Blue Sword

The so-called nightmare sinking, the description of the forum guide reads: dragging players into the most unbearable memories of their lives, causing their emotions to fluctuate violently and their spirituality to be damaged.

Although the writing is very mysterious, it is naturally impossible for a mere game warehouse to actually read the player's memory, so for the player it is just a simple determination of willpower. If the determination is not passed, a "spiritual shake" debuff will be applied.

However, at this time, Asik felt that there really was something deep in his memory, which was roughly torn out by the opponent's ability.

In the blink of an eye, he was already standing at the door of the bathroom in his hometown. His small body was probably only six or seven years old. His dead father was slumped on the floor of the bathroom, and blood was still oozing from the wound on his wrist that he had cut himself.

The mother was kneeling on the tiled floor, her dress soaked in blood. Her body trembled slightly and she let out incomprehensible sobs, which gradually turned into howls of despair.

The unbearable childhood memory, along with the feeling that the whole world was collapsing before my eyes, resurfaced from the depths of my memory.

What did you do at that time? It seemed like he was crying with his mother in his arms, right?

Now that I think about it, it’s really not worth it.

He clenched his small palm hard in the air, as if he had pulled out something, and struck hard towards the scene in front of him.

He actually drew his sword!

Then the entire memory world was neatly cut into two pieces.

Blue blood splashed up, and Nightmare's disbelieving expression came into view.

It didn't understand why the human being in front of him, even though his consciousness had been pulled into the nightmare he had spun and couldn't extricate himself from, was still able to draw his sword and strike out with a decisive blow that shattered the dream.

Then it realized it had made a huge mistake.

Eleanor was still fighting her father's phantom, when she saw the tall phantom shake violently, and the movement of holding the shield became stiff and motionless. She cast her gaze doubtfully to the distance, where Ask and Nightmare were fighting, and her attention was immediately attracted.

What a violent and fierce swordsmanship that was. I saw the sword light going up, down, left, left, right, and up. It was almost impossible to see how many swords he fired every second. Only the blue blood that was cut out continued to splash left, right, left, right, and down, as if it was a flower in the air. Giant cosmos in bloom.

Nightmare, who had his back turned to everyone, was struck by the sword light and was shaking like chaff. First his right arm was cut off, then his left arm, and finally his head and waist. The broken limbs were thrown out randomly.

Asik shouted with a low voice and swung his last horizontal slash, splitting the empty air in front of him. The "Storm Kreuz" of the Teutonic Knights is not actually about indomitable tyranny, but the delicate control of every movement and force in the violent attack.

And the reason why he slashed the last sword into the air after killing the BOSS was just to vent his anger.

My mentality is already out of balance.

His professional mentality allowed him to quickly adjust and calm down his mood. Turning around, he saw the tall phantom in the distance disappearing with the wind. It is natural that the dolls created as a result of the BOSS's dream ability cannot maintain their existence after the BOSS dies.

Eleanor stood up unsteadily with her spear, took off her armor with difficulty, and began to receive Nora's ability treatment.

"Ha." Medea, whose injuries had stabilized, came over, looked at Nightmare's severed limbs on the ground, and said with a sneer, "I thought Nightmare was so powerful, because we killed it so easily..."

Her words stopped abruptly because Medea saw Asik's face clearly: with a livid and gloomy expression, like a volcano about to erupt.

"What's that expression of yours?" Medea's voice was trembling. Through the vision of her ability, she saw that Ask's mental body was also bright red. It was obvious that his heart was filled with extremely crazy rage and desire to kill, which made her have the urge to run away at all costs. .

"What's wrong with me?" Asik said slowly, trying to force a smile on his face.

"You look uglier when you smile than when you cry." Medea secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's so dangerous, it seems that this guy hasn't lost his mind yet.

"Forget it." Asik waved his hand, turned around and sat down on the stone steps of the altar, saying nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Others came over after a slight repair. The most seriously injured was naturally Eleanor, who was fighting fiercely with the phantom, while Paige fell into a coma from the beginning and fell to the ground. Although she was disgraced, she was not seriously injured. Under Nora's treatment, both of them have now regained their fighting strength.

"What's that expression on your face?" Nora said biting her lower lip. Looking at Ask's gloomy expression, she felt a little afraid for no reason.

"What's wrong with my expression?" Asked.

"It was as if I made a stupid mistake in the arena and was beaten up by the opponent," Paige said.

Eleanor burst out laughing. She had been sparring with Aske at the training ground for several days at first, so she knew what Paige meant.

