The early morning sun tried to heal the scars of the forest, the storm had long since stopped, and the forest was full of traces of the storm's raging. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 A gentle breeze blew, and a few green leaves fell from the broken branches of the ancient oak tree, and the broken leaves swirled and fell, hitting the hard blue shell and falling straight down.

The monster was still standing, motionless in the same way it had been screaming last night. The purple compound eyes reflect the morning sun, and the blue shell has a metallic sheen, leaving no doubt that it is as hard as steel. A few tiny cracks, spreading over the seemingly hard shell, another breeze blew, and a few more fallen leaves touched it.

This seemingly insignificant impact caused cracks to spread rapidly across the shell. The monster was like a piece of porcelain shattered by a hammer, its chitin shell shattering into countless pieces as the cracks spread, and disappeared with the wind. In the blink of an eye, there was no sign of its existence except for fresh scars on the ground, overwhelmed weeds and dirt pits.

Old life passes away and new life is born.

This is the endless cycle of nature, being a member of the cycle. The newborn opened her eyes, full of darkness, and she subconsciously took a breath, but felt herself inhale a cold liquid. The fear of drowning made her vomit, only to find that her lungs were already filled with fluid, and she was like a fetus in her mother's womb.

After confirming that she would not die, she began to carefully touch her surroundings, and found that she seemed to be in a small space, inexplicably repressive filled her heart, and she was inherently unable to stand the restraints.

So the newborn subconsciously pushed hard with both hands, and the crisp clicking sound reached her ears, and the prison was more fragile than she imagined. The blinding sunlight shone through the breach in front of her eyes, blocking her eyes. The pale green liquid poured towards the breach, and the fragile breach expanded rapidly, and the flowing liquid carried her, surging towards the breached of light, to the world of light.

The newborn was washed to the verdant grass in a panic, the fresh air after the rain poured into her nostrils, her lungs contracted violently, squeezing the liquid out of it, and after spitting up the last drop of liquid, she sat up and looked down at her palms curiously, like all babies trying to make sense of the world.

The midday sun fell on her snow-white body, making her seem to be surrounded by a faint halo, like a bright and cold moonlight, she looked very beautiful at this time, it was a beauty that did not have any desire, was pure, and was not polluted by the world. She was covered in red fruits, and her delicate white skin was like snow on a moonlit night. The wet silver hair was spread out like a white waterfall floating in the road, and the silver hair was spread along the slender back, covering the slender waist.

She staggered to her feet, stretched her soft body, the curves of that body already had an obvious fleshy feeling, Chiguo's breasts protruded slightly, no one would doubt that she would be a plump and charming girl in the future, her arms were delicate, and she could faintly see the pulse beating slightly.

The white girl began to try to walk, her long, straight legs supporting her staggering forward. Suddenly, a cat meow came from below, and she looked down to see a wet kitten. Its grey and white coat color shows a mixture of blood, and there is no doubt that it is a mutt cat that can be found everywhere on the streets.

It crouched, letting out a barrage of disgruntled cries.

She decided to ignore it for some reason, and the white girl turned her head to see where she had come from, one of the first curiosities of intelligent beings.

An ancient tree came into her eye, with a large breach in it, and light green juice slowly flowed out of it, and she stepped forward to see what was inside, when a cold light caught her attention.

Her gaze shifted to the light source and saw an ancient tombstone with a pair of crossed scimitars stuck in front of it. Even a storm that can break a small tree can't make the scimitar move half a minute.

The white girl walked over curiously, crouched down, and carefully observed the scimitar and the tombstone, although after a long time, the strip of cloth that used to wrap around the handle of the knife had long since disappeared without a trace, but the blade was still as bright as ever, and the blade reflected the cold light. A chain of fine gold connects the metal bracelet to the hilt, and at the intersection of the two edges, a dusty ruby necklace hangs from it.

She couldn't help but gently stroke the hilt of the knife, the dull yellow-gray gem on the hilt, after being touched by the onion finger, suddenly emitted a faint fluorescence, like a sudden beating of the heart, and the scimitar woke up from seventy years of sleep with a slight shock. A sense of familiarity came over her, and she reached out and grasped the hilt firmly, easily pulling out the scimitar that had been erected for seventy years, and the ruby necklace was wrapped around her wrist and swayed, the dust on it falling and the gem shining again in the sun.

She cast her eyes on the tombstone, which, despite the erosion of the years, was as clear as the one it had just been carved.

Fragments of memories buried in the depths of her mind surfaced, and she looked at the words on the tombstones, reading them intermittently: "Here is the burial ground........ Rats in the sewers, Berwick City..... Nightmares, Overseers with Swords, Ashes ......... Officer--Arcanis, you can also.... To call her Alina. She excepted.... Knowing nothing but self-deception, pathetic.......... Is it until death........ She didn't know the truth until now..... Be yourself. ”

Coldness, loneliness, and remorse attacked the newborn through words, and her heart was occupied by bitter coldness. She couldn't help but hug herself and try to dispel the sudden cold, until the bitter cold was gone. The white girl found herself left two lines of cold tears. Curiously, she rubbed some with her fingers and tasted it, the bitterness spreading across her tongue to the base of her tongue.

