What awaits you at the ideal end?
After the hero defeats the devil, everyone in the world will live a happy life without worries.
That's what fairy tales say, but reality is not.
He who stares into the abyss needs to remember that the abyss is also staring at you; he who fights with dragons will one day become a dragon himself.
Since ancient times.
It's always like that.
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"Good morning, Haymelin."
When consciousness returns and he can regain control of himself, he is already in a civilized society.
The senses that have become sharper than before quickly collect information - judging from the angle of the sun, it is about 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning. The fact that the noisy crowd sound comes from below proves that this is the upper floor of a certain building, about the third floor, because if it is higher, the noise of the people downstairs will be less noisy.
Hearing was followed by smell. He twitched his nose, and then swallowed unconsciously.
The aroma that fills the nostrils is that of fried salmon pieces, which is a typical lower-class food in areas where hunting bans are in effect. Bacon and sausages can only be eaten occasionally. In the case of deer hunting, you can only get a piece of it when you go out with the lord, and it is often thrown into the water by the nobles without eating it. Therefore, only the salmon that can be seen everywhere in the river and the beans in the fields are common. Some sources of protein.
He is very familiar with this kind of food. Although it is simple, a good cook can cook it to perfection.
This was the most prominent smell, but he could still smell the older smells in the environment beyond its cover.
There is a damp smell that often occurs in the rainy season. Because it is made of cheap wood, its moisture-proof performance is not superior. Over time, this unique old house smell will emit.
——In the southern part of the empire, it’s the time of heavy rain at the transition between spring and summer. It was on the third floor of an old cheap hotel somewhere. It was probably a hotel located in a market, so there was a lot of people downstairs.
And breakfast—no, there’s no cooking in the Imperial South without tomatoes. This was obviously not provided by the hotel - he looked at the man sitting in the corner of the room, and was surprised again by the changes in his body.
The silver-haired druid member stayed in the corner of the room. Because of the sunlight, the contrast was too strong and he should not have been able to see her clearly in the dark. But those eyes quickly adapted to the changes in lighting, and he could clearly see even her eyelashes and the cracked pupil texture formed by the magical light flowing in those eyes.
"Did you notice it?" Erica came over with a wooden plate containing thick bread and fragrant pan-fried salmon pieces. Next to the wooden bowl of soup were burlap and raspberry leaves.
"...What, what's going on?" Haimirning got up from the bed and felt that the area around his temples was swollen and painful, and his whole body felt like itching and numbness after sitting for a long time. .
"I don't suggest you get out of bed right away, because you have been lying there for two months." Erica said, but it was too late.
"Uh-" "Stepping on the step-" He was as difficult as to control his footsteps like a young deer, and he supported above the wall before taking two steps. Then he almost fell because he lost his balance. He subconsciously grabbed the cabinet next to the bed, but with a "bang" sound, he directly tore off a corner of the solid wood cabinet.
"..."
He turned his attention to the only person in the room besides himself, and apparently the only one who could give him an explanation.
"Listen while you eat." Erica handed the food over. Haymelin took it and nodded.
"You still remember what I taught you before about how to effectively use this kind of physique in your body." Erica wrapped the raspberry leaves in burlap, then twisted and tightened it into a small Cloth bag. Then press firmly to squeeze out the juice and pour it over the already cold salmon meat as a seasoning.
"Because the magic power is in a dissipated state and cannot be condensed. Therefore, by drawing magic circles on various parts of the body and stimulating the magic power, the whole body can be strengthened. You can run faster, have greater strength, and recover faster. Right? ." Haimelning took the bread she handed over, took a big bite, and then said.
"Yes. This is a form of magic that humans have not yet mastered, because ordinary human magicians can only use point-to-point transmission. Deliberately allowing one's magic to flow throughout the body will cause overload and compression of the heart, leading to death from myocardial infarction. So it’s basically destined to be inoperable from a physiological structure point of view.”
"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's your unique way of using magic power."
"I'll just put it straight." Erica shrugged: "Your current state is equal to."
"This kind of whole-body strengthening magic has been completely solidified, and it's even better than that. Not only has the strength, speed, and recovery ability improved, but the five senses and thinking have also become sharper." She continued: "Wait until you are completely With this power, there are many things you can do.”
"Even if you punch through this wall with one punch, it won't be a problem. Of course, your body's strength is still at the human level, so fractures will still occur." She shrugged again.
"What's the price?" Heimerning, who quickly finished his breakfast, raised his head, and he keenly noticed the problem.
"That's a good question." Erica smiled: "Yes, such magic cannot be without expenditure."
"How much do you remember about what happened before you passed out?"
