Armor summoners will not be involved in events

He looked at the shadow guardian beside him.

"Your will is necessity."

The gentle voice revealed absolute will, and everyone present could hear it as a matter of course.

"Then let me answer another question. To me, the significance of the resurrection of a long-dead beast is only as a stepping stone for heroes to embark on their own path. So I did not directly destroy all the flames. Ye Bo stopped Yan Guang. The Banquet of Light is just for you to use this body to increase the energy contained in your original body to reach the average level of the base bodies."

"I like to see the ugly faces of self-righteous guys when things get completely out of control, so I'm here to give you a chance."

"Participate in the Feast of Flames, or go as far away from here as possible, and never come back."

"So, what do you three think?"

" "Three? ""

No. [-] and No. [-] were startled, and then turned back to look at the blond girl who had started doing it at some point.

The current consciousness of this body belongs to a person named Aurora Florestina.

"Have you... been hearing this since just now, NO.12?"

"..."

The girl did not respond to her sister, but looked directly at the young man on the throne.

"So, the past of Shizuri and the others that I saw through blood-sucking, is it the memory of your blood?"

"Yes."

[Yang Weiwu] admitted it.

"Then why don't you protect them?"

"Why should I protect them?"

"You were obviously watching the scene! You obviously used this body to get along with Shizuri and the others for three years like Wei Wu! You obviously -" Aurora became more and more excited as she spoke, "You obviously have the same personality as him s face."

His pale blue eyes looked at her indifferently.

"Aurora Florestina, in your opinion, it is the person's appearance that determines a person's character and behavior pattern?"

The terrifying aura that No. [-] had seen enveloped the three Yanguang Yebo at this moment, but it quickly dissipated.

"If that's the case, you'd better stay away from this farce. Anyway, joining will only lead to death."

"I couldn't understand what you were talking about from the beginning." Aurora took a deep breath, "What kind of feast of flames, what kind of rituals, what kind of sacrifices, what kind of resurrection... and then let us take care of ourselves. Choices without even telling me what those choices mean.”

"That is, if you leave Xian Shen Island, you can survive without participating in the Feast of Flames, but you will never be able to meet Yang Weiwu. If you don't leave Xian Shen Island, you still have three months to live with Yang Weiwu. Three months If you don’t leave after the feast of flames begins, you will have no choice but to join the brawl as a contestant and fight with your sisters.”

At some point, Ilitia changed into a women's suit and was writing and drawing on a blackboard with a piece of chalk in her hand.

"While the total amount of magic power is quite different, your sisters have attack reflection, vibration, gravity control, dimensional devouring, time reversal, causal severing and other vicious abilities. In comparison, your freezing ability She looks really gentle.”

Patterns corresponding to the twelve zodiac signs were drawn on the blackboard, with a word on each side.

For example, next to Pisces is written "freeze", next to Virgo is written "cut off", and next to Capricorn is written "charm".

"And using such an ordinary ability to defeat enemies who are far superior to you in terms of dangerous abilities and combat experience sounds very much like a hot-blooded shounen manga. What do you think, Aurora-chan?"

Aurora gritted her teeth and asked the question she was most concerned about under pressure——

"Why is there no option for me and Wei Wu to be together?"

"I will not allow Yang Weiwu to stop here. In order for me not to regret what I have witnessed, he must move forward. Either die at the Feast of Flames or die in another world. There is no third option."

[Yang Weiwu] said.

"What did Wei Wu do wrong that made you want to do such a cruel thing to him?"

"everything."

Aurora looked into those warm blue eyes and suddenly felt a little chilly in her body.

"...Tell me everything you know about the Flame Feast, and I will participate honestly."

"Oh, we didn't say you must participate."

Ilitia said.

"But you want to make the best use of it, right?" Aurora said with some self-deprecation, "If you want Weiwu to participate no matter what, then I won't escape! So, in order to let those who are interested in the feast of flames It’s even more uncomfortable for those who have their own expectations, so there’s nothing wrong with giving me some information to someone who has no chance of defeating you, right?”

Ilitia smiled, happily walked to the throne and hugged [Yang Weiwu].

"What should I do? I like this child so much! Now, if she lives to the end, can I..."

The whisper in the boy's ear soon became loud enough that no one except them could hear it clearly, and Illydia's beautiful face rubbed against the boy's face like a kitten.

"whatever."

"Okay! Then, I'll send this kid back!"

Ilitia snapped her fingers, and the blond girl in school uniform fell down, and then the figure of the shadow protector gradually faded and disappeared.

"So, what's your two answer?"

"I will leave Genkami Island by myself."

No. [-] said coldly.

"I will attend the feast of flames and witness everyone's ending."

No. [-] said calmly.

