I am the angel-killing sword that you gave me a messy appearance and a messy name. "
The Holy Sword's attitude changed so quickly that it was beyond human reach. In just a short moment, it completed its... uh... evolution from sage to shrew?
Faced with this huge change, I felt like I was struck by thunder. My mouth opened wide, and I finally managed to hold back a sentence.
"You...you are, the sword in my storage box."
"exactly."
"But it's not in this shape. My angel-killing sword is much prettier than yours." My mind was still a little confused, and I spoke out what was in my heart without paying attention.
"You...what did you say..., I..."
The tone of the Holy Sword's voice was raised greatly, filled with anger.
"Ahem, forget it, let's get to the topic."
The old man used the word "I" for a long time, suddenly changed his tone, coughed a few times, and said as if an adult doesn't remember the faults of a villain.
You must be changing the subject. Sure enough, do you also feel inferior to your ordinary appearance? What a poor guy. I looked at it sympathetically and did not continue to stimulate it.
"Wait a minute..."
I said out loud that there was something wrong with its words.
I gave it a form, attributes and a name. The name was okay, I named it after I found it in the storage box, but the form and attributes were clearly given by me on the computer in the original world. Why did I just do it casually in the modifier? A sword inexplicably turns into a holy sword. Judging from its tone, it seems like it has been there for a long time.
However, these are not the most important.
"Do you know my original world? Do you know how to go back?"
I asked in a hoarse voice, not minding that the fact that I was a time traveler would be exposed. I was holding on to a life-saving straw now, and I couldn’t care about so much anymore. To put it another way, its shape made me There is no sense of crisis. I feel that even if it is exposed, it will not be a big problem.
"Yes, I know you are from another world, although I don't know what world it is..." Shengjian said leisurely.
"But do you really want to go back that much?"
"Well……?"
its next sentence. It seemed to hit the most vulnerable part of my heart so hard that it took my breath away.
Yes, do you really look forward to going back that much? It turns out that in this world, there are tall buildings that I am familiar with. Cars and subways, a warm home, convenient appliances, and the games and animations I am addicted to. The most important thing is that it's safe there and I don't have to worry about being killed next moment.
but. But beyond that. In the original world. What else do I have? My parents are dead and I don’t have many friends. They are all just ordinary people who play games and discuss anime together. Houses, money, appliances, etc. are just dead objects...
And in this world? Although it is strange and full of death threats, there are people you love most here, close friends, elders, comrades who share life and death, Amazons who exist like sisters, and those who care about you, Sara, Lal, Doug, Gev, Aunt Sari...their faces flashed through my mind one by one.
I suddenly felt a dilemma, like a small boat in big waves, with the danger of capsizing at any time. I had always longed to return to land, but now I saw that the shore was actually not far away. In the distance, it looked like it was full of man-eating beasts.
"You don't have to worry about this. Just tell me if you can go back."
I suppressed the chaotic thoughts in my heart and said loudly and irritably.
"..."
"I'm sorry...I can't do anything..." After a moment of silence, the Holy Sword whispered.
"Yes...really?"
I was stunned for a long time, and finally fell to my knees on the ground as if I had collapsed. I felt that I should be very sad, almost heartbroken, but in fact, I am far less sad than I imagined. This is where I feel really confused. Perhaps, not having to choose is also a kind of happiness.
"Forget it, let's get to the point. First of all, should you tell me everything about you and the purpose of calling me here?" I raised my head feebly, feeling confused and lost in my heart. The feeling of melancholy made me suddenly lose the motivation to speak.
"..."
This time the Holy Sword was silent for a long time, and the two people stared at each other (if the Holy Sword existed, I believe it would be like this) for a long time, it finally spoke.
"Actually, I have almost forgotten everything in the past..."
"puff……"
I almost choked to death with my own breath. The feeling was like arriving at a friend's house on an invitation, and then being made angry and depressed by his "What do you want to see me for?"
"Is there something wrong with your brain?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"There's nothing I can do about it. After so long, I've almost forgotten everything..."
There was a trace of sadness in Holy Sword's explanation, which made me slightly stunned.
Yes, this self-proclaimed holy sword is most likely left behind in the Doomsday War. How long has it been since the Doomsday War? No matter how good your memory is, you may have forgotten everything.
"Then, just find some reason to give me from the remaining memories in your mind."
