Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"Seeing through? I don't think seeing through is such a virtue, like a kid, Nid Hogg? I feel so ashamed when I hear it."

"You don't show shame in your half-dead look." The translucent Yakumoya ignored the latter's more gloomy face, and he was more irritable than Lukado.Looking at the samurai sword floating in front of him, he used magic power to simulate the restoration, but the crack was so glaring.

"It's the first time it's broken..." It's so completely ruined... Yakumoya's heart is the worst.

"Where can I find a son to fix it for me?" Mumbling to himself, he stared at the fragments of Yan Mo Dao in a daze.

"Why don't you just use yourself? Nero can repair the knife because of the blood of Sparta, and you have that too." As for the power of the bloodline, he should have the most say as a blood lord.

"The world is broken, how do you ask me to fix it?" Swipe his fingers to open the system list. He has already found a lot of information on repairing weapons, and the most reliable way is to find them in other worlds.

"You need to go to the dungeon." Without looking up, the black king was actually paying attention.

"If the main body doesn't go, how can we get away so far. Judging by how much he cares about Huang Ya now, we may have to wait for a while for the next copy."

"Then you just wait, your favorite is gone, and you are still rebellious, just wait until that chuunibyou thinks about it." Lucado drank up the wine and stood up.A light gate appeared behind him.

"I'm going to finish the Lord of Shadows, call me if you need anything."

Hei Wang raised his hand and waved it, his eyes were still on the book.

"You still have tasks, don't think about the knife."

"Okay, work hard." The translucent body disappeared completely, leaving only the black king and the huge display screen.

Crash, the sound of gently turning pages is very obvious here.

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······ Once again, I had that dream.

Collapsed buildings, leaden gray clouds, corpses everywhere, and that figure standing in a sea of ​​flames, embarrassed but still proud.

There were a total of twelve broken long knives, and the remnants of eight were inserted in eight directions of the ruins, and the remaining four were shattered into pieces like those ordinary weapons on the ground, and they were never found again. Back to the original appearance.

Bronze-colored blood spurted from the wound on the wrist like a fountain, splashed to the ground, and ignited false flames.

The mask had already been split in half at some point, and the rolled metal at the edge pierced into the skin, causing pain.

With one step at a time, the proud figure was holding a big silver sword, showing a ferocious smile, and walking towards the man standing in front of him with a gun.

What a sad and lonely figure, just seeing that desolate back, two lines of tears fell unconsciously in his eyes.

Tongue turned up involuntarily, and licked, the drip mixed with the smell of rust was extremely bitter.

The gold-plated spearhead glowed with a jet-black cold light, and although the notched barrel was crumbling, it still bounced in a silvery arc, like a wounded silver dragon dancing wildly, sending its final blow to its enemy roar.

The man with the gun, even at the most dangerous moment, even when the forces under his command were completely killed and injured, and he was seriously injured, he still had that cold expression, as if he didn't care about everything, which made people unable to help He wanted to cut open his face to see clearly whether it was flesh or cold steel inside.

"The last one!" Roaring recklessly, his vocal cords were pulled apart in an instant, and a stream of boiling blood flowed backwards in his throat. He turned his head sideways and spat it out.The blood stained the rock on the ground, and immediately burned a big hole in the thick rock.

Standing straight, with the big sword swaying sideways, in the dark and deep pupils, the flame of determination was ignited, it was a flame rekindled from the ashes that should have been burned, it was the yang of yang, the fire of fire, It is the awareness of knowing that there is a dead end but still being fearless, and it is a song that is sung to the extreme but is even louder!If a man's life is like a firewood, then his fire is a fire rekindled from the firewood that has been completely burned!

"Yuan Lufeng!" Shouting the opponent's name, there were no extra words, only the engraving hatred that had been borne for more than a year!The bruised figure stood up straight like a javelin, even though his shoulders had two wounds with unbroken stubbles, even though his knees were almost shattered into pieces, even though his chest and abdomen were stabbed After going through a big hole, he never fell down, and still walked towards his destiny step by step.

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his chest. Looking at the stubborn figure walking forward, two lines of blood and tears were involuntarily left in the corners of his eyes.

So I understood, that is me, that is my future self.

I want to shout, but I can't make a sound, I can only stare helplessly at the unusual, beyond-imaginable light rising from the boundary of intersection, blurring the realm of light and shadow and the world, without distinguishing each other.

In the sky, a bright star streaked across the dark night sky and fell towards the distance. There, he saw that there seemed to be a new light shining.

That is more radiant than now, and belongs to the brilliance of the future.

Close your eyes and let the tide-like flames engulf your body. The black space is burned to pieces by the invisible mighty force, and it is gradually soaked in other colors, turning into colorful.

The scene in front of him gradually became clear, the feeling of observing the world through a lens gradually disappeared, and the powerlessness disappeared from all parts of his body. He sat up straight, lifted the quilt covering his body, put on his clothes and stood up.

Walking to the window, looking at the scattered lights in the distance, a ray of silver light flashed across the mask, like the afterglow refracted in the sun, but it was completely different from that.

The night wind in Heian-kyo was blowing his thin clothes. He rested his hands on the eaves of the window, and his eyes drifted, staring at the twelve-story iron tower.

At this time, a slender hand as white as jade handed a pot of warm wine to his side.

"It's just warmed up, let's drink it." With casual words, the owner of that hand came to his side and stared at the iron tower together with him.

"If we guessed right, I'm having a nightmare again."

Hearing this sentence, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

"Go and do your business, don't always pay attention to me."

"You're my brother, I don't care who we care about." With a light laugh, Yakumo Zi took a sip of wine, she wouldn't talk about nightmares.

The Realm Demon has no relatives, and Nid Hogg is probably the only so-called relative.

It was only then that Nid Hogg realized that there were still people who cared so much about him. He always had no hope for reality.

After a long time, he just sighed and admitted defeat.

"Okay, let's not talk about that. How long have you been here?"

"Half an hour ago, at that time you were still rolling over and over on the ground."

"Hey, don't say it so badly, okay?" Taking the jug from Yakumo Zi's hand, he drank half of it in one go.

Wiping the corner of his mouth, his eyes became serious.