Strange Voyage: Summoning the Fourth Disaster

Soon, everyone in Gok'Quil knew that this white-maned heir to the throne of the Fierce Lion was a cowardly guy.

This has nothing to do with "The Fierce Lion".

As a result, rumors spread among the common people, and many ordinary Fierce Lion children began to laugh at the heir to the throne.

Some even believe that the throne of Sarleon should be given to the second prince, Ligardel's younger brother.

However, such rumors and ridicule only exist among ordinary people.

For some unknown reason, no one in the aristocratic and royal circles has ever said that Ligadel's heir is unqualified. On the contrary, they have high expectations for Ligadel.

Even the noble little lions who once laughed at him now encouraged and had high expectations for him.

"Come on, Ligardel, and become a real warrior."

This is the sentence that Ligardel heard most when he was in Geguire.

"Theo, do you think I am really qualified to be king?" Ligardel asked his younger brother.

"Now? Of course not."

"To become a king, you must first be a true warrior."

"So only I, Theo! am qualified to be the king."

Upon hearing this, Ligardel's brother Theo snorted coldly and said without hesitation.

Hearing this, Ligardel glanced at his brother who was more than three meters tall, then looked at his own body which was less than one meter tall. He became dejected and his body became even shorter.

"…But you…maybe…in the future…who knows."

Seeing that his body was getting smaller again, Theo quickly added, but his tone still sounded cold.

After hearing this, Ligardel stopped shrinking, but he was still discouraged.

"I don't know how long it will take..."

As he spoke, Ligardel leaned his head towards Theo's big paw.

Theo frowned and moved his paw in disgust.

"Not too far."

…

“…Not far!”

"Ligardel! Go to the Fire Square! Father is over there!"

Theo's face was grim, blood was flowing down his face, he roared and bit the throat of an enemy, and yelled at Ligardel.

At this time, the outer city was a sea of ​​blood and corpses, filled with the smell of blood and flames. The roars of the fierce lions and the roars of the monsters were intertwined, like a scene from hell.

Ligardel was trembling with fear, his instinct told him to run away, but the fierce lion in danger before him... was his own brother!

"...Theo...Theo...I...will help..."

Ligardel was fighting fiercely with the endless fear in his heart. In the end, he gritted his teeth and was about to take that crucial step.

But at this moment, a fishy wind blew from the side.

sieve!

Theo's huge body appeared in front of him in an instant, with half of his neck torn by the sneak attack monster and bleeding.

But he did not wail. Instead, he became even stronger. Despite the risk of having his neck torn off, he turned around and bit the monster's body to pieces.

Theo, covered in blood, looked at Ligardel who had not left yet, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his originally cold eyes.

But he soon let out a final terrifying roar towards Ligardel.

"roll--"

Hearing this huge and terrifying sound, Ligadel's pupils shrank, the fear in his heart took over again, and he ran away.

Soon after, Theo's roar stopped...

…

"Father!"

"Theo... Theo he..."

"It's all my fault... If I could fight... Theo wouldn't have died..."

"I am a coward... I am an ominous person... I bring disaster... I am a disgrace to Gekkuel..."

"I have failed Theo, failed my mother, failed you, and failed everyone..."

"I... never became a real warrior..."

Holding his father's huge but scarred body, Ligardel burst into tears and said what had been buried in his heart.

"Listen to me, Ligardel."

"It's not your fault."

His father's huge hand gently stroked Ligardel.

Boom!

A huge tremor sounded, and the entire Geguirre was shrinking rapidly in this horrific war and death. Buildings collapsed and the ground bulged.

Geguirre began to shrink rapidly, and the dark border, the huge storm, and the monsters that came with it became more and more violent.

"There's no time, Ligardel. Listen, you have to go to the deepest part of the bunker now."

Ligardel's father bent down, his body expanded rapidly, and began to prepare for this final war.

Before the final moment came, he looked back, his eyes calm and firm.

"Ligardel."

“Don’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

"I always believe that you can become a real warrior."

"But before that, run away."

After that, the terrifying war swept in instantly. The huge noise made Ligadel's mind go blank. He could only run away tirelessly...

…

After Brother Mangzi entered this strange space, he did not receive any prompts.

But he saw a lot of vague first-person recollections.

This should be in Ligardel's "heart".

Although Brother Mangzi doesn't like to read the plot or think about the background of the game, he is not stupid. After reading all this, he can more or less guess the experience of the little lion Ligardel.

"No wonder I said he would commit suicide. It turns out it wasn't because of this one incident, but the accumulation of all the things..."

Brother Mangzi shook his head and finally understood the reason.

His hometown was destroyed, his relatives and friends died one by one in front of him, and he could only run away with everyone's expectations...

Then, his eyes fell on the small figure curled up on the ground.

At this time, Ligardel was already wrapped in numbness and despair, with no hope of survival.

The Fierce Lions were a race whose physical strength was determined by their emotions, and this had already been explained in Rigadel's memories.

Emotions such as happiness, anger, courage, hope, and determination make the fierce lion strong.

Extremely powerful emotions can even give rise to all kinds of strange abilities in the fierce lion, and even some not-so-good emotions can have such an effect.

But there are only two emotions that Sarleon can be negatively affected by.

One is fear, the other is despair.

And Ligardel now has both.

This has brought his body to a point of being on the verge of death. If he doesn't change his mood, Ligardel will really die.

Thinking of this, Brother Mangzi no longer hesitated and walked straight up.

"hiss……"

"roar……"

The horrifying monsters condensed into illusory images in Ligadel's mind, constantly moving towards Ligadel, wanting to devour it completely.

Brother Mangzi ignored him and walked straight to Ligardel, touched his head and looked at him seriously.

"Ligardel, do you want to be my disciple?"

"I will definitely teach you...how to be a real warrior!"

It seemed that Brother Mangzi's voice had worked.

Ligardel slowly raised his head...