"Lu Li, if one day on that war-torn battlefield, will you give me a promise?" —The leader of the first group of the special operations group of the Huaxia National Security Bureau, the only female general among the ten active generals in China, cold dyeing.

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Feng Chen jumped down from the four hundred meters of Danjiang Tower with a strong wind, the wind from his ears, whistling by, ten meters near the ground, the black light of Feng Chen's left hand turned into a wind whip wrapped around the steel frame of the tower, the body was stretched, a simple air roll fell steadily to the ground, that is, Feng Chen can do this, if ordinary people do this, the arm would have been pulled down a long time ago, and even the waist and vertebrae would be broken.

The extradimensional rift in space was still dark blue, and it kept spinning like a whirlpool, staring at it for a long time as if it wanted to suck the soul away, and I didn't know how the astronomical fanatics who observed the rift could hold on for so long.

Is it the power of faith? No, it should be the power of metaphysics!

Feng Chen's face suddenly turned ugly, and after talking to Lu Li for a while, the whole person even became so terrible in his thinking logic, it seemed that he really wanted to stay away from this goods.

"I don't know what happened to the Whisper now." Feng Chen thought with some concern.

The trial mission of the Stygian is to be a supernatural species, completely different from himself, to find the horrors of urban weirdness, Hanako and Rift Girl, and survive their pursuit for ten days.

"I hope she's okay." Feng Chen glanced at the crack that seemed to be stable, he suddenly sighed, he had always had a thorn in his heart, that is, everything that happened in the Spartan world at the beginning, originally he planned to let the existence repair body after returning to find Reza to take revenge, but the latter series of things did not surprise him at all.

Now it's time to go to the world of Sparta, he wants to see the ancient city of Sparta now, he wants to go to the hot springs again, he wants to mourn the old people, he wants to avenge Artemisia, he wants to see if Emilia is okay.

"Exist! Can I return to the Space-Spacecraft when a mission is not released? Feng Chen called out in his heart. As a transit point between the two worlds, the Space-Time House can only return when it receives a mission.

"When the host does not receive a mission, it can spend mission points to return to the space-time house, and the spent points are used as the host to stay in other worlds." Existence said coldly.

"Then go to the Spartan world." The dust was solemn, and then a white light that penetrated the sky and the earth swallowed the dust.

Spartan World.

It was a vast plain, the sky was blue, the white clouds were blooming, the green grass was vibrant, and in the distance a long river of white phosphorus was winding up, and the empty wind gently stirred the dusty hair.

A sense of the dislocation of the times and a long-lost feeling rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Exist, where is this?"

"Random teleportation, the host consumes 100 quest points for every day they stay in this world."

"Okay." Dusty didn't complain about why the existence teleported him to Sparta, the existence had done enough for him, and the existence had its own rules.

Except for the gift of existence, the thirty days that he stayed in the Spartan world because of Artemisia's death, and the existence of the task point of forcibly analyzing the Spartan spear were not mentioned, this kind of hidden gift Feng Dust understood in his heart, so when the existence released a world-class mission, Feng Chen only refuted and did not confront the existence and complained.

The world-class task Sealing Dust is not going to be accepted, because the existing tasks are not less than the tasks released by the main god, those circles and bends are less, and I have already experienced this Sealing Dust, just take the simple two task rewards, the task is successful, the reward is zero, the task fails, and the world counts down, if Sealing Dust really takes this task, then the world is really a countdown.

What the? If you want to say that the Spartan World Main Mission 2 did not take the main quest 2, Artemisia may not die, and blame the failure of the Dust Sealing Mission, this is the decision of bullshit fate, this is just conjecture, the plan can never catch up with the change, maybe the world will enter the countdown if it is not connected, but Feng Dust believes that if it fails, the world will definitely enter the countdown, so Feng Dust can't bet on the world anyway, it's not that he can't afford to gamble, but he can't afford to lose.

It's not life that's losing, it's the compulsive guilt that can't bear to be imposed on you by failure, everyone is an adult, you have to take responsibility for what you do and what you say, and the age of smashing someone's glass with a stone at every turn is over.

Take out the broken spear from the space ring, put on the shabby scarlet cloak, and turn into an ordinary Spartan, nothing more than what it doesn't look like.

The blood is rolling, and at this moment the dust seems to return to the years when the hot springs were locked to the death, he set foot on the road with his head held high, no, he rushed on the road, and the wind blowing at a strong speed blew the grass under his feet on the level of the ground.

After running at high speed for six hours, Feng Chen stopped panting, trying to sit down and rest for a while, when a slight tremor came from the ground.

A black army was marching towards this side with neat steps, and there was no end in sight to the long snake line, and Feng Chen couldn't tell which city-state it was, and the army of so many people in Greece was only the coalition army, or the tiger and wolf army of the Persian Empire.

