There are always some memorable moments in a person's life.
When you were young, you were running in the rain after school with your schoolbag on your back. Suddenly a hand stopped by your side. That slender wrist and the umbrella that blocked the raindrops opened up the young and ignorant hearts of young girls and opened up the hearts of young people. Leave an indelible tender memory for yourself.
When you were middle-aged, you suddenly heard a cry in the corridor of the hospital as you became more and more anxious. That energetic voice directly dispersed the dark clouds in your heart and became the most profound voice you have ever heard in your life, as if the whole world was crying. All brought light.
When you are old, you lie in bed, looking at your children and grandchildren sobbing softly beside you, slowly raising the corners of your dry mouth, showing the last smile in your life, writing down the scene in front of you, closing your eyes, and ending this life. One life, waiting for reincarnation.
The human brain seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. These good memories will be imprinted on the cerebral cortex even if they lose their lives. As for those bad memories, the passage of time can really erase them in the sand of life.
But for our protagonist Valentine…
In just twenty years, he already has many unforgettable memories. Unfortunately, none of the warm and sweet things mentioned above were there at all. All he remembered was the pain of being torn apart and beaten, and the helplessness on the verge of death.
But at least, in this life, he has a chance to live a new life. He can use his God-given ability to realize the value of life again in this chaotic world, meet a few girls by the way, and leave a mark on this land of blood and sand. The romantic legend of the next Vaifan.
…
Unfortunately, this is just Valentine's wishful thinking. He had a girl, but it also trapped his heart that was ready to break through the red line, otherwise he would probably be killed by the girl before he died on the battlefield.
There are also thrilling adventures, but in these stories of heroes fighting dragons, he is not the warrior holding the holy sword to slay the dragon, but the unlucky guy who often wanders back and forth on the edge of death.
But at least he played a role.
So far, Valentin himself can't remember how many times he has jumped in front of the door of death. It seems that this has become a habitual thing in his life. The phrase "Death is like the wind, always with me" is simply the best portrayal of his daily life.
If there really is a god of death in this world, it is estimated that the skull under his hood will frown when he sees this familiar face again.
"I really want to repeat what happened in those movies to you several times."
In this world that Valentin could only see, a skeleton in a black robe in the smoke waved the sickle in his hand, raised his withered palm bones to the little dragon in front of him, and raised a symbol that could be used by the whole universe. friendly gesture.
Just when Death was about to go back with a gloomy look on his face, Valentine stopped him. The skull turned around impatiently and looked at the face of the naughty kid in front of him. The little dragon man raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction behind him.
The skeleton looked along his finger and saw a throwing gun parked in mid-air.
That represents the life that is about to disappear.
The God of Death was stunned for a moment, and his face became ferocious again, just like when he appeared in front of so many people. The bloody sickle was raised high, held in the dry and pale bones, and seemed to have waved Valentine's ending.
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When death comes, a person's eyes only see the last thing he sees.
Rosemary's coat was blown up by the wind, and the hem of the coat fluttered wildly, like the claws of a hunting beast. She raised her arm, and the originally cute kitten also showed its fangs at this moment, controlling several huge swords floating around her. The invisible mental giant held these top-notch weapons produced by the Rhode Island Department of Industry, and drew sharp and deadly arcs on the patriot's body, but could only leave a few shallow scratches on the worn-out armor. .
Shocking roars like thunder came from the center of the battlefield. Mon3tr seemed to have been hit by a cannonball. Its huge and twisted body like a python suddenly hit the building on the roadside, shattering countless gravel and dust, causing the surrounding people to explode. The environment becomes more chaotic.
That was the power of the Patriots. This terrifying pure-blooded Wendigo directly pinched Mon3tr's paw and threw it aside with his backhand - it looked like a simple flick in the eyes of others, but it was It produced an intensity that would make even this Origin Stone monster wail.
The flying dust and gravel were blocked by the invisible barrier. The mental giant found the flaw in Patriot's action just now, and ejected the sword in his hand like a bullet, directly piercing the small gap that was exposed by his action just now. But such an attack did not cause any substantial damage to the patriot. The sword stopped even before the tip of it penetrated a little and fell to the ground.
