Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

There were huge noises in my ears, and those whizzing past made it seem as if I could hear the wailing of someone taking their last breath.

The whole city was bathed in such wailing, with only towering black robots strolling around and bombarding various parts of the city with their guns. The border city should have been where the army gathered, but King Mugru was not here, and the old weapons could not cause serious damage to such a metal behemoth. The bows and crossbows of the Holy Army could shoot down the city walls with one arrow, but they could not cause any ripples on the surface of black gold.

This happened simultaneously in dozens of places around the world.

Life is like sand flowing through your fingers, there is no way to stop it.

Xia Long kept his hand outstretched, but he couldn't get any closer.

The emotion called "fear" filled his brain.

The artillery fire was still roaring and people were still roaring. Those things fell into his mind, and the world was moving away from him as if through a layer of membrane. Although the sound was also very loud, it also felt like it was coming through thick cloth and glass, and the colors were seriously faded.

I've never seen so much blood.

Never been so close to death.

Can you accept it? Can you accept the death before your eyes?

Can you move? Can you walk over there?

Xia Long walked over slowly, step by step, as if an iron ball was tied to his feet. He stretched out his hand and approached the bloodshot eyes.

When he finally got close, his body began to tremble.

What happens to people after they die? Most people have intact bodies when they die, but if the people you cherish, the people you value, the people you know, turn into a pool of bloody meat in front of you, a pool of meat without even a shape, what would you think?

Pain, sorrow, anger, fear, regret, distortion, despair, nausea, hatred, doubt, explosion, shouting, vomiting, unwillingness, I don’t know why it is like this, I don’t know why it is like this, I don’t know why it is like this, I don’t know why it is like this, why it is like this, why it is like this.

"Ah, ah, ah..."

I was speechless, only tears flowed in sorrow.

My fault, my fault, my fault, if it wasn't me, if I hadn't come here, if I hadn't left him, if I had brought him with me.

I couldn't suppress my emotions at all, and my chest felt like it was about to burst.

He wanted to shout out his emotions loudly, but he felt it was difficult to breathe and he was suffocating, so he made a short, inadequate guttural sound. He bent over and covered his chest with his hands. He had a thousand words to say but couldn't utter a single word. He slowly knelt on the ground like this, on the dirt, staring at the blood foam in front of him with wide eyes.

A lot of things filled his ears, those were roars, screams, and roars, which were brought by killing.

The remains of Noel could be seen in the blood foam, which were hair, clothes, and even some things that looked like cake, mixed with everything else.

He looked up, staring at the black smoke rising into the sky, his hands tightly grasping the clothes on his chest.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

It was as if something like mud was flowing out of my heart, and I cried out loudly.

He slammed the ground in front of him hard and dug his nails into the ground. The hard soil entered the cracks between his nails and the blood in front of him flowed onto his face.

"I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry."

In the war-torn city, the man put his forehead to the ground and cried loudly, with tears and snot coming out.

The pain was so severe that I felt like vomiting, but it was more than just pain. The regret, the anger towards myself, the dark emotions, were all bursting out like everyone else in this city.

revenge.

There were wild shouts and loud black laughter.

It came from deep underground, and it was the most hearty laugh for this planet. He held the greatest praise and eulogy for pain and disaster. He was ecstatic about the pain that this planet had suffered and the pain that all life on this planet had suffered.

【Suffer, cry, despair, that's it, that's it, be angry about your experience, and burn your ugly emotions. 】

The vengeful spirits shouted and laughed wildly as they rushed out from under the earth.

[Come, come, become my host, and use all your pain for my benefit. ]

Something cold poured into the man's body. It was red magic fog. The magic fog emerged from the city of Herbis, which was shrouded in artillery fire, but was not observed by anyone. In the magic fog, a pair of scarlet eyes full of malice flashed in the fog. In the eyes of those who could see, the whole city looked like a strange world where demons lived. All the magic fog that poured out from the underground, without exception, poured towards the man.

"Hmm, hmm..." The man stopped moving. He seemed to be choking. His body subconsciously straightened up and he began to dry heave, but the magic fog completely ignored him. The owner of the pair of malicious scarlet eyes tore open the man's back. From the gap on the man's back, the owner of the malicious scarlet eyes pulled him away with invisible hands. The magic fog in the whole city began to drill in from it, and finally even the owner of the magic fog began to drill in. "Who is it... who is it... Get out, get out." Xia Long scratched his neck, and his nails seemed to scratch his throat to make it bleed.

Something began to force its way into his mind.

Earth, invasion, revenge, light, death, resentment, obsession, host, necessity, only, negative energy, power, freedom...

Invasion, invasion, and invasion again.

All the magic mist entered Xia Long's body. He shook violently, then pressed his hands on the ground. The expression on his face was almost distorted. His left and right eyes began to keep changing. The eye where the blood from his forehead flowed began to really turn scarlet. A red monster-like face began to appear on his face, grinning.

The tearful human face seemed to be replaced by another devil's face.

[Give me your spirit, and I will help you get revenge. ]

[Give me your soul, and I will give you the power of revenge. ]

[Come, do not resist, do not be afraid, do not be scared, accept the power of the Yabo people. ]

The voice laughed wildly and tempted, and even at this time, the owner of the voice seemed to contain infinite malice and meanness.

After a long time, Xia Long stood up and walked unsteadily. Invisible black air surged into his body. It was the resentment, anger and hatred of the intelligent life brought by the Yabo people. The city was being absorbed by it at this moment.

When I looked closer, I saw his face was covered with tears.