Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

On the way back to the village, Aran remained silent.

He realized the new power emerging in his body.

Given by the **** who claimed to be the "Evolutionary Flame", the practice named "Evolutionary Flame" is said to be the basic practice of the Eternal Light. It was originally a cyan glow burning in the depths of the soul, but it was very fast. , With the release of Aran's own inner brilliance, the cyan flame gradually turned into a cyan-gold, almost solid lava flow.

The young man raised his arms with long knives, he could sense that in the energy circulation channels in his hands, it was this almost substantial force that flowed through. It could withstand extremely powerful impacts, and could also be transported enough. The supernatural power to cut the sky and the earth.

Aran stretched out his finger. He gently popped his finger and tapped it on the blade. The sword was clanging and buzzing. A song of death without lyrics sounded, and it spread rapidly in the atmosphere, causing the surrounding people The world is full of unstoppable sharp and decisive meaning.

——It varies from person to person, adapts to local conditions, and the flame of evolution is indeed a fundamental practice called innovation that can be popularized in the heavens and all realms.

At this moment, the mighty sandstorm is sweeping the world, and the gray-black sand ball is pressing against the young man who is walking in the wild sand, and the young man raised his head, his eyes condensed, as if reflected in the flashing cyan-gold halo of his eyes. The flaw in this natural celestial phenomenon.

Therefore, he stretched out his long sword and sang the melody in his mouth. Immediately, the bluish-white divine light that was as hot as lava lit up all over him, and the majestic energy was compressed and condensed on the blade.

And the next moment, the violent light burst, a pure blue-white knife light with a rolling shock wave exploded, and the sandstorm in front of him was like a child breathing in front of him in winter, and was dispelled by the white mist. This incredibly shining arc of knife light splits, splits, and turns into fragments, and the blazing divine light that follows is transmitted to dozens of miles away, illuminating the not-distant Huiqiu Village.

"Such power..."

Aran couldn't help being stunned. Such power far surpassed his own limits in the past. Even his father did not reach such a realm, but was blocked by that invisible wall.

Slashing through the celestial phenomena with a single knife, this is the level of a demigod hero surpassing the extraordinary... Even if he used to practice swordsmanship and miracles to the extreme, it was difficult to touch such a realm.

But with the guidance of Zhuzhou, he actually mastered this level of power.

[There is already a huge potential in your body that has not been used]

Elias’s voice sounded, with a faint emotion: [Rather, the “humans” in your world are not ordinary at all, and all have incredible power. Everyone can arouse the power of heaven and earth only by relying on the melody. It’s an unimaginable natural Dao body]

Aran doesn't care where this power comes from, he just knows that no one in Grey Hill Village can stop him now.

However, just when the boy slashed through the sandstorm all the way back to the village.

He suddenly felt that around his hometown, two diametrically opposed, but with almost the same effects of prohibition came.

One is the shadow, stagnation, silence, and gloom, which makes people stop and do not want to approach.

One is the prohibition that is bright, dazzling, shimmering, dazzling, difficult to approach, and wanting to walk around.

Two kinds of prohibition, urged alone, can make ordinary people leave this place subconsciously, intertwined, and can drive everyone under the extraordinary to leave, not to mention that there is a sandstorm at this time, and it is impossible for anyone to break through. This man-made and celestial guidance was heavily blocked, approaching the direction of the restriction.

The direction of Huiqiu Village.

Aran's eyes moved slightly, and the boy raised his head and looked in the direction of Huiqiu Village with awe.

There seemed to be something happening there, a noisy sound was ringing, but because the surrounding sandstorms were too noisy and there was still a considerable distance away, he could hardly recognize it.

"Eve... and Uncle Mozambique, Aunt Casla..."

He whispered to himself that although the village used Eve as a pillar, he was very disappointed, but because his father had passed away long ago, other villagers did not take care of him. He still has feelings for Huiqiu Village.

Now, there was obviously an accident ahead, and Aran's pace was immediately faster.

At the same time.

"Offensive!"

Huiqiu Village is being attacked.

Several light armor sergeants who were burning with flames were roaring, raising their weapons, and rushing towards a monster made of shadows at the entrance of the village.

Some of these monsters are like giant wolves, and some have three-headed snake heads. They are full of waves of gray-black shadows that are visible to the naked eye. You can faintly hear the sad and sad song playing.

Under the guidance of this singing, even the sandstorm covering the village has an eerie and strange charm.

Standing in the middle of the village, the old man holding the development in his hand, he manipulates many shadow puppets to block the charge of these sergeants of light, and the shivering village chief is nearby, reciting a long poem, calling for the growth of vegetation and sprouts, turning into a railing wall. Intent to divide you sergeants.

