Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

"...How is he?"

"...Wound...can't find..."

"Is he awake?..."

The small, small conversations seemed to come from far away, revolving around the still dim mind, drifting like smoke, hard to catch.

Ge Xiu lifted his eyelids with some difficulty, the sun's dazzling halo shone through the gaps between the green leaves, shaking on his eyelids and cheeks, bringing a needle-like burning sensation, he subconsciously turned his face to avoid The unfamiliar light above that head.

A surprise sound suddenly sounded in my ear:

"He is awake! He is awake!"

Immediately, a series of messy footsteps quickly surrounded from a distance, the shadow of the dazzling sunlight above the head was blocked, and the words of concern sounded from all directions: "Are you okay?" "How are you feeling?" "Is there any Where does it hurt?"

The chattering noise of Ge Xiu was dizzy. He felt as if he had been squashed by a heavy object. The bones and every muscle connected to it were clamoring for pain. Attention in this situation Almost hard to concentrate, he raised his lead-filled arms to block his eyes, and barely squeezed the broken syllables from the hoarse throat:

"……To shut up."

The mess around him stopped abruptly, as if he was surprised at his unexpectedly rude attitude.

At this moment, an elegant and low male voice came from outside the wall: "What are you all gathering here for?"

The speaker seemed to be very prestigious, and the people surrounding Ge Xiu were silent for a moment, and obediently scattered a passage to let the person in.

Ge Xiu turned his head to the voice subconsciously.

His eyes have long been accustomed to the darkness. At this moment, he was suddenly placed under the bright white day, and it was almost difficult to see any Dongxing. The protective tears filled his eyes with the stinging pain, making his visible range narrower.

In the blurred vision of the ghost, Ge Xiu could only see the other party's bright blonde hair and the tall silhouette wearing a silver-white Duan Su mage's robe.

——They are all light colors.

Ge Xiu cursed in his heart and quickly moved away his painful eyes.

Fortunately, the other party does not know his psychological activities at this moment.

The man approached him and said gently to him: "Hello, I am Dreitl, the magic teacher of the Light Spell Academy. Last night, when Adams and Emily went to patrol the surroundings, they met you. Entangled by the dark creatures, so I rescued you and brought you back to our camp."

He explained the previous process clearly in a few words, and then asked with concern:

"Do you need anything now? Water or food?"

Ge Xiu felt his hungry body and nodded slowly.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to remember something suddenly, and his vague gaze swept across the tattered clothes that had been torn apart in the previous battle, and then added concisely with a hoarse voice:

"……clothing."

Dreiter nodded, whispered a few words to the person behind him, and then waved his palm. The sun above his head seemed to be suddenly blocked by something, and his vision became dark.

Ge Xiu blinked away the physiological tears in his eye sockets, and immediately adapted a lot.

Only then did he realize that he was not outside at the moment. The top of the head seems to be a huge travel tent. The inside of the tent is cowhide-like white brown. The texture is soft, the shape is strange and exotic. The sunlight that has just fallen on the body seems to be illuminated from the window that increases the light on the top of the tent. At the moment, the window was firmly covered by a curtain of some kind.

While Ge Xiu was looking at his environment, the person just walked in again with a tray in his hand.

On the tray are exquisite silverware, the silver wine glass is filled with water and fruit wine, the plate is honey bread, a small amount of bacon, and a plate of fresh fruits and vegetables with dew-and those at the bottom of the abyss are squirming and waiting The meat that is absorbed is almost a world apart.

……The memories and pictures from before are flooding like a tide.

And the last thought that flashed through my mind before going into a coma:

He himself is the key to the front of the mainland.

Ge Xiu blinked his still blurry eyes thoughtfully, propping up his body with some difficulty.

——Actually, when he was chased by the demons, he had some vague guesses.

The Higher Demon Race is almost the existence at the top of the food chain on the opposite side of the entire continent, and they actually have to spend so much time trying to find the location of an ordinary human race, which in itself is extremely worth thinking about. What's more, even in the initial short-term encounter, the demons who first discovered their position had absolutely no intention of harming his life. Even among the magic puppets that were completely dismantled by him, those magic stones were engraved on them. The spell written also has prerequisite instructions to ensure his survival.

So, after being forcibly sealed on the opposite side of the harsh environment for 30,000 years, what will these dark races desire most?

Of course it is to leave.

And he himself is obviously the key to opening this door.

And another element related to it must be the moon phenomenon.

Ge Xiu slowly swallowed the food in his mouth, and reached out to hold the silver cup to moisturize his lips. The light red fruit wine in the cup filled with a sweet fragrance, and his dark eyes were reflected on the undulating wine.

The question now is...

Would the jury who counted on him to be tortured to give themselves such a convenient and important identity?

Dreiter left the tent silently.

The bright golden sunlight sprinkled through the dense tree cover, and fell on the bottom of his hair, like a bright sky, with an indescribable calm and gentleness.

A tall man wearing a silver armor stood under a tree not far away, and his breastplate was engraved with a holy white crown symbolizing the **** of light. He walked quickly towards Dreiter, the elegant silver pattern on the armor gleaming with holy brilliance along with the movement, he asked:

"How about it?"

Dreiter shook his head calmly and slowly: "There was a small amount of holy water mixed in the wine, and he didn't react abnormally when he drank it."

The solemn expression on the man's face has not disappeared: "This does not mean anything. Ordinary humans may also become servants of the worshipers of the Dark God..."

"Ed." Dreiter interrupted him.

He frowned and added with emphasis on the pronunciation: "An ordinary human with many scars."

