Spellmaster’s Manual

2021-10-23

  Chapter 240 The Tolls of HellThe    Shepherd De Miro rides on the Viper Dragon, command Legion enters the No. 73 composite resource point·Crypt in an orderly manner.

When I arrived at the entrance of the cave, there was still no trace of the ominous wolf dragon. It should have been ransacked.

Is it the passing spellmaster, or the crystal wyvern swimming nearby?

It is possible, anyway, the troops sent to garrison the resource points are destined to become consumables on the reimbursement list... How many viper dragons will be left to garrison here?

Seemingly aware of the imminent transfer of personnel, the Viperosaurus was restlessly agitated, but the Thousand Birds stood resting on one foot indifferently, and even had room to comb each other—as a virtue Milo has only one long-range entourage, and they naturally enjoy treatment comparable to a lover.

Coming to the hall of the cave, De Miro waved his hand to let the Viperosaurus move supplies.

The clever children feel that the results of the next work will determine whether they will stay in this cave in the future or continue to eat and drink with the star shepherd. They immediately searched the cave with high morale, and the scorpion’s tail was raised. Go old and high.

De Miro could clearly feel the emotional changes of his followers, but he didn't care and motioned for the mount to sit down. The Femininus squatted down obediently, and the scorpion tail bends into a roller coaster curve-level arc, and the tip just falls to the back to act as a pillow for De Miro.

DeMiro closes his eyes and selects pastimes from his memory album. But he seemed to see it, and his gaze was still on the dreamland that had been browsed thousands of times, but it seemed that he would have to watch it thousands of times in the future.

That was the worst moment of his life when De Miro was 13 years old.

De Miro was born in the Leba family, this surname is meaningless, because when he was 11 years old, the family was banished because of his uncle’s corruption and his parents were also implicated. In those days, the nobles and the Imperial Family were like playing cat and mouse games, depending on whether I was corrupted quickly or if you caught me quickly.

The young De Milo managed to escape to the maid’s house to avoid the sanctions of the law, and then changed from the noble Young Master to the orphan taken in by the maid, living in the dirtiest and smallest utility room. . He quickly became sensible, eating less, working more, bowing his head, and eating back the hardship he had suffered in the previous ten years in two years.

Obviously destiny is harsh loan sharking, and double is just interest. At the age of 13, the maid said that she found a suitable apprentice and asked two brawny men who looked like iron workers to take him away, and the destination was the famous local "pigeon fish cage".

That is the place to buy color.

The male worker called it a white pigeon, and the female worker called it a grass carp. At that time, De Miro didn't know the origin of this name, but he quickly understood it.

When the evil gangster General told the truth to DeMiro, DeMiro did not have fear or other emotions, but accepted this fact calmly. Perhaps when he heard the increasingly frequent complaints from the maids and couples, as well as seeing the husband's vicious expressions, and the maid's sorry eyes, he anticipated that his fate would want to take away his principal this time.

As a fugitive wanted criminal, he has the freedom to choose consent or death.

The gang boss also told him about the scope of his next job: In addition to betraying his body, he can also listen to intelligence, assassinate important people, plant and frame him. If you are lucky, you may be able to I was bought by a rich man who was greedy for his own beauty... Obviously, part-time overtime is the norm here. Even if I am caught by the Police Department this time, I can't say I am innocent.

With the hope of being able to survive and become someone’s bedding in the future, the troubled teenage boy walked into one of the rooms on the top floor of the pigeon fish cage, which was the staff’s dormitory.

Warm yellow walls, crackling stoves, a few tasteless wine-red spliced ​​sofas, and snacks and drinks randomly placed on the short tables. Because the floor is the highest, Yaoxing’s warm rays of light pass through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony without reservation, providing a stage for the dancing dust.

But the ground is very clean and should be cleaned frequently.

Compared with the utility room, the accommodation conditions have been greatly improved. At least in the middle of the night, you will not wake up because of a rat coming in.

"Hey, your skin is so white!" A tall and plump young girl leaned in front of De Miro, and reached out to touch the precious legacy of the noble life of the previous ten years: "Smooth and tender, Uh..."

"Is there a newcomer at last?" Another cute teenager who seemed younger than Demiro jumped up, clenching his fists in excitement: "Am I finally going to be a senior? "

"No, you still seem to be the youngest one." Sitting on the sofa far away, the quiet girl put down her book, "Drink more milk and grow up quickly."