The commander of the front soldier was a tall white man with two large beards, who looked well-armed, and each soldier had a relaxed smile on his face, when the scout at the head of the line came from the front and half-knelt on the ground.

"Commander Darth Mol, there's a Spartan up ahead!"

"Encircled!" As the commander of the 32nd Army of the Persian Empire, Darth Moor hated the Spartans the most, because they blocked the iron cavalry of the Persian Empire and the oracle of the great King Xerxes.

Feng Chen watched countless soldiers surround him, his face was flat, and then a guy on horseback walked out of the black pressed soldiers, Feng Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said loudly: "Where is this?" ”

"Despicable Spartans! You don't have the right to question me! Kill! ”

Countless cold weapons came over with murderous aura, Feng Chen's face was flat, he snorted coldly, just like taking a step forward, this step he condensed fifty percent of his strength, if there is still a guy in this world who is more powerful than Feng Chen's mastery, there is only the so-called divine messenger.

In an instant, with the dust sealing as the core, a wave of air that rolled up countless dirt surrounded and rushed to the ground in an instant.

"There's a sense of war trampling." Feng Dust said to himself, his body took advantage of the chaos and rushed directly in front of Darksmore to lift him off his horse, his eyes full of evil energy.

"I'm asking you, where is this?"

"Persia...... Boris. Darth Maul said in horror, his mustache trembling, for fear that the Spartan god in front of him would be unhappy and tear himself in half.

Don't blame Feng Chen, just blame Feng Chen's evil qi is too heavy now, and ordinary people definitely can't bear it when it mixes murderous qi.

"In which direction is the province of Satis!"

"West...... Straight ahead ......"

"Send a message to Xerxes on my behalf, and say that Dax will say hello to him."

By the time Darth Maul reacted, the dust had long since disappeared, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with palpitations.

"Reach ...... Looks? Who is Dax? Then he suddenly thought of something, and his face turned pale, as if there was a Spartan named Dax in the Battle of Thermopylae a hundred years ago...... It seems to have killed the messenger Toy......

"The gods are above!! It's been a hundred years, how did he appear again!! ”

When Dusty entered the Spartan world, there was one of the three hundred elites who gave Dusty a new identity in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, Dax.

And Feng Chen did not go far at the moment, he was in a depression, since it was close to Persepolis, the capital of the Persian Empire, that is to say, it was very far away from the province of Satis, for example, the distance between Danjiang City on the coast of China and Shutian Province on the westernmost side of the Central Plains, even if Feng Chen ran until tomorrow morning, he would not be able to run.

"Exist! Come out! "For this kind of irresponsible employer to seal the dust before expressing gratitude can be fed to the dog, just kidding! I spend 100 quest points a day just to run like a wild donkey in this endless green grassland?

Exercising?

"Is there a way to go directly to the province of Satis?" Feng Chen said angrily.

"The host can pay twenty quest points to get there." Existence said coldly.

"Why didn't you say it earlier!!" I want to scold my mother.

"The host didn't ask."

The corners of Feng Chen's eyes began to twitch again, this day is so angry!

"Teleport! The junction of the Moores Plains and the West Sippor Mountains! ”

The morning sun is like fire, and at this moment it is half buried in the distant mountains, and in the vast expanse of the world, the distant shepherds sing unknown tunes, and nature outlines this picture with great magnificence.

In the shadows at the foot of the mountain, two solitary graves have been waiting there for a century.

Feng Chen stood quietly in place, his eyes looking at them extremely softly, he had a lot of thoughts, and he had a long time.

"I'm back......"

"I've traveled a lot and seen a lot of scenery, but I still want to come back and see your ......"

Feng Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, he had a lot to say, from the first time he met existence, to the main god, to the current world-class mission, Feng Chen told it, as if he was telling something, his tone was happy, sad, and bold, the wind did not stop taking away his words, taking away his stories, taking away his joys, sorrows, and sorrows, gradually, his words became less and less.

"Heratia, I remember you said that Angela's tears are the supreme holy thing, it can see through all the nothingness and flaws in the world, can see through all the confusion and deception in the world, can see through the past and the future, at that time, you said that you saw my heart......"

"My Heart ......"

Feng Chen, at this moment in this inaccessible place, there is a trace of loneliness and fragility in him, if there is no evolution, there has never been an encounter, everything revolves around two extremely heavy characters.

Evolve.

"I am walking on this brilliant path, my sequence of stars has been locked, how can my heart show the way?"

"Not afraid of life and death? Walkable? ”

"But I've forgotten about life and death...... But I didn't feel like I was really evolving......."

"Heratia...... I don't know how to go on anymore......"

"Because...... I can't see...... The road ahead ......"