The anchor doesn't want to die

The clouds are not raining, and the broken butterfly wings are like candlelight on the eve of a storm, struggling heavily in the moist air.

The faint rays of light drifted into the air along with the scale powder, and reflected fragmented rays of light in the thick water mist.

The man held the sword in both hands and half-kneeled on the ground, blood puddles formed on the ground.

Behind him, the ferocious-faced demons were in disarray, crawling on the icy ground like dead bodies.Broken swords, broken halberds and corpses covered the ground, and the butterfly landed softly on the dry bones under the man's feet, folding its wings together.

The bright red cross rushed forward, and after the dull sound, the ****-like bottom of the cross pierced through the man's chest with blood.The splattered blood frightened the butterfly at his feet, and the damaged butterfly wings fluttered slightly, carrying strands of bright red, and flew into the distance.

A snow-white hand stretched out towards the man's bloody chest, holding the sharp weapon.

"I forgot to leave you a farewell gift before, this time... put it away."

Before the words fell, the delicate wrist was tightly grasped by the loser.

The man raised his head, and the blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and finally dripped from his chin to the ground, making a soft patter.

There was no hatred or resentment in those bloodshot eyes, only deep reluctance and regret.

"This time, I lost."

"Want to do it next time?" After a mocking chuckle, the hand holding the sharp weapon slightly exerted force, breaking free from the opponent's restraint, and pulled the slender cross out of the latter's body.Da Tan's blood fell to the ground with inertia, drawing a long straight line.

The flames came suddenly, and penetrated into the man's internal organs and limbs along the hole in the man's chest.The severe pain made the leader of the defeated army frown, but he did not say a word, silently bearing the punishment from his friends.

"I gave you my fire for safekeeping. If you can survive until the next time, remember to return it to me."

The torrential rain poured down, the eagles and thunders struck, and the wind and rain shook.The world was torn into a miserable black-gray, only the blood-filled river was still bright.

"It's a word."

"Don't be in a daze!" The hasty roar interrupted Liang Yuesheng's thoughts. When he came back to his senses, he saw the man's sword standing in front of him, resisting the attack of a demon.

Dozens of demons showing their true colors surrounded the two of them, sizing up the two weak prey with malicious intent.

More demons are still coming out of the bloody magic circle on the ground, and the instigator who caused all this is sitting safely on the corpse of the giant snake, continuing to chant spells.

Seeing everything in front of him, Liang Yuesheng finally realized that the images of corpses strewn all over the field just now were just illusions, and those defeated subordinates in the illusions were breaking out of the ground at this moment, making a comeback under the leadership of another big demon.

Liang Yuesheng had a headache. In that illusion, he saw the familiar face and eyes again.The man who once smiled softly in the dream and called "Majesty" softly turned into the leader of the demons and challenged the upper world, so that he offended the gods and was swallowed by the flames of Seraphim.

The perspective of watching the phantom is always No.1, which further enhances his sense of substitution as a player, so that he can't tell the difference between dream and reality for a while.

The sharp fangs rushed towards his neck, and the flames swept in, instantly swallowing the devil with evil intentions into fly ash.

He suddenly felt that the flame seemed a little familiar—obviously, all the flames in the world had a similar appearance, but he felt a sense of intimacy through time and space.

It's strange, it's obviously his first time playing this game, why do gamers look for a sense of reality in the virtual world of the game?

"Egg yolks, burn them up." He just wanted to solve all this as soon as possible and find a quiet place to sort out his thoughts.

His fire seemed to feel the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart, and it turned into a bright platinum, and under his command, he rushed towards the army of demons pouring out continuously.

The extreme blazing centered on the young man, engulfed in a strong air current, draws a circle that shoots outward.The fire was surging like a dragon, and the raging flames instantly swallowed up the hall. The tense air was roasted and drier, and the sound of beeping could be heard endlessly.

The man standing beside him was slightly stunned, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"you……"

"Hit, why are you standing there?" Liang Yuesheng patted his head hard. "Or, you don't dare to kill your own kind? Wasn't it bold when you took a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals to challenge the gods to die—"

The words stopped abruptly, and he covered his lips, not knowing why he blurted out the second half of the sentence.

In the raging fire, the man's chest heaved slightly because of the fight, and he looked at him with deep eyes, as if he wanted to pry into the depths of his soul.Such an image overlapped inexplicably with the leader of the defeated army he had seen in the illusion before, so much so that he found that he subconsciously regarded the two as the same person.

But where does this subconsciousness come from?

He felt that if his brain was a CPU, it would have exploded by now.

He covered his head in pain and squatted down slightly.Those demons who tried to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack were burned into nothingness by the flames before they touched his body.

The big demon who had been quietly watching the battle stopped singing, and with a dodge, he landed in front of Liang Yuesheng.The sharp claws snapped at the young man's head, but a long sword cut off his wrist abruptly.

The severed limbs fell to the ground and were consumed by the flames.Fortunately, the devil's regenerative ability allowed him to quickly grow new limbs, but the new claws seemed to have shrunk a little compared to before.

"Don't stop me, this is for the future of the tribe. If you must save this disaster, I don't mind taking your place—"

"Just try it." The man sneered, his pale face once again stained with gloom.

