I'm Really A Newcomer

"Princess, you told me about the Twilight of the Gods and the arrival of dragon crystal nuclear bombs..."

"Do you think the scene at that time would be like this now..."

Li Guang dragged his body riddled with holes and stared at the bronze sky. A majestic eighth-level sub-dragon appeared from the black formation above the mountains. It flapped its huge red wings and galloped through the dense clouds and waves. among. The monstrous flames splashed from the bloody mouth of the dragon species into this dead city that had no sunshine. The wooden houses in the mountains began to burn, and the suffocating smoke swept across the entire world.

Countless wild ghosts were crawling in the ruins towards Li Guang above the restaurant, and his quiver was already empty. The durability of Li Guang's Lingbao Bow has long since disappeared, and his physical strength has also disappeared. The wild ghosts gnawed at Li Guang's red armor, their fangs piercing deeply into his dark body, and Li Guang's blood bar dropped visibly to the naked eye.

Twenty-four apostles in black robes approached in the direction of Li Guang. Huge mudslides broke out in the mountains surrounding the mountains. The huge dragon tail of the sub-dragon species swept across the mountain walls, and the walls were covered like tofu. It is easily destroyed and the entire wall collapses in an instant.

The apostles watched in jest as Li Guang, who had run out of ammunition and food, was torn apart by countless wild ghosts on his exposed flesh and bones.

"Only the twenty-five gene sequences given by the Lord are worthy of listening to the Lord's guidance. Although they are failures, they are still somewhat useful." The fourth apostle looked at the ferocious wild ghost and said indifferently.

"One, kill him. We must seize the time to take away Ye Jingzhe's dragon crystal and rebuild Zero's carrier." The second apostle said contemptuously.

Apostle 1 took out an ancient stone tablet fragment engraved with mysterious runes from the crystal storage. The runes engraved on the stone tablet exuded a mysterious purple halo, and a long bell rang out from the chaos.

The strange symbols on the wild ghost's eyebrows began to tremble violently, and they became even more crazy under the influence of the bell. Li Guang's blood volume finally disappeared under the bite of the wild ghost.

Jiang Mian's thin body was thrown high into the air by the wild ghosts, and their sharp nails scratched his abdomen. Jiang Mian's trachea was filled with countless choking fire smoke, and he was almost suffocating in pain in the air.

Amidst the white smoke, endless black mist enveloped Jiang Mian's body.

A stooped old man wielded a burning wooden pole and landed neatly, and the surrounding wild ghosts retreated under the heat of the flames. But now the mountains are filled with fireworks and ashes, and the wild ghosts have gathered again. Surrounded by millions of wild ghosts, Liu Wuer was like a lone boat in the deep sea, with raging waves everywhere. Jiang Mian's world-leading skills seemed a little powerless or even insignificant under the waves of attacks.

He seemed abandoned by the world.

Jiang Mian could no longer see the scene between heaven and earth.

The mountains were burned out, and there were wild ghosts with green faces and fangs everywhere, and their broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the place.

The sky is like a giant red dragon hovering, and in front of you are the twenty-four complete apostles arriving hand in hand.

The dust and ashes flying all over the sky in the prehistoric wilderness were flying wantonly, and the evil people celebrated with their crowns flickering under the flames.

Liu Wuer's physical strength was also exhausted, and Jiang Mian could no longer control this vicissitudes of life.

His slender hands gradually separated from the keyboard, just like those shadowy figures he saw on the computer screen a few years ago.

But Jiang Mian is no longer desperate because he has never regretted it.

Even though this bizarre world he prayed for day and night now wanted to kill him.

The end of the journey...?

"I'm so reluctant." Jiang Mian said softly.

Liu Wuer disappeared like a broken mirror, and the scholar he had not seen for a long time wrapped Jiang Mian's body again.

"Yaoguang, brother...may not be able to come. But you must get into the university you want to go to. You have to live happily. You have to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the scholar was disillusioned by the roar of the wild ghost.

Jiang Mian stood up unsteadily, facing the approaching wild ghost. The blue in his hand exuded a dreamy light.

This is his last weapon.

Even though Jiang Mian no longer had the protection of Li Guang and others, he still stood upright without flinching.

Jiang Mian held Youlan's hand as if he was holding his original intention.

"Goodbye, princess." Jiang Mian said softly.

He held his breath, and Jiang Mian proudly rushed towards the boundless wild ghosts under the bronze sky.

…

"Wait!" Apostle Twenty-Three said, looking at the dagger in Jiang Mian's hand that was very similar to his own.

The wild ghosts slowly retreated under the changing bells.

Apostle Twenty-Three playfully approached the thin young man in the thick fog, and two touching touches of blue gradually approached.

Jiang Mian looked at Apostle Twenty-Three in front of him with a dazed expression.

The blue dagger in twenty-three's hand is still the same as what he saw in Gui Poli a long time ago.

Twenty-three said to Jiang Mian: "It turns out that it was you who killed the waste, so that I could accept the gift of the Lord. In this case, I have to 'thank you' very much."

Now that Jiang Mian couldn't breathe, every moment he stayed in this wilderness was torture.

So Jiang Mian didn't talk nonsense to him. He held the dagger behind his back and stabbed Twenty-Three, but his speed was too slow. Twenty-three dodged one by one, stabbing Jiang Mian's clear eyes mercilessly with the blue in their hands.

"Brand." Twenty-three said cruelly.

Jiang Mian clearly saw Twenty-Three's movements, but his slow body did not completely avoid it. The dagger exuding a dreamy halo scratched the corner of Jiang Mian's eye, but the scar did not bleed, but was stained with eternal color.

"This dagger will leave its mark on you forever, and I will make you a perfect work of art." Twenty-three said.

He pinched Jiang Mian's neck fiercely. Jiang Mian's mouth opened and closed uncontrollably. The suffocating smoke rushed into his throat. Jiang Mian retched in agony. His delicate face gradually faded. Becomes purple and twisted.

"That's it, that's it..." Twenty-three smiled excitedly. The dagger in his hand kept piercing Jiang Mian's abdomen. The blue dagger was accompanied by Jiang Mian's surging blood, and severe pain spread all over Jiang Mian. limbs and body.

It's a pity that there is no night sky to shine for him anymore today.

Jiang Mian gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to stab the blue spear given to him by Ye Taoli into Twenty-Three's back.

As soon as the sharp blade pierced Twenty-Three's skin, he dodged it. The dagger in Twenty-Three's hand picked out Jiang Mian's heart, bringing with it a line of frightening blood.

Jiang Mian's aura gradually disappeared, and the blue color fell from his hand.

He stood upright like a sculpture, his sleeves catching the wind.

Jiang Mian stared blankly at Twenty-Three's last crazy face, refusing to close her eyes...

?

The heart, buried deep in ashes and blood, was still beating vigorously.

"Fuck." Twenty-three stepped hard on the beating heart, but was bounced away by an absolute force.

In nothingness.

Half of Jiang Mian's face became colorful.

Countless colors appeared on the right side of his face.

The world is reloading Jiang Mian.

And the long-gloomy portrait in Jiang Mian's consciousness also bloomed in an instant.