DeMiro glanced. There is no text in the quiet girl's book, only pictures that make people bloodline spray... Are you still studying hard after get off work?

The cute boy looked bitter: "But the milk is fishy..."

"Ah, I forgot it!"

The balcony floor-to-ceiling windows were pushed Open, a beautiful person who is as exquisite as a sculpture walks into the room. He is wearing a baggy shirt and short shorts. He is carrying a plate of freshly dried clothes in his hand. It is full of homely atmosphere but extremely tempting.

The warm orange light entangled him greedily, coating him with sacred colors.

Is he a man? Or a girl? Sex seems to lose meaning at a moment.

"The boss told us that the dormitory was coming to the dormitory in the morning. At that time, everyone did not wake up and there was no time to prepare food. But we only started work in the evening. How about we have a welcome party in the afternoon?"

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"Is this something to be celebrated?" The quiet girl said what De Miro wanted to say too.

"Yeah, party!" The tall girl and the cute boy cheered together.

"Are we mixed men and women?" De Miro asked the first question after coming in.

"Yes, the boss said that all men and all women are very troublesome, but mixed men and women can supervise each other, at least not so much shit... He also said that this is his management secret Well!"

But the risk of mixed sex is... By the way, I don't care about this risk here.

"Then, it's time to move on to the next link!" The pretty person put down the clothes basin at will: "Let me help you pick a good name that sounds good and suitable for newcomers!"

"Here again..." The other three sighed helplessly.

"It's really time to take a new name to separate from the past." De Milo nodded: "After all..."

The pretty guy smiled and shook his head: "No, new Names are not for abandoning the past, but for embracing the future. You think, our earliest names were not given by us, but the names are clearly to follow us for life, which is unreasonable. Taking a new name represents us You have to take control of your future and say goodbye to the destiny that hates us!"

If you hadn't heard this sentence in the staff dormitory of the pigeon fish cage, perhaps De Miro would nodded agree.

"So you are willing to let me take a name?"

"You are free."

"Okay!" The beautiful man took out a Books with scumbag pages seem to be flipped through frequently.

De Miro asked: "What book is this?"

"The Collection of Stars I took the name and gave it a variety of meanings. It's perfect to refer to the name in it!"

"Each... isn't it thousands of pieces?"

"More than that! So you can find any good names, such as An Lilian, the metaphor is the ink fragrance of the page."

The quiet girl tilted her head.

"For example, Luo Ya, Yu Yi is the sunshine of joy."

The cute boy raised his head. Although he was not exposed to the sun, his whole body still exudes warmth. breath.

"For example, Shilena, the metaphor is a colorful butterfly."

The tall girl stood on tiptoe and turned around, the skirt danced, the name speaks for itself.

"Then...ah, it's decided this is it, De Milo! You will call De Milo from now on!" The pretty person hurriedly decided on someone's name in life.

"Is there any metaphor?"

"De Miro, the metaphor is the rock in riptide." The pretty person said with a smile: "It means you will never Knocked down by fate."

"What about you? What's your name?"

An Lilian, Luo Ya, and Serena showed a pair of "finally coming" expression.

"And I'm amazing!"

The pretty guy jumped directly on the sofa and made a posture that was arrogant as if he was about to transform: "The'Fuss of Sovereign' ', and the conquered'Lorda', my name is Vosloda, which means Sovereign destiny, conquer everything!"

It's so stupid that I can't describe it. De Miro glanced at each other with the other three, and the strangers who met for the first time reached a consensus.

"All in all."

The pretty guy came and hugged De Milo intimately, hehe said with a smile: "De Milo, welcome your coming."

Two years later, De Miro once again experienced a warm embrace, and his face completely numb by fate was softened for the first time.

Fate took away all his principal, but granted a loan for him, whose credit was negative.

This is the first meeting between De Miro and Vosloda, and it is also the most important moment in De Miro's life.

si si hiss——

The sound of the viper dragon rubbing against the ground disturbed De Miro’s dream. He opened his eyes and saw that his right hand did not know when to raise it. As if wanting to keep something nihilistic.

Almost, he thought to himself, he was about to know what he was feeling at the time.

He is about to get his heartbeat back.

DeMiro touched his chest, it was empty and there was nothing.

This is the toll that must be paid to travel through 6 Layers hell. All souls will wash away all feelings in hell. Only pure memory can reach Void Realm. And these dead souls'activated' by the gods are just disabled lives born from memory.

Because I have never had a body, naturally there is no heartbeat, let alone feelings.

