Longmen Memoirs

Chen Mo is indeed a good name.

They hoped that I would remain unknown, but you, on the contrary, embarked on a fate that should not have been yours.

Chen Mo didn't answer.

He could hear the heavy knife whining in his hand, the cracks on the blade getting bigger and bigger, the steel seeming to twist under the weight.

They simultaneously released their left hands holding their weapons.

The clenched fists landed heavily on each other's faces, and flew backwards at the same time.

Flames ignited every corner of the battlefield, and the wind blew the reflections of people behind them swaying among the messy ruins.

The sharp blade penetrated the earth and plowed a long mark. Chen Mo hit the collapsed building and his body finally stopped.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Opposite, King Wu's armor was covered with deep scratches left by heavy swords.

Chen Mo's right arm was shaking slightly. He pinched his fingers. The numbness left by the collision of the steel of the sword still did not subside.

The blood dripped from the arm holding the heavy knife, and was instantly evaporated on the hot blade, making a sizzling sound.

20 meters away, King Wu reached out and grabbed a corner of the scratched armor, and he tore off the heavy armor that had become a burden.

Chen Mo closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he saw a pair of golden vertical pupils burning with flames.

Black scales gradually climbed up his cheeks and covered both of his arms.

Neither of them spoke.

No ridicule, no sarcasm.

There was only anger that came from unknown sources, and only bone-chilling murderous intent.

They just held the weapons in each other's hands again in a tacit understanding.

They pointed the blade at the opponent in a tacit understanding, and wanted to take the other person's life in a tacit understanding.

No one can die here...

Only when the other party dies can one be qualified to continue living and be freed.

The swords collided in the air again.

This time, there was no such thing as holding hands. Blood bloomed in the air. Only the other was left in each other's eyes. It was unclear whose blood stained the field of vision. What followed was an even more crazy fight.

Two monsters with ferocious faces.

A pair of scarlet eyes were reflected in the golden pupils. The sword in King Wu's hand was getting faster and faster, regardless of life and death, regardless of the cost, without flinching or any hesitation.

The sword is wrapped in red thunder.

The thunder was caught in the brilliant blue flames. The flames and thunder enveloped the ruins, reflecting the sky, roaring, trembling, and the earth seemed to be wailing desperately in the fight of monsters.

The ruins continue to collapse.

Figures kept flying upside down among the broken walls among the ruins, collapsing one building after another.

It's like the end of the world, like a natural disaster.

Raging flames and thunder drowned everything in sight.

The wind carried thick blood.

I never thought that one day we would want each other’s lives so much. Maybe I thought that there would be a day when we stand on different sides [+&

Fate has forced us to fight each other.

"laugh--"

The top of the half-collapsed building.

King Wu's sword penetrated the black scales and penetrated Chen Mo's body, bringing up a large amount of blood.

Chen Mo's knife also penetrated King Wu's body, tearing open the flesh and blood.

Thick scarlet blood dyed the earth red.

The bodies of the two monsters were stained red.

They held onto their weapons tightly.

There was no trace of pity or emotion in each other's eyes.

"I have found a gentleman for you. From today on, he will teach you how to master the changes on this earth and how to master thunder."

The man always stood tall, and behind him stood a gray-haired old man with a faint smile on his face.

"Your Highness is well."

He arched his hands towards himself.

"Well sir."

The young man hurriedly returned the gift.

The life of learning Lei Fa at Si Suitai was always extremely boring. The moment the red lightning blossomed in his palm for the first time, his teacher praised him as the most talented among his disciples, but his teacher would always add later that hard work would pay off. Learn and practice hard.

In fact, the husband only has two disciples in total. The husband does not like him. It is better to say that the husband actually does not like the royal family. He can see it, but the husband never says it.

One breath of white thunder rectifies the Dharma, running through the three transformations in the surrounding area.

Thunder and lightning are a symbol of justice, Mr. always said so, but neither thunder nor lightning are just tools after all.

He could never forget the joy that surged in his heart the moment he mastered the thunder method, and he didn't know who to tell his joy to.

It would be nice if the mother-in-law was still here.

"Stop it, snake, stop it the fuck!! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"You are the first time I have seen someone who can use magic to produce such power. Are you the illegitimate son of that big family?"

"As far as I know, my father is just a very ordinary police officer."

"No way?"

"Indeed."

"Ahem... Snake, let's summarize your problem."

"Brother, are you kidding me? What did the equipment department say? Uh... they said: Get out!"

"..."

The instructor who first learned and mastered spells at Black Steel was Si Feilt. That was also the first time Chen Mo met Si Fei Erte. In the days that followed, he was worried for a long time. Snake became the number one in the equipment department. A member of the blacklist.

This also led him to meet Foxtail, Foxtail and Sphere.

Chen Mo began to miss them a little.

