The ghostly brave man mixed in American comics

After a long journey of more than twenty hours, we finally reached the Himalayas.

Looking at the snowy mountains below through the window, Lance swallowed his spit, such an endless view looked particularly pleasing to the eye, and his heart was full of anticipation and excitement, it was not easy to come in person.

Just as he was enjoying the snowy landscape, a rough male voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Mr. Lance, we still have five minutes to arrive above Annapurna II, about eight hundred meters above the ground, please follow me to the skydiving cabin and get dressed." The muscular man walked out of the cockpit with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Okay, you take me there."

Lance, who picked up the backpack next to him and slung it over his shoulder, followed, and after coming to the tail, he looked at the white clouds outside the cabin and involuntarily took a deep breath of air.

Well...... It's cool....

"Mr. Lance, I will teach you how to use this parachute, and when you want to open the parachute, you must first open the resistance parachute. The resistance umbrella usually hangs from a pouch attached to the bottom of the sleeve, no, this is it. The

muscular man dedicatedly pointed to the parachute he was wearing and introduced Lance in detail.

And he didn't listen at all, and kept staring at the scenery below.

"The resistance parachute immediately expands after the air blows, and then a nylon strap 3 to 6 meters long, called

the control belt..." "When the control belt is pulled out of the umbrella sleeve, it pulls out a latch called a closing bolt on the umbrella sleeve, and the latch fixes the main umbrella jacket in the umbrella sleeve, and the latch is pulled open with a bang... Do you get it? "

Uh-huh, got it."

Seeing Lance's serious expression and saying that he has understood everything, the muscular man is also very satisfied, it is really difficult to meet a person who can understand at one point!

It seems that he still has a level, as long as he serves this rich boss well, won't the tip be in his hand, thinking of the muscular man here laughs even happier, turns around and prepares to get Lance's parachute and help him put it on.

Through the glass window next to it, he noticed that Lance, who was already close to the mountain below, jumped a few times in place, moved his body a little, and then jumped in two steps, directly into the clouds outside the plane.

"Woohoo~" The

muscular man who heard this whining sound turned his head suspiciously and was directly stunned in place, and the parachute in his hand also fell to the ground unconsciously.

No one told him that this man named Lance had come to commit suicide!

Thinking of Slater's cruelty, the muscular man couldn't help but snort, and there was only one thought in his mind.

I'm done myself!

Unaware of this, Lance enjoys the pleasure of falling.

The extremely fast fall made Lance's hair messy in the wind, and his body swayed in the wind.

The whistling sound next to his ears and the resistance of the wind made him feel as if he was flying, and this feeling was simply wonderful.

Unfortunately, the distance is too short, and the distance of about a thousand meters will land in more than twenty seconds, and this thrill of seeking excitement has just ended.

"Boom! "

Lance's body was like a cannonball smashed on the edge of the snow rock, and the moment it was about to touch, the Kaos Demon Sword appeared in his right hand and plunged fiercely into the hard snow rock.

But the huge impact that fell from the sky still made him continue to slide for tens of meters before stopping.

"Haha! It's really enjoyable~"

Lance had an excited smile on his face, stepped on the rock wall with his legs, and looked left and right after holding the embedded Kaos with his right hand.

"The scenery here is really nice..."

Lance, who was hanging halfway up the mountain, looked at a rock sticking out above and his legs strengthened, pulled out Kaos and jumped onto the platform that was just enough for one person to stand.

With the palm of your left hand down above your eyes, enjoy the view of the Himalayas.

"The wind is really strong..."

After putting away Kaos, Lance raised his arms and stretched, feeling the cold chill, feeling the sound of the wind whistling through his ears, he felt that every cell in his body was shouting and excited.

"Whew..." Taking a deep breath, his goal was clear, and that was the summit of Annapurna.

Gathering his mind, Lance began to move towards the mountain, and as he climbed higher and higher, there were more and more human corpses and animal corpses, almost all of them frozen, but he did not stop, still maintaining a fast-paced running state.

It wasn't until it was getting dark that Lance came to the top of the second peak of Annapurna, stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the snowy mountains, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

Lance felt the whole world go silent, as if he was the only one left.

After breathing in the fresh air for a few minutes, he took out Kaos again and inserted it into the snow, exploring nearby noteworthy spots with the energy fluctuations emitted by Kaos.

There were dozens of people at the foot of the mountain, presumably a team of climbers.

There are also a few traces of humans about three kilometers above sea level from the foot of the mountain, as well as a source of fire, which should also be climbers.

Time passed minute by minute, and after locking on a few places, Lance jumped down and ran towards the target.

As the sky got dark, the temperature here became colder, and the jacket on his body was already a little frozen, but this did not affect his movements.

Every time he came to a mountain, he would perceptually search through Kaos, but mostly in vain.

Sometimes from time to time he would find that kind of ascetic monk, sitting among the rocks to practice, and Lance would take out a picture of the nightmare flower and ask about it.

The result is that others simply do not pay attention to him.

Annabnar, Manaslu, Shishabangma, Moramenqing, Himarzoli, Daulagiri...

Half a month passed, Lance set out from Annabhullar Peak, found the west from the east, fell asleep on the spot and split a stone to sleep, when hungry, he nibbled on some dry food he carried with him or baked some wild game, grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into his mouth when he was thirsty, and asked Kaos to talk for a while.

Even on days like these, Lance still didn't hear anything about the nightmare flower, which made him feel a little frustrated.

Almost all of the western ones have finished walking, and even secretly collapsed the border a few times, and Lance, who returned to the starting point in circles, then considered whether to go down the mountain to take a hot bath and take care of himself by the way?

"Alas, I have long known that I will not accept this commission, and I am simply smashing my own signboard." Lance, who was walking in the snow, couldn't help but complain.

"You can pull down, I'm still working hard, my grand Lord Kaos is now reduced to the point of chopping stones and wood for you, what else do you want!?" Kaos, who was hanging on his back, heard his whispered pressing, and suddenly became a little angry and rebuked loudly.

His grandmother's... If it weren't for you Lance, how could my dignified demon sword have fallen here?