Chapter 86

At the same time, the girl with silver hair suddenly felt a huge torrent of memory, which followed the magic contract.

Countless flashing memory fragments poured into the memory core of this little magic machine.

——You were born in the wrong time.

Once upon a time, it seemed that someone had said such a thing to himself.

In the long forgotten memory, in an old and simple Taoist hall, the middle-aged man was knocked to the ground. He lay flat on the ground, half opened his eyes, and looked at his son, the man who stood in front of him and defeated him, with complicated eyes during the fierce breathing.

"You have surpassed me."

With a deep sigh, the once experienced middle-aged man slowly stood up. Facing the young man in front of him, he said with emotion and regret: "unfortunately, in this world, even if you learn to be invincible, you have no place to use."

This is a world that doesn't need to fight

The middle-aged man's eyes are full of pity.

——You are a hungry wolf among the sheep. You are hungry for blood and raw meat, but you can only chew green leaves and lie on the grassland. Even if you search all over the world, you can't find anyone worthy of war.

I can't find the meaning of my life, and I can't understand the meaning of people's heart. I can't sleep all night, but I can't find the reason for it... Where else in the world is there a more twisted and pathetic life?

The young man was silent. He looked at his fists, clenched and relaxed, as if he didn't care.

But how could he not know that everything his father said was true?

He is just a simple desire, eager to fight freely and vividly, eager for the passion of life and death - but there will be no more. No matter the martial arts era in the past or the war that just ended recently, there will be no more. The pulse hidden in the soul and heart can not be ignited, and there will never be a day of burning.

This is a world of great harmony, a world of no disputes, a world of soldiers, and no need for existence.

The fragments of memories slowly disperse. In the distant sky, the flying dragon breathing frost hovers over the mountains. The howling sound of wild animals can be vaguely heard. It becomes fragmented in the wind and is transmitted to the distance.

When the cold wind blows, Joshua suddenly laughs. He stands at the edge of the fortress wall and looks around the mountains and the world. His eyes seem to be able to penetrate all obstacles and see all the Warcraft hidden in the shadow and darkness.

When he stretched out his hand, the red wave was burning like fire in the palm of his hand. While the fighting spirit was shining, it was also slowly changing the color. The red light was gradually dim, and the black red light was shining on Joshua's face, reflecting every corner.

But it seems to be blocked by something, the black red flame can no longer continue to become more dim, it remains in this shape, remains still, no matter how violent the fluctuation is.

"If there is no target to be released, it can only reach this point."

It seems that there are some regrets, but more confidence and Expectation: "however, when the next battle starts, it is the time for my glory to achieve."

The voice was firm and there was no room for it.

It's a real world.

There is no half false, whether it's the beating heart in the heart, or the thin layer of frost under the foot, whether it's the blood stirred in the soldier's chest, or the splashed meat when the enemy died, they are not the data in the game, nor the exquisite mapping, these things are all real existence, and are exactly the same as the previous life.

It seems that he knew this for the first time, but there was no accident. Maybe he should have noticed this when he first waved his weapon to kill the enemy and let his blood soak his chest. However, it is not important now.

The power of the world is real, whether it's fighting, fighting or death - so is the power that lives in his body, shares the same source of fighting spirit, flows incessantly but does not develop.

Holding the fighting spirit in hand, the black haired soldier extinguishes it.

The power of glory is the power that goes deep into people's soul. It is the strongest light that blooms when the will and soul are burning. Can it be explained and awakened by a game or system in the previous life? Even if he is a former legendary fighter, but in this step, or rely on their own out.

After all, he is a passer-by, and he is not a good man. Joshua has no feelings for the world. Even if he knows what suffering this land will encounter in the future, he has no sympathy. He only cares about the safety of the people around him... But with the disasters, there are more and more powerful enemies, Just like the abyss worm in ares fortress, this is the opportunity to fight.

As long as the killing intention can be released and the battle can be continued, that's OK."Firefly, it's not early."

The soldier patted her cerebellar pouch and said, "let's go."

"Well."

Still in the middle of confusion, she didn't understand what the master was thinking and saying, and didn't even see anything from the torrent of memory. She only vaguely felt that her question had been answered. Ying nodded with doubts and followed Joshua.

However, although she did not get a satisfactory answer, at least one thing can be determined.

——If Joshua wants to fight, he needs fireflies.

That's enough

Contented weapons silent smile, then follow their master, left the wall.

It has nothing to do with feelings or loyalty. Just as a soldier belongs to combat, weapons belong to her master.

It's snowy.

Just in the direction that Joshua looked at before, behind the mountains and deep in hessian, a dragon with black and gold body lying on the top of the gray cliff, licking his wound.

The black and red streamer around the wound penetrated by the steel spear, so that the wound that should have been healed is still bleeding, wasting its strength.

"Wu..."

The black dragon shakes its body, the magic of chaos boils, and the purple black fog rises up. It mixes snow and ice and spreads to every part of the forest. Countless wild animals breathe the power of chaos to meet their gradually alienated physical needs, Little by little, crystal like exoskeletons appear around their bodies, carrying unknown forces.

In the middle of the black forest, the dim light flickers, and a black time and space gate is filled with chaotic and filthy fog, standing above a hill. The endless power of the alien world is transmitted to the world through the narrow channel of time and space behind it. The insect like monsters with flowing shells and crystal spines come out of it, And around it, more and more.

In the cold black fog like hell, you can see a pair of transparent wings that seem to be composed of ice. There are countless strange lines on the wings, flashing the magic light of ice blue. Under the influence of this light, the ice and snow seem to be colder and the wind more violent, The clouds and air flow around for tens of kilometers and so on seemed to change direction due to the wings, and flowed towards the Moldovan fortress.

"Hum"

With a light sound, the ice blue wings leave the clouds, and a huge translucent butterfly, like a tower fortress, is dancing around the black space-time gate.

It's snowing harde