——Long time ago, men had a dream to become a partner of justice.

Perhaps many people have had this kind of dream and slowly withered with time. However, this man still treasures his dreams and is still moving towards them.

Unknown times, unnamed places.

The blue sky covers the burning villages, and the ashes exudes an unknown atmosphere.

A huge gap was torn apart in the center of the village, and a building that had been built for many years, shattered into debris in the air before irresistible devastating forces, including the residents inside.

One-third of the people who saw that scene with their own eyes lost their lives on the spot.

The remaining survivors also turned into burning, broken, and cold corpses in just one hour.

In the entire village, there was only a teenager who was only thirteen or fourteen years old and had just grown thin fluff on his lips.

At this age, it is more appropriate to be called a child.

With his lips pursed, he suppressed the pity that surged in his heart. The white-haired man in a red coat stood in the ruins and raised his weapon to his last target.

The child did not escape. All the relatives, friends, and people they knew in the village fell under the knife of the other party. The child could no longer remember the meaning of escape.

Running around without purpose, without result, without meaning, without value, watching how the devil standing before him took away everyone's life and witnessed everyone's death with his own eyes.

The child no longer wanted to continue running. He just raised his face that had been wiped out again and again, raised the knife that belonged to his father, and turned around for the first time to face the devil he thought he could not face.

"Devil! Go to death for me!"

The child rushed towards his enemy indiscriminately, responding to his hatred, and the purple blade lit up a dark light in the child's hands.

——Purple blade.

Seeing the dark purple light, the man's face that had been through vicissitudes showed a disgusting expression. He held the golden and gorgeous sword in his hand tightly and chopped the child mercilessly.

The purple blade is not a metal product, its texture is more like a human bone. It seems to be shattered when touched by a man's sword.

——It just looks like this. Although it is just a child holding a bone knife, it is definitely not the object of men taking it lightly.

Because that knife is the reason why a man slaughtered a village.

The essence of the purple blade is a powerful weapon successfully studied by the magician group in this village. The purple light condensed on the blade is a mystery outside this time and space gathered with unknown matter. It is presented in this world with the human soul as a medium, forming a powerful force to interfere with the roots of the world, and the effluent of the roots of disruption, that is, destroying the entire world. The magician in this village actually found a way to copy this weapon.

That's why men appeared here, killing all those who could make this weapon and destroying all the weapons. Only the original product in front of them was left.

Zi Ren also understood the crisis of his survival. The sword that could only be used by the child's father was exerted by the child's ability by using the soul connection between father and son: destroying anything the blade can touch.

——The evil things that destroy the world must be destroyed!

——Along with the child who can wield the evil sword.

So you need to attack a child.

He was infinitely disgusted with his work, his ideals, and even more disgusted with his existence. The man howled wildly in the contradiction, but his right hand was still waving the sword firmly.

Because the purpose of his existence here is to swing a sword.

The gorgeous and shining sword blocked the attack of the purple blade, and then shattered into golden rain in the purple light.

However, another famous sword flashed in the man's empty left hand:

——The Sword of the Giant.

——A weapon used by Beorov to kill the sea demon king, and was said to be destroyed by floods and rebelled against the gods.

The sword body prepared for the giant was huge and heavy. The golden hilt was inlaid with a large number of gems. The mysterious and mysterious runes spread from the hilt to the sword body. When they reached the tip of the sword, only a sharp blade was left.

The broad sword body hit the boy's lower abdomen from the bottom, and the impact force pushed the boy into the air.

"Wow--!!"

The child, who was lucky enough to not divide it into two halves, let out a painful howl, and the purple blade fell weakly and crossed the giant's sword.

Even the giant's weapon was cut off by a purple blade.

The child fell from the air and almost broke his hand and slashed at the man below.

The Purple Blade does not use its power to kill enemies. Even if it is powerless, it will be unstoppable in this world.

However, the Purple Blade, which has no additional strength, is as slow as an ant in the eyes of a man who has experienced many battles.

The man flashed the child's attack sideways, holding a famous blade that appeared in his right hand, and the child's right hand fell to the ground with the purple blade.

At the same time, a new weapon appeared in the left hand, piercing into the child's heart and giving the last blow.

The child's hatred eyes became desperate, and the huge pain exhausted all his strength. The child who was trapped in revenge was awake at the last moment, and he murmured and expressed his last wish.

"I... don't... die, ah..."

The last words roamed in his throat, and as his breath disappeared into the air, the child fell softly to the ground.

As the soul dissipated, the purple light began to dim on the knife held by the child's right hand.

The power from that world lost the connection between the child's soul and began to fade silently.

The man in red stood beside the falling child, and the sword in his hand disappeared in the air. At the same time, the weapons that fell to the ground were cut off by the child, and the treasures that gave a fatal blow to the child also hid their own brilliance and disappeared without a trace.

