The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

In the mist, crowds of people arrived.

Those who shouted "Lord"'s name passed by him one after another, as if they were separated by a world.

Lord lowered his eyes, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.

He understood that everything in front of him was fake!

It was a false illusion, an impossible scene, and... something he had already lost.

But those familiar faces and familiar voices were like iron hooks, hooking hard on his weakness.

Until the whole heart became dripping with blood.

Broken and heartbroken.

"I didn't expect... to see you again..."

Lord tried hard to suppress his emotions, but still couldn't stop himself. There was a trace of sadness and sadness in his deep voice.

How much he wanted to say... I'm back.

It's a pity... all of this is false. Even if you say it, what can you do? No matter how beautiful the dream is, you will eventually wake up one day.

"ah……"

Lord took a deep breath, with a hint of trembling, and then exhaled slowly, with a flash of determination in his eyes: "I will definitely...will go back...when all this is over."

If this scene is not a mirror image... how wonderful it would be!

After a moment of regret, Lord regained his composure.

He has not forgotten what he has to do, and lingering on false illusions has no meaning.

"If you want to stop me, this trick is not enough."

Lord murmured softly, holding the sword in his hand, feeling the slight vibration of the blade, and a smile flashed across his lips: "Don't worry, I will not be bound by the memories of the past. Only the real future... is what I want!

"

Zheng!

The blade was unsheathed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing echoed.

In the long roar like a dragon's roar, the spiritual pressure was like a violent wave, sweeping up the terrifying sword intent, turning into a long rainbow and slashing out!

break!!!

With extremely sharp sword intent, a dazzling sword light brushed down like a waterfall.

The vast mist in front of me was split into two in an instant.

No, it’s not just that!

The blue sword light moved forward in an indomitable manner, stopping wherever it passed. Even... even the silhouettes of those people who passed by were cut off by the sword.

At the same time, the memories lingering in his heart seemed to be completely cut off with this knife.

At this moment, Lord suddenly felt a little more enlightened.

Staying stuck in the past cannot solve the problem. The only way is to move forward, move forward, and move forward toward the future!

He... wants to go home!

Go back to your hometown! Go back to your family!

Anyone who dares to stop him will be killed!

In an instant, the fog was cleared.

Countless figures screamed and disappeared, and the towering ice and snow pyramid came into view again.

"wait for me……"

Lord pointed his toes and approached with instant steps.

However, the next moment.

A huge dark figure suddenly shot out from the pyramid door.

It moves like thunder and is as fast as lightning.

In less than a thousandth of a second, that violent pitch-black figure approached with terrifying murderous intent!

Boom boom boom!

A chain sword nearly three meters long came with a huge roar of machinery and a force of tens of thousands of tons.

The chain blade roared, creating a noisy air wave.

Even the air and even the tiny particles seemed to be torn apart, releasing trembling murderous intent.

Lord's blade turned and attacked from bottom to top.

when!!

Dazzling sparks burst out, accompanied by the sound of boulders impacting.

Countless dazzling sparks splashed wildly, the chain saw blade with mechanical roaring noise, and the rapidly rotating toothed blade burst out with huge dynamic potential energy, so sharp that it seemed to cut through the space.

Only then did Lord see clearly that the person who sneaked up on him was wearing a pure black power armor, his tall body was like a wall, exuding a violent killing aura.

That's... the power armor of the Akkadian civilization!

Lord recognized it at a glance. The armor Adam wore back then was almost the same style as the man in front of him.

But compared to Adam's power armor, the armor of the man in front of me can only be described as shabby... no, tattered.

Not only was it dilapidated, but it was also covered with mottled bloodstains. After years of erosion, it had even dried up and solidified, exuding a strong smell of blood.

The armor was damaged in many places and riddled with scars.

Most of the exterior coating has been worn away, and even the most important head armor is missing. The theoretically necessary power backpack is also missing.

Black hair, gray hair, olive skin.

His age is estimated to be around forty years old. He has a standard Akkadian appearance, with bright red patterns on his face, and three golden metal objects inlaid on the left side of his forehead.

"Wait...do you know Abel?!"

Lord looked at the man and felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him there.

"Abel?"

The man's voice was hoarse, and then he roared: "Damn traitor!!!"

For some reason, after hearing Lord mention Abel, the man became obviously furious. A surging invisible force gathered in the chain sword in his hand, suppressing it with terrifying power that could destroy mountains and crack rocks!

Buzz buzz!!!

The chain-serrated blade rotates at high speed, and the power armor sprays out high-heat airflow, driving the mechanical lever to start continuously, erupting with even more terrifying power.

The terrifying chain sword pressed down again, forcibly suppressing Lord. The sharp blade was only a few centimeters away from his scalp.

Lord frowned, twisted his ankle, turned sideways, and wrapped the chain sword with the blade, forcibly removing the power.

Uh-huh!!!

The chain blade rotates at high speed, creating a tearing hurricane.

Lord took a few steps back, his long hair was blown into the air, and a bloodstain appeared on his cheek.

After wiping away the blood stains, he raised his eyes and looked at the other person and said, "I'm not here to fight with you. Since you know Abel, you must also know Cain and Michael, right?"

The man with black hair and gray hair was obviously one of the people who served under Adam during the Akkadian civilization.

From a standpoint, there was no point in them taking action.

Therefore, Lord decided to persuade them first. After all, the people of the Akkadian civilization were almost dead. Even if it was for Abel and Cain, he would try his best not to take action.

"Abel? Cain? Michael?"

The man sneered, slowly raised the chain sword, the blade vibrated at high speed, and Senhan's killing intent shot straight into the sky: "You are right, I do know them, but... so what?"

Lord frowned slightly: "Don't you understand what I mean? We don't need to..."

"No!"

The man said solemnly: "My mission...or, in other words, my mission, is to guard this base and prohibit anyone except Michael from entering, no matter what the reason!"

"Not even for me?"

Lord was extremely irritable and said in a bad tone.

"Anyone, including the emperor," the man said.

The air seemed to be frozen.

There was a coldness in Lord's eyes: "In that case, then... tell me your name."

The man raised his chain sword and straightened his spine. His tall and mighty body was like a majestic peak. His rough face full of vicissitudes of life was filled with a touch of pride from the heart:

"I, the primarch of the 22nd Dark Legion, son of Adam - Set!"

"I'm here to stay under the orders of my father. If you want to get in... then kill me!"

Even though millions of years have passed, and even the empire he once worked for has disappeared and perished under the wash of time, the pride in his tone has still not diminished by half.

"Although I don't know how you survive until now..."

Lord held a knife in one hand and stepped forward, with murderous intent in his eyes: "But, since you are the undead of the past, you should stay where you should be!"

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Stone interior.

The strange shadow on the wall glanced outside, then looked at Michael who was sitting upright, and grinned: "Hehe, they seem to have broken down. Aren't you going to persuade me?"

Michael remained silent and stroked the spear.

"How heartless..."

The strange shadow shook his head, pretending to sigh with regret: "I quite like that child. After Adam's plan failed, he is the most promising. Are you really willing to die like this?"

"That's also...his own choice."

Michael finally spoke, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes: "This is the ending he... hopes for, to use his own life to witness the miracle of God's choice."