Decades ago.

“…… もう一度だけでいいmiracle起きてよ【It's good again.,Miracle happens]...... Past になくしたMemoryのぺ—ジを取り戾どすちからを【Please give me the power to recapture the page of memory of the past】...... "A prosthetic man hummed this unknown song while carving something on the corner of the road.

"闇を遬く信じる心 [Firmly believe that the heart can penetrate the darkness]...... Soul Sleep PlaceExplorationして【Looking for the Soul Sleep】......"

The man on the side of "Ahem......" couldn't help but interrupt: "What song is this?" The lyrics are also too unlucky"

Xiang Shan scratched his head: "To be honest, I can't remember clearly, after all, my memory is not complete...... But my wife is a nostalgic cook, and that's what I passively remember. ”

"Your wife?"

"Ah, it's true that my wife can't be wrong from the above." Xiang Shan nodded, very confident.

The man sighed, "Are you sure you really ...... Tsk, if Martial Ancestor Xiangshan was just this virtue, how did he cause great changes in the old world? ”

"The right time, the right place, and the right people." Xiang Shan replied.

"Really, leave me with a little vision of the old world......

"I'll forget it anyway." Shrugging his shoulders to the mountain, "And I'm really building a tomb for myself, which is literally 'soul sleeping' [soul sleeping place]"

"It sounds like looking for a place to die."

Xiang Shan nodded his forehead: "I remember...... The story of this song seems to be exactly like this. ”

"That sounds like a tragedy." The man shook his head.

"No, my gut tells me that it should be a hopeful story. The dead rest forever, and the living move forward. Xiang Shan stood up from the rock wall, "Well, that's basically fine, there are only two points left to do." Dude, what about you? ”

"Me? No problem. I've made sure I've cleared the memories of my companions. Now I have also fully suppressed the activity of the hippocampus. As long as the memory file is deleted, no one will remember it. Everyone remembers that the E3~E6 sector is an abandoned area with 'no ore veins and some common traps'. ”

Xiang Shan said: "Brother, how is your internal strength?" Do you do this kind of delicate operation? ”

The man lowered his head: "Maybe there will be a strong impression." I'll remember a little bit. Of course, the enemy cannot obtain information based on this hazy impression. ”

"Under the state of the art." Xiang Shan emphasized, "You will be disturbed by inexplicable emotions. ”

"Don't worry." The man said.

Nodding to the mountain, he walked up.

The man suddenly spoke: "Hey......"

"Huh?"

"Is it really necessary to do such a thing?"

"Xiang Shan has died at least seven times. Why don't you die for the eighth time? "Xiang Shandao," be prepared. ”

"And the rest...... Did the other Valkyrie gods leave something behind? ”

Xiang Shan shook his head: "Probably not." ”

"Why?"

"Don't say it, don't say it." Xiang Shan shook his head.

The man finally hesitated: "I hope you can win...... To the mountain. Not as one of the 'Martial Gods', but as the 'Last Victor'. ”

"Well, the first time you called me Xiangshan, it's a good sign." Xiang Shan nodded, "Every Xiang Shan hopes that he will be the winner." Every time you lose, it means that the power that represents progress is consumed once. Nobody wants to lose. However, this is really not something that can be decided on your own. The only thing to be thankful for is ...... Even if I die now, I won't be frustrated by the faith of humanity to resist. ”

"Hey."

"All I can say is, I'll try to win." Xiang Shan gestured, and the man didn't know what it meant. I guess it's some kind of old-world culture.

"To win." The man did not continue to follow Xiangshan, but turned away.

His fingers pressed against the painful one, giving a hint to himself, unleashing his internal power to shatter the memory file.

He'll soon forget about it.

Continue to walk towards the mountain.

…………………………………………………………………………

About 80 years have passed. The man is old.

The old man stumbled forward.

A sense of guilt tore at his heart. He abandoned a fellow charlatan in his own position. He fled.

But he still wanted to live.

I don't know why, but he just wants to live.

No......

The old man actually vaguely knew.

Decades ago......

It must have been a few years earlier than when the Eighth Martial God was righteous.

During that time, there were a lot of vague memories.

Not only that, but the records within the Drill Dragon community are also vague. Although the historical information recorded is superficially detailed, the old people who have managed this community for decades know that there are too many "blank" parts in it—only people who know this Drill Dragon community well can do this level of redaction.

