People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

So almost instinctively, the artificial man followed the dragon's blood and rushed towards the place exuding "gravitational force".

Then--

It opens its mouth slightly.

Then bite down hard.

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Chapter 284: How can the second become the first?Isn't it simple

"Schubert? Oh, you are the younger brother of Lord Geralt! Please introduce me."

"Master Geralt is the chosen one, his talent is destined to change Lawrence and Mond, listen to me, you must support him as the next Patriarch, Schubert? Who is Schubert—oh, it's Jay Lord Lott’s younger brother.”

"You ask why I rejected the marriage contract with Lawrence Schubert? Of course it is because of his elder brother, Lord Geralt. If I have to compare my husband with such an outstanding genius every day in the future, I will definitely despise him. "

From childhood to now, this kind of voice has been heard endlessly, and it has never stopped.

A picture scroll slowly appeared in front of my eyes.

It was a painting that no longer exists in the world.

He likes drawing very much, and has been exercising since he was a child. He always thought that one day he would surpass his genius brother in the field he is proficient in.

Then, at a well-known art exhibition held by Fontaine, only the best works were eligible to be exhibited, and the family sent the two of them out to compete for glory. Chance.

He worked so hard that he painted for three days and three nights without closing his eyes, constantly revising every detail, racking his brains to think about the judges' ideas, and constantly comparing various famous paintings to find the missing places.

In the end, he finally completed the worst and best work of his life.

No matter who the opponent is, he doesn't think he will lose.

It was a vivid depiction of the night scene of Mond, a work with a score of at least 100 out of 95. It is such a work that even a master of Abedo's level should approve of.

"No.1—Geralt Lawrence's work [Sunrise Horizon], let us congratulate him."

The sound after that was never heard again.

It would be the same as if the head was split open in an instant, and then the brain was dug out.

He didn't know what to do until Geralt came to the stage to express his impressions and painting process.

"Due to the busy family affairs, I took four hours to finish this painting yesterday. I am very happy to have achieved such an achievement. It is an honor for me and Lawrence."

Even so, there was no pride and excitement of winning the championship on his face, as if he had picked up a piece of paper with only half of a hundred yuan left, the expression on that face was still icy cold.

Don't care.

Whether it is interest, hard work, or longing, all are compressed in the face of overwhelming facts and there is no room for them.

Geralt stepped down to stand beside him.

He held the trophy and spoke in a flat tone.

"Well, Schubert, you did a good job this time."

Something completely shattered in that moment.

Since then, he has never been able to draw anything decent.

He tore up his worst masterpieces with his own hands.

Even the simplest buildings and road maps are all like children's stick figures, so ugly that it made him laugh and cry in the past.

From that day on, he never felt that he lived as a separate individual.

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The calm pressure seemed to thicken the air.

Yura, who did not wait for the imaginary explosion, slowly turned her head little by little.

What he saw was a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

He stood naked in the ice and snow, covered with black fire.

"Geralt watched her with that icy expression.

"This face... who are you?"

There was a drop of cold sweat streaming down Yula's face, it happened a little too suddenly, she was a little confused about the situation now.

No one would be able to figure out the situation in his position.

But that person calmly opened his hands and looked at it, that cold expression seemed to be no different from the real Geralt.

"The name, there is no such thing. I am a failure of the original plan. I just happened to be attracted by this power and emotion when I first woke up, and then [wrapped] it with myself as a container by instinct."

The strange man in front of him with his own father's face uttered quite incomprehensible words.

Obviously she can understand the words apart, but she doesn't know what the other party is talking about when they are put together.

But she probably understood the meaning, that the energy fluctuation just now attracted an unknown existence to devour her uncle.

This is really unbelievable, how small is the chance of this happening.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm.

"Then why did you become my father's face."

"Because this is the posture he longed for."

"what?"

The artificial man in front of him spoke again.

"Can't you understand? Just like substandard products and good products from manufacturers, defective products that are worthless compared with genuine products will naturally yearn for each other."

It can detect Schubert's memory in the body, so it can empathize.

"This is exactly the same as my failed product. Although I just woke up, I can feel it."