She didn't know why she felt cold and lonely, she grabbed the little milk cat that followed her, and held it to her chest, the latter rested the cat's head on her soft chest with satisfaction, and the fluffy touch made her feel that the cold of loneliness was farther away from her.

"Ah..... Pander to.. Kanis?" she read her name intermittently as she looked at the inscription.

She thought for a moment and lowered her head and called softly, "Alina?"

The little milk cat raised her head dissatisfiedly and barked: "Maoli~~"

"Lena the Cat?"

"Meow Li~~?"

"Meow Li?"

.............

Meaningless questions and answers until the kitten successfully calls out "Melly".

"Melly?"

The little milk kitten named Melly nodded and continued to put her head on her soft chest, although it lost a husky barbecue, Arcanis did not forget it, it knew that with Arcanis, sooner or later there would be husky meat to eat. Just as it was fantasizing, it suddenly felt empty underneath.

It let out a scream and landed firmly on the grass, and it looked up to see Arcanis putting the bracelet attached to the hilt of the knife on his wrist. Arcanis picked up the ruby necklace, and Melly called nervously, but the half-elf ignored it, but looked at it and wrapped it around her wrist, much to Melly's relief.

She clumsily held the scimitar and felt the scimitar tremble with excitement, beckoning Arcanis to wield them again, slicing through the body of her foes with her skill and superhuman agility, sending its blades between the bones of its foes and sending out swaths of crimson blood, leaving them with pain and burning flames.

Fragments of memory emerged from the deep sea of memory, shattered images passed by her eyes, she saw the huge red bull that spewed the flames of death, she saw the rotting zombies crawling with green worms all over her body with a foul smell, she saw many crazy humans dressed in black, and she also saw a pale man with a blood-red sword surrounded by a black wind.

The red bull was driven into the sea by her, the rotting zombies cried and burned to ashes beside her, the humans dressed in black were killed by her one by one, and the pale men were cut off their elbows by her.

But none of them told her the answer she craved.

"Who am I?" she asked herself, but the fragments of memories no longer surfaced.

Arcanis clumsily swung the scimitar a few times, hoping it would tell her the answer. But the scimitar stopped trembling and calmed down.

Who wrote the words on the tombstone?Why do I feel remorse and loneliness?What did I do with a scimitar?Who is Melly at my feet?

And also............. Who am I?

Questions filled her head, intense longing filled her chest, and her chest rose and fell violently.

Arcanis desperately wanted to know who she really was, or the doubts would tear her mind apart. She looked around, and all she saw was the lonely and dilapidated stone houses, the creek that bypassed them, the endless verdant forests, the sun and snow-white clouds hanging above the blue sky.

None of them could tell Arcanis who she was.

After calming down, Arcanis looked at the pair of scimitars in his hand and called out their names,

"Machete. ”

They vanished suddenly, strange and familiar to Arcanis, who felt the magical power of the bracelet on her wrist and thought of the pair of sharp weapons, two scimitars with chains of pure gold, suddenly appearing in her hands.

The half-elf walked to the ancient oak tree, and she climbed the tree to the highest branch, and looked into the distance, where the verdant forest stretched to the intersection of heaven and earth, and several peaks towered over the horizon, like islands on the endless sea.

Arcanis's heart beat with joy, the expanse of the sky had an indescribable attraction to her, and she felt that the answer to her question might be hidden everywhere, perhaps in the hollow of the tree, perhaps under the silver stream, perhaps under some small flower.

She happily jumped off the oak tree and decided to explore the whole world.

In a remote part of the forest, there was no life, like a rotten sore on a beautiful woman's body, and the once lush trees were only bare branches, and the grass was dried up and turned to ashes, revealing the black earth, where no insects and beasts could be heard. A tired black-robed mage yawned as he looked at the stone house he had created, his face covered by a wide hood, and a faint black aura could be seen from it.

He turned his head and looked at the withered trees around him, a thin hand sticking out of his wide sleeve, pale and skin clinging to the bones like the hand of the undead.

Magical spells flowed out from under the hood, the air writhed, the light distorted into an illusion, and from the outside it looked like a living place in the forest, birds chirping in the branches, butterflies dancing among the flowers, and rabbits running across the meadows.

But the black-robed mage was not at ease, he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, and he was burdened with a conspiracy to subvert an empire that occupied nearly a third of the continent.

He was careful all the way, fearing that he would be discovered by the followers of the good gods, and finally came to this remote place, where he could be sure that no one would notice that he was performing teleportation.

It's worth being careful.

The black-robed mage recited the evil spell again, and his old call was transmitted through countless planes to a world full of negative energy and corrosion, and a monster that had signed a contract with him responded to his call and passed through countless planes to this world.

It looked like an enlarged version of a black panther, with three bony tails, muscular muscles, and a black mangled fur that looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and the black-robed mage ordered it to kill any creature it found before resting in the hut.