This endless world

The East China Sea team, in the original world line, served as the Zhongzhou team's last opponent before the final battle in Perfect Storm. The main combat power is the captain Miyata Kuraki who has exchanged for the enhancement of the Ghost Swordsman, and Sora Aoi, who is a mental controller and wise man... However, this time, these two people did not usher in their destiny.

——Because today’s Donghai team is also a breeding team.

"Legend of Sword and Fairy Tales to the World."

On a grassy field, ten male and female reincarnations were unconscious and falling to the ground.

Among the unconscious newcomers, a man stood out. He has shawl long silver hair, his eyebrows are as sharp as stars, and his eyes are as cold as an unsheathed sword. He has a tall and slender figure, wearing a well-tailored black suit, which perfectly outlines the lines of his body that are as perfect as sculptures.

What is even more conspicuous is the katana on his waist. The scabbard is simple and unsophisticated, with a faint extraordinary aura, as if telling the owner's extraordinary identity and past glory.

The next second, the silver-haired man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to suck all the tension around him into his lungs, and then slowly release it.

It was clear that he had not officially entered the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy, and the Lord God's protective shield had not been lifted. However, with his breath, a cyclone visible to the naked eye appeared in the air, as if all the energy contained in it was absorbed. Under the influence of this cyclone, the green color on the grass gradually lost its vitality and became withered and yellow, as if it had been drained of the essence of life.

After completing this action, the man nodded with satisfaction and said with an unstoppable smile: "It is indeed a cultivation-type high-demon world. Even the air contains a lot of energy... This world is really suitable. I am Cecil."

As he spoke, the man opened his arms, as if he wanted to take the whole world into his arms with his tall body.

"Captain, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

The woman who spoke had a beautiful face. She was dressed in a traditional kimono from District 11. She seemed to have just passed the threshold of twenty, but her temperament was full of the unique charm of a thirty-year-old.

This kimono was originally a traditional garment designed to cover the body loosely, but on her body, it seemed to have been given a new life. The wide fabric was either tight or loose on her body, which perfectly outlined her graceful figure, making her look like a widow who had lost her lover. She had a traditional dignified temperament, yet still had a lot of charm.

The soft lines flow around the woman's body, like a perfect painting, vividly depicting her sadness and loneliness. Under her pure face, there is a hint of enchantment. Her natural charm and the classical beauty of the kimono set off each other, exuding an indescribable allure that makes people feel pity but also be moved by it.

At this time, the woman from the Donghai team was frowning and looking at the content on her watch, and her slightly frowned eyebrows made her even more beautiful when she was thinking: "I just looked at my watch. According to the information on the website, this time the Lord God’s mission seems to be a latent type. We cannot use too many abilities that do not belong to this world view, otherwise it will attract the attention and vigilance of the world’s will.”

"Besides, the Celestial Team and the Zhongzhou Team will enter this world in a hundred days. If the alert level reaches the threshold, it may trigger the early entry of these two teams... That is not good news for us."

"Don't be afraid, Yongmei. As long as you are not discovered, then you are just paying attention."

There was an unquestionable confidence in Cecil's tone, and he took a deep breath, as if he wanted to take in all the breath around him. The breeder of the Donghai team sneered contemptuously, with an unstoppable power and ambition in his voice: "Don't say a hundred days, just let me stay in this world for a month, and I will be sure to break through to the fourth level. The shackles of this plane. If I can completely devour and transform the power of this plane, I may even enter the fifth level and become a saint and ancestor... By that time, even if I can control the power of the Lord God, I will no longer be able to control it. It’s a distant dream.”

"Really, men are always like this. They only care about improving their own strength."

Cecil's words are full of desire for power and plans for the future. Every word seems to pave the way for his ambitions, and every sentence shows his absolute confidence in his abilities. But faced with this overly straight man’s speech, Fukada just sighed silently: “Fifty years of life are like a dream and an illusion. There are so many pigs to enjoy, but all I want is to become stronger. "

"If I don't have a sword in my hand, I can't protect you; if I keep holding the sword, I can't hold you tight..."

Cecil chose to reply with a line from the comics. The silver-haired man turned around, leaving a handsome back: "It's time to look for the other three reincarnation teams. My growth takes time, so It is very necessary to let them serve as human shields and cannon fodder in the front."

"Really? But now I want to hold your sword to see how majestic and hard it is."

But facing Cecil's words, Fukada just smiled, opened his lips slightly, and then made an obvious movement with his right hand: "Although my dress-up magic is not as good as your Jenova blood, But it’s also a powerful double-A level skill.”

"So, why don't you try it?"

"Heh, it seems that before entering the main god's space last night, I still didn't feed you, the little goblin..."

Fukada's eyes that wanted to refuse but still welcome were like ivy entwining, silently seducing the most primitive impulse in Cecil's heart.

The flame of lust burned in the body of this man whose willpower was not strong to begin with. Desire surged like a flood, completely submerging the last line of defense of reason. Faced with Fukada's clear instructions, his body was driven by more primitive instincts, as if it no longer belonged to him. The impulse of the little head overwhelmed the calmness of the big head at this moment.

Cecil had completely ignored whether the main god's protective shield still existed. He stepped forward, stretched out his arms quickly, and grabbed the wide kimono roughly and forcefully. With the sound of silk slipping, the body that had been prepared for a long time was filled with some kind of indescribable expectation.

On the grass that has been wetted by the gushing liquid, Cecil's deep roar intertwined with Fukada's gentle breathing, creating a touching melody. In this context, it is not difficult for people to think of the area where the reincarnations of the East China Sea Team entered...a country where certain industries are extremely prosperous.

Therefore, this field battle that took place in the protective shield before the Lord God's mission began was destined to be full of tricks. (End of chapter)