I miss my life at Black Steel. If I had chosen to stay in Colombia at that time, maybe so many things would not have happened.

At a distance of tens of centimeters, they could clearly see the intentions in each other's eyes.

They simultaneously held the weapons that penetrated each other's bodies, clenching their bloody hands tightly.

"Lefa——!!"

"—!!"

Dazzling blue flames exploded with red electric light. The dazzling light obscured everything in sight. Fire and thunder collided in the darkness, penetrating flesh and blood, and evaporating blood.

Then there was a sudden explosion in the air, a ringing in the ears, and a blurred and swaying vision.

The energy that broke free was like a torrent, destroying everything around it, including ruins, high-rise buildings, and streets.

Spread from the center of the outbreak to the surrounding areas.

Air currents and heat waves rolled through.

...Then there was constant fighting in the north, military camps, training, fighting hard, tempering, and staying on the battlefield...in order to one day be able to control his own destiny, for his mother and concubine, and to live.

...and then continued to perform mercenary missions. Columbia, Sargon, and Vaifan were wandering around. It was like life after ten years old. It was a little freer than that, but they were still killing people, killing people, and struggling. In order to One day I will return to Longmen, in order to no longer have to watch her die, but in order to live.

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I/I want to live the life I want one day.

I/I was just thinking about it.

But I know that I can no longer look back, there is no way out.

Chapter 29 Brother and younger brother, father and son ([-])

Fortunately, someone has loved you, not for who you are, but for who you are.

Unfortunately, everyone who loved you died because of you.

Their deaths are like the last fallen leaves in autumn, letting nature take its course, silently and powerlessly.

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outside the battlefield.

The bright light that penetrates the sky and the earth attracts the attention of everyone on the battlefield in the dark night.

Explosions, vibrations, lights up and then out.

It's like the sky shaking and the earth roaring, similar to the roar of thunder.

As the earthquake-like tremors in the center of the battlefield shook the entire deep night sky, everyone on the ruins could feel the power raging from the source of the light as if to destroy everything.

"They started."

The black Pardoner stood on the hillside and looked up at the pillar of light that illuminated the night sky. The low black clouds were visible at a glance. The clouds were torn apart and spread like a sharp sword piercing through the center.

Energy mixed with blue flames and red thunder illuminated the land, illuminating the black mask on the face of the Absolver.

"...It's really terrifying, this power." He sighed, his eyes reflecting the battlefield on the ruins, the air wave erupting from the center, destroying everything that could block it along the way.

There was fascination, yearning, surprise, and maybe a touch of fear deep in Sakaz's pupils, so he couldn't help but put his hand on the weapon on his waist.

"You just stand here and watch your Highness go to fight?"

He turned his head and looked at the person standing next to him.

"Who are you asking? Sakaz."

Sakaz was stunned.

He looked at those cold eyes and stopped talking.

Who are you asking, Sarkaz, which highness are you asking?Are you asking me or yourself.

"It seems that the Yan Kingdom is not as peaceful as imagined." The Pardoner seemed to be saying to himself.

"Don't mind your own business, Sakaz." The person behind him warned: "Your Sakaz problem has not been solved yet."

"I'm not very worried about this. Sakaz will definitely get a result in the future. As for Sakaz..." The Pardoner turned back and looked at the fading light in the distance.

"How many intact cities will be left after Kazdare..."

Sarkaz is just used to using the simplest way to achieve their goals. They don't care what the war will bring. No, maybe most of them know what the war will bring, but Kazdaele is already in ruins. There are not many intact cities in the wasteland, so of course they don't care about making the ruins more dilapidated.

Things that have no value are not worthy of people's pity.

Sarkaz only knows destruction and destruction, and few Sarkaz would go to great lengths to build it. Compared with the things they worked hard to build and be destroyed easily, Sarkaz has become accustomed to accepting the situation they are in now. environment, they are used to pain, used to failure, and used to no longer take their own lives seriously.

There is always hope, but hope is easily destroyed by Sakaz himself in the ruins of destruction time and time again.

When countless people do not have any expectations for this, no matter how hard they work, it will be in vain. There are always people who are unwilling to do futile things. They do not fantasize too much, and they accept everything now.

So Theresia, that Highness, although she always had hope, and although she and the Tower of Babel had always been trying to rebuild the ruins, everything she did was destined to be meaningless.

She may not not understand what's wrong with Sarkaz, but this problem relies on her alone, a group of powerful people who are untrustworthy and don't love Kazdaele, and rely on so-called hope and unrealistic ideals and kindness.

The Absolver didn't think she could do it.

It wasn't the Pardoners and Sakaz who abandoned her, it wasn't the royal family that betrayed her, it was the ideals she chose that abandoned her. It was Kazdaele, a land of suffering where hope was extinct, that abandoned her.