Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 1 Countdown to Death

kill!kill!kill!

The end is just ahead!

In order to send the baby in his arms to a safe place, Huang Quan has been fighting for a day and a night, fighting thousands of miles and killing more than ten thousand enemies.

I don't know if it was blood or sweat that fell into the eye sockets, causing the eyeballs to hurt, but Huang Quan didn't dare to close his eyes, let alone wipe them off. In the blood-colored world, he mechanically swung the Silver Moon Spear.

His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, and there were countless wounds all over his body. Due to the excessive blood flow, the wounds had already lost consciousness.

What supported him was the dignity of the prince of the Moon Clan, as well as the nostalgia for that person, even though that person was stabbed to death by himself at the end of his life.

Huang Quan always felt that that person didn't want him to fall down like a defeated man.

kill……

Huang Quan's eyes went dark, and the silver moon spear that pierced half was caught by the weapons of several demon horns, and he lost his strength.

At the moment of desperation, the sky and the earth suddenly trembled, and a stalwart figure walked out of the small forest, with a handsome face, dazzling armor, and a 1.8-meter-long saber.

It's him!

"My feet step out of the flames of war, my hands grip destruction, my name is Rahu!"

Luo Hou raised Jidu and chopped it down with a single blow.

The grove suddenly split in two, countless demon horns and minions turned into blood foam, and clothes flew in the air.

"He's resurrected again!"

"Wujun Luohu is resurrected, run!"

"Uh~poof~ah!"

There were screams one after another, and those who survived only regretted the loss of two legs, and fled away scrambling.

A crisis was resolved, the baby was still sleeping in Huang Quan's arms, the grove was silent, if it wasn't for the piles of corpses on the ground, Huang Quan really thought that everything was his own illusion.

Huang Quan stared blankly at Luo Hou, just a few days ago, he stabbed the person in front of him to death with a silver moon gun.

"What are you looking at? Come back to Heaven with me."

"I killed you."

"I also killed a lot of people from your Moon Clan, so it's evened out, and you will be my brother from now on."

"brother?"

Huang Quan still couldn't believe it, or didn't dare to face it, he wiped off the blood on his face, and said, "I'm going to send this baby to Hanguang Yishe."

Luo Hou glanced at the baby on Huang Quan's chest wrapped tightly with cloth strips. This was not Ah Dou, but someone more important than Ah Dou.

"Take him back to Tiandu together."

Before Huang Quan could express his objection, Luo Hou grabbed him, turned into a ball of light, and brought him and the baby back to Tiandu in an instant.

Tiandu, the former capital city.

After two wars, now only the dilapidated city and the lonely hall remain.

People, those who die die, those who surrender descend, and those who flee escape.

"Give me the Son of God, and you will heal your wounds."

Huang Quan had a lot of questions to ask, but inexplicably turned them into one sentence: "Will you breastfeed the baby?"

Luo Hou was silent for a moment: "I won't."

"I do not know either."

Holding the baby in his arms, Luo Hou climbed up to the twin towers soaring into the sky, the blue sky in front of his eyes was clear, and the West Sea was peaceful under his feet.

misery.

Ok.

Just now, he traveled to the world of Perak and became the Martial Lord Luo Hou.

This is a dangerous world, there are always villains doing things, and there are always aliens who want to invade.

Luo Hou is a heroic figure who ends in tragedy.

He looked at the water of the West Sea under his feet, and countless pictures appeared in his mind:

In the first life, the demon god Xietian Yuwu came to a difficult situation and slaughtered the human race crazily. The Western Wulin was almost extinct.

Luo Hou led his sworn brothers to resist, and under the advice of an expert, he used the blood of [-] people in the Western Martial Forest to build a Blood Cloud Heavenly Pillar, and finally killed Xietian Yuwu.

After that, he proclaimed himself emperor in Tiandu and ruled the world.

The peaceful time didn't last long. When the sons and daughters of the [-] sacrificed people grew up, they accused Luohu of being a tyrant, and all over the country rebelled.

The angry Luohou bloody suppressed the unrest and became a real tyrant.

In the end, two masters killed him with the Shadow God Saber made from Xie Tian Yu Wu's bones.

In the second life, Luohu died with hatred and was revived after a thousand years.

Resurrected, he launched a mad revenge on the plight, slaughtered the Moon Clan, invaded the Central Plains, and forced the two major organizations, Tianxia Fengdao and Sunblind Clan.

Still at the suggestion of that expert, Tianxia Fengdao sent Jun Mansui, the descendant of Luo Adam's righteous brother, to make him feel the long-lost family affection.

Luo Hou, who was influenced by his family, had a weakness, and was ambushed by the righteous way. In order to save Jun Mansui, Luo Hou was seriously injured.

Knowing that he was dying, Luo Hou asked Huang Quan, the prince of the Moon Clan who was lurking beside him, to kill him in order to offset the grievances between the two.

The third world...

There are still ten episodes to live.

Luo Hou sighed. In the third life, he was neither a hero nor a tyrant, but a cleansed villain, rushing in the grove for the plight.

Like many villains, there is no escape from the law of death after cleansing.

Luo Sui silently calculated the date of his death. Although the time system of the plight was chaotic, no matter how he calculated, ten episodes would not exceed half a year.

Tick, tick.

All he heard was the countdown to death.

After Huang Quan cleaned his wound, he climbed to the top of the building and stood behind him.

After waiting for a long time, Huang Quan finally couldn't help but said, "Why don't you talk about philosophy today?"

When the two of them stood on the top of the building before, Luo Hou always asked some boring questions about heroes, people, history, etc., which made Huang Quan scoff.

"Philosophy? Oh, everyone is equal before death."

Huang Quan categorically vetoed it: "You died twice and came back to life, how can you be equal?"

"But I will die a third time, and I will never be resurrected after that."

"Your life can only be taken away by me, and I will never allow you to die again!"

Huang Quan said harshly.

Luo Hou sighed again, not knowing what to say.

"Do you think we can drive me away because we have settled our grievances?"

"Ok?"

"you!"

Seeing Huang Quan blowing his hair, Luo Hou hurriedly asked: "What's under the feet of Tiandu?"

"Western Sea."

"What's in the West Sea?"

"There are one hundred thousand bones."

"What do the bones represent?"

"Self-sacrifice to destroy evil and protect the homeland."

"correct answer."

Huang Quan was stunned.

At this moment, Luo Hou only had one knife in his head, a blue-green knife, the Shadow Sword.

It was this shadow sword that killed himself twice.

If you want to change the plot, let's start with the Shadow Sword... Well, there is also that expert, it's time to meet.

"After coming back this time, you seem to have become another person."

"Have it?"

"The Martial Lord I know never has any fear in his eyes. Even if he makes a mistake, he will go forward! But you are full of worries and doubts in your eyes, just like a frightened bird caught in a snare!"

Luo Hou smiled: "If it continues like before, I will die faster than last time."

"You actually laughed?"

"If you want to hold the throat of fate, start by laughing."

The moment he opened his eyes, he understood the meaning of his time travel: to give the hero time, instead of using time to annihilate the hero.

(End of this chapter)