"Just remember that I shouldn't be alive." Hemelning lowered his head to observe his body. The wounds on his left shoulder and right abdomen had long since healed, leaving only shocking scars.
"Well..." Erica pondered for a while: "How should I explain."
"You understand the concept of energy, right?" she said, and Haymelin nodded.
"The heat emitted by the fire can heat the food. After eating the food and absorbing the nutrients, people will have the strength to continue moving. If you are injured, you need to eat nutritious food, so that the body will recover slowly and the wound will heal naturally."
"What drives all these things and makes everything move is energy."
"And this is the essence of what humans call 'magic'. It is the original force that acts on all things and exists in all things." "Pa—" Erica snapped her fingers, and then There was a flame on his fingertips: "As long as you use the right method, you can reproduce physical phenomena at the cost of consuming your own magic power."
"This is the so-called magic. Of course, it is so simple to say but very difficult to do." She waved her finger to make the flame disappear, and then continued: "Your current state is actually that you will always be under magic. Output, magic is on."
"Is this...did she do it?" Haimelning was silent for a moment, and then spoke.
"Yeah." Erica nodded: "Even I can't fully understand the whole situation of witch transformation. You can think of it as the whole person becomes another existence. It's not just the physical structure and abilities. , and the thinking and knowledge reserves will also change."
"And she overcame everything with her own will in the end. The difficulty of doing so was basically equivalent to blocking an incoming tsunami by one person, but she did it, and through the knowledge she learned after that, she prevented your death. "
"The method is actually quite simple and crude. It is to make the Druid body-strengthening magic in your body permanent and always be on. And in order to maintain all this, it is now circulating in your body."
Erica said.
"It's her magic."
"A magic power that is so huge that it is unimaginable for humans. If the magic power you consume every day to maintain this enhanced magic is compared to this bowl of soup -" Erica pointed to the soup that Hemelning had not finished drinking: " Then all the magic power in your body now is the Mobigas Inland Sea."
"This is also the purpose of most of the newly painted runes on your body - to suppress the magic power that is too strong for humans and prevent them from tearing you apart. Of course she did it, but We also made some minor modifications while you were in coma. After all, it was a hasty move, and there are still many imperfections." Erica pointed at the main part of Haimirning's body that had dimmed and looked like Tattoo-like runes.
"Then in addition to the existing strengthening runes, I also added cognitive interference to you." She continued: "Paired with the suppression circle."
"..." Haimirning frowned, and he noticed the difference in Erica's name. She said "we" before, but here she became a self-proclaimed person.
"Let me explain it to you simply." She noticed his expression, but just continued: "If you see a dragon walking by on the street, you will definitely be shocked. But when you see an ordinary-looking dragon Passers-by, unless they are wearing conspicuous clothing, will forget what he looks like after a few minutes.”
"This kind of magic circle turns you from a dragon into a passerby."
"It's a suggestion spell that makes people think, 'This guy is nothing special.' Even if a few more determined people are able to overcome its effects, they are often not trusted because no one else notices. .In the end these things just become folklore."
"So this is the foundation of your life." Haimirning said, and Erica nodded: "Yes, the Druid organization is not invincible. Everything is low-key, and this is why I assassinate you. The reason for this—you noticed, I know.”
"Oh-" She sighed, then sat down on the bed.
"They don't want to let you go." Erica's expression became helpless: "In this regard, druids are no different from humans."
"I understand. After all, I know too many things." Haimirning nodded.
"Yes. And the huge magical power in your body means that you are worried that humans who have mastered such huge power will cause disasters and destroy human society. In the final analysis, it is actually the old immortals above who are afraid that they will be implicated."
"Fear can drive people to do terrible things that they would otherwise be unable to do." Erica paused and said, "So adding cognitive interference to you is my arbitrary decision."
"Will those who fight dragons one day turn into dragons that are feared by others?" Haimirning shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
"At least with this, you can still have your own choice." She turned back to look at Haimirning and said: "Joining the Druids is of course the opinion of the people above. But to be honest, you will probably only be able to join this organization. I feel unfree because I have a special status.”
"It's okay to choose to remain anonymous and forget all about it, live in seclusion and live an ordinary life. This huge magic power will give you not only physical fitness, but your lifespan will also become longer. If you want, maybe you can Where to live the rest of your life in peace.”
"It all depends on your choice." Erica said as she swung her feet, jumped to the floor, and then moved her neck.
"Thank you." Haimelning looked at her seriously and said.
She escorted him alone to this secluded town in the south, and added such magic. It was self-evident that she did not want him to be bound by the Druid organization to which she belonged and be able to make his own choices.
