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"What...is this feeling?"

Looking blankly at the black cloth umbrella in his hand, Herman felt a familiar touch, but this familiarity did not come from the umbrella itself, but from a cold, sharp long sword. The name of the sword was San

The ruler sword!

Gently stroking the umbrella body, Herman's eyes seemed to have lost focus: "Are you coming too, Sanchi!"

"Okay, so awesome..."

The coward who was originally thought to be a coward suddenly turned into a powerful warrior. Such a warrior could easily drive away all the Anton and his gang who were domineering in the ranch with just an umbrella. This transformation made everyone in the canteen

Everyone was shocked and thought they were dreaming, so the whole cafeteria suddenly became strangely quiet.

He just looked quietly at the young man in the corner holding an umbrella in a daze. But compared to others, as a friend of Herman, Martin's impact was more powerful.

In his mind, although Hermann has the blood of a young man, his nutrition has not kept up. He has never been the main force in fights. He and Bach are often needed to save him. The only advantage is that he is relatively thin.

, so he is very fast, and there are often people who want to beat him, but few can even catch up with his speed.

That's why when he encountered trouble, Martin would subconsciously ask Herman to find Bach, and never thought of staying with Herman to fight against the enemy. Because he knew that in this case, they would definitely lose.

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But he really didn't expect that Herman would have such a strong fighting power. With just an umbrella, he could force Anton back. And unlike others, he wanted to join the army, so he liked to learn fighting skills.

In addition, the conditions at home are not too bad, so I have to learn many skills, including swordsmanship.

It was also because he had studied that he knew how powerful Herman's move just exploded was. It can be said simply that if Herman's hand had not been an umbrella without a tip, it would have been replaced by an umbrella without a tip.

Any other sharp object could easily cut through Anton's throat with just one move.

Although swordsmanship is powerful, it is difficult to learn. It is different from street gang fights, where any brick can be used as a weapon. However, swordsmanship is different. Swordsmanship has its own system and does not have a solid foundation. If you want to show off your swordsmanship,

The power is simply impossible.

You know, the sharper the weapon, in addition to killing the enemy, the more damage it will do to yourself. If you use the sword incorrectly, you will be injured first. According to him, Herman's sword use just now

The skills have clearly reached a very high level.

Although it was not a long sword, but just an umbrella, most people did not see the light that just passed by. Why didn't Anton avoid it and was directly swept by the tip of the umbrella? As a normal person, when encountering danger,

The first reaction was definitely to dodge. Not to mention Anton who often made trouble for others and often got into fights. His physical fitness and reaction ability were definitely above the average person. But he did not dodge.

Of course not, it's because he has no way to dodge.

After Herman hit Anton's arm with his umbrella and blocked his attack, the next moment, the umbrella in his hand quickly stabbed Anton's neck. The speed was so fast that it was almost faster than the human eye could see.

As far as he could see, when Anton tried to dodge again, the entire umbrella tip had already passed through his neck.

This doesn't mean that he doesn't want to dodge, but that he can no longer dodge. Being able to explode with such swordsmanship skills and such powerful speed is simply impossible for ordinary people. Those who can do this are also very rare among the entire empire's army.

There are very few people who exist. Such a person is definitely worthy of the title of King of Soldiers. If placed in the age of knights with armor and war horses, such a person would be the most powerful weapon in the entire empire and exist as a murderous weapon.

Although Anton is brave and fierce, he is not a brainless person. He knows the gap between himself and such people. Once he continues to be forced, if the opponent changes another weapon, even a simple fork, he may

Just lie down.

On this special day today, Anton didn't want to miss him in the distance. So he left directly with his men, without even saying the last cruel words. He was conquered by Herman.

Not only Anton, but also Martin was like this, so after his chest healed a little, he quickly stood up, looked at the young man who was in a daze, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

"What?" Hearing his friend's voice, Herman was slightly startled and woke up from the state he was in just now.

"I said you are such an amazing swordsman. We have lived together for such a long time, and I didn't even know you were a master of swordsmanship!" Martin looked excited, whether it was because there was a master next to him or because of Herman in the future.

, no one will bother them anymore, which is a very happy thing.