"Damn, why is he so hard?"
Noah, who was commanding at the edge of the battlefield, gritted his teeth and stared at the image transmitted through the camera, his eyes blood red. But just as she was about to issue the next order, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
"Ami..."
Noah froze in place, staring blankly at the weapon flying towards her, without moving. She didn't want to die, but because the weapon was so fast that ordinary people's reaction speed couldn't keep up.
I'm afraid that by the time Noah reacted and wanted to retreat and run away, the sword would have already passed through her chest.
But how could the Rhode Island team's minds die so easily?
When the sword was about to touch Noah's mask, countless black threads suddenly appeared out of thin air and entangled it, forcibly pulling the weapon's speed and changing its direction, causing the sword that was supposed to harvest lives to hit the side. building and directly penetrated the wall of the building.
A thunderous rumble echoed in everyone's ears again.
"Doctor, are you okay?"
Amiya's anxious voice penetrated Noah's ears, waking up this guy who had just been on the verge of death. But what woke up with her consciousness was her innate sense of danger.
In just a short moment, she remembered what she had just seen out of the corner of her eye.
Patriot kicked away the sword thrown by Rosemary at her and then raised his shield to block Mon3tr's attack. The sneak attacks of the other two guards also failed. Patriot waved the halberd in his hand. They were completely unable to get close, and this gave the monster a chance to fight back.
However, he did not wave his weapon at the attacking Rhode Island operator. Instead, he took out a throwing gun from the inside of his shield and threw it in a certain direction on the edge.
The edge of the battlefield is the activity range of medical operators and sniper operators. They are responsible for containing the Patriots' actions and treating the wounded at a certain distance. Because of the special nature of this mission, Rhode Island specially called in two new faces, namely Valentine and Raphael.
Both medical operators have the ability to heal wounds without getting close to the injured. Raphael's Guardian Cannon can also fire large-caliber ammunition without using Originium skills, and its power can even reach the level of a heavy crossbow. And Valentine is even more amazing. He doesn't need any staff, he just needs to point towards a certain position on the battlefield...
Several thick currents will appear on the operators in that direction, giving them temporarily stronger resistance and self-healing capabilities. Coupled with Rhode Island's protective equipment, these guards operators don't need to be afraid of the Sakaz Altar set up by the Patriots. They only need to pour out their power at the enemy.
If the person who is "electrically shocked" is an injured person, then the wounds on his body can be healed almost in an instant, and he can return to combat status in three seconds. The time for re-deployment is directly reduced by 90%, which is a lot stronger.
This is why Mon3tr, who had just been severely injured, was able to return to the battlefield so quickly and wave his claws at the Patriots. In the battle just now, almost all operators received electrotherapy from Valentine, which also successfully attracted the attention of the Patriots.
Then the shot he just threw was aimed at Valentine, who was still on the edge of OB. The Patriot knew the importance of Noah very well, and the sword he just kicked at her was just a cover to attract everyone's attention.
With everyone's attention on their heads, these people won't be looking at their "safety zone" backing.
As long as the enemy's nanny is destroyed, no matter how heavy the armor is and how powerful it is against the guards, it will not be enough to defeat the Patriots.
"clock!"
Noah took a step forward as if going crazy, lying on the bunker in front of him and loudly shouted the name of a certain operator.
That was the Guards operator who was working with Valentine, and was also the Guards operator closest to him at this time. The heavy-armed operators were in front of the Patriot and did not care about the medical treatment that was about to be in danger. He was the only one who could save this fresh life.
Moreover, Clock's Origin Stone skills allowed him to extremely accurately find the stress point of the throwing spear, maximize the deviation from its trajectory, and minimize the reaction force.
He is indeed very suitable for dealing with these high-speed moving things, but it is a pity...
Clock's speed couldn't keep up with the throwing gun.
"Valentin!"
Noah's shout rang in Valentin's ears. He turned his head and saw the gun flying towards him and the clock running towards him, and he froze in place.
There was even blue electric light flowing on his hands, which was proof that he was still treating others just now.
"OH."