"Just think of it as a favor you owe me. You can pay it back anytime in this life. Although it may be a long time, but when I come to you in need, don't default on it." Erica smiled. Then he walked to the bed and picked up the spear leaning against the corner.
"Saniya..." Haimirning hesitated.
"Nothing was left." She shook her head: "It just disappeared like a burst of light."
"You...when you are in a coma, you occasionally talk in your sleep...No, it's nothing." Erica shook her head: "I think it's not suitable for me to say comforting words. "
She laughed self-deprecatingly, and Haimiren shrugged and smiled: "Yeah, it really doesn't look like you."
The sound of "tap tap tap" sounded outside the door. There was more than one person, and it was obvious that they were coming this way.
"It's your friends. They tried to stop the Druids when they transferred you away after you were unconscious, but they gave in after it became clear that they couldn't control the situation. You will almost be able to wake up once your condition stabilizes. I informed them when I arrived." Erica said, "Then it's time for me to leave."
"You and Sania." Hemelning said, and her steps stopped.
"No, you and the witch..."
"That's right." Erica took back her steps and turned her head.
"If you have a chance, tell that story again," she said with a smile.
Under the sunshine outside the window, that smile is pure and clean.
"Goodbye."
"my friend--"
With the silver light shining, she jumped up, stepped on the wooden balcony of the hotel, and then quickly disappeared into the distance.
The sound of "squeak-" sounded, and the person who opened the door and walked in was Gedo with a stubble on his face. He looked more like a patient than Hemelning, but his tired face showed the youth. At that time, I finally relaxed and let out a sigh of relief.
"Welcome back, captain." The great swordsmen walked into the room and gathered around him.
"But I'm not sure whether it's right to say this in today's world." Gedo shook his head and sighed, while Haimirin put the tableware aside, sat down again, and began to listen to his details. talk.
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What awaits you at the ideal end?
After you overcome everything and deny what you think is wrong, can what you get really be called beautiful?
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The East Coast was completely in chaos.
During the two months that Heimernin was in coma, the entire East Coast changed dramatically.
The only person in the square who had not lost his composure at the time, Archbishop Lyon of Suomir, was elected pope. But what he did made it appear that Hemelning and the others had mistrusted someone.
Amid internal and external troubles and the erosion of the Ideal Sect, the Padrosi Empire was in ruins. In order to stop all this, the Great Swordsman and the Druid organization went to deal with the Ideal Sect, but the people behind them were not idle either.
Having the same ideas on a certain matter does not mean that they will always be partners. Hymelning had no way of knowing Leon's true inner thoughts. In short, after ascending to the throne of the Pope, his approach began to diverge from the ideas of the great swordsmen.
After several quarrels, Lyon inevitably turned to the side of the Suomir nobles like a swinging balance.
Suomir was divided.
The kingdom, which was extremely united in the presence of powerful foreign enemies like the Empire, split into three parties: the nobility, the church, and the great swordsman.
This kind of thing is not uncommon throughout the ages.
The predecessor of the Great Swordsman was the Silver Guard Knights, a defected imperial knighthood. They had no roots in Suomir. Although he became the representative of Suomir's top military force with the help of Heimirning's leadership and won several battles, and the reputation of Marshal Heinzwom in Suomir once surpassed that of the orthodox royal family and nobles, he was very popular. It is not surprising that they, who were originally unknown under Gao Que, have ended up being pushed across the river.
"The royal family, nobles and people from the church plan to send troops south." From Gedo's words, Haymelning could make a rough guess.
Most of their intention is to kill two birds with one stone.
On the one hand, the nobles hope to erase his achievements, but on the other hand, expanding Suomir's territory southward is also a long-standing ambition.
After all, nobles are nobles. They pay attention to blood. They play with power and may tolerate rootless weeds like great swordsmen during war. But when the crisis is over, not to mention getting rid of them, they will do everything possible to weaken their influence.
Xiao Jiujiu understands the feelings of the royal family and nobles, and Lyon, who ascended to the throne of the Pope, discovered the huge vacancy of faith in the south after the Ideal Sect was annihilated.
He was a little better than the nobles, and still tried to draw the great swordsmen into the southward camp. But what he said, having never experienced a bloody battle: "Although those people in the Ideal Sect who were twisted by demons have disappeared, the pain in the world has not diminished. This is exactly what I, the Orthodox of the White Church, have done with the Great Yetina Sect. Lord, it’s a good time to bring hope to the people!" Such righteous words did not convince the great swordsmen.
"You shouldn't go south." Gedo said, and as expected, people at that meeting began to attack him for his past identity.
"Are you worried that the interests of your real motherland will be damaged? Then there is no need to worry, we will not be like the imperial people. The just Suomir will treat all kind-hearted citizens equally."
