The King of Special Warfare

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Where there is hustle and bustle, there is bound to be loneliness.

When many masters in the alliance attracted the attention of the world with one substitute after another, no one noticed that a person who was also qualified to stand at the pinnacle of the dark world but always stayed out of everyone's sight had opened his own A person's journey.

From the location of Zurich, go straight north, enter Germany, pass through the waves, and enter an enclave of the Snow Country. After entering Larvia and officially reaching the territory of the Snow Country, continue north.

Mountains, rivers, oceans, plains.

The sword energy was constantly surging in his body, and his bare feet measured every inch of the land under his feet, all the way north from the center of the European continent.

Prosperous, bustling, cold, desolate, and vast.

With the stars setting, day and night alternating, wind, frost, rain and snow, the extremely long journey finally saw the glacier.

This is Lin Shiyi’s first time coming to the northern polar regions.

But as he continued to go deeper into the polar region, everything here felt more and more familiar to him.

He knows the story here and can even clearly integrate into it.

This is a frozen territory but full of legends.

It was here, just a few years ago, that the young Dong Huang initially determined his martial arts and swordsmanship.

A little further away, to another time and space, in that timeline where it was unknown whether it was the past or the future, the so-called sword god once followed in his father's footsteps and inherited his father's swordsmanship and edge.

That time he also set out from Wangyou Villa, walked the exact same road, and arrived at the exact same place.

At that time, his name was Li Dongcheng.

No, Li Dongcheng is Li Dongcheng.

I am Lin Shiyi.

No...Li Dongcheng is Lin Shiyi.

No...

Are you Li Dongcheng or Lin Shiyi?

Is it important?

Is identity important?

Anyone...

No, it's not important at all.

Destruction...Survival...Light...Darkness...

Deep into the polar regions.

In the long polar night, the icy wind at dozens of degrees below zero was as sharp as a sword.

The figure who was in an extremely dazed state of mind carried a sword energy that was sharper than the polar ice wind, walking on the ice in a daze, like a zombie.

He has seen polar Eskimos, chased polar rabbits, and touched polar seals. In the polar regions without rain, there are overwhelming sparkling ice particles. He has ignited fires in absolutely cold temperatures and eaten polar food. polar bear.

Revisiting old places.

Everything feels so familiar.

Memories continue to surge, the past scenes seem to have disappeared, and strange memories are pouring in little by little, and the boundaries of the soul seem to be blurring silently.

The sword energy that seemed to belong to him but not belong to him enveloped his body like a coat, and then penetrated deep into his soul.

Like an extremely deep shadow.

Dark, dead, and gentle without any ripples.

There is no hope, no despair, no joy, no pain, not even numbness.

The thick shadow spreads with every ups and downs of the sword energy coat.

That is a state of mind that is difficult to express in any words.

Because there are no emotions, there is an almost eternal silence everywhere.

Only a few images occasionally appeared alternately in the darkness.

Some sweet but somewhat chaotic singing will ring in his ears.

You will see a pair of eyes that are almost perfect but extremely chaotic.

He could feel his tiny baby-like body, feel the warmth of that perfect yet chaotic woman's palm on his head, and the mental storm that was constantly surging and stimulating his mind.

That perfect woman who would cry and say sorry from time to time, laugh suddenly and tell herself stories from time to time, and stay as quiet as a statue most of the time with a heart as dead as death.

Mother...

He saw himself lying in a dilapidated room, with unbridled noise and noise outside the door. Strange and vague men and women around him pointed at him openly and asked others how much this little kid was worth.

He saw the dim light in the room as someone pinched a girl's tender cheeks hard and said with a grin that he would keep her as a little pet so that he could enjoy her when she grew up.

He saw the joy in the girl's eyes when she came in calling her brother, brother, while holding half a carton of milk tightly with clear fingerprints on her cheeks.

elder sister...

He saw the plain white Wangyou Villa, the depressing and almost frozen mourning hall, the black and white photo in the frame, the middle-aged man with a bright smile.

His deep eyes seemed to be looking intently at the coffin in front of him, looking at his body lying in the coffin with one arm missing.

He lay quietly, no longer having the strength to pick himself up and put it on his neck.

Godfather...

He saw the haggard face of the old man with gray hair and the smile that he could barely hold on to, and heard his somewhat hoarse voice.

