I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"........."

Whose blood is this?

Such a stupid question did cross his mind for a second.

Complete waste of time.

And, after understanding its true meaning, I find it quite ridiculous.

The blood droplets that slipped from the fingertips formed a bead curtain, which seemed to gather into a fierce sea.

They seem to leak from the place where the severe pain spread before, but at this time there is almost no annoying pain - or it may be that the pain has reached the extreme and caused numbness, it just looks horrifying on the surface.

Hugging him desperately and refusing to let go, the kid whose head was wet with blood also disappeared without warning.

After all, it is a "dream" and there is no clear logic at all.

It can only be said that the reasons for these extraordinary changes are all hidden in "he" himself.

"So."

Hanging down his bleeding arm, ignoring the pool of blood slowly appearing at his feet, the silver-haired man looked up indifferently.

He seemed to sneer at these mystical things, but everything that should be his belongs to him, and it is impossible to avoid it even if he is upset.

"After tossing and tossing for so long, almost all the right and wrong things have been laid out-just like this, what should I think of?"

Before he realized that he was in the "dream", Eric saw many people and many side scenes.

His memory of them is still fragmentary, limited to the extent of "knowing that he knew these people", and he has no feelings so far.

Different from the experience of "recalling the past" that appeared many times before, this time I saw the old person in the form of a dream and revisited the past scene. The resonance in Eric's heart is still very little .

In other words, it's a little strange.

He stayed for so long with a mentality that was only a little better than a cold-eyed bystander, and his mood fluctuated the most when he saw the white-haired kid.

Now the ups and downs have subsided again.

Eric wanted to know the ins and outs, but after a moment of irritability, he was not particularly anxious now.

Anyway, the "truth" obtained so far is only half, it seems to be done on purpose, aiming to attract people who have been aroused to approach actively.

The more so, the less he intends to be so active.

As soon as the blood-stained little ghost disappeared for no reason, the surrounding scene also changed.

The most prominent change is that Eric is no longer walking on the city wall.

The color of the blood slowly falling from his slightly curled fingertips was black, and the darker soil under his feet was silently submerged.

As soon as it changed, he smelled a burning smell.

Needless to say, the dark layer of things that you stepped on must be the scorched earth left by the flames.

"……battlefield?"

A not-so-wonderful premonition first surfaced in my heart a little bit, but it hasn't attracted attention yet.

Eric recalled a certain scene whose impression was already somewhat blurred, but the two locations have not yet shown the connection of the same place.

—at least for now.

The scorched earth is only one step away from being completely carbonized, and occasionally a spark that has not yet been extinguished can be glimpsed from a few corners.

The change of scene did not cause the man in it to have any obvious change of mood, and he could still walk forward calmly and look around by the way.

Time seemed to be frozen at the time when the setting sun was about to fall, and the thick clouds were dyed a color brighter than blood.

The entire sky as far as I could see turned into a blood curtain that seemed to be pressing on the ground urgently.

Depression is a matter of course. Walking under the blood curtain, even if your heart is not affected by the strange scenery, you will still feel a little out of breath.

He took a closer look at the ground, um, it was indeed a battlefield.

It was after these few steps in a random direction that Eric walked from an empty place with only scorched soil to a slightly more substantial place.

What first appeared in the eyes were broken knives and broken arrows scattered around the ground.

The weapon, which does not look like its original appearance at all, has lost its luster. It should not have been silent for a long time, but the surface is full of rust.

Eric didn't pay attention for a while, and stepped on a tattered arrow that had no arrowhead, which was mostly buried in the scorched earth.

"Crack!"

The remnant arrow was shattered completely, the fine powder mixed with the soil, it was hard to tell apart.

"Tsk."

The culprit made a sound of disgust, because while the arrow was shattered, there was a dark and sticky mass on the sole of his shoe, which couldn't be cleaned.

Starting from here and going forward, the land has become this disgusting look.

The red sky reflects the black soil.

