Honkai Summoning

At the end of the day's help, Dylan didn't stop "forging the iron", but continued to beat, and it took a full hour to stop.

Looking at the "weapon" in his hand - a short sword slightly longer than a dagger, Dylan cracked his mouth and laughed. He wrapped the hilt of the sword with a prepared cloth, and Dylan waved it a few times. Short sword, the heroic dream can not be realized, it is good to be a short sword.

"Dylan, bastard, it's time to go to bed, you're going to run out of lamp oil!" Dad's roar came again.

"Got it." Dylan blew out the oil lamp and was about to go back to sleep when he heard a loud noise from outside.

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"What sound?" Dylan walked to the wall of the house, opened the wooden window that was lowered, and looked outside.

By the bright moonlight, he saw a group of people riding horses directly broke through the fence outside the village and rushed into the village.

The other people in the village were also awakened by these loud noises and walked out of the house one after another.

"who are you?"

The village chief's voice reached Dylan's ears, and one of the knights stopped in front of the village chief. Dylan saw the man riding a black high-headed horse, wearing black armor and a helmet. Knowing his appearance, only a pair of strange red eyes were exposed.

The village chief obviously also felt the terrifying sense of oppression from this man, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

However, it was too late, the black armored knight waved his right hand, and at some point in his hand there was a bright long sword, emitting a terrifying cold light under the moonlight, and blood dripped from the blade— - The head of the village chief fell to the ground.

Blood sprayed out, and the headless corpse swayed twice and fell.

Seeing this scene, Dylan's mouth widened, and a horrified cry was about to "bluff out" from his mouth. At this moment, a huge rough hand stretched out from the darkness behind Dylan's back and covered it. Dylan's mouth, pressing his cry in his mouth, turned into a muffled groan that was not very noticeable.

"Don't call."

His father's voice came from behind, dragging Dylan away from the window.

"..."

Dylan gasped violently and let his father drag him into the blacksmith's room.

Dylan's father removed a heavy tank and wooden cabinet, revealing imperfections in the back from its construction -- the sunken floor and the sunken walls.

Such a place is not intended to hide people, but Dylan, a 12-and-a-half-year-old child, can still hide in it if he endures the pain of being squeezed.

Because of the terrifying scene just now, Dylan has not recovered until now, and let Dad rudely shove himself into the narrow gap.

"Don't come out! Don't talk!"

Dad lowered his voice and said, Dylan reacted and was about to struggle. Dad had moved the water tank and wooden cabinet again to block Dylan.

"call--"

He let out a long breath, and Father Dylan picked up the long sword that he had in his life, the only forged long sword when he was young, but now it has begun to rust, and slammed the door open and walked out.

He didn't know who these armored people were, where they came from, and why they suddenly started to slaughter the village. He only knew that instead of running away and being chased and killed like prey, it was better to fight and die like a man.

The screams kept reaching Dylan's ears. Dylan curled up as much as he could, trembling, his teeth clenched tightly, and his mouth was full of blood.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few minutes, maybe a few hours, the shrill screams finally stopped, and the village returned to silence.

No, to be precise, there was only the sound of the armor rubbing while walking, and the sound of something dragging on the ground.

Someone approached the house, looked around, overturned a lot of things and walked out.

"Leave five people behind for a blood sacrifice," said the armored knight who had been standing there like a sculpture after killing the village chief with one sword, his voice full of grimness.

Thirty knights, 25 of them rode away first, and the remaining five dragged the corpses of all the people in the village to an open space, and arranged them in a rather strange pattern. One of them muttered something strange in his mouth. language.

"what?"

Suddenly, one of them seemed to have thought of something, turned and walked towards the house where Dylan was.

He remembered that there were two beds in the house just now, but only one person came out to resist. There were companions outside the village, and it was impossible for this group of stupid civilians to escape. discovered by him.

Once he has the heart to look for it, it is not difficult to find Dylan. Dylan, who was in pain, felt that someone had overturned the water tank and wooden cabinet in front of him. Before he could react, he was pinched by the cold armor gloves. neck.

The huge force made Dylan struggle for a moment, and the fragile neck was about to be twisted in an instant.

At this time, the voice from last night came again: "I ask again, do you desire power?"

"I crave power!"

Dylan had no way to speak, but he was roaring frantically in his heart.

"If you accept it, you will never feel love, family and friendship, and you will be lonely and old all your life, with no children and no grandchildren."

"From now on, all the happiness in the world will have nothing to do with you. You will become a knight of death. Wherever you go, there will be only death and destruction. Would you like to?"

That incomparably cold, aloof voice continued to echo in Dylan's mind.

"I do!" Dylan roared with all his strength before losing consciousness.

The black knight had a surprised expression on his face under the helmet. He had a huge anti-shock force from his hand, shaking his hand away from the slender neck of this kid.

At the same time, he also heard the roar of this kid, like a lone wolf who had just lost everything.

"This is!"

The black cavalry couldn't help but took two steps back and drew out the sharp sword from his waist.

As he let go of his hand, Dylan did not fall to the ground, but was suspended in mid-air. Even in the darkness, the black rider could feel a black shadow floating behind the kid.