However, the cooperation and coordination between the sergeants was extremely skillful, and the village chief’s intention to divide was difficult to succeed from the beginning, and many grass-wood walls were broken.

"It seems that this village has been exposed."

The Shadow Messengers were not afraid at the moment, a beheading squad of the Water Fire Temple was enough to deal with the village chief and the unsuccessful Son of Dark Moon, but if they faced themselves, they were still not strong enough.

The only thing that needs to be cautious is reinforcement, but even if it comes to a temple priest, he can't stop him from retreating.

He raised his staff and chanted the hymn of Amos. Immediately, a majestic force fell from the sky, like a vortex of stars, the giant hand of the ether smashed against a sergeant of flames.

The power of this giant hand is unstoppable, and the sergeant of the flame can't dodge, and it seems that he is about to be crushed by the giant hand of Ether.

But a more dazzling light and shadow flashed, and the female captain suddenly appeared. She held a long sword that seemed to be made of crystal and cut it off with a single sword, reaching the palm of the giant etheric hand.

Boom! ! !

The violent explosions spread in all directions, and the female captain and Sergeant Light flew upside down, and the two vomited a mouthful of golden blood, but their complexion did not change much, apparently just a small injury that did not affect the combat effectiveness.

In the village, the villagers shivered, and they did not dare to go out. Whether it was a sandstorm or an ongoing battle, they could be killed in an instant. Now it is just not affected, but if it is affected, there will be no bones left.

At the bottom of the temple, Eve was holding her knees, and she could also feel that there was a terrible shock and explosion coming from the outside world.

In the past, all these sufferings were absorbed and resisted by the man-made son of God. She could not feel the pain, so she naturally agreed.

However, just last time, when fighting against the resentment cluster, she felt the unforgettable coldness and despair for the first time. For the first time, the girl felt an emotion called pain in her heart, but it was difficult to understand how this emotion should be dealt with. .

"Aran..."

Standing up, the blonde girl stood up swayingly, all the spells and chains that originally bound her were broken at once-these mundane things and ordinary spells were simply unable to fight against the son of God who had gathered all the evils in the world.

In the past, it was her own heart that really bound the girl... but now, her heart wants to act.

So act.

And when Eve arrived outside the temple, what she saw was almost crazy battle scenes.

The Shadow Envoy knew that Gray Hill Village had been exposed, so he wanted to retreat, but Sergeant Blaze and his party were not afraid of death.

The village chief was seriously injured at the moment. If it weren’t for the shadow messenger to distribute a shadow servant to his side to help, he would have been beheaded long ago, but on the battlefield, he is not a very important key point, so there is no one to make up. Knife.

The confrontation between light and darkness, the interweaving of light and shadow, this grand battle, the tragic fight, behind it is the general trend of the world formed by the confrontation between the kings of light and darkness.

Those Sergeants of Light who are going to kill the enemy firmly believe that they are righteous; and those shadow messengers who dominate many shadow servants naturally do not feel that they are so weak and strong.

They are all friendly and caring to their own people, they are all kind to their compatriots, they all hate the enemy very much, and they all worship the gods sincerely.

——It's weird.

However, you should have been able to touch many people with disabilities, but in Eve's eyes, all the brilliance and impassioned skin were stripped off.

She only saw nonsense.

"Why should they let others and gods define their own happiness?"

The girl thought: "Even Aran, although he has not asked me, he still wants me to find my own happiness."

"Not the happiness required by the gods."

Why should light and darkness be opposed? Why do light and shadow confront each other? Does the fight between the Shadow Messengers and Sergeants of Light really make sense? If from the beginning, all this is false, the King of Light and Darkness has no hatred and opposition at all. Their hatred is just a fake scene, just to pretend to be a drama on the stage...

Then...

"Does all this make sense?"

"Does all this make sense?"

Arran, who hurried to the entrance of the village, had the same doubts as the girl.

He watched in astonishment at the battle between Sergeant Flame and Shadow Puppets and messengers. Many powerful puppets were beheaded and the sergeants were seriously injured. The four most powerful Sergeants of Flame were besieging the old man holding the staff, old man. There were already several **** wounds on the body. The dark shadows originally wanted to heal those wounds, but the immortal light scars prevented this self-healing.

But the old man waved and developed, a symphony like the roar of stars was set off, Amos chants sounded, the violent etheric power condensed, and a sergeant of flame was caught in an instant, and the rotating shadow nebula shattered his body, like It was a towel that was wrung out, and blood and visceral fragments leaked out of the cracks in the body like water.

Blood spattered, flesh and blood flew across the village, corpses were scattered all over the village, and several houses had been destroyed, and ordinary people among them would be hardly spared.