Although I think it is a bit pitiful, this does not prompt me to forgive it. A person can forget, but forgetting a sword is a bit too much for my simple common sense logic.
It paused, then cleared its throat, and I seemed to see it looking up at the sky, with its hands spread like a roc's wings.
"This is a great prophecy!!... right..."
After finishing the previous sentence in a rather dignified and high-spirited tone, it took a few seconds before it gently added the word "ba" with little confirmation at the end.
Should I knock it on the head to see if there's some straw dung stuffed inside?
"Keep talking."
I saw it became silent again, urging impatiently. I am quite immune to the clichés such as prophecies that are often seen in adventure games and hot-blooded anime.
"Don't make any noise, I'm just remembering."
It roared angrily.
"Ahem..."
It clears up the neutral voice that makes it impossible to distinguish between male and female (I don't know whether a sword should be expressed as male or female or other words to describe gender).
"An ordinary prince, holding an invincible holy sword that shocked the world and made ghosts and gods weep, met seven beautiful princesses in the forest, and then..."
"Wait a minute..." I raised my hand to interrupt.
It sounds a bit familiar. It seems that I had some impression when I was chatting with Sara, but it was very vague. As we all know, in this dark continent that prides itself on heroes, those bloody hero novels have spread to a terrifying extent. They are probably tens of thousands of times more than all the YY novels in the original world combined.
Regardless of whether there is an impression or not. Just the content inside makes me
Unhappy, what’s with that shameless adjective? And why is it such an ambiguous plot? What's the basis?
"I said Evelina..."
"It's Everlia..." it shouted angrily.
"Don't give other people female names casually. What's your basis?"
"I think your mouth looks more like a woman's... I'm sorry, it turns out you are a man."
"I always feel like your words are mocking me..." Holy Sword paused. Said very keenly.
"However, I am not a man either..."
"..."
"Don't look at me with sympathy..."
It roared angrily.
"Don't look at me with contempt..."
"..."
"Don't even look at me with pity, you bastard..."
I have to say, it feels surprisingly sharp.
"Then what do you want me to do? I understand. You must have played a comedy role in Heaven before, a comedian with the appearance of a holy sword, right..."
I suddenly remembered those angels. It was created out of God's sudden thoughts because of his loneliness. These bird people claim to be gods. He came as a servant of God. Maybe this sword is actually a cross talk actor in front of God. In this way, its identity is really remarkable.
"HH~~,,,, it's this look..."
I looked at it with admiration, and it suddenly felt light and contented.
Therefore, I took a few steps closer, wanting to take a closer look at this holy sword. Maybe I could pull it up from the ground and see its true form. What is the shape of the sword tip? Maybe there's a big hammer attached to it by accident.
However, the next moment, I regretted my decision. When I got closer to it, which was only a few dozen centimeters away, I was naturally "bumped" and bounced out, hitting the ground with a continuous "sand" sound. It rolled several times and slid to a place dozens of meters away before stopping.
It turns out that it hurts even in dreams.
"What are you doing..." I said angrily.
"I didn't do anything. You just stepped in and were ejected."
The Holy Sword's tone contained a hint of a snicker, and then he explained innocently.
"Is there such a setting? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"How did I know that you would suddenly come up to me? Besides, in the final analysis, it's not that your ability is too weak and you don't even have the strength to come close to me."
"Isn't this a dream?"
"Even in your dream, your abilities are still insufficient..."
"..."
It’s really an outrageous answer.
"So, what do you want from me?"
Finally, I reluctantly returned to the topic.
"Actually, I really can't remember it. I just suddenly felt a connection with you and pulled you in. Maybe this is the last time..."
The Holy Sword suddenly spoke in the same tone as when it first spoke, which made me feel a little restrained.
"Perhaps, I just want to find someone to talk to me for a few words, even if I hear some other sounds, I am tired of seeing this land..."
I was silent for a while, and then sat down on the piled-up corpses in Six Wings. He said hard.
"Okay then, let me chat with you. Well, what should I say? Do you want to know about my original world or my current situation? I can tell you about it."
"Thank you. If possible, that would be great, but time is running out..."
It replied in a tone that was both happy and disappointed.
"Don't talk. Listen to me..."
"Actually, I still remember some things, but I don't think it will be of any benefit to you now to know this..."
