The bright morning sun shone on the young man's iron face, and the mask was a hideous Shura, reflecting his eyes that seemed to be knotted with ice.

Looking at the newborn sun, the boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked down indifferently at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Confirming that no one stood up again, he quietly walked over to a stone that had been stained red with blood and sat down.

The cold wind whined through the cracks in his armor.

Even though it's only summer and early autumn, the land is still covered in bitter cold.

The young man's expression is commonplace, because this land is frozen all year round, and the scenery has never changed in the slightest.

However, in the midst of such a cold wind, the young man did not wear any other clothes except for a pair of black armor. The arms peeking out of the armor were red from the cold, and ribs could be seen in the gaps in the breastplate, but the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

He sat naked in a suit of armor and in the cold wind, like a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

There were dead bodies all around, but he seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his eyes were as indifferent as a thousand days of ice.

However, at this moment, the neck of the young man who was sitting motionless on the stone suddenly moved, and the young man reached out slightly and touched it, plucking a black dot from it.

It turned out to be an ant that climbed on his neck. The boy looked at his fingertips steadily, then bent down and gently placed the ant on the blood-stained earth.

Just as he straightened up, a male voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Childe!"

(Later anti-theft)

The bright morning sun shone on the young man's iron face, and the mask was a hideous Shura, reflecting his eyes that seemed to be knotted with ice.

Looking at the newborn sun, the boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked down indifferently at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Confirming that no one stood up again, he quietly walked over to a stone that had been stained red with blood and sat down.

The cold wind whined through the cracks in his armor.

Even though it's only summer and early autumn, the land is still covered in bitter cold.

The young man's expression is commonplace, because this land is frozen all year round, and the scenery has never changed in the slightest.

However, in the midst of such a cold wind, the young man did not wear any other clothes except for a pair of black armor. The arms peeking out of the armor were red from the cold, and ribs could be seen in the gaps in the breastplate, but the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

He sat naked in a suit of armor and in the cold wind, like a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

There were dead bodies all around, but he seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his eyes were as indifferent as a thousand days of ice.

However, at this moment, the neck of the young man who was sitting motionless on the stone suddenly moved, and the young man reached out slightly and touched it, plucking a black dot from it. The bright morning sun shone on the young man's iron face, and the mask was a hideous Shura, reflecting his eyes that seemed to be knotted with ice. The bright morning sun shone on the young man's iron face, and the mask was a hideous Shura, reflecting his eyes that seemed to be knotted with ice.

Looking at the newborn sun, the boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked down indifferently at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Confirming that no one stood up again, he quietly walked over to a stone that had been stained red with blood and sat down.

The cold wind whined through the cracks in his armor.

Even though it's only summer and early autumn, the land is still covered in bitter cold.

The young man's expression is commonplace, because this land is frozen all year round, and the scenery has never changed in the slightest.

However, in the midst of such a cold wind, the young man did not wear any other clothes except for a pair of black armor. The arms peeking out of the armor were red from the cold, and ribs could be seen in the gaps in the breastplate, but the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

He sat naked in a suit of armor and in the cold wind, like a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

There were dead bodies all around, but he seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his eyes were as indifferent as a thousand days of ice.

However, at this moment, the neck of the young man who was sitting motionless on the stone suddenly moved, and the young man reached out slightly and touched it, plucking a black dot from it. The bright morning sun shone on the young man's iron face, and the mask was a hideous Shura, reflecting his eyes that seemed to be knotted with ice.

Looking at the newborn sun, the boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked down indifferently at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Confirming that no one stood up again, he quietly walked over to a stone that had been stained red with blood and sat down.

The cold wind whined through the cracks in his armor.

Even though it's only summer and early autumn, the land is still covered in bitter cold.

The young man's expression is commonplace, because this land is frozen all year round, and the scenery has never changed in the slightest.

However, in the midst of such a cold wind, the young man did not wear any other clothes except for a pair of black armor. The arms peeking out of the armor were red from the cold, and ribs could be seen in the gaps in the breastplate, but the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

He sat naked in a suit of armor and in the cold wind, like a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

There were dead bodies all around, but he seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his eyes were as indifferent as a thousand days of ice.

However, at this moment, the neck of the young man who was sitting motionless on the stone suddenly moved, and the young man reached out slightly and touched it, plucking a black dot from it.

It turned out to be an ant that climbed on his neck. The boy looked at his fingertips steadily, then bent down and gently placed the ant on the blood-stained earth.

Just as he straightened up, a male voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Childe!"

It turned out to be an ant that climbed on his neck. The boy looked at his fingertips steadily, then bent down and gently placed the ant on the blood-stained earth.

Just as he straightened up, a male voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Childe!"

Looking at the newborn sun, the boy narrowed his eyes, and then looked down indifferently at the corpse that had fallen to the ground.

Confirming that no one stood up again, he quietly walked over to a stone that had been stained red with blood and sat down.

The cold wind whined through the cracks in his armor.

Even though it's only summer and early autumn, the land is still covered in bitter cold.

The young man's expression is commonplace, because this land is frozen all year round, and the scenery has never changed in the slightest.

However, in the midst of such a cold wind, the young man did not wear any other clothes except for a pair of black armor. The arms peeking out of the armor were red from the cold, and ribs could be seen in the gaps in the breastplate, but the young man's expression did not change in the slightest.

He sat naked in a suit of armor and in the cold wind, like a sculpture, as if waiting for something.

There were dead bodies all around, but he seemed to be used to seeing such scenes, and his eyes were as indifferent as a thousand days of ice.

However, at this moment, the neck of the young man who was sitting motionless on the stone suddenly moved, and the young man reached out slightly and touched it, plucking a black dot from it.

It turned out to be an ant that climbed on his neck. The boy looked at his fingertips steadily, then bent down and gently placed the ant on the blood-stained earth.

Just as he straightened up, a male voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Childe!"

It turned out to be an ant that climbed on his neck. The boy looked at his fingertips steadily, then bent down and gently placed the ant on the blood-stained earth.

Just as he straightened up, a male voice suddenly came from a distance.

"Childe!"

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