Fortunately, the battle between the two sides has entered the wasteland, and there is already a long distance from the village. Otherwise, the entire Grayhill Village has been plunged into hell.

"Why."

Holding the long knife in his hand tightly, the young man who came all the way to cut the wind watched this scene. He was puzzled: "My god...you said that the dispute between light and shadow, day and night is false... why do they still Fighting so fiercely?"

The young man who grew up in this village had never seen such a fierce religious war. He had only fought against a few monster invasions at most. He couldn't understand how anyone would give his life for the false contradiction of the gods.

Even if they don't know it, it's also life-why? Why will God allow it, and God will watch everything and not hinder it?

It is clear that everything arises from them, and everything is born of them, why can they watch these deaths so indifferently and mercilessly? !

"They... how can this be?"

"Aren't they gods? Why do things like this happen?!"

He roared, with the juvenile paranoia in his early teens, and the purest anger.

[Because the gods of this world have never agreed with anyone. And, Aran, you may think that correctness is the norm in this world, right? But it’s not actually]

And Elias’s voice sounded, and he solemnly responded: [In this world, it is true that it is rare to say who is right and who is wrong, but there are indeed some people and things that can be called truly wrong]

The gods actually made the same mistakes as Aran.

In the past, Elias, because of Su Zhou, thought that there were many people with correct beliefs in the multiverse... But until he himself started to travel in the multiverse, he saw many people and people in the pioneering space. After the fact, I learned that wrong things are more common.

Therefore, this world needs to be correct.

"What is it that can be regarded as wrong?" Aran asked puzzledly.

God answered: [That’s too much. More than 90% of the things in the world are wrong, but because everyone is wrong, it doesn’t really matter.]

[There are so-called people who are clearly wrong, but think they are right]

"My God, can it be revealed to me?"

[Then, let me tell a story that is very popular literature]

Responding to the request of his apostle, the deity told something he had witnessed in the pioneer space.

[A young man and his teacher were studying martial arts in the deep mountains. Because the teacher made a marriage contract and entered the world, he didn’t care about the marriage contract. He just wanted to find an excuse to go out and see the world, but who knew that the other party to his marriage contract was a A large aristocratic family, and the eldest daughter who originally signed the marriage contract wants to marry another large family for political reasons, so she wants to regret the marriage]

[The boy didn’t care about the marriage contract, he wanted to regret the marriage, but the big family didn’t care about the boy’s thoughts at all, and assumed that the other party wanted to take advantage of the marriage contract, so he scorned and humiliated the boy who came to visit. Will drive him out of the door and drive him away]

[Although the young man is a little upset, he doesn’t care about the marriage contract, so he hasn’t been here before, and he’s going to travel to the mainland.]

[But the nobleman thought that there is such a person who has a marriage contract with their eldest lady who lives in the world and has a bad connection with political marriage, so he has to harass all the things the teenager does-he wants to practice martial arts. He was sent to prevent him from going to the martial arts gym. He wanted to study, so he could not join the academy. He wanted to join the adventure team, and the adventure team was threatened not to accept him]

[Finally, this great nobleman will kill this boy for possible future benefits]

The **** said: [Can you see from this story what is right or wrong? 】

"They don't communicate and don't speak well."

Aran took a deep breath, he calmed down, thought for a while, and said: "They originally only needed to communicate with each other and know each other's thoughts, so that both parties can get together and get together."

"Vocabulary insults may just be bad tutoring, but if you kill someone, it is a big mistake... and all of this stems from the original sin of arrogance, thinking that it is a powerful existence, and is unwilling to understand other people's hearts."

Speaking of this, Aran suddenly realized something, he raised his head and looked up to the sky.

On the dust-filled sky, at the top of the sky, in the pantheon of day and night where the gods live...Why are those gods willing to understand the hearts of mortals?

In this multiverse, how many strong people are willing to lean down and listen to the voices under the sky?

[Most importantly, they thought they were right]

Elias’s voice sounded, awakening Aran, who was staring at the sky, and he calmly said: [They think that all the martial arts teenagers have done is hateful, so he should be humiliated obediently, and take the initiative to regret marriage, obediently. Controlled, suppressed, and even killed by them]

[Because the existence of the martial arts boy prevents them from gaining greater benefits, they hate and feel that it is the other party’s fault and the other party deliberately hindered-even if the martial arts boy actually did nothing, he is just alive]

"What about the final outcome?"

Aran was silent for a while, and there was a vague voice calling in his heart, and he suddenly thought of Eve.

——Isn’t that true for Eve? She is just alive, but because she has no parents, she becomes a human pillar. Her happiness is regarded as a mistake and is completely obliterated and trampled on...

Not only that, not just Eve in this life, but more, the real Eve, the real reason...

