Technician’s Manual

Star pastor De Miro rode on the Serpent Dragon, and commanded the army to enter the No. 73 composite resource point·Crypt in an orderly manner.

　　 came to the entrance of the cave, still no trace of the fierce wolf dragon, it should have been ransacked.

　　 Is it a passing wizard, or a crystal flying dragon swimming nearby?

　　 It's possible, anyway, the troops sent to garrison the resource point are destined to become consumables on the reimbursement list... How many viper dragons will be left to garrison here?

Seemingly aware of the imminent transfer of personnel, the Serpents were restlessly restless, but the Thousand Birds stood on one foot and rested indifferently, and even had room to comb each other—as the only long-range team under De Miro’s command. Following the army, they naturally enjoy treatment comparable to a lover.

　　When he came to the cave hall, De Miro waved his hand to let the Feminine Dragons move supplies.

　　The clever children felt that the results of the next work would determine whether they would stay in this cave to rot or continue to eat and drink with the star shepherd in the future. They immediately searched the cave with high morale, and the scorpion's tail was raised up high.

　　 De Milo could clearly feel the emotional changes of his followers, but he didn't care and motioned for the mount to sit down. The Viper dragon obediently lowered its body, and the scorpion tail bent out of a roller coaster curve-level arc, and the tip just fell to the back to act as a pillow for De Miro.

　　 De Milo closes his eyes and selects the pastime from the memory album. But he seemed to see it, and his gaze was still on the dreamland that had been browsed thousands of times, but it seemed that he would have to watch it thousands of times in the future.

　　 It was the worst moment of his life when De Miro was 13 years old.

　　 De Milo was born in the Leba family, this surname is meaningless, because when he was 11 years old, the family was banished because of his uncle’s corruption, and his parents were also implicated. In that era, the nobles and the royal family were like playing cat and mouse games, depending on whether I was corrupted quickly or if you caught me quickly.

　　 The young De Milo managed to escape to the maid’s house to avoid the sanctions of the law. He quickly became sensible, eating less, working more, bowing his head, and doubling the hardship he had suffered in the previous ten years within two years.

　　 Obviously, the fate is harsh loan sharking, and the double is just interest. When he was 13 years old, the maid said that he had found a suitable apprentice and let two strong men who looked like iron workers take him away, and the destination was the famous local "pigeon fish cage."

　　 is the place to buy color.

　　 Male workers call it white pigeons and female workers call it grass carp. At that time, De Miro didn't know the origin of this name, but he soon understood.

　　 When the evil-eyed gang boss told De Miro the truth, De Miro did not have fear or other emotions, but accepted this fact calmly. Perhaps when he heard the increasingly frequent complaints from the maids and couples, as well as seeing the husband's vicious expression and the maid's sorry eyes, he expected that fate would want to take away his principal this time.

　　 As a fugitive wanted criminal, he has the freedom to choose consent or death.

The boss of the gang also told him about the scope of his next job: In addition to betraying his body, he can also listen to information, assassinate important people, plant and frame him. If he is lucky, he may be greedy for his beauty. The rich man bought it... Obviously, part-time overtime is the norm here, and even if he is caught by the Police Department in the future, he cannot be said to be innocent.

　　 With the hope of being able to survive and become someone’s bedding in the future, the troubled teenage boy walked into one of the rooms on the top floor of the pigeon fish cage, which was the staff’s dormitory.

　　 Warm yellow walls, crackling stoves, a few tasteless burgundy sofas, and snacks and drinks on the short tables. Because the floor is the highest, Yaoxing’s warm light passes through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony without reservation, providing a stage for the dancing dust.

　　 But the ground is very clean, there should be frequent cleaning.

　　 Compared with the utility room, the accommodation conditions have been greatly improved, at least in the middle of the night will not wake up because of the rat coming by.

　　 "Hey, your skin is so white!" A tall and plump girl approached De Miro, and reached out to touch the precious legacy of the noble life of the previous ten years: "Slick and tender, ooh..."

　　 "Is there a newcomer finally?" Another cute boy who seemed to be younger than De Miro jumped up and clenched his fists in excitement: "Am I finally going to be a senior?"

　　 "No, you still seem to be the youngest one." Sitting on the sofa far away, the quiet girl put down the book in her hand, "Drink more milk and grow up quickly."

　　 De Milo glanced at it. There is no text in the quiet girl's book, only pictures that are exaggerating... Are you still studying hard after get off work?

　　 The cute boy looked bitter: "But the milk is fishy..."

　　 "Ah, I forgot all about it!"

