“…… Well? ”

Polenna was surprised.

"It was a blockade that fell from the universe, and after I used it badly, I muttered, 'It would be nice to see the moon in my hometown.'"

The blacksmith said casually:

"I don't know why, but the demon sent a message: What is the moon?"

Then she immediately widened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, and introduced the moon very gently and patiently: "

"It's a moon that orbits the planet, and it reflects the sun's light at night, so it's not really useful, but it gives the planet four seasons, the polar day and night, the north and south poles and the north pole will be an iceberg, and it controls the tides......"

"Actually, the moon has no use, but people will involuntarily give it love, longing, purity, demonism, madness and other messy things."

"What a ridiculous thing, it's a satellite, and the Dragon satellite can pass without the moon. Simply ridiculous, but ......"

The blacksmith was silent for a moment, looked up at the purple canopy, clenched his fists, and said in confusion:

"I said to her, 'That sounds good.'"

"She said okay, then you can go and see the moon for me."

"Then she died, her neck crooked, and the blood turned into Elijah, which I injected into her body and healed her injuries. It's so prosaic and dead. ”

The blacksmith looked at the sky and said:

"I don't know why, there are not a hundred or eighty dead blockades in my hands, but the only thing I remember is the girl—I can't remember what she looked like, and I can't remember her name."

"Only the moon she chanted."

"To this day, I still can't forget it."

Polena looked at him, and her heart immediately cleared.

She walked up, stood face to face in front of the blacksmith, and said earnestly:

"Because you haven't seen the moon with your own eyes."

“…… I have this thing in my memory. ”

"That's different." Polena smiled and said, "Uncle Blacksmith understands a lot of things, but you deny them all of them, although you seem empty and pessimistic about everything - but all this is based on your deep understanding of them. ”

"In other words—"

The blacksmith lowered his head, looked at Polena, and listened to her speak eloquently:

"Uncle Blacksmith, you never deny the meaning of things you don't understand."

"I ......"

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, Uncle Blacksmith, your pain comes from knowing too much and too thoroughly, and this era has not yet been born to explain your thoughts and bring you solace and sustenance."

Polena smiled:

"To put it simply: you're too smart, the world hasn't caught up with you."

Seeing that the blacksmith was about to deny himself, Polena immediately waved her hand:

"I know what you think, you think it's impossible, but there is always such a thing happening in the world: a prophet ahead of his time, doing civilized and progressive actions in a backward era."

The evening breeze swept through Gufeng Village, and from a distance, the village and town were so bright.

"The root of your suffering is probably due to your lack of personal ability and your over-the-top vision. If you're a little more relaxed with yourself, try to see yourself as the person you are in the moment. I think the world isn't so good, but at least it's a lot worse than it used to be. ”

The wind pulled up Bolena's blonde hair, and she bloomed quietly like a rose:

"You don't have to attribute the suffering of the whole world to your own inadequacy."

She smiled slightly:

"After all, you're a blacksmith, uncle."

"You are kind and simple, but you have endured disasters that you shouldn't have suffered, but it doesn't matter, the real suffering should have been borne by our high-ranking families."

"As for you, uncle, before you fall into nothingness, go see the moon."

The blacksmith's pupils shrank, and he was about to get up.

Gravitational distortion freezes space-time!

Rumble!

In the stagnant space-time, a pale green vortex descended from the sky without hindrance, engulfing Polena completely.

Smack!

Polena's skull exploded.

Smack!

Fresh green shoots pierced her body and tore outward.

Rumble!

The green shoots quickly decayed, releasing a swamp of gas, and as soon as the blacksmith approached, it exploded violently.

He raised his hand to cover his face, and the flames spread between his fingers, and red blood lines rushed to his face, pouring into his embrace.

[Uncle Blacksmith, let's chase the moon......]

"What, it's not a quality?"

The sound of irritability suddenly rose in the plain.

The fire burned in the meadow after the rain, and the wildly growing jungle parted a path through it, and slowly walked out of a misshapen knight.

He is tall and occupies dozens of square meters of land, and his height of more than twenty meters makes all living things have to look up to him.

He had basically lost his human form, hundreds of long legs forming tracks, supporting his cumbersome body, like a train, moving quickly.

The eyeballs are like fruits, hanging on the branches, and the nails are green leaves, swaying in the wind.

Like a man-eating flower, the arms are connected to the arms, forming grass and vines, and the armor covering the flower-shaped body is exquisite.

The Flower Knight slowed down, and hung down the upper half of the flower bud pitifully, his armor shining brightly, reflecting the lonely figure of the blacksmith.

"Okay, every time it rains, there is a quality? Why didn't I see the whole village when I razed it? ”

He turned his head slightly, noticed the figure of the blacksmith, and immediately asked suspiciously:

"It's strange that I just didn't see the second target, huh? Why do you have the breath of emptiness on your body? ”

He held his chin and shook his head:

"Yes, yes, you have a void breath, I can't find you."

After that, he said angrily:

"No, no, no! Not so! With such a pure void breath, are you also a high table knight? ”

As he spoke, he immediately leaned forward:

"Tell me, you old man who you are, you cucumber-pickled uncle, who are you at the ninth of the noble high table, Gardeen 'Garden'?"

The blacksmith raised his head, and his blue eyes were instantly swallowed by purple.

"-You?!"

Gardern's nails and arms trembled, and he screamed:

"You? You can't be alive! How could it be you?! Number one on the high table—"

He was suddenly quiet again, his shoulders trembling, and he sneered:

"I see, I see! I'll just say where did you get your ability to stand still in time, it turns out that you have been completely swallowed up by the void, it's sad, you are not a 'king'. ”

He opened his arms and mocked indestructively:

"The Void won't choose you, you don't even have your own name, do you? It's so sad that the world is so cruel. You think everyone will have nothing, but the Void will choose at least one seed - it has the Void! ”

"And you? Chief, you've lost even your mask. You are destitute and worthless, and what the Kingdom once gave you is now all taken back by the Void! ”

He gently lifted a human bone tentacle, flicked it casually, in the static time and space, the blacksmith was instantly catapulted hundreds of kilometers, and when he was about to fall to the ground, the landing site instantly collapsed, a huge figure broke out of the ground, Gadden grew out slowly, raised his palm, grabbed the blacksmith, and smashed it to the ground!

Rumble!!!

Smoke billowed as the blacksmith's figure pierced through the dirt and through the rock formations, deep in the oil, and in the dark pools.

"You don't deserve to see the truth, my beloved Chief."

Gardeen said pityingly:

"Don't do things that go against the mainstream."

"Don't do things that go against class."

"Don't do good deeds."

"Nine masks, nine knights, the high table gives you the opportunity to gather all the masks to meet the 'king', not for you to peek into the truth - you look at you, once your glory and wealth and power were above us, and you could overthrow the continent with the touch of a finger - but now? You have no backhand, and you are being teased by one of my hairs......"

The more he talked, the more he felt that something was wrong.

Even if he peeked at his true face, the void completely devoured the chief, leaving him with nothing...... But the aura on his body was not fake.

That kind of rich empty air shows that he is still at the level of a high table.

Will this kind of existence really be knocked down by a single hair of its own?

Grunt......

Oil is surging fast.

Gardern's heart tightened, and he instinctively retreated a few hundred meters, and after realizing his cowardice, he immediately scolded:

"What are you kidding? Chief, uh! That guy has nothing left, and I'm still scared? He's been completely devoured by nothingness, and now I'm completely above him—"

Bang!

The black crude oil sprayed into the sky like a fountain, and the blacksmith's body separated from it, and instantly fell to the ground, spotless.