What is Hero?

To help, to save those who should be helped, to be saved?

To defeat, to get rid of those who should be defeated, to be eliminated?

No!

After countless singing and thousands of years of praise, anyone can become a hero!

Even if, this "hero" is not perfect, and it doesn't even need to be real......

Help?

Save?

Defeat?

Dispel?

People are forgetful, and if no one keeps telling in their ears, no matter what kind of help, how to save, how much sacrifice to defeat, what price to pay...... After all, it will be buried by time and forgotten. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

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"So, the world isn't fair, isn't it?"

"So, you hate the world?"

"So, you want to destroy the world?"

"So, need my help?"

"So...... Go wake me up......"

......

The sound echoed in his ears, and Krees awoke from his sleep.

Cold sweat soaked through the quilt, but there was only that voice in my head, the existence that I couldn't see, but could hear.

"Again...... This dream?"

Wheezing, Krees reached out and fumbled for a moment on the head of the bed, lighting the oil lamp.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally decided, got up and went to the bookshelf next to the bed, and pulled out a heavy, worn-out book.

When I opened the book, I saw that it was densely filled with annotations, and Krees didn't even need to look at it, but simply flipped through it twice before finding what he was looking for.

......

The cold rain of early winter seems to freeze in the next second.

But neither the biting chill nor the wet clothes had anything to do with it.

Even if it was a violent storm, not a drop fell on it, but it seemed to be 'accidental', avoiding its body and falling directly to the ground.

The battlefield was full of spears and artillery fire.

However, both the sword and the artillery fire have deviated from their original trajectory. Even, the more powerful the attack, the greater the deviation angle.

It's as if "fate" is watching over him, preventing death from coming to his head.

And what about using forbidden spells?

No matter how you deviate, you can't avoid getting hurt!

However......

"Fate" is never fair and favors certain beings.

Thereupon...... Nothing happened.

The forbidden spell did not fall, it remained still in mid-air, still above its head.

Favored by "fate", and dominated by "fate", immortal, immortal, undefeated.

-- This is called "God."

And only a very few people can break the existence of "fate" and put an end to it.

-- This is called "the killer of gods".

......

The argument of 10,000 years ago comes from a group of beings who have almost disappeared into the present day, but have shone in the long river of history - magicians.

Krees is a mage, and not as an apprentice in his studies, but as a true mage who is qualified to emerge from the Mage's Tower.

And this book came from his teacher, which was a farewell gift from him.

"Krees, you are the most proud student of my life, and I believe that your poetry will be sung on the continent of Igura in the near future!

The proud voice of the teacher involuntarily reverberated in his mind, but the truth ......

When he left the mage tower in the middle of the jungle and returned to his hometown of Tulha, he found that magic was needed in this era, but not magicians......

Disappointed?

No!

It's despair!

He was confused and overwhelmed.

What is the purpose of working hard since childhood, and what is the meaning of one's own efforts?

No! Not at all!

Thus, a supposedly proud magician became a humble farmer, and in the blink of an eye it had been seven years.

However......

"Seven years...... Same dream every night......"

"Apart from the 'gods' who control 'fate', what kind of existence can do it?"

"Or rather, what kind of beings would do this other than the sealed 'gods'?"

Stroking the yellowed paper on the book, Krees muttered to himself in a somewhat distracted manner.

"But what's the point? I'm just a magician who should have been buried by history and forgotten......"

"I don't need to care about it, I don't need to change it. ”

"I just have to accept it, get used to it...... That's it. ”

Krees said, slowly closing the book.

However......

"Acceptance?"

"Or should I call it endurance?"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly came from behind Krees.

Subconsciously, Krees raised his palm and gathered a fist-sized fireball in his palm.

But before the fireball could be launched, a withered palm slapped into Krees's palm.

The next moment, the purple light shone brightly, and the purple flames instantly engulfed the fireball in Krees's palm.

Kreston was stunned, but not because his magic had been broken, but because the purple flame had no temperature!

Yes, if it weren't for the fact that this flame was right in front of you, whether it was through the texture of the skin or the fluctuation of magic power, this purple flame would not seem to exist!

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"Incomprehensible, isn't it?"

"Because it's not magic, it's 'fate'. ”

So said the owner of the flame.

As soon as the words fell, the flames in the palm of the palm were like a purple python, and they spread to Kress's whole body in an instant!

The next moment, screams filled with terror echoed.

And then......

"Come, accept the baptism of fate, and fulfill the duty that fate has given you...... Go ahead...... Go to Saint-Wald, go in search of ...... Voger Discarlo Payne ......"

......

Seven years, seven years have passed since Stick's disappearance.

Wooger inherited the position of Night Paladin and became the new ace of the Templar Order.

However, Wooder was not very happy about this.

It's hard to understand, what I used to think about in my sleep didn't feel much emotion after getting it.

It's just that what you gain is far less than what you lose.

"Wooger ......"

"Vogue Discarlo Payne ......"

A low, hoarse voice abruptly woke Wooder from his thoughts, and the next moment, Wooder left Stitch's room, and as if he knew where the source of the call was, he walked straight out of the basement to the ground, and looked through the windows of the castle towards the castle square.

And in the daylight, a figure stood there quietly.

The figure, dressed in an ordinary gray robe, held a wooden staff that could be found everywhere.

However, that figure exuded a huge amount of magical power, and purple flames were wrapped around it.

The moment Wooger looked at him, he seemed to have noticed Wooger's presence, and slowly raised his head, revealing a sickly and pale countenance.

"There is no smell of blood...... In other words, did you come here without breaking through the garrison?"

"Mike, go to the castle and see what's wrong with the others, why hasn't anyone been alerting?"

However, in the sea of consciousness, there was no response!

"Mike!"

Wooger called out in disbelief, but still.

"It's useless. ”

Suddenly, the figure on the other side spoke again, "This is the Knights Templar's residence, not the Templar Order's residence...... Vogue Discarlo Payne. ”

"You...... Who the hell is it?"

As he spoke, Wu Ge waved his palm, and a giant sword formed by the convergence of shadows appeared in the palm of his hand.

"I said it...... It's useless. ”

"Here you do anything in vain......"

With these words, the voice appeared behind Woo Ge at some point, and grasped Woo Ge's palm with a hand that bloomed with purple flames.

At the end of the day, Woog's Shadow Sword was wrapped in purple flames and disintegrated.

"Because...... This is the beginning of 'destiny'...... You can't do anything but accept it......"

As soon as the words fell, the purple flame suddenly rose, instantly encompassing Wu Ge's entire body.

The next moment, Woode disappeared without a trace, as if ...... There has never been a general ...... in this world at all