But all this was an instant impulse, like an illusion. Aran resisted the intense sense of sight, and he continued to ask: "The boy has become very strong. He has come back with revenge, or is he killed?"

[Neither]

And Elias’s voice became a little humorous at the moment: [Do you know, why didn’t this incident become a true story in the end? 】

[Because the old man who teaches martial arts in the mountains is actually a swordsman, the old swordsman followed his disciple all the way, he originally wanted to see how long his disciple could endure, and how long he could hone his temperament]

[But who knows, in that great nobleman’s ability to suppress, the young martial artist got an adventure, and when he was about to pretend to be forced to slap his face, it was the old man whose temper was more tense than the young man. In anger, he lifted the handle of the sword. That great nobleman killed all of them]

[Then there is no more. Naturally, this is also wrong. There must be innocent people in the nobility, and they are just suppressing them. They haven't really murdered, and many people are not guilty of death.]

[However, the arrogant person meets the more arrogant person, the mistake is on the wrong, and the weaker always needs to pay a greater price]

Aran was silent. He didn't expect this story to end like this, full of grey humor.

But he still sighed.

Taking advantage of this moment, Elias seemed to tell himself.

[To deal with other correctness, you need to discuss the truth, need to show, and even occasionally have guilt]

He said: [But when dealing with mistakes, don’t be guilty, and don’t want to be reasonable, just draw a knife and cut it off.]

[Where is so much correct in this world? Most people follow their desires, or be deceived and deceived by others, and can truly understand their own truths. Even if they are misunderstood by others and regarded as aliens by others, people who must realize their dreams are never rare]

[Being assimilated by other people is not a bad thing, but at least you have to know which group you belong to, not like them]

[Played by the gods, but don't know it]

After a long silence, Aran weakly asked the last question: "Why, why did the gods do this... Why did they create such a world?"

However, his hand holding the knife pressed tightly on the handle.

[Very simple]

Elias stood beside Aran, God was with his messenger, and he smiled and guided: [They are wrong, so there is no need to understand all the reasons, just like people don’t understand fools— —As a candle, all we have to do is to arrest them all]

[Now, Aran, my messenger, fulfill the agreement between you and me]

[To defeat them, use the right means]

Above the earth.

The shadow messenger is fighting against the flame sergeant who is burning his own life. The shadow around him has condensed into a layer of underworld visible to the naked eye, which forms a wall to block the slashing and cutting of the bright lightsabers in the hands of the three sergeants.

However, suddenly, at the entrance of the village, a breath rose suddenly, making him stare sideways.

"Yes, the young man who awakened the son of Dark Moon to happiness?"

Through the description of the village chief, the shadow messenger can naturally distinguish Aran's identity, but he is a little surprised at the moment: "Weird thing, how did he approach the village?"

The Huiqiu Village at this moment has been flooded with incomparable shadows and divine power of light. The hymns and hymns of the two sides are intertwined between heaven and earth, turning into chaotic melody vortexes. In this chaotic field, ordinary people can only be silent. Because any sound they make will suffer a double divine blow, let alone action.

But Aran was holding a long knife and approached them step by step, as if the melody field that was almost materialized did not exist.

Hum——

But immediately afterwards, both the Shadow Messenger and Sergeant Light heard a slight voice.

It was like a bell that oscillated slightly, and it was like a police siren that was howling sharply.

The immature young man, the trainee candlelight, clenched the long knife in his hand, and for the first time tried to warn the entire world, the gods and their messengers who represent the natural order between heaven and earth.

His knife was burning with a blazing fire, as if to burn all the darkness between heaven and earth.

"What power is that?!"

"The blazing light divine power, but it is not the same as the divine power of the goddess of day..."

"What's the matter, it is clearly the power of light, why is our divine power also suppressed?!"

And the next moment ~www.readwn.com~ a knife is extremely bright, like a burning knife light violently from the young man, it is like a thunder that splits all dark clouds and haze, stabs sandstorms and sky clouds out A hole, a thick cloud layer was directly cut into a crack by this one, and the unparalleled power galloped towards the place where the shadow messenger was!

"You are wrong." There was such a pronouncement from the world above the earth.

"You are wrong."

There was such a voice in the sky, as if there was a huge existence laughing: "Have you heard? The gods of movement, you can stop me for a while, but if you don't correct it, you will lose in my hands."

"Because you do so many injustices, restrain all beings, arbitrarily tamper with fate, interfere with freedom and happiness, and even the right to dream."

The rumbling roar came from the sky that no one could touch, accompanied by the angry war roars of the gods, but the laughter was still clear and bright, with determination: "So all should be arrested!"

Like the thunder that shook the dark clouds.