"This has nothing to do with the empire, it's just that Suomir shouldn't get involved in this muddy water!" Gedo tried his best to retort, but he only received more ridicule.
"Then you want us to turn a blind eye and lock the country's doors to the working people who are also believers? Run away with your tail between your legs, like your great leader, the arrogant Marshal Suomir?" A Suo The high-ranking nobles of Mir said this, and then they were satisfied with the echoes of "Yes-" and "Yes-" with a slightly smug smile on their faces.
"This country is finished." Gedo shook his head and dropped these words, and then left Suomir again with the great swordsmen who did not agree with this behavior.
His words came true.
Just five days after they left, Suomir, who had been able to keep himself clean despite sealing off the border, lost the ability of the general marshal and senior swordsmen to correctly judge the situation as a guide. Amidst a series of inflammatory speeches led by the royal family and the pope, the entire country was plunged into a frenzy.
"For the Church! For tomorrow! For the King!"
"Long live Suomir! Long live Suomir!" chanted such slogans in the name of "continuing the holy war."
They plunged into the muddy water.
Ridiculous, ridiculous, really ridiculous. Because they had not been affected by the chaotic situation in the empire for nearly a year and developed independently, the people's self-confidence had expanded to a very high level.
But what virtue and ability are there, and what virtue and ability do they have? Can a small country alone want to change the situation on the entire east coast?
When everything is in chaos like a pot of hodgepodge, rushing into the mire of war with the sword held high and shouting long live will definitely not be the answer to the solution.
So of course.
Suomir was also in chaos.
At first, they really had the idea of preaching and supporting to bring peace to the local area, and the battle was only against those bandits and arrogant imperial nobles. Using this method of winning people's hearts, they quietly occupied many empire territories. The reputation of the Yetina Sect and Suomir's sphere of influence have indeed begun to have significant results, but this quagmire is not so easy to mess with.
When the people in the occupied territories needed more than the small northern country could provide, dissatisfaction began to build. The practice of transferring supplies from the rear and sending young and middle-aged labor to the front also caused people in the country to resist.
Eventually, the revulsion turned into action.
The trigger was the exposure of a family of Suomir farmers who hid their own supplies and refused to support the front line. The soldier captain thought they were "how could they be so unpatriotic?" In his fervent patriotic sentiments, he accidentally beat the farmer to death.
A fight ensued between the military and civilians.
The royal family and nobles, as well as Lyon, who had been promoted to pope, suddenly found themselves deeply involved in unfavorable public opinion. And the soldiers under their command began to wonder what they were fighting for.
They have become no different from other places on the East Coast. People are in panic and their days are like years.
"The royal family and the church have lost their credibility. I really can't believe that things will get so bad so quickly. What are we fighting for now."
"We need you to come back and guide the people." Gedo said this to Haymelin.
And he was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
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What awaits you at the ideal end?
If something you firmly believe is wrong and must be destroyed, it is the only spiritual sustenance of others.
So you can still hesitate?
Even when the hatred grew after that, did you still believe you were doing the right thing.
You still can.
Forge ahead?
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"Give it back to me! Give it back to me!"
"Give me my son back, my son, my son -" The ragged woman knelt down on the roadside and cried loudly, holding the children's clothes that were tattered because they had been robbed by others. Most people were not surprised by this and just passed by in silence.
"That's my only son..."
"You——" "Don't come close." A young girl who seemed to have a good life was about to show concern, but was stopped by someone.
"Those are the remnants of the Ideal Sect." He said, with visible contempt on his face. The girl also had a slightly frightened look on her face, and she nodded and distanced herself.
The sound of horse hooves sounded.
"Wow -" Everyone raised their heads and looked over, but the woman lowered her head and cried at first. When she raised her head and saw the group of people wearing cloaks with swords on their backs, her eyes suddenly widened. Then it was filled with bloodshot eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!" She turned the corner and ran over with her bare feet on the muddy water. Then she accidentally fell to the ground and got dirty all over her body.
"...Stop." Haimelning pulled the reins, and everyone stopped. He sat on the horse and looked down at the woman.
"Get out of here! Get out of here! Get out of here!" The woman climbed up from the ground like a crazy wild dog, crawled close to him covered in mud, scooped up a ball of mud, and threw it over.
"Wha—" He dodged easily.
"Don't! Stop her, stop her!" The other civilians who were screaming quickly stopped her, and several sturdy men hurriedly hugged her without caring that she was dirty and smelly. The woman whose limbs were used to prevent her from going crazy continued to approach Haymelin and his party.
There is usually only one reason for such a spontaneous reaction.