Even if he reads the memory over and over countless times, he can't understand the true feelings of'De Miro', just like digging someone's nostrils with his fingers, unable to feel real happiness.

Between him and memory, there is a curtain of death.

The only solution is to retrieve the fragments stranded in hell, fill the incompleteness of the soul, and make the rotten heart beat again.

And this kind of miracle, there is no doubt that only the god master can do it, so he also fights for the god master from the moment of birth.

6 Layers Hell, six fragments. His accumulated merits are almost exchangeable for the first fragment. At that time, he probably understood a little bit why DeMiro valued his first encounter with Vosloda. .

It’s fast, it’s fast, it’s almost the same after several decades, anyway, more than a thousand years have passed...

DeMiro turned his head and found that the scorpion dragons seemed I want to rebel-I didn't even move a common resource, so bold.

Wrong.

At this time, the star shepherd raised his mind to observe all around and found that the ground was covered with a thin layer of powder, and there was no trace of any material around the cave, plus the ominous wolf and the dragon family disappeared neatly and tidy, this can only lead to one possibility-the material has been transported away.

Is the hostile Legion stealth secretly coming over to clean up? But here is the hinterland of their Star Hall. Other Corps Heads rushing over are not afraid of the entire army being wiped out? Or is this a prelude to a massive invasion?   And the nearest hostile force is...Blood Tomb!   Will it be the annoying lunatics of the Blood Tomb? In the previous two Six Nations Wars, De Miro had dealt with the guards of the blood tomb. It was clear that everyone was a broken soul, but for some reason, the guards of the tomb seemed to lack brains, plus those in the blood tomb. It seems to be a ghoul unit fermented from the sewer...

weng weng weng!   Suddenly, a roar of steel that has never been heard came from the entrance of the cave. De Miro turned his head and saw a steel monster hitting the door like a storm. The sharp front end cut through the armor of the Viper dragon like hot butter, and instantly ran over the simple line of defense composed of Viper dragon, moved towards De Miro rushing. Coming!

Thousand feathers volley!

De Miro thoughts move, and the Thousand Feather Toriosaurs lifted into the air at the same time, and the dense feathers and sharp arrows projected to the open space in front of De Miro. There are'penetrating' spells in the body, and every volley can kill a large number of knowledge creatures!

However, the steel monster slammed the brakes, and the brake pads made a ying ying ying sound, emitting a tar-like fragrance. The strong inertia made it draw a donut-like arc, stopping just before the arrow rain.

Only a few sparse feather arrows fell on it, but they were also blocked by a transparent protective barrier to protect the manipulator in the monster.

The viper dragon quickly formed a line of defense in front of De Miro. The most important thing in Legion combat is to protect the commander.

The shepherd looked at the three people in the steel monster, and the moment they met, the two sides also understood each other's identities.

Is it spellmaster... So this steel monster is a miracle product? Mechanical Engineering? Refining Metal Element? It may also be the biology department, maybe it is a car transformed from the fish dragon...

Many thoughts came up in DeMiro's mind, but this did not hinder his command in the slightest. Thoughts move, Feminine Dragon and Thousand Feather Bird Dragon formed an up and down attack, killing the three spellmasters who had gone wrong like a surge.

He doesn't have any desire to communicate with the younger generation.

Even if the other person is Void Realm’s Daoist like himself, even if the Lord does not impose any communication restrictions on him, De Miro is still not interested in talking to future people born more than a thousand years later. Half a word, even if he knew that he had revealed the secret of the heroic soul a little bit, it would cause an uproar in reality.

The only wish of the heroic soul is to make up for his own deficiencies, and there is nothing else to ask for.

As for the real world above hell, the heroes are like lovers who have broken up and deleted each other, stingy with any idea of ​​their own. There is no expectation, no hatred, only indifference. They don't care how the world once lived is now.

Go back to your place, the living.

Facing the surging army of monsters, the steel monster once again roared, and five pipes protruded from the buttocks, and there was a bursting sound. The pipes spewed out dark green gas, and the vicious air currents were instantaneous. It almost flooded the cave!   De Miro facing the sports car duct was sprayed directly on his face, and his hair was blown up!

Om——Om——Om——

In the heavy roar of the steel monster, there is also a round spellmaster lingua franca: "Ah, finish It’s so cool to just run away~"

Wake up from Eternal Dream for a thousand years, this is the first human word DeMiro heard.

PS: 8000 words have been updated today (implied).