BGM: The brave who can get by

The man walked forward.

Fragments of black armor trickled down, and there was a depression on the left side of the visor caused by a large blunt object.

Trample.

Trample.

Legend has it that in a distant land, there is a strange amphibian that has the upper body of a human and the lower body of a fish.

These creatures sometimes come ashore during mating season, and their lower limbs turn into human legs, allowing them to walk the earth.

With each step, they felt as if they were walking on the edge of a knife and felt great pain.

How could there be such a strange creature?

The man thought so.

He only felt as pathetic as a creature like this.

Suffering.

The man walked out of the mess of the battlefield into the distance.

There are no friendly forces.

There are no enemies.

Only yourself.

Only he survived.

The orange-red glow of the setting sun shone on the notched blades, and dried irregular blood stains covered the middle of the blades, mingling with rust.

The state of human death is a very disgusting thing, which makes people sick and dumb when they look at it—especially this tragic death from violence.

It's all over the place.

Corpse.

All the black-armored warriors who came out with the man back then did not survive, and all of them were wiped out in this interception.

A sadness that bordered on happiness brewed in the man's heart.

He's going crazy.

Or have already gone crazy.

From that audacious plan twenty years ago.

until he sat on the throne.

The dream is gone.

The promises of the past have long since passed in the wind.

Repression, bloodshed, massacres.

It should have been something that I was used to for a long time, but now it seems to be stark.

He threw away the weapon in his hand, crouched down and rummaged through it, slicing off the stiff grip and picking the knife out of the mud.

The dust disperses.

Whose knife is this?

I don't know.

Throw it away.

The man continued walking, crouching, picking up, and throwing it down again.

He was the only living man left on the battlefield of Notda.

It's not that big, actually.

But can't get out.

Can't get to the end.

The road is like a folded spiral, ticking in the labyrinth of time.

The man with nothing moved on.

What is he looking for?

Yesterday of your own?

Or is it an endless tomorrow?

- "Dream Blossoms: Two Chapters and Five Verses"

Dreams are things that don't exist in reality.

But if you don't pursue reality, then it doesn't matter whether your dream comes true or not, it can be something that only exists in your mind.

If you have to try, what if you die ugly?

It's not that everyone has the courage to die ugly.

The unkempt man walked into a not-so-open place.

Shade.

Little by little, the sound of the night passed through the web of leaves and slipped into the human ear.

wind

The wind parted the blood-stained beard and blew on the chapped lips.

Thirsty..

Burdened with the pain of losing his country and a tired old wound, the man walked into the dark forest.

The trees here are very tall.

The man stroked the trunk.

It takes a long time for such a tree to grow.

No one bothered.

。。 In such times, no one would have the leisure to disturb such a place.

The mood and impulse to turn dreams into reality, the power of primitive instinct and inner desire to push together.

How happy the tree is, it doesn't have to think about anything, it just grows.

But such a closed and independent individual has to be indirectly affected by external forces and roll around in the cage.

The man brushed aside the branches, subconsciously wanting to move on.

But the branches mixed with ferns are layered on top of each other, and they can't be pushed away for a while, and even if they are pushed away, they will bounce back and entangle back.

"Click!"

The snow-white sword light suddenly lit up, splitting through the branches.

The man stepped forward.

“。。 Huh?"

He couldn't walk.

Strength is rapidly draining from the body.

"W-"

Not a single branch was split, it dodged.

Yes, a tiny twig the thickness of chopsticks.

It burrowed underneath the moment the knife slashed, stabbing through the man's left armpit.

Rotate, tearing flesh and skin, compressing the great arteries.

The branch circled around the man's cavity, plucking out something slightly larger than a fist.

Heart.

The red source of life, the gushing fountain.

The man's eyes widened, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the branch, and the hand covered with heavy black armor hung down the next moment when it was about to touch.

The branches bounced up like snakes and snapped back into the dark woods.

- "Bang!"

