At the same time, the silver-haired girl suddenly felt a huge torrent of memories coming in compliance with the divine machine contract.
Countless flashing memory fragments poured into the memory core of this little divine machine.
-You were really born in the wrong era.
Once upon a time, someone seemed to have said this to himself.
In a long-forgotten memory, in an ancient and simple gym, a middle-aged man was knocked to the ground. He lay flat on the ground, half-opening his eyes, looking with complicated eyes between violent breaths. His son, the one who stood in front of him and defeated him.
"You've surpassed me."
Sighing deeply, the middle-aged man who had experienced hundreds of battles slowly stood up. He said with emotion and regret to the young man in front of him: "Unfortunately, in this world, even if you learn to be invincible, you still can't." There is no use for it.”
This is a world that no longer needs fighting...
The middle-aged man's eyes were full of pity.
-You are a hungry wolf among the sheep, thirsting for blood and greedy for raw meat, but you can only chew green leaves and sleep on the grassland. Even if you search the whole world, you can't find anyone worthy of a fight.
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 in the world can there be a life more twisted and tragic than this
The young man remained silent. He stared at his fists, clenching and relaxing them, as if he didn't care.
But how could he not know that everything his father said was true
He just has a simple desire, longing for a hearty battle, longing for the passion of life and death - it will never happen again, whether it is the martial arts era in the past or the war that just ended recently, it will never happen again, the soul and heart are hidden. Its pulse cannot be ignited, and it will never burn.
This is a world of great harmony, a world without disputes, and there is no need for warriors to exist.
The fragments of memories slowly dispersed. In the distant sky, the flying dragon breathing frost hovered above the mountains. The howls of wild beasts could be vaguely heard, becoming fragmented in the wind and carried to the distance.
As the cold wind blew, Joshua suddenly laughed. He stood on the edge of the fortress wall, looking around the mountains and the world. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and see all the monsters hidden in the shadows and darkness.
Stretching out his palm, red waves burned like fire in his palm. While the fighting spirit was emitting light, it was also slowly changing color. The red light gradually dimmed, and a black-red glow shone on Joshua. Every corner of his face is reflected.
But it seemed that it was blocked by something, and the black-red flame could no longer become dimmer. It remained in this form and remained motionless, no matter how violent the fluctuations were, it remained the same.
"If there is no target for releasing the killing intent, it can only reach this point."
A low self-talk sounded, which seemed to be a little regretful, but more of a confidence and expectation: "However, when the next battle begins, that's when my power of glory will be achieved."
The voice was categorical, leaving no room for error.
This is a real world.
There is no falsehood at all, whether it is the beating heart in the heart, or the thin layer of frost underfoot, whether it is the blood pumping in the chest of the warrior, or the pieces of meat splashed when the enemy dies, they are not data in the game, nor are they exquisite. The pictures, these things are all real existence, no different from the previous life.
He seemed to know this for the first time, but he was not surprised at all. Perhaps he should have noticed this when he swung his weapon to kill the enemy for the first time and let the blood soak into his chest, but no matter what, now It's no longer important.
The power of this world is real, whether it is fighting, fighting or death - the same is true for the power that lives in his body, has the same source as the fighting spirit, and flows continuously but latently.
Holding fighting spirit in hand, the black-haired warrior extinguished it.
The power of glory is a power that goes deep into the depths of the human soul. It is the strongest light that blooms when the will and soul are burning. How can it be explained and awakened by a game or a system in the previous life? Even though he is a former legendary warrior, at this step, he still has to make it on his own.
After all, he is a time traveler, and he is not a kind person. Joshua has no feelings for this world. Even if he knows how much suffering this land will face in the future, he has no sympathy at all. He only cares about the people around him. The safety of the people is in danger... But along with the disaster comes wave after wave of increasingly stronger enemies, just like the abyss worm encountered by Ares Fortress. This is the opportunity to fight.
As long as the killing intent can be released and the battle can continue, that's fine.
"Firefaction, it's getting late."
Not paying attention to the confused eyes of the silver-haired girl beside him, the warrior patted her little head and said, "Let's go."
"Um."
Still in a daze, she didn't understand what her master was thinking or saying before. She didn't even see anything clearly from the torrent of memories. She just vaguely felt that her question had actually been answered. Yingying was slightly confused. head, following behind Joshua.
However, although she did not get a satisfactory answer, at least one thing was certain.
-Joshua wants to fight, so he must need Firefly.
This is enough
The contented weapon chuckled silently and followed his master away from the city wall.
It has nothing to do with feelings or loyalty. Just as a warrior belongs to battle, the weapon only belongs to her master.
The wind and snow filled the air.
Just in the direction that Joshua was looking at before, behind the mountains and deep in the black forest, a huge dragon with a black and golden body was lying on the top of the gray-white cliff, licking its wounds.
The black-red stream of light surrounded the wound penetrated by the steel spear, causing the wound that should have healed long ago to still bleed out, consuming its power.
"Woo..."
Angry screams came from the throat, the black dragon shook its body, the magic power of chaos boiled, purple-black mist rose into the sky, it mixed snow and ice, and spread everywhere in the forest. Countless wild beasts breathed this power of chaos , to meet their gradually alienated physical needs, crystal-like exoskeletons appeared around their bodies bit by bit, carrying unknown power.
In the center of the black forest, dim light flickers, and a black space-time gate surges with chaotic and extremely filthy mist. It stands in the sky above a hill, and endless alien power passes through the narrow space-time channel behind it. To this world, insect-like monsters with smooth carapace and crystal spines emerged from it and jumped around it, more and more.
In this hell-like cold black mist, a pair of transparent wings that seemed to be made of ice could be vaguely seen emerging. The wings were flapping, with countless strange lines on them, shining with ice-blue magic light, and under this light Under the influence, the ice and snow seemed to become colder, the wind became more violent, and the clouds and air flows tens of kilometers around seemed to change direction due to these wings, rushing towards the direction of the Moldova Fortress.
"Buzz-"
With a soft cry, the ice-blue wings left the clouds, and an extremely huge translucent butterfly as huge as a tower and fortress surrounded the black space-time door and danced gracefully.
The snow is getting heavier.
(End of chapter)