In front of me was a cramped small bedroom, somewhat dim.

A faint halo of candles warmed the room, and full candle tears flowed down the edges of the candles into a white line, silently piling up into a shallow pool.

The gaze flickered in the candlelight, and in the shadows, the sign of 'Kira Manjiya' was old in the corner.

The strange smell of smoke and burnt protein wafted from the corner of the small room, a strange machine with a tank still spinning at high speed, and the grooves above its head were emitting a strange light and a strange smell of burnt paste, ancient and mysterious. However, the machine was emitting green smoke, showing the fact that it was in a state of obsolescence.

The man lying on the bed tore a slit in the corner of his eye, and finally remembered where he was.

The head was wrapped in bandages, and the swollen pain and faint smell of medicine reminded the man of what had happened. He remained in a reclining position staring at the candle-lit roof, his pure eyes lit up in the shadows cast by the flames on the walls.

The big demon suddenly sneered, and said with a headless and brainless feeling:

"It's finally back."

This person is Griffith, who has just returned from the isolated island, and due to the turbulence of the time of the Gutrumba clock, he had to wander in the dark and closed unknown time and space for three years and six months, until Griffith figured out the law of the tide of space and time, and was able to return.

As for the story that Griffith and Binggolaka had to tell during their last 20 days on the island, it was not a pleasant memory.

Almost as soon as they set foot on the island, the greedy binggoraka begin to occupy and destroy a qiē, a race that will not let even their blood relatives go to mating, and when they are hungry, they will even eat their own children.

It took only one day for the 17 parallel planes of the 17 parallel planes to take over the island, and the primitive creatures of the isolated islands were pure and weak like babies in front of the more primitive and crude bingegoraka.

The sea, the ground, and the sky were full of bingegoraka, corpses falling from the sky, fish in the water bitten their bellies, turning over pale flesh and struggling to breathe the air for the last second.

After killing hundreds of binggorakas, the killer bees of the lonely island were also wiped out by the endless numbers of bingagorakas.

This whole process is a standard invasion of species, and unfortunately there are no natural predators in this land.

What Griffith has done for 20 days is to hide, kill, and hide. Densely packed with bloodthirsty binggolakas, Griffith is on the run almost all the time.

Bingagoraka possesses almost all the bad qualities of beasts, greedy, bloodthirsty, ugly, uncontrolled, and obedient......

On this small isolated island, Griffith saw more than a cross-racial gang of strong women and abuse, many of the island's 'natives' were brutally toyed to death by the thick ambitions of the Binggoraka, whose mutilated and torn genitals exposed to the air were silent indictments of Bingagoraka's brutal crimes.

Griffith, of course, doesn't like these inferior creatures who obey ****, and he doesn't want any form of physical contact with these lower creatures, and the bad news is that the Binggolaka seem to have discovered Griffith and become physically and psychologically interested......

As a causal beast, Griffith was born a big demon, he has not been to many lower planes, and the reason why he chose Binggoraka as a spatial barrier is because he can be his opponent who is weak now, and the only plane species that forces his potential is this disgusting creature.

Dragging two long cold knives, Griffith was at a rapid pace, two glimmers of bright silver light surrounding him.

The side effect of the Guttrumba clock is that it is easy to stick to space, and it is far better for Griffith to actively choose the plane than to choose the space freely. However, Griffith did not know about the inferior growth attributes of Ji Aman's body before he entered, and until now, his body has not grown to the expected level, and the test prepared for the body to break through the limits after growth has come as scheduled.

"What a wolf bèi ......"

The individual strength of the dimensional invasion beasts is not bad, and each has the strength and speed of an adult wolf. And the most terrifying thing about wild wolves is that they are in packs and rarely alone, which is a terrifying order of magnitude that once Griffith's strength is contained, it can only be eliminated in an instant.

And Griffith himself really can't remember how many bingagorakas he has erased, 20 or 30?

Relying on the sharp long knife in his hand from the great demon Lunchi and the complex terrain of dense vegetation on isolated islands, Griffith walks and kills, sticking to those who are 'lonely', running away if they can't be killed, hiding in the jungle or jumping into the sea if they can't do it, and going to the mouth of the wind tunnel if he is really forced to go to the mouth of the wind tunnel, where the dense wind brakes can be a good treat for Griffith to those little ones who follow his ass for days and nights and do not give up.

For the past 20 days, Griffith could not maintain his good honor and image as a great demon, his tattered clothes hung on his body, his trouser legs were long and short and draped in strips, his torso smeared with sweat and mud was densely crisscrossed with scratches and tooth marks, and his sunken muscles and rotting skin made him look like a refugee dying in a concentration camp.

With the back of the knife, he gently brushed away the leaves in front of him, and the three beasts under the tree, which resembled a wild boar but were three meters long, opened their mud-black nostrils and sniffed greedily, milky white mucus flowed out of his nostrils and mouth, soaking the knotted fluff on his chest, and coating the path of coming.

The bright silver clock in the sky turned leisurely, a handful of leaves in the trees on the ground swayed gently, white light flickered in the small space, and the kapok tree full of pink petals and a pitch-black beast were silently split into two parts.

Figures swayed faintly in the shade of the trees where the light had been cut into tiny lattices, and two agile beasts chased after each other, pushing the saplings along the way into swaying branches......

On that quiet summer day, the hidden and assassination of the light flowed quietly throughout the isolated island. It's a life-and-death battle, not about glory, just about survival.

Griffith's blood and skin were hot, and he lowered his head and buried himself in the sand at low tide. The warm, salty and wet sea breeze carries the fishy smell of the sea and hides the smell of blood, and in this space destined to be buried in time, there are no hunters, only prey.