The man looked at the newborn body and the burning village in silence, raised his hands that had created this killing, and asked himself in pain with his head down, even though he had created such a cruel killing, why wouldn't these hands tremble?

Once upon a time, men pursued justice with hope and looked forward to becoming the messenger of justice.

When did the man start? He got used to killing little by little and put himself in a tragic situation before him.

When facing unsolvable disputes, put your life into the balance and judge the number of both sides. Then, kill a few people in the name of the majority.

——This is the ending of a man's pursuit of justice.

For justice, exile yourself forever in the killing hell.

Maybe--

Is there anything wrong?

I seem to have forgotten something, maybe the justice I pursue should not be like this.

The means of killing will not make everyone happy.

Maybe, it won't make anyone happy.

After experiencing endless killings, men began to have this enlightenment.

As time goes by, the man's hands lose the luster of his skin and become as transparent as glass.

When the truck full of explosives first exploded, in order to protect himself, the man had already consumed too much power, and then went through another hour of battle, so the time for return was also advanced.

Time is not long, and men don’t have time to question themselves anymore. Even if they are in pain now and question them again, the next moment, the soul will forget everything and return to where they should be.

The man looked at the world for the last time, and the village was covered with ashes.

But beyond your vision, is the world you have protected.

Although it was painful, men still greedily absorbed a little comfort in that invisible world.

If that is possible, your pain will finally have value.

~~~~~~~ World~~ Need~~ Divide~~ Line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Do you want to see what you missed?"

A voice sounded from behind.

Who is it?!

The man was startled and the sword summoned from nothingness was slashing behind him. At the same time, his body rushed forward ten meters before turning around and looking at the person behind him.

Turning back directly will only be attacked by the enemy. When attack or defense is not good, maintaining a distance from the enemy is the best method. Men who have experienced countless battlefields are very clear about this.

However, no matter how knowledgeable the man was, he was still surprised by the person standing behind him.

Standing behind him was the child who had just fallen.

His chest was still exposed with a huge wound that pierced his heart, almost splitting the person in half, reminding the fact that the child was dead.

The child had a peaceful smile on his face, as if the wound was not on him, and the enemy he had killed, but a friend who had not seen for a long time.

"what do you?"

The man observed the other person in confusion, thought for a long time, and finally gave up the idea of ​​calling the other person by "person".

"I am the outflow of the roots. In order to talk to you, I have borrowed the form of human beings now."

The reborn child uses incomprehensible words to introduce himself, which makes the man even more confused. However, the child waves his hand indifferently.

"In your memory, there may be records of our conversations. But this is not important. The point is that you answer my question first: Do you want to know what you have forgotten?"

"What the hell are you?"

Men are not moved by their children's questions, but instead pay more attention to the identity of something in their children's body.

The other party just shook his head at this:

"Sorry, I don't have much time to answer your questions. I just want to ask you: Are you satisfied with your current self?"

"Do you think I'll be satisfied with the current life of killing people every day?"

The man answered sarcastically.

"Very good! This way the conversation can continue. Although I don't quite understand what your answer means, it doesn't matter."

The child snapped his fingers with satisfaction and said a speechless evaluation that made the man speechless.

"The most important thing is, do you want to know what you have forgotten?"

The man felt that he was wasting time with the other party. Just when he was thinking that he should be recalled, he found that his body had changed from virtual to solid again and returned to a human posture.

He finally began to face the unknown dead person in front of him.

"Do you know what I forgot?"

"Of course I don't know!"

Something answered decisively, the man was embarrassed.

"Then why do you ask this question?"

"For me, it is difficult for humans to understand just living, let alone human memories. I just need to know that you want to know."

"What?"

"If you want to know, go and see!"

The child spoke casually and stretched out his right hand, and there was a clear oak leaf in his hand.

That is, foreign objects that do not match the location or seasonal conditions.

The green leaves are full of vitality and are not like natural products, and are so real that men cannot imagine short-term and false magical creations.

"What does this mean?"

Seeing that the other party had no intention of hurting him, the man took the leaves.

"It's not interesting. My business has been done, you can leave."

Something waves your hand.

As something moves, the man finds that his body begins to fade again and gradually disappears into the air.

He had only had time to let out an angry and entangled roar:

"Who the hell are you and what did you do to me...!!!"

~~~~~~~ World~~ Need~~ Divide~~ Line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You made a mistake."

The child looked at the place where the man disappeared and spoke in a calm voice. His tone was not like a dead child or something he had just talked about.

"You made a mistake, and I made a mistake, so it's fair, right?"

The sound of something made by the child again.

"If you make a mistake, I make a mistake. Two mistakes either turn into a bigger mistake or let him counteract each other."

said in a serious tone.

"This is how we can achieve our goals."
Chapter completed!