Countless broken knives and arrows slanted into the black soil point to the sky, and the rust spots that corrode the body are like blood-colored tears of silent accusation.

——Even without personally witnessing the horrors of the past battlefields.

——Even if you don’t know anything about the origins that happened here.

Just saw this scene.

Just walk here.

The desolate breath collided with the still active body, as if crying or roaring.

Eric suddenly felt a dullness in his chest.

It's not enough for him to feel out of breath, but it's inevitable that a little bit of resentment will surge up.

"Another uncomfortable place..."

Many broken swords and knives had already been crushed by him angrily, and the viscous unknown liquid was still gushing up from the ground.

This kind of childish behavior of venting anger is not what a man in memory would do. The difference between the past and the present is still very big, and it is easy to distinguish.

Eric hadn't noticed this yet, when he happened to step on the broken knife that was in the way and got in the way.

The degree of dilapidation of this knife is far worse than that encountered before, as if it has started to rot from the inside.It didn't even make a rattling sound when it was crushed, and it turned into black sludge, which once again touched his body.

Eric: "..."

Eric (finally a little annoyed): "It's annoying! What the hell are you trying to do by dragging me here?!"

The voice spread, but there was no response.

The color of the clouds seems to be getting darker, and the color is so bright that it almost bleeds.

The cold wind blowing from nowhere also carried a strong smell of blood.

He stood alone in the middle of the extremely cold and silent past battlefield.

How lonely.It was so cold from what I could see.

There was no way, even if he wanted to wake up, Eric had to be patient and move on.

His uninjured right arm was still bleeding, and the spots of scarlet disappeared after sinking into the soil, unable to form a clear line of blood.

However, the place under his feet has become more and more crimson as time goes by.

The color of the soil changed.

When the man stopped again, it was as if the sky and the earth were reversed, and the blood-colored clouds fell on the earth.

But the fact is that the sky and the earth are not reversed, but the ground is filled with real blood.

With every step, the wet ground is dented.

The dazzling bright red liquid slowly leaked from the side until it covered the black boots.

How long has it been?He fell into such a difficult situation.

Eric has also discovered that something is wrong.

It's not just the bleeding arm that's getting more and more painful, approaching a terrifying limit that ordinary people can't bear for a moment.

His left eye was suddenly covered with a layer of blood, and the remaining hot liquid dripped from his forehead, and that eye turned pitch black in severe pain.

"--Well."

Immediately afterwards, a very salty taste gushed out of his mouth.

Opening his mouth unconsciously, the man with a gloomy expression spit out a mouthful of blood, and the mixed small fragments in the blood seemed to come from some kind of internal organs.

It seemed that a period of time was cut off, because in an instant, countless swords and arrows that had fallen miserably in the mud just a moment ago shook off their rust and all plunged into his body.

He didn't fall.

Leaving aside the fact that this was a "dream", even if it were a reality, it would not be enough for him to show weakness in embarrassment.

only--

"really……"

Swallowing a mouthful of blood foam, feeling the same pain as reality, Eric can still be distracted, thinking, that's right, it is the scene he dreamed about a long time ago.

——The man with a blurred face was drenched in blood, his injuries were astonishingly serious, and the place he passed was also a sea of ​​blood piled up by mountains of corpses.

This is the last scene that "he" presented before his death.

right.It is almost the same as the dream that has been repeated many times.

Not right again.Because the only thing missing is the most important part.

What about those mountains of corpses floating in the sea of ​​blood?

Only blood was seen here, and no corpse was seen.

Was it hidden?Or, this "dream" still exists...

"..."

"........."

There was a sudden break in his thoughts.

The sight of the only remaining right eye fell, passing through layers of red.

Someone—more than one person—prostrated on the ground, trembling outstretched hands, and countless hands were broken, but tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.

The blood from their hands was smeared on his already dirty body.

Eric lowered his head, and among the faces distorted by pain and despair, some of them were the faces of people he had seen in front of the palace before.