"What is death?"

I still remember that it was when I was very young, at that time, I had just arrived in Xicuizhuang, and I had just become familiar with Anne, there was no Yang, there was no Akemi and Mingen, and even Jiuye was just a guest who lived in the hotel at that time.

At that time, Anne suddenly asked such a question, because her pet dog, since she was born, has been with her old dog...... Old and dead.

And at that time, I ...... I don't know how to answer it.

What is death?

It wasn't until the waiter who came over took the old dog's body and buried it on the top of a hill outside the hotel that he realized that death was the hell that everyone would eventually face, and that some sages said that it was a ghost place where you could not write, read, think, or laugh.

But it is the last bit of fairness that can be retained between people, because people are born unfair, the sages said in the book, some people can walk openly, and some people can only crawl to survive, some people have been clothed and fed since childhood, and some people can only carry the green bricks of the five corners, some people regard knowledge as strength, and some people can only rely on it to struggle to climb to the heights...... And death is an end that everyone must face from birth, and there is no escape, and there is no escape.

That's why life is like a journey, and the end point is not the point, but the scenery along the way. Proverbs.

When I was older, the first time I saw the master, the old cat asked herself.

"Marceau, do you know about death. ”

"You know, a sage said that it was a person who could not write, could not read, could not think, and did not laugh...... There is no ghost place for small dried fish. I still remember my answer, at that time, I always felt that there was something missing in the words to describe that ghost place, so I added a sentence without permission.

I remember the old cat and his lover who were amused by his words.

That year, the Wall of the Lost of the Lonzersi civilization was seen for the first time in remote video, a spectacle built by the Lonerse on the edge of their home galaxy, inscribed with the names of everyone who had died for the extended family since the founding of the Loners.

There are a series of remnants of war groups, there are also family groups that stand on the wall, and there are those deliberately magnified names scattered on the wall, some are surnamed Longxi, some are surnamed Lovanta, some are surnamed Zhao, and there are countless letters and Chinese characters that Marceau does not know at all, each one, Master said, these are all heroes who died in battle to turn the situation around, and only such an existence is worthy of using a font size larger.

"You know, some people, even if they know that they will die on this trip, will take that step with a smile, what do you think they are for? ”

Master's question, Marceau thought about it for a long time, and finally could only shake his head, expressing his puzzlement.

"Because they know that there are truths, some avenues, that can be sacrificed for this, including their own lives...... Just like my brothers. ”

Master stroked some of the names, the stories behind each name, the grievances with him, the desire for life, the expectation for the future, and the calmness in the face of the final moment.

"My child, you learn my skills, I don't want you to become a hero one day, but don't forget what they died for......" Master stretched out his hand, picked up the young Marceau, and kissed Marceau's forehead again and again: "Remember, my child, I teach you to hold a sword, so that you can defend the way and not enter the demons, I teach you to slash, I teach you to slash, so that you can kill evil instead of bullying the weak, and I teach you to kill enemies, so that you can save people and not become madmen...... Remember, my child. ”

"Well, Master, Marceau knows. I remember my answer.

"Come, swear with me...... Come, my child, read with me...... I will swear. I still remember the old man's happy smile.

That...... It's his own grandfather, a real grandfather, with the same white tip and tail, flowing the same blood, he taught his grandson what is the truth of life, not letting his grandson go astray, not letting him laugh and be generous, not letting him go down the wrong path......

"I will swear ......" Looking at the half of the head made up of countless chromatic blocks exposed in the mechanical hole, Marceau pulled the trigger, and the silver-seeping bullet passed through the smoke bomb, setting off a large pattern of chromatic aberration in Marceau's infrared vision: "Our swords sing a sad song for evil, write a book for the madman, and erect a tombstone for the gravedigger." ”

"Rush over!or we'll all die here!" came the roar of the undead in the smoke, and soon a white skeleton rushed out of the smoke, but in the next second, it was pounced on by several heavenly dogs that had been waiting for their prey to come to the door.

"I will swear......" Ignoring the undead who were being torn apart by the Heavenly Dog, Marceau looked at the atlas of chromatic blocks that jumped out of cover, he put the atlas into the map, pulled the trigger, and the spikes flew into the smoke, piercing the humanoid's legs, bringing out a large red flowing pattern, and the target fell, and tripped over his teammates: "My sword is the messenger of goodness, the shield of innocence, the shelter of the cubs." ”

Before his teammates could get up, they were knocked to the ground by a spike from the other side.

"I will swear," he said, slapping the hole around the final human figure, and the spikes from the nail gun pierced its skull, as if it had been struck hard, and the humanoid's head stopped in place, and its whole body made an exaggerated arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground: "My sword conveys joy for home, light for civilization, and a way for good." ”

The smoke cleared, and out of the bunker, Marceau killed the breathing New Eden with a nail gun, then grabbed the halfling by the hair from the bunker and dragged him out.

The halfling wailed and screamed, tearing at Marceau's gloves, but didn't think about what it meant to call it resistance.

Flame stepped out of the bunker on the other side, and she pulled the clip plate of the nail gun and confirmed the number of bullets: "What about this guy." ”

"Mercy also varies from person to person, and if we give mercy to these butchers, murderers, civilized gravediggers, and plane mourners...... What will the innocent who died at his hands think, everyone must pay the price for their choices, and there are some sanctions and trials that the law cannot give...... Yes, we can. With that, Marceau pointed the nail gun in his right hand at the halfling, who was kneeling on the ground and immediately screamed and pushed the barrel with both hands, but the muzzle of the gun still insisted on moving towards his forehead.

"Leave me alone!"

"No, please spare my life!"

Ignoring his pleading and screaming, Marceau finally pointed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

The soulless shell was eventually pushed to the ground by Marceau.

"This kind of Marceau, I like it the most. Catgirl leaned over and rubbed Marceau's head.

"I'm just guarding the way that Master and Grandpa gave me, and he is right, everyone who has the will to protect must have an iron heart, because he said that the mistakes made by each generation for various reasons need to be paid for by the next generation with their lives and washed with blood...... Therefore, we must not make mistakes, we must not allow the buds of evil today to blossom and bear fruit, and we must not allow them to exist for the sacrifice and bloodshed of our children and grandchildren...... We must not make mistakes, and we must do so in order to protect everything that should be protected in a cold world, such as your sisters, and this world that has been guarded by the faith and will of countless ancestors...... These are all treasures that I want to keep, so I can't hesitate or make mistakes. Marceau turned her head, and the cat cub, who had rubbed her ears with the cat girl, smiled: "Now, let's go find them and them, take them home, and send them to the earth." ”