The years I was a hero

In the splendid shrine, a young man in luxurious feather weaving knelt and sat at the head, his slender white fingers gently brushing the white bone dagger on his lap.

A dozen or so masked people lowered their heads, both men and women, wearing uniform black feathers.

They hung their heads, maintaining their best etiquette and posture, not daring to slack off.

The young man's silver hair was casually scattered around his body, his handsome and clear face, a pair of sharp phoenix eyes that were slightly raised, and there was a bit of violence that could not be concealed between his brows.

The shrine was surprisingly quiet, and it wasn't until the sound of clogs rattling that the oppressive silence was broken.

A woman in a cumbersome kimono slowly walked into the shrine in the eyes of everyone.

The woman is very beautiful, with pale green hair, and the excitement and excitement that cannot be suppressed in the new green eyes that are like buds.

Her excitement seemed to be able to infect other people, and the masked man who had been hanging his head gradually raised his head at this time.

Their eyes are respectful and excited, full of awe.

Not to the woman who was walking slowly, but to the young man sitting at the top who never said a word.

"Cui." The young man above finally looked away from the bone dagger, and his light brown eyes looked at the woman with relief and gentleness.

"King." Cui trembled uncontrollably, and there was awe and admiration in the new green eyes.

"You've grown up too." A little bit of nostalgia was revealed in the light brown eyes. The youth was no longer alienated, as if he had finally stepped down from the altar and became like a person.

"Yes."

The young man smiled, "You were still a child when you were sent to me. You were a small ball, and you couldn't speak clearly, so you liked to cling to me."

Cui Jiaomei's cheeks flushed, "Wang, don't talk about it." Like a child whose parents said something wrong, Cui couldn't help but pouted in complaint.

Wang treated her like an elderly and kind father, and the days when she was by Wang's side were the happiest childhood in Cui's memory.

"Hahahahaha, time flies so fast." There was a hint of sadness in the young man's light brown eyes. "Cuidu has grown up, and has changed from a child to an heir."

Cui lowered her head, "It's my honor to share Wang's worries."

This young man is a god, and his contemporaries have gradually withered away and died under the baptism of time, and were forgotten by people.

Only he stands still in the torrent of time, standing eternally at the top of the world, never getting old, always guarding this place, as the pillar of the world, the brilliance never disappears.

Maker of order, overseer of laws.

The young man looked at Cui and smiled softly, with a gentle smile that was somewhat relieved, "Cui, you are the child I watched grow up, and you are also my chosen successor. I believe you can take responsibility."

In the shrine where Qingyue's voice echoed, Tsui solemnly knelt down, "I will definitely not let you down."

Jiang Min nodded, stood up, and looked around. This is the place where he lived for countless years, and every brick and tile was engraved in his mind.

Holding the white bone dagger, Jiang Min turned and left without a trace of remembrance.

Time is a cruel thing, it takes away everything he knows, whether it is people or things, they can only be kept in his memory.

Walking to the back of the shrine, there is a huge lake where the water and the sky meet, and the lake reflects the sky, regardless of each other.

The lake is clear and deep, the sky is blue and high, the clouds are floating, and the fish are swaying.

Jiang Min looked at everything, sitting by the lake as if he was tired, the lake reflected his own appearance.

Still so young and handsome, with silver hair and light brown eyes, nothing has changed.

It seems that he is still the energetic young man back then, and he has not experienced those wasted years.

"Tell me, can Cui do well?" Jiang Min looked up at the sky, his voice was soft and loving, as if he was asking a small child.

As if he got the answer, Jiang Min smiled, with a hint of helplessness and exhaustion in his smile, "She is her, I am me, I don't even know how much older than Cui is, how can you compare like that."

After being silent for a while, Jiang Min sighed, "Besides, I'm tired and want to rest."

Gently swipe across the lake with his fingers, ripples appeared on the calm lake, Jiang Min's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw himself in the past.

He who became a dragon.

As a monster, he reached the limits of what his race could achieve, becoming a being that exists only in fantasy and myth, the dragon.

A ferocious pale dragon rushed out of the ice, its huge white wings covered the sky, and its bony spurs protruded.

It was an abrupt combination of death and rebirth. The two extreme concepts were combined in one individual without any abruptness. The white dragon was full of strange beauty.

Originally, he was just a [dragon], a mundane thing with powerful power, but for some reason, he came into contact with the world consciousness and communicated with the world consciousness.

From that moment on, the dragon was endowed with divinity by the consciousness of the world, completely separated from the concept of mortal things, and became a real god, the White Dragon God.

He will not grow old, nor will he become weak due to the passage of time, and even the devouring inferiority of his own race has been suppressed to the extreme.

The mundane concept has faded away from the body, and he has become an immortal god with infinite life span.

But having the body of a god does not mean that the mind will not be tired.

All the people around him are aging and dying, only he stands in the shrine, unchanged, and the pain given by time is beyond ordinary and unbearable.

After all, Jiang Min is not a real god, but a mortal who has been endowed with divinity.

Will be lonely, will be lonely, will be tired.

His original purpose was just to survive.Simple and ridiculous, but it is the most sincere wish.

Later, he met his companions, made close friends, and became a person with great power to protect them.

But in the end, he lost everything except himself.

"I'm tired too. I've been with you for so long, so you should let me go." Jiang Min fiddled with the lake, and there was a huge shadow under the lake, as deep and dark as if it was connected to hell.

This is the burial ground of dragons.

