People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Just stomping its feet can cause the ground to shake, and the breath it emits can even directly level a [-]-meter-long street. It can also be called the best among all rock dragons.

Falja held up the great sword exuding an extremely cold breath in his hand, and glared at the crazy betrayer not far away.

"Inspector Ilok, are you crazy to release such a monster?"

Fiery madness flashed across Ilok's face, and he hysterically showed a ferocious expression.

"Hmph, I didn't expect to be discovered by you after lurking for so long, but if this is the case, let me return to the motherland with the glory of destroying the head of the West Wind Knights."

"By then, I will be able to—"

But in the next second.

The dragon's breath several meters wide flashed by, and the thousand-degree hot breath instantly carbonized Ilok's body and flew into ashes.

He even had a smile on his face before he died.

Annihilating the little bugs that kept making noises, the giant dragon turned its head dangerously, and its golden dragon pupils turned to Falja, who exuded a dangerous aura, full of destructive desire.

The dragon's roar, which was enough to trigger an avalanche, came deafeningly, and the strong desire to fight was not concealed.

This monster must never be released outside.

Seeing that the situation was inevitable, Falja slowly clenched his sword.

"Hurry up, all of you, for monsters of this level, ordinary knights staying here will only increase casualties."

"But the head of the group—"

"quick!!!"

Falja roared and rushed forward.

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In front of you is the ocean.

An ocean that stretches as far as the eye can see without end.

That is the sea of ​​records, and the [records] of all the dead who have left their names in the eyes of the beholder in countless worlds, constitute every drop in this ocean.

Some of them were able to destroy everything in the universe during their lifetime, and they were almost immortal and could reverse time.

But there are also people who can't even destroy the small mound, just ordinary mortals.

but.

Here and now, there is no difference between them, they are just a drop of water as the basic unit.

that's it.

Elmes looked at everything in front of him.

[Yo, it's finally here]

Standing on top of the ocean without any foothold, with open eyes is just imagination at will.

A stool suddenly appeared in his hand, followed by a fishing rod without bait.

He sat down and started fishing in the sea of ​​darkness without any [life].

[Have you finally decided to use this power? After remembering, even the [result] no longer resists]

Not surprised.

Because it was his voice, but not quite.

Under the influence of this ocean, this voice is a kind of rational thinking that is expanded and extended.

Elmes didn't answer or speak, he waited quietly as if in a dream.

[Use it if you want, after all, it would be too wasteful to sacrifice this kind of power if you don’t use it, but you should know that there is no power that can be obtained for nothing in reality]

[To use [death] with one's own desire, it means to bear the [life] of the dead]

[Once you make up your mind, you can bear his strength, memory, emotion, preferences, dislikes, pain, sadness, etc., and even the trajectory of his fate]

[Do you have the ability and courage to fully carry your life?]

Don't know, no experience, but...

Since I am destined to live with the will of the dead in my life, it doesn't matter if there is one more.

[You may regret it in the future, no—probably you will regret it]

Then regret it in the future, it is better than regretting it now.

[You can still give up now, you can still turn back]

[Even if you don't have power, it doesn't mean you can't survive. People with power will protect you]

No.

wants to abide by the contract;

want to protect life

want to implement oneself;

A choice must be made.

Plants without roots cannot take root in the earth.

I would rather stand at the apex and protect important people than those who have no initiative.

[....Are you really ready to stand at the highest point?]

[Are you ready? ]

Ugh......

Already done.

The fishing rod swung.

The surging tide of countless souls passed by the fishhook continuously, and Elmes stared straight ahead at nothing, his purple pupils sparkling like stars.

No need for a hot-blooded answer.

No vows are required.

He just made up his mind silently in his heart.

Say goodbye to [the past].

If a miracle happens in the future, he wants that person to look back at him.

Tell him you made the right choice.

I don't know how long it has been--

The fishing rod finally felt the weight of the touch.

Elmes pulled it up vigorously, but it felt like he was pulling out a crocodile several meters long, and he couldn't shake it even with all his strength.

[Life] is such a heavy thing.

The beliefs a person has, the memories he has made, the path he has traveled, and these things are superimposed and added together to transform them into a material-like weight.

The resulting effect is heavier than anything in the world.

But Elmes still did not waver.

He was in a stalemate with the drop of water, struggling desperately without taking a step back.

10 minutes, one hour, one day, ten days...

In this space with almost no concept of time, how long has he maintained this posture?

It wasn't until the water droplets fell across the sky and landed on his hands that he suddenly realized that he had succeeded.

That was the first idea that came out.

so heavy.

Heavier than anything.

But, don't hesitate.

He slowly squeezed his hands tightly, and when he let go again, the water droplets had disappeared.

At the same time, 40 years of a man's life flooded his brain like a faucet being turned on.

From birth to child, from adulthood to adulthood, from life to death, all are clearly visible.

Whether it is the pain of being hit by the body.

It's what it feels like to cry when you're sad.

Or the touch of that lip at the end.

They all completely appeared in his mind from an absolutely subjective perspective.

It's like the overlapping and covering of paper, and it feels weird as if most of the flesh and blood have been hollowed out and then stuffed into another person.

For a moment, he couldn't tell who he was.

Is it Elmes of the Zephyr Knights?

Or the sin of arrogance of the Seven Deadly Sins?

[so]

Someone opened their eyes.

"who are you?"

Chapter 77: Here, the Sun Is Born (8/24)

The fiery breath pierced through the air, and bombarded that tiny figure with overwhelming force, sending it flying into the solid rock wall beside it.

There was a deafening blasting sound, and dense cracks like spider webs appeared on the rock wall dozens of meters away, and the great sword of West Wind that was shattered by the breath fell powerlessly to the ground.

The red liquid fell to the ground drop by drop.

"It's really bad...Damn it, if the end of the wolf hadn't been kept in Benlangling, it wouldn't have been forced to this extent."

Wiping the blood flowing from the top of his head and feeling the pain in his body, Falja gave a wry smile under the pressure of approaching life and death.

The ordinary West Wind Great Sword couldn't penetrate the dragon's armor at all. Although it still left dozens of bloody wounds on the opponent's body with its strong strength, it was far from enough compared to that overly large body.

Obviously the strength should be almost the same, but it is because of the bad luck for some unknown reason today that led to this troublesome situation.

Falja wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up the broken sword that fell on the ground, and pointed fiercely at the dragon who was also furious.

"Then I will take my life and have fun with you! Let's see who will die in the end!!!"

"It's no use."

"what?"

Just as he was about to rush over again, a familiar voice suddenly came.

Falja's whole body was shaken, and his ferocious expression like that of a remnant wolf instantly turned into anger and worry.

Not wearing armor nor carrying a weapon, the young knight stepped out of the shadows step by step.

Falga looked at Elmes who was walking slowly.

Shouted to him harshly for the first time.

"Ermes, what are you doing here?!! Hurry up! This is not a place for you!!!"

But Elmes also ignored his words for the first time.

He continued to walk towards the dragon step by step.

The golden dragon pupil stared at this new monkey that suddenly appeared, and let out a dangerous growl.

"Captain, I went to sweep the grave yesterday."

Suddenly said something strange.

"What are you talking about?! Run quickly, I can't take care of you in such a situation."

But Elmes continued to go his own way with incomparable arrogance.