Soul of Burning Steel

At the same time, the silver-haired girl suddenly felt a huge torrent of memory swarming along with the divine machine contract.

Countless flickering memory fragments poured into the memory core of this little magic machine.

——You were born in the wrong era.

Once, it seemed that someone had said such a thing to himself.

In the long-forgotten memory, in an ancient and simple gymnasium, a middle-aged man was knocked down to the ground. He lay flat on the ground, his eyes half-opened, and he stared at him with complicated eyes while he was panting violently. His son, the one who stood before him and defeated him.

"You've surpassed me."

Sighing deeply, the middle-aged man who had experienced many battles slowly stood up. He said to the young man in front of him with emotion and regret: "Unfortunately, in this world, even if you learn to be invincible, There's no point in using it."

This is already a world without fighting...

The eyes of the middle-aged man were full of pity.

——You are a hungry wolf among the sheep, thirsting for blood and raw meat, but you can only chew green leaves and sleep on the grassland. Even if you search the whole world, you can't find anyone worthy of a battle.

I can't find the meaning of my own life, and I can't understand the human heart. I can't sleep all night, but I can't find the reason for it... Is there a life in the world that is more distorted and sad than this?

The young man was indifferent. He watched his fists, clenched and relaxed, as if he didn't care.

But why didn't he know that everything his father said was true?

He is just yearning for a hearty battle, for the passion of life and death -- but there will be no more, whether it is the era of martial arts in the past or the war that just ended recently, there will be no more, soul and heart The hidden pulse cannot be ignited, and it will never burn.

This is a world of Great Harmony, a world without disputes, warriors, there is no need for existence.

The fragments of memories slowly dissipated. In the distant sky, flying dragons breathing frost hovered above the mountains, and the howling of wild beasts could be vaguely heard fragmented in the wind and transmitted to the distance.

With the cold wind blowing, Joshua suddenly laughed. Standing on the edge of the fortress wall, he looked around the mountains and the world. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate all obstacles and see all the monsters hidden in the shadows and darkness.

Stretching out his palm, red fluctuations were burning like fire in his palm, and while the grudge was emitting light, it was also slowly changing color. The red light gradually dimmed, and the black-red glow shone on Joshua. Every edge and corner was reflected on his face.

But it seemed to be blocked by something, the black-red flame could no longer continue to become dimmer, it remained in this form, remained motionless, no matter how violent the fluctuations were, it remained the same.

"The killing intent has no target to release, so it can only reach this point."

A deep soliloquy sounded, which seemed to be a little regretful, but more of it was confidence and expectation: "However, when the next battle begins, it will be the time when my power of glory will be accomplished."

The voice was decisive, without any leeway.

This is a real world.

There is no falsehood, whether it is the beating heart in the heart, or the thin layer of frost under the feet, whether it is the blood beating in the chest of a soldier, or the minced meat splashed when the enemy dies, they are not data in the game, nor are they beautiful. These things are all real existences, and they are no different from the previous life.

He seemed to know this for the first time, but there was no surprise at all. Maybe he should have noticed it when he swung his weapon to kill the enemy for the first time, letting the blood soak his chest, but anyway, now It's not important anymore.

The power of this world is real, whether it is fighting, killing or death - the same is true for the power that inhabits his body, has the same origin as fighting energy, flows continuously but does not come out.

Holding grudge in hand, the black-haired warrior extinguished it.

The power of glory is the power that penetrates deep into the soul of a person, and it is the strongest light that blooms when the will and soul burn. How can it be explained and awakened by a game or a system in the previous life? Even if he is a former legendary fighter, at this step, he still has to get out on his own.

After all, he is a time traveler, and he is not a kind person. Joshua has no feelings for this world. Even if he knows what kind of suffering this land will face in the future, he has no sympathy. He only cares about the people around him. However, along with the disaster, there are waves of stronger and stronger enemies, just like the abyss worms encountered by Ares Fortress, this is the opportunity to fight.

As long as the killing intent can be released and the fight can be continued, that's fine.

"Firefly, it's getting late."

Not paying attention to the confused eyes of the silver-haired girl beside him, the soldier patted her on the head and said, "Let's go."

"Um."

Still in a daze, didn't understand what the master was thinking or saying before, and didn't even see anything clearly from the torrent of memory, just vaguely felt that her question had actually been answered, Yingying was a little bit puzzled head, and followed behind Joshua.

However, although she didn't get a satisfactory answer, at least one thing was certain.

——If Joshua wants to fight, then he must need Hotaru.

That's enough

Satisfied, Weapon chuckled silently, followed his master, and left the city wall.

It has nothing to do with feelings or loyalty, just as warriors belong to fighting, so weapons belong only to her master.

The wind and snow filled the air.

Just in the direction Joshua was looking at before, behind the mountains, in the depths of Hesse, a giant dragon with a black body and a golden half was lying on the top of the gray-white cliff, licking his own wound.

Black and red streamers surrounded the wound pierced by the steel spear, causing the wound that should have healed to still be bleeding, consuming its strength.

"Woo..."

An angry neigh came from its throat, the black dragon shook its body, the magic power of chaos boiled, and purple-black mist shot up into the sky, mixed with snow and ice, and scattered to every part of the forest, countless wild beasts breathed the power of chaos , to meet their already alienated physical needs, little by little crystal-like exoskeletons appeared around their bodies, carrying unknown power.

In the middle of the black forest, a dim light flickered, a black time-space gate filled with chaotic and filthy mist, standing in the sky above a hill, and endless alien power passed through the time-space narrow passage behind it, passing To this world, with a smooth carapace, insect-like monsters composed of crystals at the spine poured out of it, and danced around it, more and more.

In this hell-like cold black mist, a pair of transparent wings that seem to be made of ice can be vaguely seen emerging. The wings are flapping. There are countless strange patterns on them, and ice-blue magic light is shining. Under the influence, the ice and snow seemed to be colder, and the wind became more violent. The clouds and air flow tens of kilometers around seemed to change direction due to the pair of wings, rushing towards the direction of the Moldova fortress.

"Om—"

With a soft cry, the ice-blue wings left the cloud and mist, and a huge translucent butterfly, as huge as a tower fortress, danced around the black time-space gate.

The snow is getting bigger.