Even every person over a hundred years old has this phenomenon.

The old man also secretly checked in the community, but he couldn't find any clues of the existence of a mole.

And the government basically won't cultivate any moles in the Drill Dragon community. This kind of stronghold that provides radioactive element support for knights is all found and destroyed one by one.

So, there is only one answer. It was his own hand.

He himself erased his own memories and modified the history of the community himself.

Realizing this, the old man stopped his actions. He no longer investigates, nor does he search.

Since I voluntarily forgot about it, it shows that "forgetting it" itself is very important.

However, he still left a faint impression in his heart.

Only a little bit.

That's something "a friend" has entrusted to you.

I don't remember who that friend was.

What was entrusted, I don't remember.

Of course, of course, the old man doubted the eighth martial god's Xiangshan.

But there is no evidence of this.

In his memory, the Eighth Valkyrie was just an ordinary knight who had come to pre-order radioactive elements, and there were only a few words of friendship between them.

Even after the other party became righteous, he knew that the young warrior who often came to help him was the seventh rebirth of Wuzu Xiangshan.

Although it is not known what exactly the "mission" is.

But......

"If it doesn't have to......" the old man whispered, "I really want to stay until the last minute." ”

The old man's body burrowed out of the dark and narrow cavern.

Then, he was stunned by what he saw.

A data cable that meandered forward like a centipede was already swimming in front of him. That's a bit like the head of the robot vacuum is already swinging.

The old man made a quick decision and smashed it with the staff in his hand.

No matter how small his prosthetic body is, it is still a humanoid body with multiple functions. If you get into a space that is too small, you may be tied up by this linear robot. He didn't dare to move forward until he had dealt with the robot.

The cane looks slender, but it's filled with nano-metal particles and its center of gravity can be adjusted at will, just like a heavy warhammer. The old man smashed the head of the data cable into pieces at once.

The cable shrank for a moment, and then a more powerful current was transmitted from the other end. It stands up like a cobra, in space, and the back part also forms a kind of topological and plausible kink form, covering it like a net of heaven and earth.

The old man's staff poked out, like a spear, connecting dots on the data line several times. Each time, the data line curled up like a stress response. In just a few clicks, the topological formation of this data line is modularized. The old man drew a knife and cut the thing into a dozen pieces.

Then, he heard footsteps in the distance.

Once again, the old man burrowed into a narrow cave.

But in the darkness of the cavern, there were other sounds that should not have been.

Drones again. It's just that kind of insect type.

The old man prayed that those drones did not carry miniature high-explosives. The Rangers didn't care about the overall structure of the cavern at all, and used explosives to clear the way, and many rifts were born in the area where there were no rifts. Maybe a small explosive can make this Dongxu collapse.

There were other voices in the cavern, the voices of their companions, some kind of ciphertext.

The drill dragon does not lay communication lines, firstly, because of limited resources, and secondly, it is also to avoid being touched by wires to kill the door. And in the corridors that extend in all directions, this sound can travel far away.

But none of this is good news.

The signal of "decisive death" came from all directions. The old man seemed to feel that there were companions on all sides who were being attacked.

The old man sighed again.

Judging by those insect drones, he was bitten.

The official eagle dog that came this time was indeed terrifying. Their force value is high enough.

Except for the part of the people who have been transferred, it would be good if half of the remaining Drill Dragons could escape.

"Fortunately, the smelters have been transferred, and then there are the young managers." The old man sighed, "There will be a shortage of martial artists over there...... I hope there won't be friction with other martial arts people. ”

On your own side......

It's nothing more than a matter of choosing a place to die.

Is the choice to die with some companion? Is it to go to hell hand in hand with an old buddy?

Or do you want to see the "things" that you guard with amnesia?

If it is really as Scott said, these people are really here for the legacy of the Eighth Valkyrie, and the mission they have forgotten is really to "protect the legacy of the Eighth Valkyrie", then is it their responsibility to destroy that legacy at this time?

Something strong will drove him.

"Go see ......"

The old man thought to himself.

A5、D9-P、E3~E6，G2、G3……

It is possible that there is a "Eighth Valkyrie Heritage" in these areas.

These areas are labelled as "no veins of value, with low threat traps".

This kind of area, the Drill Dragon usually goes the least.

Perhaps thinking too intently, the old man ignored the weak one in the complicated information.

"Reinforcements appear!"