I nodded. I didn't feel angry because of its concealment, but felt relieved. My curiosity was not strong and it was useless for these. On the contrary, things that will only increase my responsibilities and burdens, I stay away from, yes, I long for them. It's a time to go out and fight monsters and earn a little money to support your family.
"Then, there isn't much time left..."
It seemed like he read my thoughts through his eyes. It smiled happily. This is the first time I heard it laugh. There is a very leisurely and elegant feeling.
"It doesn't matter, if you really want to help me. Then increase your strength quickly. Then pick up that sword and maybe you can communicate with me..."
It uses "that sword" to describe it, and it seems that it does not admit that it is its own identity. It is really a proud sword. Even with such a gorgeous appearance and such BT attributes, don't you take it seriously?
Then, the world in my eyes began to slowly blur, and its upright figure kept twisting and turning in front of my eyes. As soon as my eyes darkened, I lost consciousness.
"Why……"
A faint sigh came from the empty doomsday battlefield.
"After so many years, I thought I had forgotten how to make sounds, but..." it looked at the empty battlefield and said with a wry smile.
"It seems even more lonely..."
Redeemer? Ah, I forgot to ask his name. However, he is a very interesting young man. Although he has a bit of a poisonous mouth, he has a kind heart.
It’s really exciting.
The next moment, the entire mountain of corpses it was standing on suddenly began to vibrate. The corpses of the angels piled under it, which were said to be immortal, were all scattered like ashes, and the true face of the entire mountain appeared.
Buried in the mountain of corpses is a huge golden skeleton. It maintains a half-crouched posture on the ground, with its skull facing the sky and its lower jaw open. It looks like it is looking up to the sky and roaring. There is a pair of unparalleled huge bone wings on its back, exuding... It shines with bright golden light, which is covered up, the second color between heaven and earth.
However, it is just a corpse, because the holy sword is inserted into its raised forehead, quietly, quietly...
Redeemer, you are the one who breaks the "rules" with me. My master, do you want to continue the sorrow of the end, or create a new history...
…
…
I opened my confused eyes, and what slowly came into my eyes was a dim small room. Fortunately, it was still normal. I wanted to rub my eyes, but I found that my hands were held tightly, and they were a pair of warm ones. , soft, yet slightly rough little hands. From the slightly moist sweat coming from the palms, it can be seen that these gentle little hands are held very tightly and for a long time.
I slowly turned my head, and a stunning face that was both happy and angry slowly appeared in front of me. The surprise and tenderness in those sea-blue eyes seemed to melt me. In the dim room, there was a faint candlelight. Next, the fair face was dyed with a dark and soft tone, making her look like she was exuding the holy radiance of a goddess. For a moment, I was so stunned that I was speechless...
After a long time, my neck
Then he said in a confused tone.
"Who are you……"
…
The two brothers Lal and Barbarian were drinking and bragging in the bar. The battle in Vitas Village ended yesterday, and their good brother Wu also came back a few days ago. Well... although he was stuck Although Lord Xia carried him back, he was unconscious since then, but since Lord Kasha said that he was safe and sound, they put their worries at ease.
Moreover, according to Master Kasha, their brave and powerful good brothers, with the power of one person, took care of the mastermind behind this time-the Demon King Belial who had just arrived in the Dark Continent (the Demon King Belial is now alive) There is nothing to hide the news, and it cannot be hidden for long). This was really good news that surprised and delighted them. Although they were worried about Belial's appearance, after all, the mountains were high and the emperor was far away, and Belial was not their turn to worry about, so they were more worried. I am happy and proud of my good brother.
Doug, the big-mouthed braggart, was bragging to the adventurers how his good brother had beaten Belial so hard that he was unable to fight back. His sharp mouth was like a machine gun. Fast and smooth. Those who don't know really think he is witnessing it with their own eyes. I have to say that Doug's bragging skills are really amazing, even though everyone knows that there is not much truth in it. But he still listened with interest. In the original world, he might have become a great writer.
"Ah - ah -"
Just when Doug said that Taisho was wonderful, Belial looked as ugly and ferocious as a crippled monster (one can imagine that his lies will soon be exposed). When he was beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, a shrill scream that even covered up the sound of his loudspeaker came from a certain direction in the distance. The three of them looked at each other. Why does this voice sound so familiar? Could it be...
They stood up with a whoosh, abandoned the curious adventurers, and ran straight away amidst the weak protests from the bar owner.