The sky distorted for a while, like broken glass, and the broken space refracted the sunlight, colorful.

An immature mechanical voice came from all directions, intermittent, but full of anxiety, "No... no... the dragon... the only..."

Jiang Min fiddled with the lake water, "This world does not need dragons, nor does it need gods. Cuihui will be a great successor."

The light is fluctuating, it is trying its best to keep it.

The God it created is its favorite creation, and only God can accompany it forever regardless of the years.Except for the gods, the rest of the creatures, their time is too short.

It is so short that the world consciousness ignores it and it will turn into a cloud of dust.

"Dragon is just an era, not eternity, but you are eternity, don't be self-willed." Dragon is a miracle, an existence in a special period, but dragon is not forever.

The world doesn't need an eternal miracle.

The dragon is an order standing on countless corpses, and it is ruled by countless blood and tragedies.

But today's world is well-ordered, and there is no need for dragons to maintain order.

The dragon is no longer needed, the dragon can rest.

The colorful light refracted in the sky dimmed, Jiang Min smiled, the light brown eyes seemed to be shining with summer sunshine.

Standing up, walking towards the lake, the jagged white bones twisted and grew, piled up from the lake water, turned into pillars in the lake, emerged from the water, and became the way forward.

Jiang Min no longer remembered how much blood was stained on his hands, just like he didn't remember how many bones were buried in this lake.

Walking to the center of the lake, the dragon stopped.

The pale throne of bones rises from the bottom of the lake, the lake is surging, and there are countless snake-like shadows swimming in the lake. The ghostly figures shuttle through the road built by bones, like a mermaid in mythology.

Jiang Min sat on the throne with calm eyes. He thought of his former companions and former best friends, but they were all turned into bones over the years.

With rustling limbs, a person walked out from behind the throne, with black hair, rouge eyes, wearing a slim black suit, dark red gloves, and a handsome and even gorgeous face.

"You're here." Jiang Min sighed, his eyes filled with unresolved nostalgia.

"I'm not him, you know." The rouge eyes stared at Jiang Min, and the man smiled brightly.

"I know, you are me, my longing." Jiang Min looked at the man who had turned into a different limb.

"I am you, a god and a godslayer." The man bent down and approached the dragon on the throne, and took the bone dagger from Jiang Min's hand.

The dagger was pale and lingering, like a spine. There was a transparent ring between the hilt and the blade. The blade was blood red, and the dagger seemed to be pulsating like life.

The sky suddenly darkened, the wind howled, and the purple thunder and lightning twisted ferociously in the dark clouds like a snake.

In the lake, snake-like monsters rioted, rolling up water waves. They roared ferociously, and rushed towards the man one after another, but no matter how hard they tried, they were suppressed by the dragon underwater, unable to get any closer.

Killing gods is a sin and is not allowed.

Jiang Min smiled and gently opened his arms to embrace the man.

The bone dagger pierced the dragon's chest, and the blade easily tore the dragon's body and crucified the dragon to death on the bone throne.

The snake in the lake twisted wildly and screamed sharply, but to no avail.

After the man finished all this, he slowly lay on Jiang Min's lap, his rouge eyes slowly closed, and a smile appeared on his lips, like a child who was about to fall asleep and heard his favorite bedtime story .

The next moment, his flesh and blood quickly withered and dissipated, and finally turned into dust.

In the sky, a ray of sunlight broke free from the shackles of the dark clouds and shone on the throne of bones.The snake in the lake finally broke free from the restraint, jumped out of the water, and then froze in mid-air, turning into a crystal clear crystal sculpture, reflecting the sunlight.

The dark clouds finally dissipated, and the sun shone feebly on this magnificent and miraculous picture.

In the air, the space was distorted again, the colorful light trembled violently, the world consciousness was whining, the god he created with his own hands died, and died in the hands of the god himself.

Only gods can kill gods.

The author has something to say: the dragon is the kind of dragon in western fantasy, the kind with two wings~ But I am not a fat dragon!Absolutely not!White, old and beautiful!

Because it is a double-opening, it will be slow to follow up!mwah!

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set up

江珉

Occupation: Berserker

Master: Kariya Matou

Attribute: Chaos · Good (false)

Sex: Male

Height: 190cm

Weight: 160 catties

Capability parameters

Muscle Strength: A+

Durability: B

Agility: A+

Magic: C

Lucky: B

Noble Phantasm: EX

Divinity: A+

As a creature endowed with divinity, the divinity is extremely high, restrained by the lock of the sky

Class Ability

Madness

Against Magic: B

retain skills

Battle endurance: A

Leadership: A+

Theocracy: A+

It can benefit recipients, followers, believers, and allies, and can heal wounds with treasures.

Noble Phantasm Settings

Cell Differentiation (Grade: A):

Anti-army treasure.Separate and reshape the body cells to create new biological individuals, which are controlled by the body.

Dragon Transformation (Grade: A+):

Anti-city treasure.When the magic reserve reaches its peak, it will turn into a dragon

lament!Fallen God! (Level: EX)

For people ~ World Noble Phantasm.The weapon made of the dragon god's spine as the main body has two forms of short sword and long knife, and is endowed with the power of absolute sanctions by the laws of the world.Can cut everything.

Liberation language

The consciousness of the world is watching here... I am a follower of death, I am a sinner who kills gods, praise my lament, cast aside my sins, and gather the ambitions of the world to judge!lament!Fallen God!