Chapter 1107

Name:Netheril's Glory Author:Dawn C
"Just because Do you like the good and beautiful world? For such a stupid idea, a legendary professional is willing to pay the price of his life "Female warrior God" iberfield Marta, compared with me, who don't understand what I'm really looking for, are you a lucky person or a sad unfortunate person "

The hot ion energy tide is still huge enough to hold a city's crater, but the burning wind has gradually taken away the high temperature from the sand and glass.

In the desolate and lonely battlefield, gazing at the clean sunlight shining through the holes in the clouds in the sky, setting off the glittering ground as a stage of absurdity, sniffing the fragrance of blood splashed on his face, without feeling any joy of victory, ganatika only felt that the whole world seemed to be making silent mockery of himself.

Is he a hunter at this time? He killed his prey? His killing process is easy, simple and even freehand?

Iberfield's strength is too poor after all. Compared with the countless battles that ganatika has experienced in the abyss, his ravages on the "female warrior God" are overwhelming. It is only at this time that the Young Avengers realize that they were once weak by virtue of the three legendary fighting skills and one legendary killing move given by punk "Young brave" in the ordinary legendary level of the war is actually an outstanding person, such as iberfield has nothing "legendary strong" once started, it is not his enemy.

But even so Even if it becomes a lot stronger What's the point?

Feeling the powerful power surging in his body and soul, and shaking his hand, ganatika is doomed to experience the illusion of unreal and emptiness. He knows what kind of monster his power comes from, and what kind of strong man his freedom is in his hands. The most important thing is He even knew how confused and useless his mind and soul were!

Yes, there's no need to deceive yourself, is there? Like a walking corpse, he is indeed forced to carry out the order of "Whispering destruction", but at the same time, that idiot named ganatika can only find his meaning in other people's orders. After all, he has forgotten who he really is since a long time ago

"There's no injustice or hatred between you and me, miss Marta. I'm really sorry that I had to kill you, but at the same time, please have the cheek to thank you for reminding me - maybe you're right, there are too many valuable things in the world, and I don't need so many" why ", and I Maybe it's time for me to try to find my true self.

The clamorous thoughts are flowing in the gentle wind. Like a child who knows that he has made a mistake and is reflecting, ganatika stands up from the girl's body silently and looks down at iberfield's quiet posture as if he is asleep. Suddenly, the ignorant boy has a little confused insight.

He suddenly felt as if he had been too attached to "why" before.

Why laugh? Why be sad? Why hate? Why be kind?

Just as the girl of justice replied, it doesn't need so many "why". The existence of many things itself is the meaning of their existence!

"Qiang Lan"!

Gently from the dead girl's hand took down the blade of the long sword, gave up his own short sword, ganatika directly put this broken "new weapon" hanging in the waist.

Then the "Avenger" with tight lips and no words leaned down again slowly to take away iberfield's storage ring.

At first glance, the storage equipment of "nvwushen" does not know which Sorcerer's poor practice works it originated from. Its spatial structure is not only narrow, but also very irregular.

However, for the just girl whose duty is to save the common people, such a poor ring is enough, because her storage space will only be filled with hundreds of tons of ququ wheat bread.

Ganatika knew that these ugly looking hard bread should be the relief rations that iberfield wanted to send to the horaka defense line to save the poor before he died. However, the refugees who were still hiding behind the safe magic barrier and looking forward to the food distribution of the kalams empire could not have imagined that they were the only ones willing to serve them ”The kind-hearted girl who came to the great plain to purify crops alone has now fallen into the silent gathering of clouds and clouds

"Alas, when I am" evil ", I can't help doing good things. When I am" good ", I can't help doing evil things. I'm afraid that the only thing I can say for a pathetic waste like ganatika is" sorry ".

The young Avenger who carefully pinned the inferior storage ring on his right index finger and wiped the dry blood on his face finally bowed solemnly to eberfeld who was nailed to the ground with a dagger.

The open sky, the cold wind, the sunset, the nightIn the blood of a ridiculous killing, did the vagrant who claimed to be evil win?

No! In fact, he is the one who really lost in a mess

Of course, the end is the end. In the records of the "Guardian alliance of Phelan planes", volunteers such as iberfield and tuotao are not regarded as official members at all, and the hungry and cold refugees have always been wishful thinking that the imported hard bread they eat every day is just the reserve food stored in their own country In fact, no pauper or Quartermaster in the Empire knew the existence and silent efforts of a "female warrior God".

And until the body of the righteous girl was buried in the depth of the wasteland by wind, sand and ice, the only thing that the big bellied nobles who were still addicted to the banquet could see was a pile of half baked hard bread piled outside the city wall by someone who didn't know when. As for more poor people who were tens of billions of refugees?

They can't even see these huge mounds of bread, which are as high as hills. What they can get in the end is only a "food run out notice" from the royal family of the kalams empire!

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