There was a sound of "touch-". The door was kicked open by rude Doug. He spread his hands. He made a hugging gesture with his mouth wide open. It seemed that he wanted to use his loud voice that was louder than the howl of a wolf to give a warm and fierce greeting, but unfortunately, the next moment, his voice was stuck in his throat. He kept his mouth open wide, with one golden rooster on his feet and two big hands. The posture of Peng spreading his wings and the red face covered with tattoos looked very funny, but he just didn't dare to spit out the sound in his throat.
What's wrong? Lar and Goff in the back looked at each other curiously. This was not like Doug's usual behavior! ? So they squeezed their heads through the gap between Doug and the door, and looked inside curiously.
The brave and powerful demon-slaying warrior, whom they call their good brother, Wu, is currently lying on the bed, with a blonde woman kneeling on his waist. This vicious woman is kneeling on the waist of their good brother Wu. , leaning forward slightly, strangled Wu's neck with one hand, hugged the back of his head in his arms, and lifted up his legs with the other hand, tying their good brothers into a shape. The ambiguous posture is better described as painful than beautiful.
Could this be the legendary god-level self-created skill - the Queen's U-shaped hoop?
The three of them swallowed unconsciously and touched their lower backs with empathy. Just seeing this posture made them feel very painful. One can imagine what their good brother was suffering at this moment. Such pain.
But even so, they didn't dare to stop it, and they didn't even make a sound.
"Um……?"
The blond woman glanced at them gently with her remaining eyes. Her fair and small nose gently let out a questioning tone with substantive majesty. Her eyes as deep blue as the sea seemed to be shaving. Like a level 12 storm, the roaring waves swallowed up the sky and the earth, making people feel as if they were inside, terrified.
They suddenly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, and their bodies subconsciously stood up straighter than Bai Yang. Their eyes did not stay for even a second in the eyes of their "good brother" asking for help, and they immediately raised their heads high.
"It's really rude. Please don't worry, sir, we didn't see anything."
Yes, they are the most loyal soldiers of the Queen. After saluting fiercely, they said loudly, and then lowered their eyes imperceptibly, and found that their Majesty the Queen had not looked at them again, but was focusing all her energy on them. He hit the "good brother" underneath him, and it could be seen from his more shrill screams that he seemed to be a little stronger.
They breathed a sigh of relief as if they had been forgiven, and then turned around decisively amidst the shrill screams. Doug did not forget to gently close the door and then close it tightly. He was really a good soldier.
Amidst the grief-stricken "traitor" sounds in the room, the three of them walked away calmly. Even Gefu, a seemingly honest and honest man, did not forget to pretend to wipe a drop of tear on his face.
Wu, don’t worry, we will definitely take good care of Sara. Next year when we visit her grave, we will never let you see her crying face.
The three of them looked up at the fleeting meteor and thought silently in their hearts.
…
"Ha...huhu..."
I gasped for air and rubbed my almost broken waist with uncertainty - could it really be used in the future?
However, I still couldn't get up. Sister Sharna was still sitting on my lower back. She seemed to have no intention of letting me go. Wow~~
Just as I was waiting in fear for the next punishment, my hair suddenly felt like it was dripping. I almost immediately turned around and glanced at my sister.
Her waist was bent down, and her hands were supporting both sides of my head. Her elegant and beautiful face was facing me, and her long golden hair hung straight on my cheek like a waterfall. .
The most important thing is that there was an imperceptible wet mark on her cheek, which almost made my heart become anxious immediately.
"I put my hands through her soft long hair, gently hugged her neck, and then applied a little force, but she didn't resist, just like a kitten after showing its power, she was docilely pulled into my arms...
"You bastard brother, do you want to scare me to death?"
She whispered softly in my ear, her voice as subtle as the breeze.
"I'm sorry..., I used a little force with my hands. At this moment, I really don't know how to describe the regret in my heart. My sister was obviously so scared, but I didn't feel her feelings at all, so I started acting like this. A naughty joke.
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The next plot will be a relatively relaxed post-war adjustment. The protagonist will be weak for a period of time, and then take the opportunity to receive some training, so the next few chapters will be at a relatively relaxed pace, and then continue to embark on the pace of experience, okay, big time The plot that most people don’t like is over, cheers. In fact, you will find out in the future how important these previous chapters are...
