I still remember that when I was very young, I saw for the first time a cure for my own disease, watching the brain being stripped off, the organs being removed, and these important things being put into an artificially created body, waiting for a healthy body one day, at that time I was still a little afraid, because I heard that there would be a very painful adaptation period to do this, and some people would even be unable to bear such pain and become crazy and lose themselves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I still remember that my father asked me whether I wanted to sit on the bed and watch the grassland scenery on TV, or use my feet to measure the breadth of the grassland, and after thinking about it for a long time, I made a choice.

I'm Anne Thuringen, a patient with full prosthetic brittle bone disease, and it's been almost 18 years since I made that choice.

Standing up from the battlefield full of gunsmoke and looking at the endless dead in front of her, the girl grabbed the giant hammer next to her and leaned on the wooden box: "What year is it?" She asked, looking at her companion beside her.

"Little one, are you carried away by the shockwave of the spell, it's the year 1853. The steppe elf with the musket grinned, the smoke and dust turning his face into an indistinguishable shape, but the dense scratches on the musket in his hand proved the strength of its owner.

ST1853？

Anne was silent, the girl who had just been discussing with Barbarim whether to go to her house this winter, had to bear the sad 'fact' that she had 'traveled' three years later in the blink of an eye.

Of course, it can't be true.

Anne looked around, "Have you seen my companion?" ”

"Ha, Annie, it looks like you've been fooled by the blaster, we're your companions. The other steppe elf laughed loudly, and then beside him, the whole trench laughed, and the elder who spoke at first laughed a little curiously: "I really didn't expect that a strong girl like you would be affected by the shock wave, it seems that you are not as strong as I thought, Anne." ”

"......" Anne looked at all this in front of her a little dumbfounded.

It is said that the parrot's illusion is based on reality, then, Anne frowned...... Who will know this paragraph three years from now...... The real future.

If it weren't for that, Anne thought she would be interested and squeezed out the yolk of a parrot.

The liar has to die, and what Anne has to do is send the liar to die.

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"Pain is a necessary condition to prove that I am alive, but I have never said that the price of establishing this necessity is my waist. "Barbarim is holding her waist with her left hand, and she is holding a small stone in her left hand, and the rabbit girl who has just blown up the head of a certain dwarf with it looks at her environment with a blank look - please, one second she is still chatting with Miss Anne, and the next second she is going to fight hand-to-hand with the dwarf who is rushing in her face, and this girl has not inserted a ceramic plate in her armor, why can't she bring it into the illusion? Ouch, my waist ...... By the way, where is this? Why are there dead people everywhere?

"Hey, bunny girl over there, can you come over for a moment? ”

A familiar voice from behind her made Barbarim turn around quickly, just in time to see Marceau sitting up from the pile of corpses: "Mr. Marceau!" The rabbit girl almost burst into tears, and finally saw a familiar person in the illusion.

"Ah, do you know me?" the kitten looked at Babarim with a strange look over his bleeding forehead.

"I ...... I know you, you're super famous. Thinking that he was in an illusion, that damn evil god might well have changed the world line, Barbarim pursed his mouth, but the words were all out of his mouth, and he had to find another way to fulfill this sentence.

"When did I become famous...... the kitten rolled his eyes, and then he tried to wrap his head in bandages and cotton, and Barbarim helped, and in the process, Barbarim confirmed that this was different from the Marceau he was familiar with—he didn't have any white hair tips on his tail.

"Marceau, why don't you have white hair on your tail?" asked Barbarim, curiously.

"Uh...... How do you know I have a white pointed tail on my tail?" the kitten cub looked at Barbarim with the same curious gaze.

"Hmm...... Listen to what Akemi and Miss Mineun said!" Barbarim was in a hurry, and thought of using the two young ladies of the Lin family to block this shot.

Hearing Barbarim's explanation, the kitten's eyebrows jumped: "It turned out to be Akemi and Mingen's friend, I really didn't expect you and I to meet here...... Uh, can you help me break my leg, it seems to be broken, and I don't even have the magic energy to cast a first-level spell slot right now. ”

Hearing Marceau say this, Barbarim knelt beside Marceau, looking at the twisted arc of his left calf, Barbarim spoke before making a move: "Your leg is broken, if you straighten your bones, it will hurt." ”

"It's okay, hey, ah, ah!"

The mouth was as hard as the familiar Marceau, but when Barbarim did it, the kitten's tail was still blown up.

After disposing of the bones, taking out the wooden strips and bandages used for handling surgery, and immobilizing Marceau's legs, Barbarim had a chance to look around again—from the outside, it should be the grasslands of Ashubi, and from the temperature, it should be early summer, but I don't know what time it is.

"What, it's 1854, did you get your head broken by that dwarf?" Marceau's conversation made Barbarim's eyes widen.

ST1854?Wait a minute, I'm still in ST1850!

Barbarim twisted the flesh on her leg, and the kitten over there screamed, "Why are you twisting my leg!"

The bunny girl pricked up her ears: "You're going to hurt." ”

"Nonsense! You Toby girl's brain looks really hurt! Hurry up and drag me to the line of defense, right in that direction, don't drag me this way, this is the line of defense of the New Eden mints. The kitten pointed to the east and then to the west: "Ah, do you hear me?" ”

"Ah, are these people from New Eden?