Valentin shook his head slightly, and his whole body relaxed. Just like being "TM Bear's Power" by Winter during the newcomer test, he was not panicked at this time. What was left was the calmness of knowing that he could not resist in the face of despair.
"FUXK."
In such a moment, everything in front of Valentine suddenly disappeared. The sunshine, the ruins, the operators running towards him, and the roars of others in his ears, it seemed like someone was calling his name. But these were all shrouded in darkness, and in his eyes, only the throwing spear remained.
The air was shattered, bringing up gusts of wind that blew on Valentine's face, as if a knife had been drawn across it. Different from the many deaths in the past, this time he clearly saw the God of Death standing in front of him, waving the sickle in his hand; he also realized the power of the weapon in front of him and felt the insignificance of his body.
He could even imagine what he would become next.
The short spear pierced his body directly, and the nearly 20 centimeters thick body could not even slow down its speed. The twisted air first tore open Valentine's skin, revealing the beating blood vessels and muscles underneath. Immediately afterwards, the sharp tip of the spear pierced into his body. The strong force while spinning in the air directly shattered every muscle and every nerve it touched, and penetrated straight into it, even if it was... No matter how strong the self-healing ability is, it cannot match the speed of destruction. The electric light on Valentine's body may be as bright as the sun, and then dim.
Because by that time, his heart had turned into unrecognizable minced meat, and there was no possibility of self-healing.
After nearly three years of seeking death in the world of Terra, this was the most desperate death that Valentin had ever experienced, with almost no possibility of survival.
Even Jiao Zhengyu didn't show up.
Countless memories came to mind, most of which were about getting along with Xing Yihuang and Raphael. Valentin remembered the conversation with Xing Yihuang on the roof in Chernobog, remembered Raphael's surprise when he suddenly broke into his room, and remembered Wang Xianyue and Anfei whom he had let go. Ya, I remembered washing the dishes with Raphael this morning.
Countless memories washed through his brain like water from a sink, playing over and over again. It seemed that the projection of the spiritual space appeared in reality, and Valentin felt that time passed very slowly, as if he had lived through the three years in the world of Terra all over again.
"Hey, do you want to die?"
The skeleton knocked Valentin on the head. The scythe that was originally held high was also lowered, and the throwing spear was fixed in mid-air, advancing at an extremely slow speed, with the target still being Valentine's heart.
"In no mood."
Valentin is still very sincere when faced with this bullshit and monster thing in front of him, unlike usual talk.
"Then have you thought of any way to avoid death?"
The skeleton pointed to the throwing gun not far in front of him. The pale skeleton protruded from the tattered robe, showing the most skinny side of the world to the little dragon man in front of him, and also attracted his attention.
"Well……"
Valentin looked up and down at the skeleton in front of him, and his mind began to involuntarily fill up with various pictures of effeminate figures.
"Change it quickly!"
While thinking about it, he pointed at the pictures in his mind and restored this famous emoticon.
Only the cat turned into a skeleton.
"Is your head filled with all this yellow crap?"
The skeleton seemed angry, and raised his hand to give Valentine a hard slap. The little dragon man rubbed his head vigorously and looked at the "god of death" in front of him with sincere eyes.
"I'm still a virgin, can't you let me die without regrets?"
The subtext is that he has figured out the skeleton girl.
He's going to die anyway, so it doesn't hurt to skin him.
"WTM shouldn't guess riddles with you!"
The skeleton stamped its foot, and its voice changed into the sound that Valentine was most familiar with. Jiao Zhengyu restored his original shape, stood in front of the smiling little dragon man, and rolled his eyes.
"I knew it was you."
Valentin looked at the film in front of him up and down, and nodded slightly.
"I haven't seen the God of Death once in the three years I've been here, and it certainly doesn't exist in this world. Besides, who else can come out to save me in a critical moment, besides you?"
"And Xing Yihuang and Raphael, you 'virgin'——"
Jiao Zhengyu squinted his eyes and stared at the guy in front of him, emphasizing the last two words.
"Besides, how are you going to save me this time?"
The system is used to save lives when the owner is in danger. The current Jiao Zhengyu only fits the name "system" at this point.
"I will never save anyone. The only one who can save you is yourself."