"Grand Swordsmen, this is just a crazy woman, please don't mind, please don't mind!" Haimirning looked at it with his steady gray-blue eyes. His extraordinary eyesight could detect the smallest details. The expressions of these people changed, the corners of their eyes twitched, their eyebrows and ears drooped.
Very similar.
A dog trembling in fear.
This was a sin that they must bear, and all the more than two hundred great swordsmen fell silent. None of them spoke up to defend themselves. Even though the people in the Ideal Sect had been infected by the witch, most people didn't care about that.
In their eyes, they are cruel butchers.
"It doesn't matter." Hemelning shook his head, then pulled the reins again and went forward.
"Damn this stupid woman!" There was a sound of beating behind her, and the citizens hurriedly dragged the woman into the alley.
He didn't try to stop it because that would only make things worse.
What has been done is like water thrown out, and there is no way to undo it.
"Keep walking-" Gedo nodded behind him, and the great swordsmen all followed his footsteps.
God must be a Lamanite.
Because what a brilliant satire it is.
They tried their best to deny what the witch-turned-Saniya had done, but after being eliminated, all they got was infamy and hatred.
This is natural.
Young people, especially young people from the aristocracy, always talk about the future, ideals, and the good things to come.
But born in such troubled times, the common people who were originally at the bottom and couldn't see a way out, now never see an end to these miserable days. There are many people who just want to live an easy life.
For these people, Ideal Buddhism is salvation.
They can definitely feel something is wrong, but it's like drinking. Even though they know that they will vomit if they drink too much, they will still be seduced by the drunkenness that temporarily forgets the pain and get stuck in it.
They don’t want tomorrow, they don’t want the future. They just want to forget the pain and gain peace in the moment, and Sania can give them more than that, she can also let them see their dead relatives.
From the perspective of these people, Haymelin and the great swordsmen he led were heinous people who once again took away their relatives.
"You woke them up from their painless dreams, but you didn't ask them if they wanted to wake up." Gedo drove his horse forward, approached Haimirning, and spoke.
"I really didn't know you were a poet." The latter shrugged.
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What awaits you at the ideal end?
When you try your best but are ruined by others' selfish desires.
Even he is facing a dilemma, as if his long-term efforts are meaningless.
You still can.
Do you firmly believe that what you are doing is right?
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The wind howled.
"I'm sorry that things have to come to this point. I still like you, Your Excellency Marshal." The high-ranking coalition forces of Lyon and the royal family looked down at the surrounded and scarred swordsman and his entourage.
"I'm sorry, Captain, I don't know where the news was leaked." Gedo said while breathing heavily, holding a spear in his left hand and holding a shield in his right hand.
"No need to apologize." Haimelning shook his head, then tightened his grip on Kramer, and looked back at the people behind him.
"Hiss——" Many people were injured, and the number of people had been reduced. The members who were too seriously injured were pulled to the center of the formation for protection. When Haimirning looked over, one of them was breaking the arrow on his arm so that he could continue to fight without being affected.
There are countless words that can be used to laugh at the current situation, such as burning bridges and burning rabbits, but it would also be a complete lie to say that he did not expect this situation to happen.
The royal family and the church would not allow him to return.
So they decided early on to secretly return to the country and try hard to change this situation.
But the news still leaked.
It can't be considered an accident.
When the entire country has descended into a state of frenzy, it becomes a sin not to support it, and it is even more sinful to secretly want to change the situation.
"Huh-" Haimirning breathed out.
After entering the country of Suomir, they should have taken a secret route to the location where they were picked up, and headed to the location of the great swordsmen who were staying in the country. Now he was stopped halfway and faced a well-prepared army.
"This country is finished." Gedo said this again.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty Marshal. Your death will be covered up. After a while, it will be forgotten." Leon looked at him and said this: "Your life started with lies, and you ended up with lies." At the end, it can be considered a beginning and an end.”
"After all, you are just a stranger, and there is no room for you anywhere." Leon said this, and Haimirning could see his expression clearly from a long distance. He seemed to be speaking to him, but he As if talking to himself.
As a Lamani religious official, he eventually became pope in Suomir.
"Well, that's it." Haimirning lowered his eyes and shook his head.
"Prepare to break out." He said in a calm tone.
"Ah?" Gedo looked at him speechlessly.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the cold-faced Gedo would also show a surprised expression." Haimirning laughed loudly.
"Are you kidding? Two hundred people broke out against 6,000 people." Gedo said, but Haymelin just shook his head: "The only one they really want to kill is me. The opportunity will come later."
"Opportunity, what opportunity?" Gedo seemed to find him unreasonable, and Haymelin looked back at his friends for the last time.
"Before my father died, he told me."
"stay alive."
"I didn't fully understand what he meant."
