Demon Sword God

"They are in danger! No, I have to help!" Becas suddenly stood up from the ground, and used one hand to touch the scroll back, but he felt nothing. In an instant, a kind of fear and powerlessness

Feeling suddenly surged from the bottom of my heart.

I have become accustomed to relying on sky-high scrolls that come with casual hands, and used absolute force to suppress inconspicuous difficulties. When facing an opponent who is far stronger than me, without a corresponding scroll... what else can I do?

Killed? Or... run away!

No! Can't escape! But...

"No...no...I can't do it..." Becas fell to the ground dejectedly, and mocking with familiar faces began to pop up in front of him.

"Yeah, isn't this the wasteful little guy in the family? He is only a first-level mage at the age of sixteen."

"Ah hahahaha, what else would this guy do except use the scroll easily?"

"He also makes scrolls, although the things he makes often hurt his own people."

"What can this waste do?"

"Yes, we are the great Sam's family, useless people, but we are not qualified to stay at home."

"Yes, the waste is not qualified to stay."

"Stop talking!" Becath's hands pressed down his head, and tears of regret rushed out of his eyes.

"I'm a waste...I can't do anything well...I can't do anything...I can't do anything...I can't do anything, I can't do anything..."

"What are you doing?" A angrily shout interrupted Becath's memory. Then Becath only saw a dark thing flying in front of him, and then he was punched heavily on his face.

"Bacas Sam, stand up for me." Becas raised his head dejectedly, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of Sbeca's mouth, clenched his fists, and stood in front of him with anger on his face.

"Damn it...I...I..."

"What's your name now? You're still not from the Sam family." Sbecca grabbed Becca's collar and forced Becca to lift it up.

"Damn it, I...I...I have nothing, I can't do anything." Becath subconsciously touched his waist, but Sibeca opened his hand.

"What else do you use besides the scroll!"

"Scroll...scroll..." Looking at Sibeca's angry face, Becas was frightened and did not dare to reach out and touch his waist.

"Bacas, wake me up."

Bang-

Feeling a scorching pain from his face, the feeling of powerlessness in Becath's heart was suddenly diluted a lot.

Pulling Becath's collar, Sbeca pushed Becath to the front of the cliff and pointed to the interlaced light and shadows from the tree canopy in the distance.

"Your brother is still fighting there, they are in danger, and you! You are still here timidly making the turtle shrunk! Are you still a man!"

"You said, you're still a fucking man!!! Say it!!!" Sbecca pulled Becas in front of him and looked straight into his eyes. Becas was about to escape.

"Look at me!, look into my eyes!"

Facing the mighty Sibeca, Beca was so guilty that he did not dare to resist, and could only stare at Sibeca's eyes with fear.

Those eyes were not confused, full of heroism, full of unrulyness and passion.

Why--

Why do I feel so sad?

Beca Si looked at those eyes, slowly, a memory that was forgotten in his heart slowly woke up.