"My God, isn't this nonsense, my little aunt and grandmother, there are all dead people here, does your waist still hurt?"

Barbarim blinked...... What's going on today?

According to everyone, the illusion created by the evil god called the parrot is based on reality, that is, the battle that happened at this point in time is real, and it is also true that Mr. Marceau was injured in this battle, but the question now is ...... Who knew that Mr. Marceau would be injured in four years? and who was it...... Knowing the fact that this should have happened four years later.

Barbarim is very curious right now.

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"The old Cylise bastard in that neighborhood always says I have the life of a princess...... What is there to believe in the words of this old liar, if it weren't for this age, I would ...... How could I possibly marry Al?" Bunetani looked at the wedding in front of him, and the girl dressed as a bride looked at Al in front of him.

Come on, how can that kind of old liar have a gorgeous change of iron-clad judgment, how can this kind of clumsy performance that can't even cheat the reward money come true one day! Besides, he and he don't know each other at all, if it weren't for knowing Flame and Penny, Bunetani would never have felt that he had a chance to know Al.

Be his bride?please, Mr. Parrot seems to be taking a big step backwards in his recent deception?

"Bunetani, you're distracted. Al smiled and patted Bunetani's hand holding the bouquet with his tail.

Can you not be distracted, please, in the last second, I was still thinking about how to take revenge on the big bastard who dumped me, it was a blink of an eye, and the next second I was wearing a flower wedding dress, standing in this damn place with a bouquet of flowers, the evil god Xin Liezhi is really too much, obviously he has no man's popularity, and he has been abandoned, he will usher in such a grand wedding.

This bastard, in his father's words, is which pot is not opened!

"Bunetani, what are you thinking? Al patted Bunetani's hand with his hand, "I was asked by Barbarim and everyone to marry you." ”

Bunetani mechanically turned to look at Al...... Wait a minute, what did you little bastard just say?

Bunetani suddenly felt a sense of shame, what is this, you are Your Highness, can you not say such impactful words with such innocent eyes, why did you come to 'pity' you because of everyone's request...... The old lady and the parrot don't share the sky!

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Feeling the solidity under his feet, Marceau opened his eyes, no longer the swaying ceiling and companions, nor the plot looking up from above, let alone the girl who was still talking and laughing with him just now, some just felt like being on the battlefield, there were flames everywhere, ruins everywhere, the smell of gunsmoke and something burned everywhere, the meat-eating guy was afraid that he could become an anorexire when he took a breath here, and the screams of death and the screams of the living echoed over the city at midnight made people have the illusion of a horror movie scene。

It's a pity that all this is too familiar, and the cat cub walks to the puddle and looks at himself in the water...... There was no longer the red dragon's leather robe, nor the supreme long knife, nor the pair of arm guards.

There was only a mace and a longsword, and some inferior-looking chain mail, and the hood was fastened with iron rings.

“…… Welcome back to the late autumn of 1853, Marceau. Talking to herself, Marceau turned her head, swung her sword in her left hand, and slashed the rushing ghoul, and the mace in her right hand smashed the head of the demon who was grappling with him.

This is Roland Valdo, the gateway between Palo Ernst and Ashbee, and if you lose it, the New Eden Miscellaneous Soldiers can be directed at Ashbee and threaten Ashobi.

Marceau and the others held on to the city for three whole months, and today is the time to lose it, and remember that he and Flame fought hard to escape.

"Over there! and the living!" A player from New Eden spotted Marceau standing in front of the puddle, and they let out a screech characteristic of the undead, and rushed towards Marceau.

Looking at the first guy holding the tomahawk horizontally and trying to perform a halving operation on the kitten, Marceau took a step back, letting go of the tomahawk's sweep, and at the same time raised the long sword in his left hand to block the dagger stabbing from the shadows, took a side step to adjust the position of himself, the assassin and the flames, and then turned around, and the mace in his right hand swept over the assassin's head, turning the rotting skull into flying fragments.

At the same time, the left sword struck and nailed the rotten warrior who was wielding the axe bone, and then with the mace in both hands, he leaned back and swept the tomahawk towards his head again, and the mace landed in the crook of the bone's leg, and the player fell to his knees because he lost his balance, and the mace in Marceau's hand turned his head into flying pieces along with the soul stone in it.

Pulling out a throwing axe from the axe pouch around its waist, Marceau gave up a lightning bolt with a short body, and at the same time shot the throwing axe to knock the pus-covered waste out of the shape of a goddess scattered flowers.

"Good skills, Marceau. The voice from behind made Marceau turn her head, looking at the cat girl who was standing there, looking a little strange, but she was all too familiar with her, Marceau was silent for a moment, then shook her head with a smile, raised her boots, and crushed the soul stone that the assassin had landed on the street.

"You know, I've always been pretty good. ”

“…… Welcome to Roland Valdo, Marceau. Catgirl walked up to him.

"Hmm...... I am back. Nostalgia for the good old days, Marceau picked up.

This is the case, even if it is repeated a million times...... That's fine.