In every battle at that time, Asik would beat up the opposing mercenaries like this, and then mercilessly reduce the opponent to nothing. If this great master were to be beaten violently in turn... the scene would be unimaginable, and he would probably have this gloomy expression now.

"Oh." Asik said expressionlessly.

"What's the spiritual material in this nightmare?" Seeing that he was really in a bad mood, Peggy didn't try to tease him anymore.

"Hair," Ask said.

So Peggy went to harvest the hair from Nightmare's head, and while cutting the nerve bundles with a dagger, she quietly raised her head to observe Ask's expression.

"Stop looking." Medea's voice sounded in her heart, "He is unhappy now."

"What's going on with his expression?" Peggy asked in confusion. She was hypnotized from the moment she got close to the nightmare, and fell into a coma afterwards, so she had no idea what was going on. "I felt like there was a bit of hatred."

"It's not necessarily hatred." Medea said, "Anyway, it's just a feeling of carrying something heavy."

She sighed in the psychic communication. Looking at Aske's gloomy face, she inexplicably thought of her father when she was young.

That was when Medea was six years old, and her father Suleiman had not yet taken office as emperor of the Seljuk Empire, and was serving as governor of the Damascus region as a prince. At that time, His Majesty the Grandfather Selim Sultan paid more attention to another son, her uncle Alauddin, and seemed to intend to give him the throne to inherit.

Alauddin led troops all year round and once attacked and killed two of his brother princes for his grandfather, so his attitude became increasingly arrogant and domineering. He once met his grandmother Hafsa outside the palace and whipped her severely with a riding crop in front of the eunuchs on the grounds that the Sultan's women should not be exposed outside the palace.

My grandmother fell seriously ill when she returned to the palace, and later wrote a letter to my father in Damascus. At that time, Suleiman, his father, took the letter and sat quietly in the governor's residence alone. He did not invite any close friends to discuss the matter, nor did he eat or sleep. He just sat silently in the room all night.

She had asked her father to act like a spoiled child that night and asked him to read her a bedtime story "One Thousand and One Nights". However, her father in the darkness just stared at her with a sullen face and an inhumanly cold expression, which scared her so much that she finally ran away.

From that moment on, her father, who always seemed energetic and elegant with a bookish temperament, disappeared, as if he had completely turned into a cold devil.

After becoming an adult, she had already experienced it and probably guessed what was written in the letter. It was simply that His Majesty Grandfather Selim had decided to implement the "Brother Killing Law".

This law was promulgated by Mohammed II the Conqueror, which stipulated that any prince who became or was about to become a sultan was eligible to kill all brothers who threatened his throne.

If grandfather Selim has made up his mind to pass the throne to his son Alauddin, then Suleiman, who is also his son, his mother Hafsa, his wife Roxalana, and all his children , all of them will be executed by their grandfather, His Majesty Selim—or by their uncle Alauddin, who became the Sultan.

It's just that she was only six years old at the time, and she didn't understand the hidden swords and shadows in these palaces. A year later, amid the overt and covert fighting between his sons, his grandfather Selim finally determined that his father Suleiman was the prince most qualified to succeed him as the emperor, so he massacred all the other princes and other immediate family members.

Another year passed, and grandfather Selim died in the court. When his father Suleiman returned to the capital to inherit the throne, he sneered as he rode into the city: "A carpet is enough for two Sufis to live in, but the world is too small to accommodate two kings."

The sneer her father showed at that time has gradually become blurred in her memory. However, what she could never forget was her father's meditative expression in the dark room of the mansion that night: it was a feeling of being burdened with a huge weight, which was both extremely painful and extremely cold, both coldly rational and full of madness. .

It was very similar to Asik's expression at this time.

"What heavy thing?" Peggy asked doubtfully. It was difficult for her to understand that there could be anything heavier than hatred.

"Ah, it's that feeling of being cornered." Medea said casually, "Men, sometimes they turn into crazy beasts, burdened with heavy reasons of one kind or another, and then fight and duel with the whole world. of."

"But it's quite tasty." She laughed softly.

Ask sat on the stone steps with his hands clasped on his chin, wondering what he was thinking. Eleanor next to him looked at him carefully and asked tentatively:

"No need to review it?"

"Well done, this should be your first BOSS. Being able to fight like this in the land reclamation battle is quite good for a novice." Ask was silent for a while before replying, "Now we are deep in the island. If you go further in, you will reach the foot of the mountain, and if you head towards the top of the mountain, you will encounter the second BOSS. Keep up the good work, everyone."