With a loud shout, the black cavalry directly slashed the sword in his hand towards Dylan, and the sharp long sword cut through a cold light.

The shadow behind Dylan raised his hand. Dylan opened his eyes at the same time and raised his hand as well. The short sword that fell on the ground flew into the air and was held in Dylan's hand.

"die!"

Dylan's eyes were full of hatred, and he roared.

The shadow behind him waved his arm, and a thin layer of ice quickly appeared on the short sword, turning into an ice blue long sword, touching the sharp sword of the black knight.

The sharp sword that blew the hair and the sharp blade was divided into two parts, and even the black rider behind him became two parts, and the two parts fell to the ground.

Dylan felt a force pouring into his body, and the severe pain on his neck disappeared. The scratches he had hidden just now also recovered. Dylan felt that his body was full of strength.

"Come on, kill them all."

As the voice came, the shadow behind Dylan controlled his body and swept out of the house.

On the open space in the village, corpses were piled up, and the smell of blood filled Dylan's nose and mouth.

"Ahhhh!"

Through the moonlight, Dylan saw that all the familiar people in the past had turned into corpses, and he also saw his father's open eyes.

Dylan's eyes were completely shrouded in strange blackness, and the black shadow behind him kept surging like fog, forming a vague and huge phantom that gave off an aura of death.

The horses neighed in horror, abandoned their masters directly, and ran out of the village.

"Death to me!"

Dylan waved the sharp sword in his hand, and a horse beside him was directly cut off his head. The horse's blood splattered Dylan, but his face was already full of a hideous smile. With his dark eyes, he looked like Like a demon crawling out of hell.

In fact, Dylan gave up everything and did become a vengeful ghost crawling out of hell.

"This kid is weird!"

"kill him!"

With the sound of the neat long sword being unsheathed, the four black riders charged towards Dylan.

Dylan didn't flinch, and also rushed towards the four people.

The sharp long sword pierced Dylan's chest, and the blood-stained blade came out from behind. However, instead of falling down, Dylan who was stabbed took a step forward, grinning and waving the sword in his hand. A sword made of ice but extremely sharp.

The head of the black knight with a horrified expression still flew into the sky.

The black armor couldn't stop the sword of ice at all.

"It's your turn!" Dylan drew out the sharp sword on his chest, and after some blood poured out, it didn't flow out again.

By the moonlight, the other three black riders clearly saw that the terrifying wound healed in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

This strange scene, even the black knight, who was killing people like numbness, also felt terrified.

Without giving them too much time to be surprised, Dylan rushed down the remaining three people. This was a very tragic battle. When the three black knights sent the sword into Dylan's body, Dylan would also benefit from it. The sword pierced into their chests.

The only difference is that even if he is pierced in the heart, Dylan will not die.

And the moment the sword of ice pierced into the body, it would directly freeze the vitality of these black riders.

A few minutes later, Dylan was standing there, slowly recovering from the horrific wound on his body.

Looking at the corpses of those black riders, Dylan did not feel any relief. On the contrary, the flame of hatred was still burning in his body, and the more it burned, the more vigorous it became. As the voice said, Dylan now felt No more positive emotions.

Only all kinds of negative emotions spread in Dylan's heart, devouring his past kindness, innocence and blood.

I don't know how long it took to stand in the same place. There was a light rain in the sky, and Dylan seemed to come back to his senses. The blackness in his eyes gradually receded. He closed his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

A black breath spread out from his body, and Su Mo's figure gradually solidified, looking at the unconscious teenager under his feet.

Phil reappeared, looked at Su Mo and asked, "Brother, is this the death knight you selected from the beginning?"

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"No." Su Mo shook his head, with a strange look on his face.

Passing through the small village, he had no intention of making Dylan a death knight. He just valued Dylan's fairly good talent and planned to plant a seed.

He didn't expect that this guy would answer Su Mo like that, making him speechless.

At that time, Su Mo didn't leave either. As a result, inexplicable changes occurred at night. Su Mo simply made this kid with good talent and experience that fit perfectly into a death knight.

From now on, the original Dylan can be said to be completely dead, lying on the ground, and waking up in the future will not be Dylan, but the death knight belonging to Su Mo.

After being in a coma for a while, the rain in the sky became heavier.

Dylan woke up again, looked around in confusion, then his eyes burned with hatred, threw the short sword with only the hilt in his hand to the ground, and walked into the villagers' homes.

Searching the money from the villagers' homes one by one, he poured oil onto the corpses. Dylan looked at the corpses on the ground, clenched his fists, and threw the torch over the corpses. Watching the corpses gradually burn, for a moment After that, he ran out of the village without looking back.

He knows that although he gave up everything and became the death knight of that mysterious voice, he is not enough to fight against those black knights at all. If death hadn't brought him strength, he would have already died now. .

Not long after Dylan left the village, there was the sound of horses' hooves. Those who left the black cavalry rushed back again. Looking at the corpses of the black cavalry and the raging fire next to them, the red light in the eyes of the black cavalry leader became more dangerous. .