"I don't dare to regret it... Even if I regret it, if I could turn back time, even if I knew the outcome today, I would still bring you back."

"There is no point in regretting. There are some things that you have to do even if you regret them."

Master...

He saw the quiet West Lake

Glowing with sparkling waves, the grave mounds stood quietly on the green island.

There is a father who was killed by his mother.

He has a crazy mother who seeks revenge and dies with her enemies.

There was a grandfather who was unprepared for a plane crash and didn't even find his body.

There was a grandma who went completely crazy and died in a mental hospital.

There is the aunt who lost her son to death in prison.

There was an uncle who was arrested for inexplicable crimes but was not even tried, and was hit by a car and died.

Ha...hehe...haha...

Every member of the Dongcheng family counts.

all.

No! have to! good! die!

Why?

He felt the darkness in his heart disappear, but there was no light.

He saw that he had destroyed all the hatred of that era, but he did not feel any satisfaction. Instead, he felt an unprecedented emptiness.

Empty without any mood, any emotion, any thought.

Everything seems to have completely disappeared.

family...

The strange yet extremely familiar scenes continued to change.

He saw himself and the black muzzle of the gun.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at his forehead, and without any hesitation, he directly pulled the trigger.

The roar of gunshots brought bullets out of the barrel.

Skin bursts.

Skull exploded.

Blood vessels, muscles, brain.

A large amount of blood burst out from the back of his head.

He lowered his gun.

The world in front of him was dripping with blood, but it was still extremely clear.

He saw himself holding a dagger and piercing his heart.

One knife, another knife, another knife.

Strong emotions of destruction continued to surge.

He wants to destroy everything and himself.

Sunshine, stars, mountains, green water, floating clouds and sunset...

So what does all the beauty in this world mean?

They don't deserve to be in their lives.

He adapted to the darkness and the distortion. When all the hatred disappeared and there were no more enemies to kill, the darkness in his heart seemed to disappear silently.

Nothing is left.

In that extreme emptiness, he almost instinctively pursued pain, darkness, and the state that he had already adapted to in his life.

The clouds are clear and the wind is gentle, happiness and stability...

What are these?

These are not worthy of appearing in your life.

He needs pain, needs hatred, needs darkness.

This is something instinctive.

How can we continue life without these?

The blade pierced the chest and emerged from the back of the heart.

He saw himself stirring the blade with an expressionless face, enlarging the wound.

pain?

Hehehehe...hahahaha...

What is pain?

Blood was spilled on him, and he hoped to see darkness behind the blood.

That darkness had better be eternal.

You can think about nothing, care about nothing, there is no before and after, no thinking, only sinking and nothingness.

But the world is still bright.

The wound that pierced the heart began to heal quickly.

The almost broken heart was beating crazily, with endless vitality.

But in front of him, there were still those damn beautiful things that were not worthy of appearing in his life.

very nice...

At a certain moment, he looked at the beauty that could be seen everywhere in front of him and had nothing to do with any pain or despair, and suddenly laughed.

He found his place in life again.

Because seeing these beautiful things, he will feel very painful and desperate.

That's great.

The extreme darkness that came with the sword energy has completely disappeared.

But pictures kept appearing repeatedly in his mind.

How long will a person's life be?

The innocence and ignorance of childhood.

The joy and innocence of childhood.

The impulsiveness and rebellion of youth.

The passions and dreams of youth.

The struggles and struggles of middle age.

Security and memories in old age.

Different periods, different choices, different states.

Looking from front to back, you may feel unwilling to do so.

Looking from the back to the front, you may feel that you are naive.

But no matter what the mood is, at a certain stage in life, everyone will be moved, happy, no regrets, no regrets, no regrets, scarred, and injured for certain things, certain people, or certain dreams and beliefs. Exhausted.

It's all memories.

These memories cover one's life with colorful colors, bright and gorgeous, long and short.

But there were none of these things in his life.

From childhood to adulthood, from ant to sword god, from invincible to genius, all he has in his life are these few pictures.

The rest is darkness, darkness without hope, despair, nothing.

When the darkness was stripped away and shattered, the few pictures left in his life became his only reason and humanity.

The instinct he has long been accustomed to will make him extremely eager to move those

The darkness is replenished, feeling the pain and despair. When these emotions increase more and more, one day it will turn into nothingness again.

