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- Although I don¡¯t quite understand it, I don¡¯t know why this happened. `
But now I am a monster.
??To describe it specifically, I don¡¯t know whether I should say it is an undead spirit or a fusangshen.
¡°In short, after an unknown amount of time of confusion and chaos¡ I became what I am now.
¡ª¡ªA complete set of warriors.
Or rather, a black ghost entrenched in the samurai's equipment.
¡°I don¡¯t know if I will die if I leave this armor, and I don¡¯t know how to leave.
Although it feels like two parts, it acts as one.
"Well¡¡"
Sitting on the ground, the rusty but extremely sharp demon knife was stuck beside him.
While holding the non-existent chin, he pondered. Even though he had been in this world for a few days, the boy he once was and the monster he was now still didn't quite understand what was going on right now.
¡°¡It feels like the world is in chaos.¡±
The only thing that can be confirmed is this, and the reason is that the trouble has been coming to the door one after another in the past few days.
The warriors, who looked either strong or weak, and dressed luxuriously or simply, waved their swords and shouted various lines to defeat themselves, but they all died under their own swords.
Although I also feel that this is not right, it seems that my heart has become like a monster. I obviously killed someone, but I don't feel any guilt at all.
It was self-defense and counterattack anyway - just such a reason made me let go of all worries. If you look at it from a human point of view I'm afraid only the Happy Killer can say this, right?
But don¡¯t say anything else.
And thanks to the samurai who came one after another, the monsters became stronger and stronger.
By killing those guys and 'absorbing' their armor and swords, the monster's power is growing rapidly.
??To this day, the opponent who initially had to fight hard can now be cut into two pieces with just one sword strike.
Because of this, starting from this morning, no one dared to appear in front of him - in front of him, a demon who had achieved the goal of killing a hundred people.
"Forget it, I don't want to anymore."
Standing up from the mountain of debris, I straightened the tattered flag behind me. The place where the family crest should have been painted was now blank. However, even if there were only ugly stains on it, the monster still instinctively valued it and cherished it.
After all, that is the origin of its body, its ¡®surname¡¯, although he can¡¯t remember it now - just like he can¡¯t remember the name before this body in this era.
But there will definitely be a chance in the future, right?
There is a chance to get that name back.
Therefore, even if the family crest cannot be seen yet, he still protects the flag with great care.
"I'm just looking for trouble if I continue to stay here I've almost seen enough of the scenery on the battlefield. 8 novel`"
Look around.
As I said before, this is a battlefield where I don¡¯t know who is fighting who.
I am a monster born from nowhere.
The murderous intent and death on this battlefield have gathered together. I don¡¯t know whether it is the armor or the last example of the condensed souls of injustice.
A red light shone in the black mist under the monster's helmet, like glasses, etching the desolate land and the numerous weapons into his memory.
¡°Then, with a little nostalgia for the place of birth, I jumped off the hill where the corpses were piled up, and walked forward with a click.
Where to go?
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?I honestly don¡¯t know.
No one has spoken to him, no one is not afraid of him, and no one has told him where he is.
He is an enemy to all humans.
I just don¡¯t know what other monsters will think of him.
¡°You¡¯ve decided, let¡¯s find someone to come out with, right?¡±
He twisted his non-existent neck and randomly determined a direction.
In ancient Japan, which was still lush and beautiful, monsters were very confident in meeting their companions.
but.
One day passed.
Two days have passed.
Ten days have passed.
I haven¡¯t met any of the companions I hoped to meet.
There are more and more warriors and onmyoji coming to attack him.
"So complicated."
While saying this, he killed them without hesitation.
Although at first I felt a little hesitant about being like this and having to fight to the death with humans.
But soon, it was?The heart that turns into a monster throws all that behind.
"Don't come looking for death."
It does not actively kill, but will kill the enemy without hesitation when attacked.
In this way, he moved forward without hesitation, and his decisive and sharp style even brought him a new name.
"Suffer death! Shura demon!"
I don¡¯t know why, I haven¡¯t heard of it in my previous life, it¡¯s probably just a name made up of two words: Shura and Monster, but it unexpectedly makes this body feel happy.
So he smiled, for the first time in his life, or the first time since his rebirth, he did not kill the enemy with a sword.
"Praise my name, fear my body, revere this sword and armor in the dark night, look up to the path of Shura in the mire of blood."
He just cut off his eyes and let the desperate warrior go.
The starting point is ¡®interesting¡¯.
The reason for letting go is ¡®happiness¡¯.
After that, the Shura Demon was ready to be found again, ready to completely finish off the blind warrior.
¡°But what he didn¡¯t expect was that although the other party did find him afterwards¡ they didn¡¯t attack him with a knife.
The blindfolded young man, holding the sword in his arms, stumbled behind him - just following him.
Then he became stronger.
At first, he couldn¡¯t even walk well and always fell to the ground. If the Shura Demon hadn¡¯t been in a hurry, he might have left him behind.
But after that, his eyes that were cut off seemed to be able to see something again Although it was still inconvenient to walk, he was able to walk normally.
Until the endhe finally had a clear mind.
He began to block the humans who tried to challenge the Shura demon and defeated them time and time again.
