The weaving of star threads is not easy, and the long river of fate extends to countless different branches, but unfortunately, for this small star, it is almost a dead end.

If you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will be subjected to frantic resistance and counterattack, which is a matter of course.

Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant striking, shaking, and shaking to dismantle the original structure and then establish a new system, and whoever wants to succeed once will only suffer.

But, there is always hope.

[Even if there is only a 1 in 100 million chance, I will find this path to a miracle.] ]

The girl with silver hair and white dress, with burning eyes, walks through the long river of fate again and again, exploring the possibility of continuation.

She saw one shattered future after another, one sad ending after another.

The remnant sun is like blood, the halberd sinks into the sand, and the corpses are all over the field.

Keep turning in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way to survive.

Over and over.

Over and over.

I don't know how many times later.

A kind of exhaustion hit like a tidal wave, drowning the whole body and mind, even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel tired, and the original firm will began to sink gradually.

I really want to take a rest, I really want to sleep, the starlight eyes are slowly dimming, the body that walks through the long river of fate slowly stagnates, and the edges of the body are gradually blurred.

It seems that it will dissipate at any time, fall into the star world, and fall into the mortal dust.

She tried to fly again, but her fingers slowly dissipated into particles.

[After all, is it irretrievable?] ]

Just as she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.

The blue wings, like a dream, fluttered.

She became a butterfly, and it was as if a butterfly had become her.

In this way, the butterfly flapped its wings again, jumped lightly, and traveled rapidly in the long river of fate, seemingly fragile wings, but stronger and more powerful than anything.

Even the flushing of time, even the impact of the stars, can not damage it in the slightest.

The butterfly is getting faster and faster, and there is no upper limit.

In the end, she turned into a light and reflected the whole river of fate.

Finally, a trajectory leading to a miracle was singled out.

The blue butterfly turned into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star line.

Wisps of golden light continue to gather from the void, intertwining with each other, forming silk threads, and then growing and extending.

This tiny star will follow this trajectory to a new world.

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The land of the west wind, the wilderness of the wind.

The starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, like an aurora.

Pullman ran in the cold wind, his blood-stained armor was extremely cold, but the [Amber Fruit] in his belly released surging heat and magic, and as he breathed, it spit out bursts of white mist.

His consciousness had never been clearer, and his otherwise stagnant transcendent core began to loosen.

Pullman's talent is not high, it can even be said to be ordinary, if it weren't for the fact that Loren Hill gave him the transcendent fruit to improve his physique, he would have a problem even condensing the transcendent core.

After taking the Transcendent Fruit many times, coupled with the tempering of life and death over the years, he was worthy of entering Sequence 5, and among several companions, his qualifications could be said to be the worst.

Fortunately, excellent sword skills and diligent training have finally made up for some shortcomings, but they have also reached the limit, and his path to the transcendent sequence has long since slowly stopped.

Like a boulder door, heavy and closed, with no future in sight.

But now while running, he sensed the dawn that had not been seen for a long time, and the stiff and solidified core began to operate according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a dragon, beating slowly, but it was so powerful.

Knowledge and difficulties that were previously incomprehensible can now be understood at all.

The transcendent core of consciousness is a black gem with intricate veins.

The light in it was like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the dark golden lines began to be engraved and spread on the gemstone.

Not only Pullman, but even the other rebel soldiers in the wilderness, those who had condensed transcendent cores before began to ascend, and those who did not have condensed cores also began to condense their own cores in their bodies.

The endless Mana of the starlight carriers in the sky, the magic power that was difficult to sense in the past, is so clear at the moment, even if some of the tricks are not understood, and some of the qualifications are not enough, it doesn't matter.

The starlight is like an invisible thread of silk, pulling Manna and magic, carefully avoiding obstacles and blockages, constantly outlining and condensing the core of the sequence.

It's like splashing ink on the canvas, which just forms a peerless painting.

You can say that the probability of such a thing is outrageous, but you can't deny the possibility.

Roll the dice 100 times, each time it is 1, and the probability is 1 in 100 million.

And the miracle is to pick this result out of the billions, making it the only one that is destined.

Pullman walked faster and faster, the wilderness under the stars, the air seemed to become extraordinarily fresh, and the movements of the enemy in his field of vision were visible at all, and at this time, in his sea of consciousness, the obsidian-like transcendent core was like a blooming lotus flower, and the black petals had pale golden veins, in which the brilliance flowed.

And he finally advanced to the War Sequence 7 - Abusive Lord, which is also the apex of the information given by the girl back then.

In front of the pitch-black eyes, there was still the blazing thunder, carrying the momentum of the mountain and the tsunami, and it was coming head-on.

Crafted of black steel with a great sword in his hand, it was so thick that it flew up like a light swallow, and then it fell like a cow, slashing down and slicing a lightning knight in half, and the hot blood sprayed and sprayed.

The world in Pullman's eyes has never been clearer, the wind and grass around him, the enemy's movements seem to be slowed down by a factor of 10, and the flaws that were imperceptible in the past are so conspicuous and clear that they can be split with the trend, as light as drinking water.

After the sword, the lightning knights suffered their first casualties, and this was just the beginning.

Their front line once again rushed towards the gathered phalanx, and thunder galloped across the ground.

The rebel army array, the tight line of spears was waiting for them, and the extraordinary magic began to condense at the tip of the spear, and the cold light overflowed, and a dangerous and solemn momentum was about to come out.

Thorn -

Cold iron streaked through armor, flesh, and bones, and flesh and skulls rolled down to the ground with steel, splattering blood and dust.

The phalanx, which was as brittle as tissue paper before, turned into a sharp and cold side knife at this moment, harvesting the unruly lives one by one.

In the starlit earth, the thunder gradually stopped.

Since then, the thunderous Lightning Knights have been removed from the mainland and become a true legend.

And on the melodious wilderness of bagpipes, from today onwards, a new myth will be told.

Star-blessed land, Clancy.

This country, founded under the guidance of the sages, will eventually change the world.