The knight called Ed did not seem to be persuaded: "You are not unaware of the dark elemental aura on his body. The Spell Detecting Stone I carry on my body has begun to warn several miles away. The terrible creature I described-the black wolf with wings on its back. I have been a Templar for twenty years, and I have never heard of such a creature. Plus the wounds on his body... according to what I have learned. Knowing that no spell of the God of Light can cause trauma in that form."

He held the hilt with his iron fingers and said: "Dreiter, let me take him to the nearest temple of light, and leave it to the bishop to judge."

Dreiter frowned deeper: "A human being tortured by the dark elements can't march with you for so long, not to mention, don't you still have a mission?"

Ed was silent for a while, and his face instantly became ugly.

Dreiter looked at the other party's expression, sighed softly, and broke the stagnation in the air: "...Is the situation so bad now?"

Ed nodded solemnly:

"In fact, in the last hundred years, the Holy See has found active traces of dark elements intermittently throughout the mainland, but the Templars dealt with it in a timely manner and rarely let them threaten the people, but it has been different recently..."

He paused and said in a low tone: "In the past three months, too much."

Dreiter was shocked and asked: "What do you mean?"

"The Templars are now recruiting on a large scale, because the manpower is far from enough. This week we have found evidence of the existence of at least three necromancers. Although the Holy See did not clearly state it, rumors are now spreading..." Ed took a deep breath and continued: "The seal of thirty thousand years may be loose."

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

"What about you? What is your mission this time?" Dreiter asked suddenly.

"This time just check the abnormal fluctuation of a dark element nearby."

Dreiter thought for a long time and slowly said, "In that case, let us go with you."

"Why?" Ed was puzzled.

Dreiter raised his chin to the tent behind: "We found this human being injured by the dark element, not very far from your mission purpose, he probably knows something related to your mission. Information, besides, you walk with us to prevent him from any hidden dangers. It is the safest in terms of safety and efficiency. And..."

He slowly exhaled a suffocating breath, worrying light flashed in his royal blue eyes, and his voice suddenly became low for several degrees:

"Actually, my teacher predicted the possibility of the seal loosening eighty years ago. The future situation is definitely more precarious. I would rather my students face it early and get used to it, rather than when danger strikes. Panicked hands and feet."

However, Dreiter still has concerns.

He looked at Ed: "Is the risk factor of this mission high?"

Ed shook his head: "Bronze only. I have dealt with five cases in just last month."

Dreiter nodded: "That's good."

The two people walked toward the depths of the woods, discussing the specific plan of the operation as they walked, their voices gradually disappeared.

In the gap between the cream-white tent and the floor, a thin pitch-black sphere quietly retreated into the tent, and quickly rolled forward under the cover of the gap in the carpet, jumping to a slender and pale Between his fingers, he finally stopped rolling in his palm.

Ge Xiu leaned against the small table next to him, with one hand propped on his cheek, his eyes slightly drooping carelessly, and he absently played with the pitch-black bead with his fingers.

He is not in a good mood.

It wasn't because of the other party's mistrust and calculations—after all, if it were him, he would probably make the same choice. No one would be so stupid to believe that someone who fainted by the lake and was covered with traces of dark elements.

The key point he cares about is-he finally ran away like this after raising a pet for so long?

Ge Xiu fell down. He lay down on the table without bones, and sighed.

If he has a chance to return to the previous world, the first thing he needs to do is to completely destroy the book that taught him how to get along with pets... whether it is electronic data or physical archives!

——It's just a misunderstanding!

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The temple of the **** of war has long been transformed.

The **** pattern on the wall was chiseled off and replaced with a holy white crown. The **** image was torn down and rebuilt. Only the rough and huge pillars on the outside can vaguely see what it used to be.

In the gap under the dark golden gate, a pool of dark red blood slowly fainted, flowing down the stairs step by step, dyeing the white stone surface into a dazzling bright red.

In the sanctuary, the brilliant sunlight pierced through the colorful windows, making the bright idol standing on the altar appear more holy and compassionate.

A black-haired and black-robed man stood under the idol, looking up at the pale and cold stone statue, just like an ordinary pilgrim.

——If it weren't for the blood of the chief priest spreading from his feet.

The paladins guarding the temple rushed from outside the temple with full arms, and the deep dome was suddenly filled with the crisp sound of weapons and iron clashes and noisy footsteps, and countless sword tips blessed by light spells gleamed The cold white light, full of hostility, pointed directly at the strange stranger.

"I don't like the changes you made here."

The man didn't look back, just commented lightly.

His voice is heavy, his very magnetic voice is like a pure silver harp dedicated to the gods, a subtle and elegant accent vibrates slightly at the bottom of the tone, and the plain tone carries some indifferent cruel meaning, which is impressive. Kind of terrible heart palpitations.

To him, the clamors and warnings of the Paladins were like noises in the background, similar to the gurgling of the breeze and the sound of water——

The same is irrelevant.

The next second, the man lifted his finger lightly.

——All the sounds in the temple stopped.

The entire huge temple is filled with deathly silence, and the silence is almost scary.

Immediately after that, the huge bright idol suddenly collapsed and disintegrated, and the white powder fell into the pool of blood that dyed the entire hall with the silent wind.

The man climbed up the steps gracefully and slowly. The black robe that grew to the ground rolled like a dark cloud behind him. He lifted the corners of the robe and sat on the high seat of God. The blood-colored vertical pupils reflected broken limbs and blood. Doors and porches dyed bright red.

Leno curled his lips carelessly:

"That's much better."