Liang Yuesheng listened to the conversation between the two, but those noisy voices could not be transmitted into his brain.The world in front of him changes rapidly, sometimes it is a holy heaven, sometimes it is a terrible hell, sometimes it is a battlefield, and sometimes it is a paradise.

In the end, the picture freezes as a familiar smiling face.The man opened his arms, as if waiting for him to approach.He hesitated for a moment, and walked towards the other party, only to see the man fell into the abyss the next moment, leaving him cruelly.

Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't know why he was crying, he just felt that the inexplicable sadness flooded him in the sea of ​​loneliness.

Who is that guy who fell into the abyss and dyed his white wings black?

Those gentle and tender eyes that always look at her with affection, who do they belong to?

Who is that demon?

A gentle white light brushed across his mind, and he felt as if he had forgotten something important, and he seemed to have just abandoned some dross that would make him miserable.After letting go of those too heavy things, he felt his headache eased a lot.

Through his tears, he saw that the world in front of him was occupied by demons. Two seemingly powerful demons were fighting, while other good and bad guys were slowly losing their mobility under the torment of the flames.

He looked at the formation on the ground and understood it.All of this is nothing more than the troubles of this channel that communicates the hell and the human world. As long as it is blocked, no new demons will appear.

Following his will, the flames smeared the bloodstains that drew the magic circle, and the scarlet light gradually dimmed. The demons that had not yet had time to climb out of the boundary were chopped off at the waist and quickly turned into ashes.

He stood up and walked out of the hall.The noise outside made him a little concerned, and he cared more about humans than the infighting among demons.What's more, these two demons are hidden dangers after all. He has to clear the field so that he can flex his muscles and avoid accidentally injuring innocent humans.

The moment he walked out of the temple, the warm sunlight shone on his eyelashes, and he felt a little dazed.

The lights of swords and swords flickered non-stop, reflecting dazzling silver light in the sunlight.The two sides of humans fought endlessly, huge Gu worms joined the fight, the sound of metal colliding and human cries mixed together, the noise was a bit ear-piercing.

In the chaos, he saw several familiar figures.The queen of the Bai Miao nationality looked a little haggard, but her expression was extremely firm.Several elders stood by her side, manipulating the giant beast to defend her against wave after wave of attacks from various Gu kings.

Kua Yeyao was fighting with several Hei Miao warriors, her whip was still fierce, even in the face of the mighty Dagu, she was no less.

Liang Yuesheng pressed his temples and clearly realized that the war had really come.

The two Miao people were originally of the same clan, but now they are strangers and enemies. This is really not a situation he wants to see.

Suddenly, his eyes caught a guy hiding in a corner writing and drawing.When he took a closer look, he saw that it was an unexpected face.

"Brother Liu?" He greeted the rescued medicine man. He thought he was still recuperating, but he didn't expect him to follow him to the battlefield.

Seeing him suddenly appearing, the man nervously took the pen and paper back into his bosom.

"What are you writing?" He didn't care about the content on the paper at first, but the man's reaction aroused his curiosity instead.

"It's nothing, it's just some Miaojiang gossip." The middle-aged man smiled, folded the paper and put it in his arms. "You also know that I am originally from the Central Plains. When I come to this place, I have to leave some records."

"But I think it's better for you to find a safe place to hide at this time. The village is too chaotic now. It's very dangerous for you to do this."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." There was a sincere smile on the middle-aged man's face. "Thank you for helping me earlier."

Liang Yuesheng accepted his thanks with a smile, and then bid him farewell.

After thinking about his words, he finally walked towards the queen of the Bai Miao people.Seeing him, Gu King, who was originally full of fighting spirit, instinctively took a few steps back.

Liang Yuesheng bowed gracefully to the lady, and then explained his purpose of coming concisely.

"In the end, I think the most important thing at the moment is not to kill each other, but to fight against the enemy together and drive out the blasphemy outsiders."

"It's useless to tell me these things. You should understand that it is those black Miao people in black clothes who started the war."

"But those black Hmong people are fake."

"It's too late, it's useless to talk too much. Even if we retreat, will they back down?"

After finishing speaking, she waved her hand to signal the elders to drive this brat away.

The expressions of the elders were slightly tangled, one of them bent down, and told the story about the young man's way of taking the snow lotus bee for her.

With an idea, Liang Yuesheng took out the token that Kua Yeyao gave him earlier, and said: "I didn't have time to ask you for rewards, but now my wish is to ask you to withdraw temporarily. There are two very troublesome demons in the temple. If they run out, it will be very dangerous to both the Hemiao people and you."

"Two?" The Queen frowned.

"Yes, one of them is what I call the provocateur."

The queen and the elders looked at each other and said, "I will trust you once, but our retreat is not unconditional. Next time if the Hei Miao people want to invade our village, I hope you will treat them equally and let them withdraw as well."

Liang Yuesheng nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you for your understanding and cooperation. I will go and let the Hemiao people see the true colors of those priests in a while."

The author has something to say:

Originally, I wanted to stay up late today and write 6k words at once, but I fell asleep while writing in front of the computer, so I could only silently screw myself up and post a chapter first...

The 3k characters of the chapters of southerners in winter come from the fact that it is too cold to hibernate orz little angels, remember to add clothes, tomorrow will cool down!We're only 1 degree here (shuddering)