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Winning and losing, human beings always repeat each other tirelessly throughout their lives.

Those who can let go of these meaningless things are the unearthly few after all.

At least, for Wren Walker, who is only eighteen years old, he hasn't reached that level of transcendence.

Even for this young man, who lives by fighting, the so-called failure is equivalent to denying the value of his own existence.

However, the reality is that Mr. Wren does not have any emotional fluctuations.

Although his short and bleak life may seem pitiful, in fact, Mr. Wren has not lost.

No matter how tragic the battle, the wandering between life and death, he is always on the side of the victor. Even if he encounters an unreasonable and powerful enemy like Shiji now, objectively speaking, he still wins. The person who repelled Shiki was none other than this young man who had only one breath left.

There was only a beautiful luster belonging to a young man in those dark eyes, and anyone would have felt it if they thought that Wren had gone through such a desperate experience.

But there was no extra emotion in those dark eyes.

For the living, it is impossible not to have no thoughts in the face of what happened just now. Not to mention the young man who has gone astray on a certain path, and now that he is calm, there may be something else to it......

Wren, who was quietly leaning in front of the stone pile, hung his head weakly, his body was shattered, and now even if only one baby came to pat him, he might be choked by this.

The war began.

From the moment the two sides discovered each other, they had forgotten the original purpose of themselves and the others coming here. Bet on 400 years of hatred and hatred, loss and win, and it is imminent!

That's not a grand scene at all, and it's not a grand formation at all.

The two sides will not add up to more than a thousand people, this empty island is not much in the first place, and the four hundred years of fighting between the two sides have greatly reduced the population.

It's just that none of these people are weak! This war is even more tragic than the armies of the world!

Needless to say, the two sides are no longer simply resembling hatred. They have already plugged everything on the tip of their own spears!

The fireworks spewed by the flame shell make humans let out a terrifying howl in the sea of fire, and even if you don't have to deliberately aim, you can reap life wantonly!

The great warrior Geronimo riding a giant wolf charges at the forefront! Whether it's a slash or a jet of flames, the Great Warrior fearlessly holds his head high and takes it all! The sturdy physique, which was far superior to steel, completely ignored these ridiculous injuries!

I saw him holding a gun with one arm, and with a wave of his strength, he broke through the defensive formation formed by the Divine Soldiers! Under that cold gaze, the great warrior Geronimo coldly pierced the vital points of one divine soldier after another with his unimaginable combat experience! With the least effort to get the maximum result, it is precisely because of this cold-blooded restraint that he has survived to this day in a group of hot-blooded fools who can only charge! The spear flowers that were provoked one by one represent the passing of life!

The gray-haired giant wolf silently crashed into the place where the enemy had the most with its huge body, and it used its huge body to start attacking like crazy in the enemy's camp! The claws, the fangs, without a moment's hesitation, quickly dyed the supple gray fur to blood red!

The indifferent eyes of the great warrior Geronimo swept across the battlefield, searching for the place of the god. No matter how brave you are, it will not help you in this war, just like your prestige among the Sandians, if the gods of these guys are killed, it will have the meaning of deciding victory or defeat!

Naturally, God would not disappoint his old adversary.

Riding a strangely colored Pegasus, Gan Fore descends majestically from the sky! His arrival boosted the morale of his own soldiers, and they fearlessly launched an even more fierce attack on the group of Sandia monkeys!

A sad-looking Gan Faure looked at the unstoppable stream of blood below, and with that extravagance that was too naïve for a leader, he looked down at Jerónimo who was looking up at him below.

"Does it have to be like this?"

The great warrior Geronimo did not answer this stupid and meaningless question, he raised his cloud iron spear and pointed it at the "god" high above!

Qiang!!

There is no fancy collision!

The spear of cloud iron and the knight's spear collided fiercely! The power of the blow between the two caused the wind to blow up, even blowing away the weaker warriors!

All of them have regained their most primitive nature at this moment! That is the instinct of struggle that belongs to every life! There was nothing left in their minds, and everyone had turned into beasts!

A corpse with a tragic death fell on this land ravaged by the golden lion Shiki, and the death was extremely miserable.

In the midst of such a scuffle, no one noticed a faint glow of green rising quietly.

The luminous green glow struggled to release its presence, outlining a dull and vague longsword shape in front of Wren's chest.

The invisible, invisible, green threads began to extend outward from Wren's wounds, and these strange threads of silk cheered and jumped, targeting the large amount of blood and corpses around them, and the subtle threads swam like poisonous snakes spitting letters, happily burrowing into the bodies of those corpses, and the strange image of sucking flesh and blood in the blink of an eye could not be noticed by those who killed the red-eyed people.

That's a curse.

When the threads of energy that had been seized began to return to Wren one by one, the dull sword on Wren's chest regained a glimmer of luster.

The Demon Sword called the Seven Star Sword has never been a docile thing like a small jasper. It was the ancient time, the demon sword that destroyed the country, stained the sea with blood, and piled up corpses. Even if it is temporarily used by Wren because it has exhausted the host's power, it will affect Wren's will all the time, wanting to devour this body and take it for himself.

Wren, know that.