The black armor crushed the dry dirt, creating a vague humanoid silhouette.

Say it again.

The state of death is often ugly, especially if it is a violent death.

It's going to be hard.

Out of breath.

Tremendous inescapable pain.

Darkness, fear, and death, no matter how fearful.

Die.

"Rustle. ”

The dark forest is like the deep sea, out of which emerges a humanoid creature.

She has all the excellent qualities of all forest creatures, her movements are secretive and silent, and her body is graceful and vigorous, except that the beautiful human head on her neck is a little out of place with the shape of her body.

The shape of the body wrapped under the black robe is definitely not something that humans can have.

The limbs of the isopod pierce into the soil, step by step, renovating the fertile soil on the inside.

The fowl holds a beating heart in its paws.

"So the materials are ready. ”

The woman muttered to herself, glancing at the corpse on the ground, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Turn away.

- "Brush ——"

The white sword light flickered and jumped up in the forest, as fast as thunder, slashing directly at the woman's unguarded back.

The harmless branches around them danced, trying to stop the lightning slash.

It's a pity to no avail!

The speed at which the "corpse" on the ground turned over and rose was as if it had been bounced up by a huge force, abrupt and irresistible.

The blade of the iron cut through the black cloth and stabbed through it with ease.

"Cut!"

It is not the texture of the real thing.

Without hesitation, the figure flying from the ground rolled to the left, and the place where it had been standing had been shot up by plant branches from all directions, and for a moment the earth and rocks were splashed.

The rabbit fell, and the man stood nimbly in a clearing, his left hand supporting the ground, and his right hand carrying a knife.

His sharp gaze looked ahead, the muscles of his whole body were tense, where was the slightest bit of madness and dementia?

"You've been following me for three days. Since before the last interception, don't you and I don't know?"

"Fake. Is it?"

The red-haired woman looked at the "heart" that turned into a pool of blood in her claws, and shook her head indifferently.

"You can't get out of here, either in disguise or whatever, my friend. ”

"This is the forest!"

Suddenly, a few jumps of herbs silently attacked the man, and the latter flicked his wrist, and the snow-white blade wrenched the weeds one after another.

"Where do you want to go?"

The man's body rushed forward for a moment, and he was forced to explode back ten steps back by the vines falling from the sky.

Within ten steps, the enemy country will be exhausted.

The man didn't have any wounds on his body, but there was not much room to dodge under the left and right.

The spear that hung from under the sky turned into a cage.

As the redhead said, this is her world.

"Whew. Call... ”

With a violent gasp, the man straightened up from his prostrated state.

"My friend. Hehe.. Hahahahahahaha!!"

"There's also your instructions behind this rebellion, right? The Witch of Greatest Woods?"

"Friend, are you my friend?"

"Fuck it!"

The man's legs turned into a blur of gray shadows, and he unleashed a mortal—nay, desperate charge—like a ferocious bull.

Kill!

The sword light was like a practice, and everywhere it passed, all the demonized branches and vines were shredded into scum thrown into the sky.

Just like yesterday, and countless stumps and broken arms that have been thrown away.

The only man who survived on the battlefield!

It's not because he's the general, he's the king, and he's desperately protected.

No one is qualified to say to protect him.

A man who has crossed the pinnacle of mortal martial artists and reached the point of transcendent sanctification exists here.

"Drink, ah, ah, ah!!"

The man's forehead was bruised, and his right hand was like the roots of an old tree entangled in the hilt of the knife, and he slashed forward with irresistible momentum!

Seventy meters in one step!

The figure tore through the air and screamed, and a fierce killing intent rushed to the face!

Straight slash!

This knife is perfect in both timing and momentum, condensing the unyielding belief of a generation of dead kings and a desperate horseman!

Person!

It has always been something that only believes in oneself and can only feel one's own feelings, so it will be lonely, so people only belong to themselves.

My friend?

She's dead.

He's dead!

Never coming back!

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- "Dream Blossoms: Three Chapters and Seven Sections"