Burn the world from pirates

In the sea of ​​thoughts.

The God of the Abyss has been furious for a long time, and the subconscious sea of ​​human souls has been eroded.

Yes, although it sounds very incredible, one corner of this abyss is already burning with a tiny flame.

That is a force similar to and opposite to evil thoughts.

Although He mobilized all his power to try to annihilate the flame, it had no effect. Instead, more areas were infected with red.

It was only an insignificant area compared to the huge sea of ​​thoughts, but...he didn't see any solution on the timeline.

The source of the opponent's power is also human.

Humans created gods, and gods weaved human destiny.

The mutually reinforcing relationship makes the God of the Abyss very sensitive to this kind of invasion.

What if... it is replaced.

So he could only vent his anger on the hands of the four gods who had returned to their positions.

【No matter what you do, go kill red.】

The four demons in the Hand of God were kneeling in the void with horror on their faces.

Wait until the will of the abyss fades away before standing up.

In the hands of God, several great demon gods are worrying, which is very rare in thousands of years.

They understand the law of cause and effect and control the destiny of mankind, but even the will of the abyss cannot find the source of red, and they can only think like mortals.

【What is red?】

【How to kill red?】

In the end, the existence of the leader of the Hand of God was ordered by Boyd, also known as the "Archangel".

[Let Behelet follow the law of cause and effect and spread across the continent.]

[Let all the apostles search for it, we will come to this world at any time to erase any suspicious existence. 】

Regardless of whether they had dealt with him before or not, the other three demon gods now all expressed their approval of the leader of the demon gods who was born as a great sage.

No matter what happens, as long as there is an abnormality, extreme emotions will be triggered.

As long as we come from another space, everything red will die.

With the activation of the Sea of ​​Thought and the orders of the four God Hands that have returned, the continent has entered the eve of the Dark Age.

The sea of ​​thoughts, which is the human subconscious or a combination of negative consciousness, constantly affects everyone in this world.

Anxiety, tension, anger, frustration, sadness, pain and other emotions well up from deep inside.

Original sins such as jealousy, hatred, killing, lust, etc. were derived.

The mercenaries have received countless war commissions, the nobles are trying their best to vent their desires, and even the civilians will fall into depravity at a moment's notice.

The world is becoming more and more chaotic, and the hand of God is coming more and more frequently.

But what about red?

In the present world.

Gus, who is a member of various major mercenary groups, is sleeping in a tent at the moment.

Because of the shadow of his childhood, he could only sleep peacefully holding his own weapon.

In the dream, he came to a terrible world, a world even more hellish than now.

There is a terrible mark on his body, which will bring disaster wherever he goes.

Those legendary demons and monsters all appeared in his life and were constantly chasing him.

Like Donovan's shadow.

Feeling particularly depressed, he woke up from his sleep and squatted in the corner holding his sword as usual.

Having nightmares is a normal thing on this continent. Everyone will do it, either to indulge their desires or to be frightened awake by their desires.

The next day was another killing. He received several layers of deducted rewards, and then went out to find a water source to clean his body and equipment.

On the way, he killed several so-called companions who came to hunt him.

Those bastards have long been eyeing my wallet, and I experience such dramas of betrayal every day.

Mercenaries with nothing are just a bunch of wild dogs.

On the way back to the camp, Gus met a strange man.

Black hair and black eyes are not very common on the mainland.

The young man is currently meditating cross-legged in the wilderness.

The look of concentration can bring endless peace to people.

Unknowingly, Gus looked at it for a long time, and when he reacted, he immediately put his hand on the hilt of the sword behind him.

This shouldn't be the case. His many years as a mercenary kept him alert at all times.

But just now he let down his guard.

Because...the atmosphere of stability and peace.

The other person's temperament has a feeling that he does not belong to this land. It is different from the city people and people Gus has seen. It is difficult to describe.

After re-examination, I found more doubts.

The opponent was not wearing any armor, and there was a gray iron bar stuck randomly at his feet.

According to the fighting style of this world, armor and horses are more important than weapons.

Gus couldn't see clearly for a while, so he chose to stay away.

Noah happened to open his eyes and sighed.

He felt very distressed when he just came into this world.

The upper limit of this world is very high, and it can withstand all kinds of physical strength and will power.

The body that has lost the power of the giant is weaker than ever before, but it only takes a few days to regain powerful strength.

The reason for sighing is that the world is too sick.

The dark side of the human heart forms an extremely huge background, and the world is a hell.

I'm afraid it will take some effort to help myself in the sea of ​​thoughts.

Of course, meeting Gus here is considered a blessing, but the other person has not yet made a conscious decision in his heart.

"Do you want to truly live? Young man."

Gus is not interested, he is now just a talented swordsman with considerable talent but lack of purpose.

What is living, what is life, etc. are boring words for young people.

Noah shrugged and mentioned the word Hedao.

"Well, I'm old."

"According to the formal procedure, we should have a fight before talking about the matter."

Gus also drew his long sword. Indeed, this is the formal greeting on the mainland.

The young man planned to chop down this weird pretty boy immediately.

His swordsmanship is the basic swordsmanship of a mercenary combined with his own style from more than ten years on the battlefield.

A simple, efficient heavy sword that can cut through heavy armor.

So with the first strike of the sword, you knew the victory was decided, and the slender iron bar couldn't stop it...

clang!!

Gus's arm went numb, and the reaction forced him to retreat.

"this!!!"

"Just a simple block and a simple swing of the sword."

With a smile on his face, Noah held a letter and continued to slash with his sword one after another.

It is difficult for the protagonist to be listened to when he speaks so loudly and enthusiastically, and it requires constant pressure to leave a deep impression.

The sound of clanking iron could be heard in the wasteland. There was no astonishing skill or speed that could not be avoided.

The sheer force carried by each sword made it extremely difficult for the young swordsman to hold on. Deep pits were created one after another under his feet, and the blood dripping from his arms followed them.

As his back was against the big tree, Gus's heart became cold and he had no way to retreat.

"This is strength."

The last sword fell with a terrifying momentum, and the heavy feeling as if the sky was falling made Gus almost give up resistance.