I don't know what kind of huge force that punch had, like a cannonball falling to the ground, directly "blasting" a deep pit with a diameter of several meters on the ground, and countless stones flew up, overwhelming the sky, almost throwing me out of the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Under such a huge attack, it is obviously impossible for that man to leave any chance of survival, and even the body may not be able to be found.

I don't know why, I didn't run away from the beginning, and I didn't plan to run away. I don't know if I'm stunned, or if I instinctively feel that it's useless to run away in this situation. I just stared blankly at what was happening in front of me, and my mind went blank. I feel a little incomprehensible - weren't these people still trapped in that small space with me just now, and in the blink of an eye, they have either become demon food, or become cold corpses on the ground, all of them have disappeared from this world?

Is it all that humans are so fragile and powerless? How have human beings multiplied in such a world structure for thousands of years, and how have they changed the world so much with their own hands?

The world has changed, and it is no longer the world that humans know. The world has been taken over by beings of higher order than we are. I don't know why, for a long time, these higher-level beings have not appeared in front of humans, but at this moment, they are no longer so, as if some kind of forbidden seal has suddenly been torn open.

But at this moment, what can I do as a human being?

"Shining, do you hear that, Shining!"

Someone is calling me. I was familiar with the voice, it was him, the one who called me in my dreams when I was seriously ill, the guy lurking inside me. At this moment, his voice became extremely clear for some reason.

"Shining, don't hesitate, don't hesitate, this is an extraordinary moment, you must live!"

The giants not far away, after venting their anger at the attack, turned to me at this moment.

Despite his size, he was extremely sentient and knew exactly how many humans there were in the area that he could use for food. He put his right hand to his mouth, **** the blood stains remaining in the palm of his hand, and the giant hand shrouded in the direction where I was.

"Shining, only by living can you figure out what you want to know! Shining, you are very important, you can't give up so easily! ”

Me, is it important? In what way?

Is the reason why I am so negative is that I have buried the idea of giving up deep inside? Did he even perceive such thoughts?

In the deepest depths of consciousness, so many things permeate and intertwine - the pain that has always existed since the loss of parents, self-doubt, self-loathing, the despair of human evil, the terrifying blood-red moon......

Perhaps, in the bottom of my heart, I have always asked myself, is this the purpose of being born in the world to endure this? I have been a loser for the past 20 years, a person who even hates myself, what is the meaning of living in this world?

The mysterious man seemed to be able to read minds, and it was as if he lived directly in my heart.

"Shining, the answer you want to know will eventually be found, but you have to find it yourself, you have to live!"

"I should ...... How? "I finally communicated with him.

"They're not a terrific threat to you. Shining, where's your weapon? What's the first assault weapon that comes to mind right now? ”

My weapon? What kind of weapons do you have, do you belong to me in the first place?

No, I've never had any weapons, and even from a very young age, I've been a non-aggressive being, and I'm almost missing the fights that normal boys would experience.

But his phrase, "the first offensive weapon that comes to mind in your head," somehow instantly forced an auto-generated image into my mind.

I saw a pair of bows and arrows!

The shape of this bow and arrow is very gorgeous, it is the shape of an ancient bow, black sandalwood, carved with a dragon-shaped pattern, the bow and the arrow are wrapped in a faint silver cold light, and there are flashes of something that looks like electricity on the bowstring.

I was amazed to see the bow and arrow in my consciousness gradually turn into a physical object in my hand, first in the middle of the bow, then at the tail end, then at the bowstring, and finally, the bow and arrow had a real feeling and weight in my hand.

When I came to my senses, I found that I had a real pair of bows and arrows in my hand.

It was complicated to describe, but it was really just a matter of an eye, and the troll's palm didn't even have time to reach in front of me, as if it took me a snap of a finger to transform the weapon in my consciousness into reality.

I clenched the bow with my left hand, and with my right hand, I actively pinched the bowstring as if something was leading. The texture of the ebony longbow was transmitted so clearly to my cranial nerves through the touch of the skin of my palm, so familiar, as if it wasn't something strange, as if I had known it from a long, long time ago.

What's going on here?

The trolls were coming at me, and I felt myself straighten my back, bow in my left hand, string in my right hand, and fill it up with no effort. To be honest, I have never played with bows and arrows since I was a child, and I have no interest in it, and I have not even watched the archery competitions in the Olympics. But now, I found that my hand holding the bow seemed to be unusually steady, without a hint of trembling, and the whole bow was drawn like a full moon, ready to fire. The bowstring was full, and the right hand that pulled the bowstring gently touched my nasal bone, and the posture was very stretched. I didn't know how to bend my bow and arrow, but I knew in my heart that it should be. Moreover, my blood is burning and boiling.

As soon as my fingers loosened slightly, the bowstring made a "buzzing" sound, which was exceptionally clear, unlike an ordinary bowstring. The sharp arrow departed from the string, and with a whistling sound, it shot out towards the giant demon. The strange thing is that the moment the arrow leaves the bowstring, it is suddenly plated with a layer of bright silver, like white moonlight. And beyond the moonlight, there was another layer of flickering electric light, as if the thunder and lightning in the sky had changed into a snake, wrapped in sharp arrows.

The distance was very close, only less than ten meters, and the sharp arrow hit the giant demon directly from the string, and it made a "boom" sound, as if it was not an arrow, but a cannonball.

The sharp arrow passed through the troll's chest, and the protective screen wrapped around the troll just now didn't work. When I looked at it again, a large hole in the troll's chest had appeared several meters wide, and it didn't look like it had been made with an arrow at all.

And the skin around the big hole was actually all charred black, and there was still residual electric light lingering around the troll's body, making a sizzling sound, and a strong smell of burnt paste permeated the surroundings.

The monster's body collapsed like a crumbling edifice, and before it fell, a pair of giant eyes stared straight at me with incredulous eyes. Under normal circumstances, the demon's recovery power is extremely strong, and ordinary damage cannot kill them, obviously, this is not ordinary damage.

Moreover, I have a strange feeling that I just know where the demon's heart is. I can't see it, I can't hear it, but I just know it.