“For as long as I can remember, it seems like I’ve been struggling to stay alive.”
"So I don't understand, because being alive doesn't feel like a purpose to me, it feels like an instinct."
"Struggle for survival is the instinct that exists in all people, so what is the meaning of what he said to me."
"I've thought about it a lot, and inevitably complicated a lot of things, but ah, this question."
"Actually, there is always a simple answer."
"Not by instinct, not just for the sake of living. But with a purpose-" He grabbed the big sword and declared loudly to all the big swordsmen.
"Survive the way you want to survive."
"Unyielding, unyielding." "Hiss--" People began to take deep breaths unconsciously.
“Don’t be bound and never give up.”
"If anyone comes to attack you, use your sword to attack them."
"Don't let anyone deny your future, always stick to yourself at all times and act in the way you expect."
"stay alive!"
Haimirning turned his head and smiled under the early summer sunshine.
"Great Swordsman."
"exist!"
"assault--!"
"kill--!!"
The small force that let out a war cry launched an attack on the weak point of the noble coalition, which was far more numerous than them. However, their leader stayed where he was.
"Wait - what's going on - no, stop, stop!" Gedo turned around and shouted.
"Live well." Haymelin turned his back to them, whispered, and lowered the tip of his great sword.
"Bang——!" The dust rose, and he rushed towards the place where the royal family and the Pope were at an astonishing speed.
"Stop him, stop him, stop that lunatic!" The nobles who were on high ground and wanted to "enjoy the dying struggle of the trapped beast" began to scream because of the unexpected move. Several of them ordered all their soldiers to rush forward to stop him. With no top command system, each of their families ordered their own soldiers, and flags began to be used randomly, causing the teams that had originally formed a good encirclement to fall into chaos.
"...Is this what you planned?!" Gedo's angry words sounded behind him: "Damn it!!!" But he roared and roared, and his footsteps did not stop. "Don't look back, don't hesitate, don't stop even if your companion falls."
"stay alive."
"Stay alive."
"Get through this."
"The whole army attacks!!"
"Chang——!!!" The flashing swords all fell down, and the impactful attack tore apart the encirclement, and they successfully rushed out.
"It's stupid to sacrifice your own life in exchange for the survival of your companions. They will also be driven out and killed in the future."
"There is no room for you strangers here after all."
"Bang——Clang——!!" The neat spearheads shot up into the sky. The moment Haimirning landed on the ground, he stepped on two big pits. He raised his face, his eyes exuding an eye-catching blue light.
"Of course I know it's stupid," he said.
The sword was swung horizontally, blood splattered everywhere, and dozens of spearmen in the vanguard of hundreds of people were scattered by him alone.
"Like a fairy tale hero, or some suicidal person who has been overly brainwashed by the idea of glorious sacrifice."
Excellent swordsmanship, rich experience, and full of strength.
One by one, the soldiers were chopped down by him like lambs.
"Always think about sacrificing yourself to save the overall situation."
"Dang - Qiang -" But no matter how capable he is, he is still alone.
When the tenth person was killed, the spearmen reacted.
They used the human sea tactic, and the archers and spearmen formed a circle in cooperation. Regardless of whether the friendly soldier would be harmed, he rushed forward and stabbed him straight through the chest.
Blood flowed out and dyed his coat red, but he did not stop. Instead, he cut off the spear shaft with a sword and continued to move forward.
"But..." he said to himself.
"Monster..." The soldiers felt timid, and then continued to move forward in order to overcome it.
Arrows, swords, spears and axes. Countless weapons came and went, and in the end even the recovery speed of magic condensation couldn't keep up. He didn't know how many people he had chopped down, nor how many hits he had been hit. When the pain accumulated to a point, he became numb. , but still persisted in moving forward with that strong spirit.
"I'm tired."
"Bang -" "Ahem -" The Suomir spearman, whose throat was cut open, tried desperately to stop the bleeding and finally collapsed.
"Dang——!!" Haimirning thrust the sword into the ground heavily.
"Tick-tock-tick." The blood flowed continuously. He held the big sword and lowered his head.
"Get up, get up, get up!" the nobles screamed, urging the soldiers to move forward. The spearmen stopped, while the more elite halberdiers behind them took over their positions and pressed forward.
"..." Haimelning raised his face and looked at them calmly with gray-blue eyes.
There was no emotion in his heart. He didn't know whether it was because of the influence of Sania's magic power, or because he had experienced so much. He was indeed tired.
Maybe.
It's both.
"Traitor!" "A person who betrayed the country!" "Walk your sword at the church and the king!" "How can a person like you be a hero!" Cursing words kept ringing around him, and he took advantage of his position. It is indeed true that he left his post, but how much of what happened after that was rhetoric promoted by the church to facilitate its own actions.