It was impossible to tell whether Griffith was hunting Binggoraka or Bingagoraka who was troublesome with Griffith, and the chaotic order of the island made the pace of the slaughter so harmonious and chaotic.

Turning our gaze, let's come to the small beach.

Griffith held the knife in his arms, his gaze buried in the sand. The smell of salty and wet sea water spread, and the cold touch of the skin was already at high tide. Torn wounds roared in the salty waters, and nerve fibers trembling with pain wriggled like slender worms in the rough grains of sand.

Griffith used the hollow stubble of some unknown plant in his mouth to breathe air, and hid under the sand for two hours, and in the distance, the agitated noses of Binggolaka got closer and closer, and he carefully moved his body deeper into the sand.

20 days!! With only 20 days left, Griffith knew that during those 20 days, he had to make a breakthrough or he would become bingagoraka's dung and be left here forever.

On the seventh day of Binggoraka's appearance, Griffith has changed more than a dozen hiding locations in a row, breaking through and fighting Bingegolaka six times, with 102 injuries all over his body and a malignant fracture of his left arm.

The good news is that Griffith is still alive, and due to his outstanding physical attributes, his recovery ability seems to be quite good.

Ants can still gnaw away elephants in a group, and they are a group of Bingegolaka who are a hundred times stronger and more ferocious than ants.

On the tenth day of Binggoraka's appearance, Griffith was knocked through a rock by a giant bingagoraka and pushed it to his chest, and the sharp slag pierced the lobes of his lungs, causing him to cough up blood to this day.

On the fifteenth day after Binggoraka entered the island, all the vegetation on the island was finally destroyed by them, Griffith's hiding space was reduced by Yan Zòng, and in the ninth siege, he abandoned his sword and staggered away.

The smell of blood attracted the flies like cakes, and Griffith spent his days in distorted time, so that the flower called blood bloomed for several days, and on a summer evening, quietly dimmed.

The massive blood loss made Griffith's skin look somewhat pale, and the translucent skin could faintly see the black blood vessels, which were not very full.

A fist-sized hole was cut in the abdomen, presumably pierced by a sharp object such as a horn. Through the blurred muscles of flesh and blood, you can vaguely see what is in front of you.

As a result of the long swing of the knife to slash the hard-skinned Bingegolaka, Griffith's left and right hands were twisted and fractured. He had a deep scar on his back, a deep and sharp wound that severed nerves and fibers, and made an entire muscle community in his back useless.

The spring in the middle of the island, which had a hint of time to heal his wounds, had been overrun by the Binggoraka, and Griffith tried to penetrate several times, but was forced back.

Such a bad shape shì makes people desperate. Time and life tick in the huge clock hanging in the sky. The big demon's face was expressionless, and the tattered white silk threads hung sparsely on the upper half of the body, stained with blood, and a little shabby.

On the evening of the 19th day, the silvery white light shone from far west, if it was outside, or if it was already sunset.

Griffith held the knife in one hand, dark blood running down his fingertips to the moon-white blade, the burning pain in his lungs and the approaching roars and greedy chewing sounds around him made it clear to him that mortal danger was never gone.

And there is nothing I can do about it.

However, in this desperate situation, the demon named Griffith tilted his head, and his gaze fell into the bright silver afterglow of the sky. The cloudy eyes blinked at this point, and then burst out laughing without warning.

Perhaps the vicissitudes of life have changed, and he is no longer the king who sits on the throne of glory on the left bank, looking at the woman from afar. This reminded him of the sea of causal flowers he had seen when he stood on Liangqiu Mountain that year, and remembered those wordless waiting, silence, life and death, and oaths that had not yet been reached.

At that time, the woman had not left, and she liked to be sad alone, which was something that made me feel happy when I thought about it.

However, human life is short, but like summer insects. After the woman died, Griffith sat alone on the wall, looking into the empty distance and thinking about something.

But this is also nothingness......

Spring goes to winter, year after year of time and autumn rain, those lingering things that do not want to forget, finally forgotten in the years and years of remembrance.

The big demon thought that maybe he had really lived too long.

But now, when this life is about to come to an end, the big demon once again thinks of the woman whose face has long been blurred. Once upon a time, in the most delicate years of her life, she stood barefoot in a garden full of flowers, and whispered silently—'My hero gallops across the battlefield of the horse-leather shroud. ’

This is really exaggerated and arrogant, Griffith touched the wound that had been dried by the wind, and the only single knife left in his hand was raised shallowly above his head.

On the horizon, countless black shadows were rushing towards this side, spreading, and the hideous beast roared in the field. Griffith pointed his long knife at the full moon of the clock hanging high in the sky, and the back of the knife reflected the clear, pale silver reflection of the bay, and the man's face was half mesmeral, half indifferent - not an invincible hero, but it was too ugly to die under the reptiles.

The Great Demon didn't want to use the inferior fragility of Jiaman's body as an excuse, he frowned and tried to remember, try to remember, remember where he had lost his strength, so that Bingegoraka dared to stretch out his claws to him.

At the same time, the sound of roaring and chewing approached, and the Great Demon stood with its head slightly raised, silver light shining through the trees from behind him, casting his cheeks and silhouette into deep shadows.

The darkness fermented, and the cold bloodthirsty memory resounded in the deeper darkness, so he realized that he was Griffith, the king of the Left Bank, and remembered the glory of the great demon that resounded in the sky in those years.

And when the glory awoke in the flames, the big demon tore open his blood-colored eyes and licked his dry lips. The terrifying beast that had been precipitated in history was slowly waking up, and he had opened his eyes, and his three-colored eyes were longing for blood.

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