Jonas was born, and he came into the world from his mother's body. This process made both parties feel painful. The boy felt sorry for his wailing mother and was extremely grateful for her efforts.
However, the other soul in his body was still muttering to himself, and Jonas vaguely remembered that it had always been there, but he had always ignored it.
"Disgusting, disgusting half-breed bastard, damn, why are they not Nords, but despicable Bretons..."
When Jonas was born, he began a life that belonged to two people. That cruel, bloodthirsty, and violent personality had been screaming in his ears. Yes, it was just that he couldn't hear it before, but now he can hear it.
He despised everything of mortals, including food, architecture, clothing, weapons, and even art, war, politics, philosophy, and science, and criticized all aspects.
Jonas lived his life honestly, and his life trajectory did not change at all. In fact, he was just a bystander, watching this memory.
Everything is exactly the same as deep in my mind, except there is one more.
"What's your name?"
"Shut up, you trash! You don't deserve to know my name!" The noise started again.
Jonas sighed silently.
When he was one year old, Jonas spoke intermittently and laughed wildly at the mentally retarded.
When he was two years old, other children would run away. Jonas was left in the room with a Red Guard woman responsible for taking care of him. Jonas was ironically a prisoner in the family and the Red Guard was the jailer. Jonas retorted several times.
After the sentence, he was still fussing about it, so he simply stopped continuing the topic.
When he is three years old, his mother will take him for a walk in the spacious living room when she is free. She likes to sit on the balcony, bask in the sun, play the flute and sing soothing songs. Whenever this lady starts to hum, she will
He began to make noise, like a noisy child covering his ears. Jonas ignored the interference and listened intently to every note that came out of his mother's nasal cavity.
When he was four years old, he was about to start reading and writing. Jonas's talent was quite good and he had a natural curiosity about knowledge. Although he was always ridiculed, Jonas didn't care because he knew that children didn't have much ability.
His father's face became gloomier day by day. He would drink and vent in the living room, and the noise would come in through the door wall of Jonas's bedroom, which felt like a thundercloud roaring.
"Your father is such a disgrace." He began to sarcastically mock Jonas as usual.
"oh."
"Are you so willing? If your good-for-nothing dad could be stronger and smarter, you would still be a child of a Daggerfall noble family. Haha, although this kind of noble family is worthless, don't you want to continue this life?
?Live in peace and contentment, be a young master, and don’t have to suffer like that, being bought and sold, having your adoptive parents killed..."
"That's enough!" Jonas said angrily for the first time, "My life is not a game on a chessboard. Even though I lost a move, I can never regret it. What kind of me I am still depends on myself.
Assessment, no matter what you say, I won't listen to a word of your words. My husband once said that if people don't accept their fate, there should be no so-called ifs. Once they do, they are following the same old path."
He was so angry that he yelled, "Go to hell! It's up to you to turn into a dog willingly! You have to know that no one will be sincere to you except me! Because they all want to use us and kill us."
That dragon in fate, so they can live with peace of mind, but what about us? We don’t even know when we will die!"
After finishing speaking, he took a big breath and regained his composure before continuing to curse, "Don't mention that husband of yours to me. He's just a despicable lycanthrope. What can he do if he's a little clever? He can't die for you! Leave as soon as possible.
He, leave everyone, we find a place, gather people and horses, occupy the mountain and become the king, just like your ancestors, self-proclaimed some kind of noble, hahaha, how happy that is!"
Jonas scoffed, "I thought you looked down on such petty behavior."
"That's because you, this loser, have limited my power."
"Your power?"
"Yes, as long as you nod and let me make the decision for you, you will have the most powerful strength in the world, and you will be a god in the world!"
"Oh, but I refuse."
He shouted angrily again.
…
"Vasiruma!" [Dragon Roar: Shock]
The boy uttered a desolate dragon language, and in an instant he seemed to turn into a majestic mountain, high and thick, rooted in the earth, with unlimited power.
Lu Zhengkang felt great psychological pressure, and his body was sending signals of surrender and escape uncontrollably.
Jonas was replaced by another soul, very powerful, as arrogant as the oldest dragon.
Di Luo wanted to help, but Lu Zhengkang shouted back. Four graybeards appeared at the entrance of the courtyard at some unknown time and stood on the steps to watch the battle.
Lu Zhengkang cast a courage spell on himself to offset the negative state, and then rushed over with bare hands.
The boy's second personality has realized that it is difficult for the destruction spells to cause harm to the trolls, but to the giant dragon, no matter how thick the armor is, it is nothing more than mud and grass clippings, vulnerable to a single blow.
"Kriluo!" [Dragon Roar: Mark of Death]
The rapid blue-purple air ball hit the charging troll, and it was impossible to escape from such a short distance.
The magic tattoos on Lu Zhengkang's body dimmed instantly, and a huge feeling of weakness came over him.
The troll man's eyes widened, and a halo of murderous intent spread out, covering a corner of the courtyard without expanding indiscriminately.
For an instant, the boy's movements stiffened, and Lu Zhengkang lightly slashed his neck with his palm. However, the aura of killing intent did not have much control over people with strong minds, especially those with strong minds.
It can only be contained for a short moment.
The hand knife grazed along the boy's left ear. Then, the Brighton boy suddenly broke free and rushed forward crazily. He grabbed Lu Zhengkang's face with one hand, and hit Lu Zhengkang's thoracic spine with the raised knuckles of his other hand. His mouth opened wide and he wanted to
Biting the throat.
Lu Zhengkang has never taught this kind of fighting technique like a beast, or in other words, it is the instinct of the boy's second personality.
Sure enough, it was a dragon soul.
…
That day is approaching, like some kind of judgment.
On a deep rainy night, when every wanderer leaves his hometown and weeps in the sky, his mother took Jonas, who was only five years old, out of the ditch hole and got on the servant's carriage.
, fled in embarrassment.
The city was extremely silent, with only the violent storm whipping the human gathering place on the peninsula. The raindrops were dense and cold, and they could make a small hole in the clothes and cause pain on the skin.
In the dark night, the shadow of the city loomed under the lead clouds billowing with pale lightning. It was so dark that it was impossible to see the specific outline, let alone the appearance of a home.
A long roar sounded in the city, followed by the shouts of soldiers and horses, a hail of daggers, and the wind and rain of the world suddenly overwhelmed the wind and rain of heaven and earth.
The crackling, screams, exclamations, roars, the voices of people, the sounds of weapons, and the sounds of buildings, all mixed together, like drum beats, like exploding fireballs, making people dare not look or listen, the God of Death is here
Wandering in the sky, his eyes were so full of malice...
a long time.
He could no longer hear the shouts behind him. The rainy night was so quiet, and his mother whispered in his ear, "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid..."