These people don't take the time or use their brains to understand.
And he no longer had the energy to explain everything one by one.
The Suomirs have square heads, the Padrosi have round heads.
One is inflexible and the other is too tactful.
Perhaps one day they would realize what they did wrong, but under the urging of enthusiasm, he could not reverse.
He is too tired.
There are too many things that are carrying.
Has it in the past?
"Kill ah!!" The halberd hesitated for a while, and finally rushed up, and he did not retreat. He did not retreat. One of them flew out of his mouth.
"Oh -Gen!!" The archer who had been blocked by his own person caught the opportunity to shoot an arrow at him, and Hemilin grabbed the arrow inserted on his shoulder and pulled it down hard.
The sound of "monsters", "traitor" and "butcher" is still continuing, but he did not fluctuate much in his heart.
People are always like this.
As she said, the people at the bottom are always unwilling to think independently, hoping to give everything to a person, and she only needs to obey the command.
Indeed, it has always been easy to live in that way.
Think about it, so he was like this before.
" -" After waved this sword, Hemilonen began to escape in another direction, pulling away.
"Cove it, don't let him run away!"
It's really tired.
Too many things need to be dealt with. Even if you don't do it yourself, you can't avoid being pushed to this position in the end.
Become a symbol and become an indicator for others.
Be a hero.
In the final analysis, this identity is just a person who prays to the gods and is hopeless, the imaginary character that expects.
After thinking that after you really appear on this identity, you can be admired by thousands of people. If you do anything, you will be allowed. It is just a childish and naive dream when you were a child.
This is the identity given by others.
It is a constraint.
"Suo Mill's Marshal; Suomeir's hero."
If you are called people, none of them can give them some of the characters. Maybe it is help, maybe it is guidance, maybe victory, or wealth.
"Chasing! Put a cavalry, don't care about those swordsmen who have escaped, kill him!"
Like the fable story of Mobigos civilization, the wings made of waxy fly too high, and after all, it will melt into it.
What do you want to do, Haimirning. Like a mental illness, he asked himself.
The answer has long been known.
"No one can be a good person for everyone. If the two parties are hostile, then you help one of them, and you are destined to be hated by others."
"Isn't it all the satirical stories of the Raman people? The great emperors who conquered the great emperors of the tribes asked their people to treat each other equally, but they were finally assassinated by his subordinates."
"If you are nice to you, you are a great person, but if you are nice to the person you hate, then the goodwill will immediately become a bad sense."
"This is the case from ancient times, and it is a great hero to save only one person. It is not the savior to save me to save everyone, but in the end, it will only bear the fame."
"If you watch history, you will be surprised how fast the heroes who have been created to fall into the altar."
"This is a piece."
"It is full of thorns." At that time, he admonished his face seriously.
"Um." And she looked back and returned with a brilliant smile.
"I know!"--
- "Well !!!"
How terrible to take the charge of a rig in the front, hundreds of kilograms of war horses sprint at full speed of sprints are fatal for large creatures of more than one ton.
"Pop -嘭 -!" He rolled again and again, and blood dyed all the grass.
"Marshal/Monster!" The tone has changed from admiration to disdain and disdain. This is a knight who once fought side by side together, but the only disgusting in his eyes.
It sounds ruthless, but human beings are exactly the case.
Because the object he admires is not this living Hemirning.
It is the fictional flawless marshal Hydinwum.
One of them, a layer of shackles, and a template that cannot escape.
When his personal will is in line with the thoughts of most people in this country, he is their hero.
And when he is no longer that.
He became a monster, a traitor, and a loss of death.
"Oh uh-" "Huh-" Blowing the wind, the knight's robe and Hemilin's hair fluttered with the wind.
The sunset on the sea plane in the distance cast a glory. He turned his back to the West, standing on the edge of the cliff with a big sword standing up.
The bleeding backlight did not know why the Cavaliers hesitated, but the large army had rushed over. They forced him to the endless road, and they were not relaxing at this moment. The Great Bishop of Lyon ordered the melee forces to open the distance, and the archer who sent the entire row of archers came over.
"The wind, really comfortable." Hemilin closed his eyes and smiled slightly.
"Is this your last words?" Lyon raised his hand.
"Fire the arrow!"
"！ ！-!"
The big sword rotating with Xuan'er first fell into the reef pile of the stormy waves below dozens of meters. Then, with the arrow full of arrows, he receded on the edge of the cliff.
"I will write you a good end in the sacrament, rest, marshal." Lyon looked directly at him, and Hemilin.
A taunt smile.
