows.
And he finally advanced to the Sequence of War 7: Abuse of the Lord, which was the pinnacle of the information given by the girl back then.
Before the pitch-black pupils, it was still the blazing thunder light, carrying the momentum of the mountain and the tsunami, attacking head-on.
The big sword in hand is made of black steel. It is extremely thick. It flies up like a light swallow, and then folds down. Like a cook who unravels an ox, it slashes down, cutting a lightning knight in half, and the hot blood splashes and sprays.
The world in Pullman's eyes has never been so clear. The wind and grass around him are moving, and the enemy's movements seem to be slowed down by 10 times. The flaws that were difficult to detect in the past are so conspicuous and clear that they can be split by taking advantage of the situation, as light as drinking water.
After a sword, the Lightning Knights suffered casualties for the first time, and this was just the beginning.
Their fronts rushed to the gathered phalanx again, and the thunder light galloped across the ground.
In the uprising army formation, a tight line of long spears was waiting, and the extraordinary magic power began to condense at the tip of the spear.
stab -
Cold iron pierced through the armor, flesh, and bones, and pieces of flesh and heads rolled with steel and rolled down the ground, splashing blood and dust.
The phalanx, which was as crisp as thin paper before, is now turned into a sharp and cold side knife, reaping the unruly lives one by one.
The earth under the starlight, the thunder gradually ceased.
Since then, the lightning knights, which are shining with lightning, have been removed from the mainland and become a real legend.
And on the melodious wilderness of bagpipes, from today onwards, a new myth will be preached.
The land of stars, Crancia.
This country, built according to the guidance of the sages, will eventually change the whole world.