That state of mind and these pictures seemed to constitute the only meaning of his life.

He sat quietly on the polar glacier, and his consciousness was gradually filled with these pictures in an extremely trance state.

In his ears were the howling ice wind and the ice particles flying in the air and hitting his face.

Those pictures that had nothing to do with beauty but occupied all the meaning of life of the sword god were constantly circulating in his dazed consciousness.

Without any bystanders, the sword-qi coat that had been covering his body shattered silently and completely integrated into his body.

His consciousness became more and more trance-like.

But the aura on his body began to stabilize like never before.

Memories belonging to Lin Shiyi began to appear one after another.

It surges like a sea tide, filling the desperate emptiness that cannot even be felt by despair.

It is the quiet beauty of the God of War world, as if time has frozen.

It is the excitement of dragons and phoenixes singing together in Sunset Park.

It was a battleship roaring across the starry sky, drawing streamlines one after another.

It is a battlefield where there is no hope but everyone is fighting to the death.

It's my mother's singing.

It is the majesty of the father.

The aura of genius.

Humanity’s beliefs.

Memories keep haunting me.

Two lives intersect with each other in different time and space.

At that moment, he was sitting on the glacier, facing the wind and ice in front of him, and it seemed that he had traveled endless distances and visited many places.

The symbols representing new permissions in my mind seem to be filled with new information all the time.

It won't be long before Ares leaves the real world for a while.

But countless years may have passed in the starry sky.

A large amount of information made the outline of the symbol more and more perfect.

In the absolute silence, the memories of Li Dongcheng and Lin Shiyi continued to entangle, and the symbol began to tremble slightly, seeming to reveal a real look.

He stood up on the glacier, looked south, and moved forward silently.

The sword energy crisscrossed the corners around him, spreading in the direction he was moving forward.

His body appeared high in the sky, in the roaring ice particles, and on the sea surface with floating ice floes.

A quiet and trancelike ghost seems to have appeared in the northern polar regions.

He went all the way south, carrying the sword energy that constantly intertwined between the heaven and the earth. Every step was a distance of hundreds or thousands of meters, and he went all the way south without stopping.

This is the path my father once walked.

No, this is not the path my father took.

This is the path His Majesty Huang Xi has walked.

No, it’s the father.

Not the father...

Who is the father?

who I am?

I am...Lin Shiyi.

I am...Li Dongcheng.

No, I am nobody...

who I am?

This question seemed to carry an eternity-like solemnity, like the ultimate philosophical question, constantly echoing in his mind.

Who am I?

His figure flickered as he left the polar region, walked through the polar night of the Snow Country, walked through the mountains and rivers of the Snow Country, passed by the North Sea, entered the Liaodong region, flew over Youzhou, and headed south unconsciously.

Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Lin'an, West Lake.

The weather is calm and sunny.

His voice appeared on a small island in the center of the West Lake without warning, without any cover-up.

The crowd of tourists nearby looked at him as if they had seen a ghost, with bewildered expressions on their faces.

He stood silently, looking at the crowd around him, frowning slightly.

In an instant, with him as the center, an extremely fierce wind blew through the area of ​​10,000 meters around him.

The sound of wind blew the treetops and the surrounding lake water, and the whole world seemed to be in turmoil.

The surrounding tourists sensed the danger completely instinctively and subconsciously stayed away from the area around him.

In just a few minutes, the island was empty except for him.

He stood there, looking at the land in front of him, feeling a little dazed.

This is the West Lake in Lin'an.

There are no graves on this island.

In an extremely dazed state, he finally realized a fact that he could only realize when he was awake.

This was not the time and space he was familiar with.

Consciousness gradually began to return to consciousness.

He lowered his head and looked at his body.

The sword energy coat that enveloped his body had completely merged with his body, no longer distinguishable from each other.

At this moment, he was Lin Shiyi, and he was also a sword energy integrated with Li Dongcheng's state of mind.

Memories are still intertwining and colliding with each other.

The double pupils in his eyes opened and closed slightly, then slowly gathered together.

At this moment, he seemed to see the end of his life very realistically.

I am Li Dongcheng, and I am also Lin Shiyi.

But I am not Li Dongcheng, nor am I Lin Shiyi.

who I am...

Is it important?

In this time and space that does not belong to me...

I am just a passerby who is about to be reincarnated.

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