　　 The floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony were pushed open, and a beautiful person who was as exquisite as a sculpture walked into the room. He was wearing a baggy shirt and short shorts, carrying a plate of freshly dried clothes in his hand, full of home atmosphere but very tempting.

　　 The warm orange light wrapped around him greedily, coating him with sacred colors.

　　 Is he a man? Or a girl? Sex seems to lose meaning at a moment.

　　 "The boss told us in the morning that new people are coming to the dormitory. At that time, everyone did not wake up and there was no time to prepare food. But we only started work in the evening. How about we have a welcome party in the afternoon?"

　　 "Is this something to be celebrated?" The quiet girl said something Demiro also wanted to say.

　　 "Yeah, party!" The tall girl and the cute boy cheered together.

　　 "Are we mixed men and women?" After coming in, De Miro asked the first question.

　　 "Yes, the boss said that all men and all women are very troublesome, but mixed men and women can supervise each other, at least not so much shit... He also said that this is his management secret!"

　　 But the risk of mixed **** is... By the way, I don't care about this risk here.

　　 "Then, it's time to move on to the next link!" The pretty person put down the clothes basin at will: "Let me help you pick a good name that sounds good and suitable for newcomers!"

　　 "Here again..." The other three sighed helplessly.

　　 "It's really time to take a new name to separate from the past." De Miro nodded, "After all..."

The beautiful man smiled and shook his head: "No, the new name is not to abandon the past, but to embrace the future. You think, our earliest names weren't taken by us, but the names are obviously to follow us for life, this How unreasonable. Taking a new name means that we have to take control of our future with our own hands and say goodbye to the destiny that hates us!"

　　 If he hadn't heard this sentence in the staff dormitory of the pigeon fish cage, perhaps De Miro would nod in agreement.

　　 "So you are willing to let me have a name?"

　　 "You are free."

　　 "Okay!" The pretty man took out a book with slumped pages from the bookcase and seemed to be flipped through frequently.

　　 De Milo asked: "What book is this?"

　　 ""Starry Poems"." The beautiful man said: "There is a poet who named every star in the sky and gave it various meanings. It is perfect to refer to the names in it!"

　　 "Each one... isn't that thousands?"

　　 "More than that! So you can find any good names, such as An Lilian, which means the ink fragrance of the pages of the book."

　　 The quiet girl tilted her head.

　　 "For example, Luo Ya, the metaphor is the sunshine of joy."

　　 The cute boy raised his head. Although he was not exposed to the sun, he still exudes a warm atmosphere.

　　 "For example, Shilena, the metaphor is colorful butterflies."

　　 The tall girl stood on tiptoe and turned around in a circle, her skirt danced, and she was just like the name.

　　 "Then...ah, it's decided that it is this, De Milo! You will call De Milo from now on!" The pretty person hurriedly decided on someone's name in life.

　　 "Is there any metaphor?"

　　 "De Miro, the metaphor is a rock in the rapids." The pretty person smiled: "It means you will never be knocked down by fate."

　　 "What about you? What is your name?"

　　 An Lilian, Luo Ya, and Shilena showed an expression of "Finally Coming".

　　 "And I am amazing!"

The pretty person jumped directly on the sofa and made a posture that was arrogant as if he was about to transform: "The'Fuss' representing the master and the'Lorda' who Yuyi conquered. My name is Fusloda, meaning It is to dominate destiny and conquer everything!"

　　 is too stupid to describe. De Miro glanced at each other with the other three, and the strangers who met for the first time reached a consensus.

"all in all."

　　 The beautiful people came over and hugged De Milo intimately, and smiled and said, "De Milo, welcome you."

　　 After two years, De Miro once again experienced a warm embrace, and his face completely numb by fate was softened for the first time.

　　 Destiny took away all his principal, but he approved a loan for him, whose credit was negative.

　　 This is the first meeting between De Miro and Vosroda, and it is also the most important moment in De Miro's life.

　　 hiss hiss—

　　 The sound of the viper dragon rubbing against the ground disturbed De Miro's dream. He opened his eyes and saw that his right hand was raised for some unknown time, as if he wanted to retain something nothingness.

　　 coming soon, he thought to himself, he was about to know what he was feeling at the time.

　　 He is about to get his heartbeat back.

　　 De Milo touched his chest, it was empty and there was nothing.

　　 This is the toll that must be paid to travel through the six hells. All souls will wash away all feelings in the hell, and only pure memories can reach the virtual realm. And these dead souls ‘activated’ by the gods are just disabled lives born from memory.

　　Because I have never had a body before, naturally there is no heartbeat, let alone feelings.

