Eight hundred and five chapters only one person in the north
Snowflakes fell one by one, and the snow quickly covered the ground, just like a naughty child waving a crayon, and the whole world turned white.
The breath I exhaled was white, and I stared blankly at everything in front of me. The spreading mountains were all white.
The moment I drew my sword, in a daze, the whole world became like this.
The boundless snowfield spreads at the end of the horizon, frozen waterfalls hang above the glacial lake, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance seem to be the background, but they feel close to you.
"Eliza... Heloise?"
The strange sense of space replaced my world view. When I was the only one left in the world, everything became calm.
It's so quiet, so cold, and I'm so used to this world with nothing.
When you take a step forward, there is only the sound of stepping on snow.
"Is anyone there?!"
My shouting came back as "Is there anyone there?" echoing in the snowy mountains.
I tried to be on guard against such a world, but I could never concentrate. My instinct told me that there was no danger here. I only existed here, and it was a safe haven for me alone.
"What kind of evil spell is this?"
I can't understand what kind of spell can trap me in such an area instantly.
Mental image world? No, I didn’t feel the source of magic.
Transfer spell? Forcefully teleporting me is basically impossible.
Everything is real? That is even more impossible. Just now it was a world of infinite flames, and it was still facing the current God of the Fire Element. It is even more impossible to be in such an area.
Such a land of ice and snow is not suitable for the existence of fire elemental creatures. On the contrary, it is more suitable for ice magic like me...
"Huh?"
Only then did I realize that what I was holding in my hand was not my familiar lightsaber, but a transparent ice blade.
This is a crystal-clear long knife. Its two-edged and five-edged blade surpasses common sense. The streamlined blade has no modification at all, and its natural curvature has a strange beauty.
Wherever it exists, it is naturally unmodified. The transparent blade is as thin as a cicada's wings, making people wonder if it will break into pieces if it is slightly impacted. It looks more like a work of art than a weapon.
But the slight chill reminds me that this ice sword, the Demon Sword Beidi, is definitely a murderous weapon.
It has no hilt, and the entire blade is a blade. Before you know it, the right hand holding the sword is already covered with blood. It has not yet dripped on the ground, but it has turned into red snowdrops.
Blood droplets flowed away from the blade, and cold air surrounded the blade, inexplicably attracting everyone's attention.
"This is a vicious sword."
The inexplicable feeling turned into reality in my heart. I instinctively knew that this sword was longing for life. Whether it belonged to the enemy or my own, the price of its existence in the world was the sacrifice of life.
After inserting the sword into the snow, I sat down helplessly, sitting in the snow, looking at the boundless snow scene and the white clouds in the sky, and lying in the snow in confusion.
Seeing this sword, I finally figured out what kind of strange spell brought me here. I obviously brought myself here by myself.
reason?
"Oh, it turns out that I am just a coward, and I have obviously become enlightened..."
Can people deceive themselves? I have always thought that it is possible. If you tell too many lies, they will naturally come true. But this time, it seems that you have failed again.
Perhaps, even this sword is more honest than me. It chose the most unacceptable way to escape for me.
I originally thought that it would take some time for the Demonic Sword Northland to be perfected. After all, I could never describe the most realistic Northland in my heart. But from now on, it seems that what I lack is actually just a little emotion.
Despair? Pain? Confusion? Enlightenment? I can't be sure which emotion completed this sword for me. After all, there is no shortage of these things in the North, but I know that I will never thank it.
There is no point in escaping. Delaying the arrival of pain will only turn the time of waiting for pain into a kind of torture. What should come will always come.
Obviously, the strength has been substantially improved with the shaping of the sword body, and the power of this magic sword is far beyond expectations, but there is nothing exciting about it.
Why did it ask me to make a choice when it was just born? Was it aware of my inner uneasiness? Or was it just out of control after completing itself? Well, knowing the reason is actually pointless...
"Okay, let me out."
I never thought that one day I would actually speak to my own sword, but the most frustrating thing is that these words are meaningless.
"I said, it's okay, I'm ready to wake up, let me out."
Is the suppressed inexplicable anger towards this sword, or towards myself for not living up to expectations?
Time passed bit by bit, but this boring scenery did not change at all. Anxiety turned into a flame burning in my chest.
"Don't be troublesome! You are just a sword!"
"You are nothing, you are just a part of me! You can't make decisions for me!"
"Open it, what you are doing now is meaningless."
Knowing clearly that words are meaningless, the inexplicable anxiety turned into an angry roar, surging back and forth in the snowy mountains, and finally everything calmed down.
In this world of ice and snow where I was the only one, doing meaningless things, finally, the flame of anxiety went out, and every minute made the countdown to doomsday get further.
The pendulum of doomsday was ticking, confusion and fear were mixed together, four or five hours were wasted, and the roaring questions turned into murmuring pleas.
"...Please, open it..."
The next moment, the whole world disappeared, and what I saw in front of me was no longer the mountains of ice and snow, but the familiar home.
Has the magic sword reached its limit? Or is everything irreversible?
It's just that the scene in front of me is a little abnormal. My maid is using a meteor hammer... I mean, she is holding my cat's tail and shaking it hard. Judging from the cat's angry scream, I don't seem to have any.
How long have you been gone?!
"Roland, help! Why did you disappear in an instant? Where did you go just now?"
"How long have I been missing?"
"Two or three minutes. I'm being bullied. Please help me! Hey, there are ice beads on your face, in the shape of teardrops. Could it be..."
"That's your illusion! Do you still want me to save you?"
I quickly wiped my face, and I didn't know what to say. It seemed that the ability of this magic sword was indeed far beyond my expectation. I was a little scared, but also a little regretful. In the end, it turned into happiness. At least, I
No irreversible decision has been made yet.
After several hours of being alone in the world of ice and snow, my mood changed repeatedly, which made me calm down completely.
There is only one way to the future? No, I have always believed that there is no desperate situation in this world. Even in despair, there is endless hope. It is just that we did not grit our teeth and persist until the moment of turning, and did not find the only hope.
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"A desperate world? A desperate scene? It's not like I haven't experienced moments more desperate than this. Facing the doomsday with a sad face is not suitable for me. There is only a glimmer of hope... No, even in a desperate situation without hope.
I have to break through the wall!" (To be continued.)