"Asi-"
Falling off the cliff.
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"call--"
Blowing the cold ground, the silver of the lake in the distance sparkled. The color of Lin Li's fir is deeply flickering, as if the artist overturned the color disk when the painter was painted and accidentally mixed the black into it. This sharp and dazzling deep dark green and snow -capped earth and the calm lake water that reflects the clear sky to form the ultimate contrast -it makes people not forget in this life.
"Hush -stop here, what to face next is a bit overwhelming for you." "His appearance--" He reached out to soothe the horse, and the face covered by the hood was low. The long and messy black hair hangs next to it. Then he removed something wrapped in the broken cloth from the horse's back and took it in his hand.
After tie the reins, he stepped forward on the ground full of snow.
The sound of "rustling" sounded at the foot of the snow, and the cold feeling passed through the leather boots to the soles of the feet lined with a fur with a fur.
"Huh--" The cold wind blows again, blowing the cloak on his body, and the bright red second cloak below leaks from the gap, and the length is longer. It sounds along the wind.
The huge moose with almost almost a few war horses stared at here in a distance. This world's largest deer animal in the world rarely rivals among mammals. Among the dragon creatures that are capable of capturing them, the common dragon lizards are rejected by the most terrible cold in the world here. As cold -blooded creatures, they can only go to the Yahan Belt. Only constant temperature animals can act freely.
"It is the north, but it is a bit overwhelming in the north." He exhaled a whitening breath, then took off his hooded hat and looked at the entire area with those gray -blue eyes.
-The moose ran away, they sensed something.
The wind direction changed, and a snow-white dragon flew from a distance.
A dragon.
Not a dragon, not a hybrid, and certainly not a dragon lizard.
A real dragon.
"Huh ----" The huge sound can be heard below. It flew across the sky, its slender and graceful body and huge wingspan seeming to cover the sky and the earth. The animals in the forest were frightened and ran away because of the existence of this top of the food chain. There was a noise. In the distance, a snow tiger that was originally lurking in the dense forest trying to capture a young moose lost the opportunity to capture because of the sudden interference of this huge monster. , hungry, it jumped out and bared its teeth, trying to intimidate an opponent that was more than a hundred times its size——
The dragon turned a circle, and the wings on her left tilt began to put away. Because the body shape is too huge, if you land directly, it will inevitably cause a great impact on the ground. Therefore, slowly put the wings and adjust the angle, and gradually circulate from the high altitude to reduce the height-
This lasted for a few minutes, and when she made the huge wings holding enough wind to make her body weighing 40 tons could also fall slowly, she adjusted her direction and then fell into his before.
"Huh Bang!" "The snow that had not yet become tight on the ground was instantly blown at least half a meter thick. The snow tiger in the distance was a clever cat turned like a frightened cat and fled.
"Young, Ru is invited." Long said, the language was different, and it was not the pronunciation structure of any human -shaped creature. But even if the ears cannot understand it, the meaning goes straight to the heart.
"And I will also fulfill her promise." Lu Miqi leaned over, and some light began to send out, and she went on to say, "Porating those old and immortal above, but it costs me a lot of strength."
"Hard work." He raised his face, his hair and cloak were dancing.
"Well--" Bai Long sighed: "willful children."
"That's exactly that." Hemir smiled slightly.
"So--"
"In the name of the President of the Druid Review President."
"Since then, Hemirning Heinzwum Saksuyu will inherit the name of 'sages'."
"Becoming Druid's observer in the world, walking in the Quartet."
"Ah!" The glory of the magic began to flash, and then some rune marks began to appear on his neck.
"This time, teenager, Ru is the person who has been recognized by Druid."
"But I still can't understand it, as is the other old and immortal people. What is the meaning of this approach? If I just want to commemorate her, like you in the past few years, claim to be so enough. Get recognition from Druid? "Lu Miqi lowered his head and stared at Hemirning with those huge eyes.
"You just convey it to the elders." Hemirning grabbed the neckline.
"Just say."
"The bet is not over yet." He raised his head and looked directly at Bailong.
"This time, I will let you lose your heart."
"..."
"Hahahahaha-" She said with a smile with a sound of the sound of thoroughly: "That's how."
"It's worth looking forward to--"
Zhang Kai's Bai Long leaped towards the sky and disappeared into the distance.
Hemirning turned around and walked towards the horse.
What are you waiting for at the ideal end?
he does not know.
because of him.
Haven't reached that step yet.
Then keep going.
In the name of Hemilin.
In the name of Hyetzwum.
Carrying her faith.
Walking in the world.
The name of Druid's sages--
Go and have a look.
This gambling, this ideal.
What kind of things will bring.
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Memories.
over.
