Chapter 99

It's not easy to weave the star thread. The river of destiny extends to countless different branches. Unfortunately, for this tiny star, almost all of them are dead ends.

If you want to change the inherent structure of the world, you will suffer crazy resistance and resistance, which is a matter of course.

Generally speaking, it will take many years of constant beating and shaking to disintegrate the original structure and then establish a new system. Anyone who wants to succeed at one time will only suffer a lot.

But there is always hope.

[even if it's only one in a billion, I'll find the way to miracle

The girl with silver hair and white skirt, with bright eyes, is walking through the long river of destiny again and again, exploring the possibility of continuity.

She saw one broken future after another, one sad ending after another.

The sun is like blood, the halberd is broken and the sand is sinking, and the corpses are everywhere.

Constantly in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way of life.

many a time.

many a time.

I don't know how many times.

Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel tired, and her original firm will began to sink.

Want to have a rest, want to sleep, the twinkling stars of the pupil is also slowly dim, through the long river of fate of the body slowly stagnation, the edge of the body is also gradually empty.

As if it would dissipate at any time, fall into the stars, fall into the world.

She tried to fly again, but her fingers had slowly dissipated into bursts of light.

[or is it irreparable

Just as she was about to despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.

Blue wings, like a dream, flying.

She became a butterfly, as if the butterfly had become her.

In this way, the butterfly flapped its wings again, leaped up and ran rapidly in the long river of destiny. Its seemingly fragile wings were stronger and stronger than anything else.

Even the washing of time, even the impact of stars, can not damage the slightest.

The speed of the butterfly is faster and faster, there is no upper limit.

Finally, she turned into a light, reflecting the whole fate of the river.

Finally, a path to the miracle was picked out.

The blue butterfly turns into a silver haired girl again. She carefully picks up the broken star line.

Strands of golden light from the virtual air continue to gather, intertwine with each other, forming threads, and then continue to grow and extend.

This tiny star, along this path, will lead to a new world.

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The land of the west wind, the wind in the wilderness.

The shocking starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, just like the aurora.

Pullman was running in the cold wind, and the armor stained with blood was particularly cold. However, the amber fruit in his belly released surging heat and magic, and with his breathing, he vomited out bursts of white fog.

His consciousness has never been as clear as it is now, and the stagnant core of transcendence has begun to loosen.

Pullman's talent is not high, even ordinary. If it wasn't for Loran Hill who gave him the extraordinary fruit to improve his constitution, he would even have a problem condensing the extraordinary core.

After taking many extraordinary fruits, plus so many years of training between life and death, he can enter sequence 5. Among several companions, his qualification is the worst.

Fortunately, excellent sword skills and diligent training finally made up for some deficiencies, but also to the limit, his road of extraordinary sequence has already slowly stopped.

Like the door of a huge stone, it's heavy and closed, and you can't see the future.

But now in the running, he noticed the long lost dawn, the rigid core began to operate according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a dragon, beating slowly, but it was so powerful.

In the past, we can not understand the knowledge and difficulties, but at this time we can understand them.

The extraordinary core of consciousness is a black gem with complex veins.

The light is like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and the dark golden lines begin to be engraved on the gems and spread.

Not only Pullman, but also other rebel soldiers in the wilderness. Before, those who had condensed the extraordinary core began to ascend. Those who had not condensed the core also began to condense their own core in the body.

The endless mana, the star light carrier in the sky, and the magic that was hard to sense in the past, are so clear now that it doesn't matter if some people don't understand and some people don't have enough qualifications.

The stars are like invisible silk thread, drawing mana and magic, carefully avoiding obstacles and obstruction, constantly sketching the core of the sequence.

It's just like throwing ink on the canvas, just forming a masterpiece.

You can say that the probability of this kind of thing is very low, but you can't deny the possibility.

Roll 100 times, each time is 1, the probability is one in a billion.

And the miracle is to pick this result out of billions and make it the only one destined.

As Pullman walked faster and faster, the air seemed to be fresher and fresher under the starry sky, and the enemy's actions could be seen in his field of vision. At this time, in the sea of consciousness, the Obsidian like extraordinary core, such as a blooming lotus, had pale gold veins on the black petals, and the brilliance flowed.

And he finally advanced to the War Series 7, tyrannical Lord, which was the climax of the information given by the girl.

Before the dark pupil color, it was still the blazing thunder light, carrying the momentum of the mountain and tsunami, coming face to face.

The sword is made of black steel. It's thick and heavy. It flies like a swallow. Then it falls down like a cook. It cuts a knight in half and sprays hot blood.

The world in Pullman's eyes has never been so clear. The wind and grass around him seem to slow down the enemy's movements by 10 times. The flaws that were hard to detect in the past are so conspicuous and clear that they can be split as easily as drinking water.

After a sword, the first casualty of the disease knights, and this is just the beginning.

Their front again rushed to the gathered square, and the thunder ran on the earth.

The uprising army, the close line of long guns, the extraordinary magic began to gather at the tip of the gun, the cold light overflowed, and a dangerous momentum was about to emerge.

Stab——

Cold iron across the armor, flesh, bones, a piece of meat, head mixed with steel rolling down the earth, splashing blood and dust.

The square array, which was as crisp as thin paper before, now turns into a sharp and cold side knife, harvesting the rebellious lives one by one.

Under the starlight of the earth, the thunder gradually stopped.

Since then, the thundering Knight's order has been removed from the mainland and become a real legend.

From today on, a new myth will be spread in the wild with melodious bagpipes.

The starry country, clancia.

This country, built on the guidance of the sages, will eventually change the world.