"Then leave here first. Those who refuse to participate will find a way to leave. Those who want to participate will have to wait for about...three months. The banquet will begin by then."

[Yang Weiwu] stood up, walked to Shizuri, folded her hands and placed them on her chest.

"Sleep a little longer, everyone. It's almost time to wake up from the dream."

No. [-] looked at his movements and suddenly thought of a person in his mind.

The figures of the two people gradually overlapped in her mind, giving her a ridiculous guess.

"Your name is……"

"Shadow Emperor."

The boy interrupted her.

"You can call me the Shadow Emperor. Anyway, for you people, another name is far more important than my real name."

She stared blankly at the boy's expression, which was more natural and casual and more familiar to her than before, and the thoughts in her heart gradually turned into affirmation.

"Shadow Emperor——"

The sound was long and loud as if coming from the sky, and a figure fell from the sky - together with a giant sword over a hundred meters tall.

A silver-gray long sword appeared in the young man's hand. The sword was inlaid with a blue jade that was as unique as the young man's eyes.

Slashing in the air, the dark sword energy penetrated the giant sword falling from the air, exploding into a large black mist.

Finally, the black magic post rushed out of the black mist and landed on his hand.

"Almost forgot to thank you for your contribution, The Blood."

He whispered to the Magic Tie.

【118】The stolen summoner

A golden armored warrior like an emperor stood in front of him.

Yang Weiwu looked at the opponent's bright red eye armor and subconsciously took a step back.

【Yang Weiwu. 】

He called out his name.

【tell me……】

Yang Weiwu lowered his waist and shook his fists. The crisis of death swept through Yang Weiwu's body.

Can't escape...

Unlike the light and shadow armors he faced before, Emperor Man exuded an indescribable oppressive force.

That is the Emperor's Magnetic Field, a permanent ability that is enough to make it difficult for the ancient supernatural beasts who beat up a team of armored warriors to stand still on TV.

The eagle's arms were extended, and his fist stayed less than half a centimeter away from Yang Weiwu's eyes. The blast of wind from just the punch made him feel suffocating pain.

[Tell me the reason why you pursue power. 】

I'm not looking for power.

He wanted to say this, but found that his body was not in control and he could not even move his lips.

[Learn various weapon techniques, hone your fists and feet... What is the driving force that drives you forward? 】

Emperor Man punched again.

This time, the fist still stayed less than half a centimeter in front of his eyes.

Yang Weiwu moved.

But that was not because he broke free from the Emperor's magnetic field, but because his legs became weak and he fell directly to the ground.

The Emperor's Man lowered his head slightly, unable to tell what expression was underneath the armor.

Will it be a disappointment?

How could it be? I didn't have the ability to transform into the Emperor Man just to become a hero, and it's hard to say who this Emperor Man is. I don't even know if I have expectations for myself, let alone be disappointed.

Yang Weiwu barely supported his body and stared at the other party.

The reason that kept him from falling completely was not only because this time he observed his childhood idol very clearly and carefully, and also talked with him - although he didn't know if it was the emperor he expected - just this A little bit filled him with motivation.

But more important is another reason.

"Are you seeing me like this because you want to fight against the Shadow Realm?"

he asked hopefully.

For this man who loves the hero deeply, the affirmative answer is what he wants to hear most at this moment, and it can even allow him to temporarily put aside the matter of being tricked by the Shadow Realm.

But the other party didn't answer him. He just leaned over and pushed him on the chest.

There was a weightless feeling like falling into an abyss.

……

The first thing I felt was thirst.

Yang Weiwu felt like smoke was rising from his throat after not drinking water for a long time.

Then comes the feeling of powerlessness.

Prolonged inactivity of the body causes the muscles to degenerate.

Finally……

sense of violation.

The touch from his hands and back indicated that he was not lying on the tough gelatin layer inside the game chamber, but on a soft bed.

"Good morning, Emperor's Armor Summoner."

A figure wrapped in pitch-black bone armor sat beside his bed, peeling an apple leisurely.

"Chu Zhi...it's really..."

Not only was it difficult for Yang Weiwu to speak after not speaking for so long, but his voice sounded strange.

"Poke! You should call me Bad Water now."

He neatly cut the apple into small rabbits and put it on the dinner plate aside. Bad Shui put the dinner plate on the bedside table of Yang Weiwu's hospital bed.

"It seems that you need to rest for a while, so I won't disturb you. As the first person to visit you, I will borrow this thing and return it to you next time if I have a chance."

Yang Weiwu blinked, trying to clear his vision as much as possible, and then he saw clearly what was on the evil sailor.

The Emperor's Belt.

Nima's!

The originally stiff hand clenched into a fist for an instant, and the ability to control objects through the air was used on the opponent.

but……