Donner felt that his twenty-three years of life in another world were like a dream, about to end in the decisive battle outside the city of Coennas, and then wake up and return to that strange world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is clearly a delusion.

It was Una who really had a long dream.

For nearly ten years, she has lived in a cocoon of consciousness woven by herself, the outside world is hazy and obscure, vague and difficult to discern, and the meaning is unclear, only the world in the cocoon is clear and clear, pure and true.

Since the day the dream began, Una has been doing almost the same thing—tearing down the red shimmers that make up the cocoons one by one and constructing them into a familiar shape.

At first, Una didn't know why she wanted to build such a giant red tower around it, but she just relied on her instincts to do it, and it seemed that if she didn't, she would waste this dense cocoon.

Later, she vaguely remembered that the young master taught her to do this, and once it was done, the young master would definitely be very happy and satisfied.

For a while, there were always people around to disturb Una, and when she was distracted, the little red tower that she had worked so hard to build would collapse and dissipate. At such times, she would go crazy and cry incessantly.

Later, everyone seemed to know that Una was doing something very important, and no longer bothered her, so the small red tower became higher and higher, and the more complicated it became, the original hexagonal base was nested and connected with countless layers, and the red shimmer on the tower was too dense to look like a smooth metal barrier.

Finally, one day, Una was in a daze at a red shape that was extremely complex, amazingly perfect, but indescribably strange.

The white cocoons that shrouded her were still there, just a little cold from taking away a small fraction of the red element, but Una didn't know what to do next.

The red model in front of her was countless times more complex than the one that the young master had taught her, and it was Una who evolved it into what it was now, purely by intuition. But at this point, her inspiration disappeared completely, as if the slightest change would affect the perfection of the model.

She made a natural decision - to tear it down and start all over again.

The second time it came to this, the third time, the fourth time...... Each time it took less and less, but the result was the same.

As if falling into an endless loop with no exit, Una keeps circling around a certain line in the maze, and it seems that she will never be able to get out.

She couldn't remember how many times she had gone around in circles, how many times she had put together that familiar red model, how many times she had toppled it and started over, until in the end she had forgotten what she wanted to do, and was only driven by instinct.

Until a voice sounded in her ears intermittently.

“...... Dona Wayne ...... This sword ......"

Una seemed to have heard something like that somewhere, something that was important to her, or something crucial in it.

But her consciousness was shrouded in the pale blue cocoon, and she couldn't tell who was speaking.

Una suddenly became anxious, desperate to break through the cocoon and get out.

As soon as this thought arose, the cocoon that only existed in her consciousness suddenly exploded in all directions, turning into boundless multicolored silk threads, and then gathered into five brightly colored clouds, floating over Una's sacred sea.

The sun shone from the sky, shining on the slightly beating eyelashes, and smeared with a beautiful golden glow.

The wind blew from his side, gently blowing his long hair, and the fine fluff on his arms seemed to be rippling with the wind.

The wind smelled of grass, blood, charcoal, metal, and magical elements.

Sharp swords clashing, chaotic footsteps, and shouts of primal impulses filled with primal impulses were heard.

All the sensations returned, far sharper and more direct than they remembered.

When she woke up, Una stood on the tower of the west wall of Cohenas, watching the rain of fire falling from the sky in the distance, the tall figure jumping from the fire, the golden sword of fighting energy, a back that was too familiar to be familiar, and a fire staff that slowly fell to the ground......

Without a moment's hesitation, she turned and ran towards the bottom of the tower, huddled in the crowded army, and ran out of the west gate, and ran into the battlefield outside the city.

Lucia and Layla, on the other hand, are so caught up in the danger in the distance that they don't even notice Una's actions.

......

"Una!"

Hearing the long-lost "young master", when he turned his head to look at the girl in a red dress, Donner was almost so excited that he burst into tears.

But then, his heart throbbed as if he had been grabbed alive.

"Run, Run, Run, Run, ......Run, Dwarven reinforcements are already on their way!"

Donner shouted hoarsely as he squeezed out the last vestiges of Azure Fighting Qi and rushed towards Jesse.

The giant Jesse waited solemnly for him to rush up, and the fighting spirit once again diffused from his tall body, only slightly dimmer than at the beginning.

Donner didn't know that it was God's punishment of the giant city-state that created such a formidable enemy in front of him.

When he saw that hellish apocalyptic scene, the giant Jesse relied on his premonition of danger to hide in the thousands of years of escape secret passage under the city lord's mansion, and survived with an unimaginable desire to survive, but after suffering the heart-wrenching pain, he broke through to the knight realm that no one had ever reached.

At this time, the giant Jesse, even if the two paladins of the lion Patin and the barbarian Goth joined forces, they were not opponents. In the entire northern hemisphere of Rand Star, he was the only one who could withstand such a continuous bombardment of legendary magic just now without falling.

But even so, in the face of Donner, who was rushing towards him with a sword, Jesse didn't dare to be careless. He was going to watch this seemingly gentle man suddenly turn into an ethereal blue shadow, or cast some earth-shattering magic again.

The first time they met face to face, in just a few minutes, Jesse already saw the other party as the most dangerous enemy. No matter how weak this enemy is, he does not dare to be careless.

Even if it is a lion fighting a rabbit, you must go all out - this is the motto of Jesse who can step on countless corpses and achieve hegemony. This time, however, he was wrong.

Donner really doesn't have a backhand anymore. He forced himself and rushed towards Jesse, just to buy a little time for Una, Richard, and Lucia, though that might not help. But as Donner often said.

Always give it a try.

In order to keep Una and the others alive, he had to give it a try.

The sword in his hand dragged weakly backwards, his feet stumbling, and he would trip over the knight's corpse on the ground almost at any moment.

But the more this happened, the more cautious Jesse became, and his full attention was on him, paying attention to the hand-raising as he took every step...... So much so that when a small white fireball grazed past Donner and almost flew in front of him, he was startled by the burning sky momentum it contained......