The artificial man turned his eyes to a certain direction on the right side of the snow mountain.

"[Mother] has already produced a better product than me, and I... am already a worthless defective product."

Suddenly, extreme emptiness and confusion appeared in his tone.

"In this case, why does fate want me to wake up?"

That is the tragedy of Ji Shengyu and He Shengliang's trash.

Yura, who couldn't empathize at all, could only show an expression of incomprehension.

"Don't worry, I don't mean to do anything to you, and I can even tell you the path to the snow-capped mountains from here."

Yura's eyes widened involuntarily, it was indeed tempting, but——

"Why should I trust you?"

"You can choose not to trust, it's your own choice."

While talking, the man in front of him walked towards the road beside Yura.

This is the road where Geralt is.

Yura suddenly had a bad feeling, she stood in front of the opponent silently.

"What do you want to do?"

But the other party's footsteps did not stop because of her obstruction.

"There are two blooming roses in the botanical garden, but only one of the two roses is a high-quality one without poisonous thorns, and the other is an inferior one with poisonous thorns. The value of the two is very different."

The golden pupils were slowly stained with scarlet, and the cold words became more profound.

"So, if you want an inferior product to have the value of a high-quality product, then...just let him be [the only one]."

Yura instantly understood.

This guy wants to replace Geralt!

How can the second be the first?Isn't it very simple.

As long as you don't see it first.

So without hesitation.

The icy blade instantly pointed at the monster in front of him.

And the failed product who delusional to replace the excellent one spoke calmly.

"Are you going to stand in front of me? The reason why I didn't attack you is because his resentment was concentrated on that person and resonated with me. Because of the different priorities, he regarded you as a Insignificant existence."

"Yura, I can tell you the way to leave now, you can probably leave directly and safely, and then please don't come back."

"I refuse. As a knight, even if the relationship is complicated, I can't abandon my family so calmly."

Look at her ice-like faith and will.

The failed product sighed softly.

"The courage to risk your life for someone who doesn't love you, and the emotions I feel in my body now...Humans are really complicated creatures."

While speaking, the pitch-black flames rolled up along with the thunder storm.

His body began to change.

With the blood of the dragon as the framework and bone marrow, the residue of the demon god is imitated to be filled with flesh and blood, the elemental power is concentrated to form the shell, and the heart is refined to become the heart of the furnace.

Huge wings that seem to cover the sky and the sun spread out in the snowy night, the golden vertical pupils are as bright as torches illuminating the night, and the sharp minions emit a chilling light.

In mythology since ancient times, there is a creature that has always been at the top of the legend and enjoys a very high reputation.

The existence of that name itself is equivalent to the manifestation of strength and power.

That is-

【Dragon】

Yula stood in the shrouded shadow, a little dazedly in front of her eyes was a huge black dragon nearly 30 meters high, and her own figure standing in front of it was as small as a bug.

"In that case, goodbye, Spray Rider."

A loud growl echoed through the surrounding canyons.

In just a few seconds of condensing time, the power of the demon god's residue was continuously squeezed out in the furnace of dragon's blood, turning into a fiery breath that could swallow everything and sprayed out instantly.

Completely cover the tiny figure on the ground.

And a few kilometers away, Elmes, who was rushing towards the marked point with all his strength, suddenly stopped.

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart.

"What's wrong?"

Noelle quickly stopped, turned to look at him and asked suspiciously.

Elmes muttered, frowning.

"I have a bad feeling, I'm going to speed up, you try to keep up."

"it is good."

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leave notice

Take a day off.

At the end of the evening self-study, my roommate took me to drink. When I came back at 10:1000, I was so dizzy that I couldn’t type. It felt weird to write [-], so I went to bed first.

Good night, baka baka.

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Chapter 285: Bad people don't deserve sympathy, but family members are different

The terrifying breath bombarded the ground with violent energy capable of destroying everything.

The fiery pitch-black light seemed to make the surrounding night deeper. Huge potholes stayed on the ground emitting steam. The surrounding ice and snow had all been blown away and melted. Of course, the fragile human body had long been wiped out.