　　 Even if he reads the memory over and over countless times, he can't understand the true mood of'De Miro', just like digging someone's nostrils with his fingers, unable to feel real happiness.

　　 Between him and memory, there is a curtain of death.

　　 The only solution is to retrieve the fragments stuck in hell, fill the incompleteness of the soul, and make the rotten heart beat again.

　　 And this kind of miracle, there is no doubt that only the **** master can do it, so he also fought for the **** master from the moment he was born.

　　 Six levels of hell, six fragments, his accumulated merits are almost exchangeable for the first fragment. At that time, he probably understood a little bit why De Milo valued his first encounter with Vosroda so much.

　　 It’s fast, it’s fast, it will be almost in a few decades, anyway, more than a thousand years have passed...

　　 De Milo turned his head and found that the Viper dragons seemed to want to rebel-they didn't even move a common resource, so bold.

　　 is wrong.

At this time, the star shepherd raised his mind to observe the surroundings and found that the ground was covered with a thin layer of powder, and there was no trace of any material around the cave. In addition, the whole family of the wolf dragon disappeared neatly. This can only lead to one. Possibly-all the materials have been transported away.

　　Is the hostile army sneaking over and sweeping it? But here is the hinterland of their Star Hall. Isn't it that other legions rushed over for a long distance, wouldn't they be afraid that the entire army would be wiped out? Or is this a prelude to a massive invasion?

　　 And the nearest hostile force is...Blood Tomb!

Will 　　 be the annoying lunatics of Blood Tomb? In the previous two Six Nations Wars, De Miro had dealt with the guards of the blood tomb. It was clear that everyone was a broken soul, but for some reason, the guards of the tomb seemed to lack brains, plus those in the blood tomb. It's like a ghoul unit fermented from the sewer...

　　 Buzzing!

　　 Suddenly, a roar of steel that had never been heard came from the entrance of the cave. DeMiro turned his head and saw a steel monster hitting the door like a storm. The sharp blade of the front end cut through the armor of the Viperosaurus like hot butter, and instantly ran over the simple defense line composed of Viperosaurus and rushed towards DeMiro. Coming!

　　 Thousand feathers volley!

　　 De Milo thought, and the Thousand Feather Toriosaurs lifted into the air at the same time. There are ‘penetrating’ magic spirits in their bodies, and every volley can kill a large number of knowledge creatures!

　　 However, the steel monster slammed the brakes, and the brake pads made a loud sound, emitting a tar-like fragrance. The strong inertia made it draw a donut-like arc, stopping just right before the arrow rain.

　　 Only a few sparse feather arrows fell on it, but they were also blocked by the transparent protective barrier, protecting the manipulator in the monster.

　　 Viper dragon quickly formed a line of defense in front of De Miro. The most important thing for Legion combat is to protect the commander.

　　The shepherd looked at the three people in the steel monster, and the moment they met, the two sides also understood each other's identities.

　　 Is it a magician... So this steel monster is a miracle product? Mechanical Engineering? Alchemy? It may also be from the biology department, maybe it is a car transformed from the fish-cutting dragon...

　　 De Milo had many thoughts in his heart, UU reading www.uukanshu.com but it did not hinder his command in the slightest. With a thought, the Viper Dragon and Thousand Feather Bird Dragon formed an attacking force up and down, killing the three magicians who had gone wrong like a surge.

　　 He has no desire to communicate with younger generations.

Even if the other party is like himself a seeker of the virtual realm, even if the Lord does not impose any communication restrictions on him, De Miro is still not interested in talking to future people born more than a thousand years later, even if he knows himself. A slight disclosure of the secret of the heroic soul can cause an uproar in reality.

　　The only wish of the heroic soul is to make up for his own deficiencies, and there is nothing else to ask for.

　　 As for the real world above hell, the heroic souls are like lovers who have broken up and deleted each other, stingy with any idea of ​​their own. There is no expectation, no hatred, only indifference. They don't care how the world they once lived in is now.

　　Go back to your place, the living.

　　 Facing the surging monster army, the steel monster made a roar again, and five pipes protruded from the buttocks, and there was a bursting sound. The pipes gushed out dark green gas, and the vicious air current almost flooded the entire cave in an instant!

　　 De Miro, who faced the sports car pipe, was sprayed directly on his face and his hair was blown up!

　　 Om—Om—Om—

　　 Amid the heavy roar of the steel monster, there was also a slogan of the magician's common phrase: "Ah, it feels so cool to run after fart~"

　　 Waking up from Eternal Dream for a thousand years, this is the first human word that De Miro heard.