But while he was happy, he was still a little confused: "By the way, Herman, what were you talking about just now? Why didn't I understand it? What language was it?"

"What did I say?" Herman was even more surprised. He only knew the language of the empire. How could Martin not know what he said?

"That's what you just said!" Martin looked at Herman with a strange expression!

"Did I say that? I didn't say that!" Herman was even more confused: "By the way, you just said that I am a master of swordsmanship. You are really joking. How can I use a sword!"

"You're still pretending to me!" Martin looked disgusted, "Just now you drove Anton away with your superb swordsmanship, and you still told me that you don't know how to swordsmanship. We are such good brothers, and I don't

I’m learning swordsmanship from you, there’s no need to hide it!”

"Swordsmanship? I really don't know how to do it!" Herman looked innocent.

"Are you still pretending?" Martin glared at Herman and said, "You are still pretending to me. If you don't know how to use a sword, then what are you holding in your hand?"

"In your hand?" Hearing this, Herman lowered his head and looked at the thing in his hand.

A long sword over one meter long was lying quietly in his hand, and his right hand was unconsciously stroking the entire sword body. The blade seemed to be slightly dull as if it had not been opened, but the entire sword body shone with a cold light.

In the darkness, the entire light appears darker and deeper!

"This, this, this is...what?"

Herman took a step back as if frightened, and the originally hard wall seemed to suddenly become transparent. After taking a step back, there was no obstacle.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang...", the sword rolled several times, and finally turned into a line of white smoke with a 'bang' sound.

"Herman, Herman, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Herman who suddenly turned pale in front of him, Martin quickly shouted loudly.

Martin's voice made Herman turn around. It was the familiar dining room again. The crowd gradually disappeared in the distance, but they looked at him with curious expressions. Martin looked at him nervously in front of him, and...

He lowered his head and saw a black umbrella quietly held in his hand. Seeing this umbrella, he seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing in the world and couldn't help but step back.

But the hard wall behind him told him that there was no way out. Turning around and looking at the white wall in front of him, Herman relaxed slightly.

"I...I'm fine!" He hung the umbrella on the wall again in a panic, and Herman hurriedly walked outside.

The sun was shining quietly from the sky. When he walked out of the cafeteria and greeted the sunshine, Herman's body suddenly became warm and his expression seemed to be more relaxed.

"Herman, why are you walking so fast? Aren't you going to eat?" Martin quickly followed behind.

"Martin, I'm fine, maybe I'm a little tired, so I want to go back and take a rest!" Herman said reluctantly.

What happened last night and today made him a little overwhelmed as a young man. Only now did he realize that everything in the dream was real. He used to be the god with a bloody aura around him, and that

The fight between the figures in the dream was everything he had ever experienced.

He doesn't know who he used to be, nor why he became that way. But he knows that he is Herman now, and he doesn't want to become another person, nor does he want another person to be him.

Just like Lieutenant Maitreya once said, he is the most unique in this world, but what happened today was simply beyond his imagination.

The sudden dream, the dark space in his head, the bloody figure, the three-foot sword that suddenly appeared in his hand, and his suddenly enhanced skills in danger, all of this seemed to be telling him. He was slowly accepting the other person.

everything of.

No, it can be said that the other party is slowly feeding back everything about him to this body. Strength, thoughts, or finally...soul.

What will happen if the soul is taken away? Herman doesn't know whether he will die, or he will become a madman who cannot think and only has physical instincts, or he will become a human being according to the mysterious sect of the hostile empire.

Will you enter heaven after death? Or hell?

Herman doesn't know all this, and he doesn't want to know it either. Because right now, he just wants to escape all this alone and go to a place where no one is around. He thinks carefully about whether to resist or compromise.

Actually, I don’t know either.

"Are you a little tired? Then you really need to take a rest! But Herman, I think we'd better wait a little!" Martin on the side said.

"What's wrong?" Herman seemed to remember that today was a very important day, so although he was confused, he still stopped.

"Don't you remember? Today is the day when the mail carriage arrives at the ranch. Didn't you say last time that you wrote a letter to your family? Maybe there will be a reply this time?" Martin reminded.

"Mail delivery... carriage?" Herman was shocked, and the figure in his mind seemed to be clearer.

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