When it comes to work, Jiao Zhengyu's attitude is much more correct, as it is now.
But who knows what attitude he will use to come to the rescue next time?
It's possible to wear big pants and hold a toothbrush in your mouth.
"But I can't save myself."
Valentine pointed at the gun behind him, his voice full of despair.
"How come I, a well-behaved medical operator, attracted the attention of the Patriots? I avoided his eyes during the operation. The big deer head looked scary."
"He's so cruel to me just now. Why, do you think my medical operator is easy to bully?"
"If you were a Patriot and your enemy's team had a nanny who could keep the main output in peak condition, would you kill him?"
Jiao Zhengyu began to reason with Xiaolongren.
"You slapped the main force and disabled it, and then you were hit again before you even took two steps - it looked like there was a naughty kid milking the outside..."
"If it were me, that bastard would be dead in the next second."
"Are you scolding me or praising me..."
Valentin's eyes twitched when he heard Jiao Zhengyu's metaphor.
"Talking like Mephistopheles."
He now understands why he can attract so much hatred.
Just like Tallulah once invited Valentin to join the integration movement, wet nurses like him would either be absorbed into their own organization, or they would have to be killed immediately.
Too buggy.
It was fine at first, but now that he's grown so much, he's definitely getting more and more annoying.
"Then how should I save myself?"
Valentin has let go of the hatred in him, and the most important thing now is to survive.
Although he looked calm and desperate at the beginning, now that Jiao Zhengyu has come out, it means that he has the ability to save himself.
Since he could save himself, he had to live. He didn't want to remain a miserable virgin after two lifetimes.
Not to mention that he died with two girls around him in this life.
"Don't you still have life?"
Jiao Zhengyu suddenly said a classic line from the anime without thinking.
"What you said makes me feel like a fool who is willing to work for others without getting paid..."
Valentine suddenly stopped talking.
Because he saw the affirmation in Jiao Zhengyu's eyes.
…
He is indeed Alsace who is willing to sacrifice his life for others.
"What's the meaning?"
Valentine tilted his head, chewing on this sentence, trying to understand something from it.
He knew very well that Jiao Zhengyu would not make a mistake, and this sentence definitely implied something.
life……
Of course I still have life, but it will be gone soon.
"You have more than one life."
Jiao Zhengyu showed a mysterious smile, glanced at Valentine with deep meaning and then disappeared, leaving him standing alone in the darkness. The little dragon man lowered his head and thought, repeating this sentence repeatedly. The horns above his head flickered with blue light, illuminating the surrounding space.
space.
Valentine suddenly remembered something.
This is his spiritual space, and there is not only him in the spiritual space, but also the Weapon Angel and the spirit behind him.
The Angel of Weapons is nothing more than the soul of Raphael. It is not a life at all. It can only be said to be a projection of a person. But the other one…
Valentine raised his head and looked at the dark blue flying dragon flapping its wings in the sky, the corners of his mouth raised crazily.
Why didn't he think of such a simple method? !
Are you really still too stupid?
But it doesn't matter, Jiao Zhengyu exists to make him smarter, smarter and more powerful!
As a person who has awakened the spirit behind him, he has a certain understanding of this magical existence, one of which has materialized.
In other words, the spirit behind the perfect body can be seen and touched.
It is obvious, then, who this “other life” refers to.
As for how to survive...
Do you still remember the spirit behind Tallulah who was torn apart by the hands of the Eternal?
"Dragon dragon, dragon dragon, dragon dragon! I need your help!"
As the spirit behind Valentine, the deep blue flying dragon has a spiritual connection between them. He must have heard these words and knew what Valentine was thinking. The flying dragon did not respond to the other party's greeting like the weasel, but flapped its wings vigorously and flew forward, trying to avoid something.
The Weapon Angel touched the back of its neck worriedly, trying to comfort the suddenly panicked flying dragon, but it was all in vain.
Both Feilong and Valentine disappeared, and they returned to the real world together.
Holy Light Raphael slowly floated down from the sky, looking around in confusion, trying to figure out what his pet and boyfriend were doing.
There is also that angry dragon roar that is as majestic as thunder and echoes in the entire spiritual space:
"C!N!M!"