So gradually, names such as ¡®Asura¡¯s Gatekeeper¡¯, ¡®Shin¡¯s Eyes¡¯ and ¡®Asura¡¯ gradually spread.
He has his own disciples and his own school.
Although he is still following behind him.
"Master Shura Demon!"
So.
finally.
One day, he finally stood in front of the armor again, and then bowed respectfully.
Sincerely bow to him - to him, this monster, this enemy.
The monster can neither draw a sword against him nor kill him.
"You have become stronger."
"Yes."
¡°¡That¡¯s great.¡±
"Thank you for your tolerance."
What is that feeling?
It took a long time for Jia Jia, who had been wandering in this world for who knows how many years, to finally understand that the word is "loneliness".
Monsters can also feel the loneliness and become crazy about it.
¡°Come and have a fight with me.¡±
So he said it without murderous intent.
The man who was no longer a young man respectfully agreed.
The two men fought on a moonlit night, under the watchful eyes of more than a hundred people.
¡ª¡ªThe battle situation was one-sided. It only took a few rounds for Shura Demon to completely overwhelm the blind man.
Just like a long time ago, the Shura demon killed a group of warriors as cleanly as it slaughtered chickens and dogs.
But, this time. He didn't kill him, and the crowd no longer cried out in fear.
Facing the hill, the prostrate crowd chanted his name, conveying awe to his heart.
So, he understood.
It turns out that at some pointthe monster has become a great monster that makes people fear, and that man has also become a famous swordsman.
He is no longer a simple Shura demon.
But what people are vying to praise: part of Suzhan Mingzun, the demonic nature and bravery flowing out of that god.
Is that true?
Is that really the case?
Who knows.
But there is no doubt that because of this belief, because of this awe - he is no longer a monster that everyone hates.
His armor was covered with red and black light, and his sword turned into a cold and cruel treasure.
He is still him, and his strength is his strength.
But he is no longer a demon, but a god.
This change satisfied him.
So, finally one day, he was tired of walking.
"Just right here."
It seems that due to his faith, his mentality becomes increasinglyIt was peaceful, but he did not reject this feeling.
He led the sword master and his disciples to the foot of a mountain and opened an open space for them with his sword.
They built a shrine to him and settled there.
Since then, a long, long time has passed.
Its armor slept in the depths of the temple, dreaming of leisurely and sad dreams of the past, while the clan protected by him built a prosperous home outside and became a new aristocratic family.
Generation after generation.
Year by year.
Revere the way of Shura, immerse in the power of blood, and praise the terror of Suzhan Mingzun.
Finally, one day, Armor woke up again.
Looking at the prosperous everything in front of me, I realized again - I don't belong here.
"I am Shura Demon"
Reciting the reputation that has been praised for hundreds of years.
"I am the half body of Suzhan Mingzun"
Taking the evil of the gods upon himself, before he knew it, he was already half a great god.
He can no longer recall his original name.
I don¡¯t care about that anymore.
However, he still felt lonely, extremely lonely.
He longs for companions - even monsters, not the descendants of the Sword Master who bow to him.
He almost wanted to make a big fuss, to make huge waves in an era that no longer believed in gods, and to let the mystery return.
But finally, just when he was about to do it.
A crack opened in front of him.
A girl in purple clothes jumped out of the crack lightly and looked at him with a smile.
"When we meet for the first time, Su Zhanming respects his orders."
She is a monster.
¡°As soon as I met her, I realized she was a monster.
He searched for hundreds of years but could not find his fellow monsters.
So, when she asked tentatively¡ª¡ª
"Would you like to come to Gensokyo?"
¡ª¡ªWhen asking this question.
Armor simply cannot refuse.
The soul that was almost torn apart by loneliness burned violently, causing the armor to emit an unprecedented flame.
Its eyes lit up and its armor trembled.
Then, just when the girl in purple wondered whether she had said something wrong or done something rude.
Armor calmed down, and then, in a tone that could almost be called gentle, answered one word.
"good."
It¡¯s extremely surprising.
And extremely reassuring.
ps: Although I haven¡¯t been back for a long time, because someone said something in a certain chapter of his, I updated a chapter, which is like digging another hole (Hey
ps1: The content is as weak as ever, and the writing is as bad as ever. I am just talking to myself. I do not represent anyone, nor do I persuade anyone to agree with my views. Readers, please view the content with your personal understanding and opinions, and feel free to comment. You are responsible for your own opinions - we reserve the right of final interpretation
PS2: I am quite busy at work and work overtime every day, so the update will not be very stable, or it will definitely be unstable.
ps4: Clearly express one of my views: words are the carrier of ideas. No matter what the content is, it will eventually have an impact on serious readers, and this impact should be positive in any case, which is the so-called positive impact. energy. Even if this kind of positive energy does not play a clear guiding role in a person's development in society and in the future, it should not just satisfy a person's delusional desires, or make him or her radical towards society.
ps5: So, although I only found out about this thing after reading Snake¡¯s book review, I only express one opinion: I hope people who read my book will not participate, join, or spread this kind of thing - it will neither give Anyone who brings victory will not do your mind any good. This is not even the basic literati's affection, and it is not qualified
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