But he didn't care about this kind of thing at all, and even regarded the sword's eyeing of him as a kind of mental grinding, allowing it to fight back again and again. Such self-confident and even conceited behavior made him taste the bitter fruit after all.

The curse of the Seven-Star Sword kept him alive, but the extremely weak Wren undoubtedly occupied an extremely disadvantageous side in this physical battle, and the small sword marks that gathered on his chest were the symbol of the will of the Seven-Star Sword!

It wasn't a long time, and Wren's body no longer saw a trace of external injury, only to see his body trembling slightly against the stone pile, and when the drooping head was raised again, when the dark eyes opened and blinked, a strange green light filled the entire eye tyranny!

Wren, who staggered to his feet, had a bright green flame rising from under his feet, constantly climbing, engulfing his whole person in an instant!

Wren walked out of the flames, as if he was wearing a flaming fire suit behind him, and even his hair was covered in cool flames!

The spear-wielding Sandia warriors and the slashing Beys were in a tight fight, and they were left alone with the enemy in sight, completely unaware that someone had come to them at some point.

It was a chaotic difference that seemed to be extremely slow and almost to the limit, and Wren easily slapped the two obstructive guys into the ground beneath his feet.

Wren, who walked into this battlefield like a leisurely stroll, grabbed a divine soldier by the collar and threw him into the sky with his hand, and fell to the ground in the screams of the divine soldier at a loss.

Only one head was left exposed, and the Sandia warrior whose body was smashed into the ground was stared blank, completely unaware of what was happening.

Like a ghost, Wren's figure weaved silently through the battlefield, and with a single blow at a time, he planted the bewildered warriors like turnips into the ground beneath his feet, leaving only one head exposed.

That strange speed, which was extremely slow and seemed to be extremely fast, by the time Jerónimo and Gan Faure were aware of it, Wren had already made a move!

These two people are not those miscellaneous fish, in the face of Wren's outstretched hands, Jeronimo and Gan Fore invariably gave up fighting with each other, and the tips of the two spears stabbed straight at Wren's hands!

The sticking out hands didn't dodge or dodge, but just bypassed the sharp tips of the spears faster than the two of them, and grabbed the bodies of the two guns! Wren just easily dragged back, and Jerónimo and Gan Faure were shocked to find that they couldn't resist the majestic force!

In this world that is constantly getting stronger and monsters are emerging one after another, this so-called island of the gods is too small! Even though Jerónimo and Gan Faure are already the best of the warriors, they are still frogs at the bottom of the well!

As soon as the thought of the two sides abandoning their weapons to distance themselves from each other had risen, Wren had already come close to them! It was just a simple move, Wren just bent his knees and slammed his knees into the steel body of the great warrior Jerónimon.

The Great Warrior was instantly entangled in a pain that was torn apart, his indifferent face contorted with pain, and Geronimo, who was clutching his abdomen, began to retch in pain, his eyes full of disbelief at his vulnerability.

Wren grabbed Gan Fore's spear between his arms, and with a sudden force, the knight's spear shattered! The man who can be called a god is naturally not an ordinary person, and while being smashed by Wren's chestnut with a punch, he finally desperately put his left hand against the green sword pattern on Wren's chest!

"Uh-huh...... Platoon!! ”

Spat out a mouthful of blood, Gan Fore suddenly shouted the killing move hidden in the armor of his left hand! A man who can become a god is an indecisive and extremely naïve guy, but when things are irreparable in the end, he can also cut off his innocence and make a decision!

This is a long-extinct shellfish, and its power is more than ten times that of the impact shellfish! The most powerful damage shell on this empty island! Moreover, its anti-phagogue power is extremely strong, and the damage to the user's anti-phagogue power is no less than a serious injury, even if Gan Fore uses this kind of thing himself, he must be prepared to sacrifice an arm.

This was originally used as a final resort to break Geronimo in a desperate situation, but after only one round of fighting with Rennes, Gan Fore made a decision without hesitation!

This monster is not something you can defeat on your own!

The volley at zero distance exploded in Wren's chest! The powerful impact even shook the flames on Wren's body in an instant! Wren's eyes full of bright green luster instantly lost concentration, and even his consciousness was lost, and his body fell backwards.

A series of accidents made the soldiers in the field completely unable to distinguish the situation, but the monster that suddenly entered the battlefield without distinguishing between the enemy and me was cleaned up by God, which is a good thing. The soldiers of the Divine Corps could not help but praise the virtues of God with a loud voice.

But Wren's backward figure came to an abrupt end at this moment!

Wren, who was spilling blood from the corners of his mouth, stood up straight with an expressionless face, and the green light in his eyes quietly disappeared with a faint blue light after a fluctuating struggle, and the originally brighter and brighter sword lines on his chest began to dissipate after being hit by the platoon shell.

Seeing that the other party was not knocked down by the platoon shell, in addition to the shocked emotion, Gan Fore was only full of bitterness, and it was not surprising that Wren smashed Gan Fore into the ground without any hesitation!

Expressionlessly spitting out the blood in his mouth, Wren scanned the messy battlefield with his dark eyes, and finally said a word.

"No...... One that can fight. ”

Then, he clutched his stomach with a frown.

"Belly...... I'm so hungry. ”