A dark green armored personnel carrier, completely out of this era, is racing wildly.

In the midst of the bumps, Mayuki was already aware of the car's superior performance, and she was fascinated by the roar of the powerful engine.

"Humph......"

With a slight snort of satisfaction, it sounded in the carriage: "General's daughter, you seem to recognize the superior performance of this car." I'm happy with that. ”

True Bow didn't intend to give it a good look: "How does your car compare to the mechanical life of Sky City?" ”

That's still not as good as that.

If nothing else, the 'Hammer Destroyer' patrolling the Grand Square of the Secret Rite is awesome......

But the demons of war are unwilling to admit the gap.

Its "Alteration Technique" has limitations, and it must understand the structure of the object in order to make changes.

It has not seen the detailed design drawings of the Hammer Destroyer, nor has it been disassembled and assembled by hand, so it cannot be changed for the time being.

Between gallops, the wind bones are always silent.

To be exact, after seeing the "memories" sent by the war demons, she fell into thought.

She finally couldn't hold it anymore and couldn't help but speak: "True bow...... And Mr. War Demon, there's one thing I don't know if I want to mention. ”

True Bow looked at her, "What's wrong?" ”

The war demon smiled: "Corporal Wind Bone, you can say it boldly." Whether the general's daughter would like to hear it, I don't know; But it's important for me to hear from the front-line combatants in the war, so that the commander can grasp the real battlefield and thus build the victory. ”

"Then I said ......"

After a moment's deliberation, Feng Gu decided to start from the beginning.

"You know, my 'Afterlife' is an inheritance skill. I got it from my mother, and I got all the corpse golems that all the elders had collected. Among them, there is a corpse that bears a strong resemblance to the 'Twain Mullen'......"

Twain Mullen?

Is it the grandson of the Transfiguration?

The War Demon and True Bow were silent, and Wind Bone had already begun her performance.

She cast a spell directly in the carriage, summoning a corpse golem from her corpse soul realm—

Corpse puppets of the Twelve Realms!

Necromancer is a special profession, and the combat ability of the corpse golem basically determines the strength of the necromancer.

Wind Bone is now only seven realms, and logically speaking, her mana is not enough to summon a corpse puppet of twelve realms.

It's just that after Zuo Chang's development, her mana ceiling has been significantly improved.

Now, she can summon the corpse golems of the Twelve Realms, but she can't make them fight-

The corpse golems themselves have no mana, and they need wind bones to "inject energy" into them.

If there is a gap in cultivation, there will be a gap in the quality of mana.

Injecting the thin mana into the corpse puppet of the Twelve Realms is like adding unrefined crude oil to the fuel tank of a car, and it will shut down at the slightest fire.

"Huh?"

As soon as the corpse puppet of the Twelve Realms appeared, it immediately let out a puzzled sound.

He raised his face and looked at Feng Gu with godless eyes: "Incredible...... The Wind Soul seems to have a great descendant, and you, who are only in the Seven Realms, actually summoned me? ”

Wind Soul.

Wind bones don't know how many generations of ancestors.

The corpse puppet continued to raise his palm, sensing the thin mana that maintained his existence: "But this level of mana, you can't let me assist in the battle." What is your name? ”

Feng Gu bowed his head to her corpse puppet: "I am Feng Gu, how good are you seniors......"

"I'm nothing more than a necromancer, your summon. You don't have to be so polite to me. The corpse puppet looked at the cramped carriage, "Tell me to come out, what are you doing?" ”

True Bow looked at the corpse puppet in front of him.

Not too much like that.

The corpse puppet in front of him was about thirty or less than forty.

He exuded a cold and gloomy aura all over his body, and he didn't know if it was like this before he was alive or after he died.

A scar on his face, apparently caused by a sharp object, spread from under his left eye to his chin, and even split his lips, which was unusually hideous.

The grandson of the old Mullen that he had seen earlier in his "memory" was no more than twenty-five years old at best.

Moreover, the grandson of old Mullen is full of spirit, exuding youthful vitality all over his body, and his face is even more flawless.

But......

It's really similar, most likely the same person.

True Bow asked, "Your Excellency, are you—Twain Mullen?" ”

The corpse golem looked at it with a blink of an eye: "You know my name?" ”

Wait, do you say......

The corpse golem walked over to the car window and looked out.

After seeing the mountains wrapped in blood-red mist in the distance, his eyes widened, and he said in a lost voice: "Blood Mist Ridge?!" This is...... Could this be ......?"

The Old Golden Empire?!

"Senior ......"

A cry of pain rang out from behind him.

Feng Gu frowned, and said, "Senior...... Please restrain your emotions...... My mana isn't enough to sustain your anger, and I'm almost out of breath now. ”

The pungent breath spreads.

The war demon remained silent and took the initiative to provide mana to the wind bones, relieving her pain.

Twain Mullen couldn't calm down.

It took a full half minute for his quivering pupils to calm down.

He let out a long breath, looked at the real bow and said, "I am Twain Mullen, the last 'human hero' of the old Golden Empire. Ma'am, please tell me where we are now, I don't understand what we are going through, why am I seeing the Blood Mist Ridge again? Don't...... After many years, the 'Blood Mist Mutation' has come again? ”

……

……

"I see...... The gods made my time a competition......"

In the carriage, Twain Mullen nodded and muttered to himself.

He smiled slightly and said, "Although I have long since died, I have also learned about the follow-up of the old golden empire through the mouths of the masters of the past generations. It's destroyed, right? ”

True Bow nodded: "Yes." Everything is gone, and there's nothing to regret about that. ”

"Huh...... That's right. But I always wonder if if there really was a 'Last Hero' at that time, the outcome would have been different. ”

Mullen's gaze was serene, as if he was expecting something and regretting something.

It seems to be just an ordinary narrative.

He continued: "At the very least, the resistance of my companions and I would not be so hopeless. We fought against demons and our own despair - it will pass, it will get better, we comfort each other so much, and we die one after another, and I am lucky that I met Miss Storm Soul before I died, and I continue to live in the form of a necromantic puppet. ”

“？？”

True Bow and Wind Bone glanced at each other, and she asked, "There is no last generation of braves?" ”

Twain Mullen nodded, "No." I don't know why, when later generations talk about the final chapter of the old Golden Empire, they will invent a brave man...... There may be a story where demons appear, there must be a brave man, otherwise it won't be exciting enough! Although the so-called last brave man did not bring victory in the story. ”

It's-

The oral statements of the parties should be more reliable than the so-called "historical materials".

Or did the last brave man appear after Twain Mullen's death?

True Bow asked again, "What about the 'Sword of the Brave'?" In whose hands is it? ”

At this moment, Malen frowned puzzled.

He asked, "Sword of the Brave?" What is Sword of the Brave? ”

(End of chapter)