Weaving star threads is not easy. The long river of destiny extends to countless different branches. Unfortunately, for this tiny star, they are almost all dead ends.
If you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will encounter crazy resistance and resistance. This is a matter of course.
Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant beating and shaking to disintegrate the original structure and then establish a new system. Anyone who wants to succeed at once will only suffer a lot.
But, there is always hope.
[Even if there is only one chance in a billion, I will find this path to a miracle.
The girl with silver hair and white dress, with burning eyes, travels through the river of destiny again and again, exploring the possibility of continuation.
She saw one shattered future after another, and one sad ending after another.
The setting sun is like blood, broken halberds sink in the sand, and corpses litter the fields.
Keep turning in the long river of fate, looking for possible ways to survive.
again and again.
again and again.
I don’t know how many times.
A kind of fatigue came over like a tide, flooding the whole body and mind. Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel tired, and her original firm will began to gradually sink.
I really want to take a rest, I really want to sleep, my starry eyes are slowly dimming, my body traveling in the long river of destiny is slowly coming to a standstill, and the edges of my body are gradually blurring.
It seems that it will dissipate at any time, fall into the stars, and fall into the mortal world.
She tried to fly up again, but her fingers slowly dissipated and turned into bursts of light particles.
[Still, is it irreversible?
Just when she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.
The blue wings are dancing gracefully like a dream.
She turned into a butterfly, and it was as if the butterfly turned into her.
Just like that, the butterfly flapped its wings again, jumped up lightly, and quickly traveled through the long river of destiny. Its seemingly fragile wings were stronger and more powerful than anything else.
Even the wash of time and the collision of stars cannot damage it in the slightest.
The speed of the butterfly is getting faster and faster, and there is no upper limit.
In the end, she turned into light, reflecting the entire river of destiny.
Finally, a path leading to miracles was picked out.
The blue butterfly turned into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star thread.
Threads of golden light spots continue to gather from the void, intertwining with each other to form threads, and then continue to grow and extend.
This tiny star will lead to a new world along this trajectory.
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The land of the west wind, where the wind blows in the wilderness.
The shocking starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, like an aurora.
Pullman ran in the cold wind, and his blood-stained armor was extremely cold. However, the [Amber Fruit] in his belly released surging heat and magic power, spitting out bursts of white mist as he breathed.
His consciousness has never been so clear as it is now, and the originally stagnant extraordinary core has begun to loosen.
Pullman's talent is not high, it can even be said to be ordinary. If Lorraine Hill hadn't given him extraordinary fruits to improve his physique, he would have had problems condensing his extraordinary core.
After taking many extraordinary fruits, coupled with so many years of training in life and death, he was qualified to enter Sequence 5. Among several companions, his qualifications can be said to be the worst.
Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent training finally made up for some shortcomings, but he had reached his limit and his path to the extraordinary sequence had slowly stopped.
Like a huge stone door, it is heavy and closed, with no future in sight.
But now while running, he noticed the long-lost dawn, and his rigid and solidified core began to move according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a giant dragon, beating slowly, but so powerfully.
Knowledge and difficulties that were previously incomprehensible are now easily understood.
The extraordinary core of consciousness is a black gem with complex veins.
The light inside was like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and dark golden lines began to be engraved and spread on the gemstone.
Not only Pullman, but also other rebel soldiers in the wilderness. Those who had condensed extraordinary cores before began to advance, and those who had not condensed cores began to condense their own cores in their bodies.
The starlight in the sky carries endless mana, and the magic power that was difficult to sense in the past is so clear now. Even if some things are unclear or some qualifications are not enough, it doesn't matter.
The scattered starlight is like an invisible thread, pulling Mana and magic power, carefully avoiding obstacles and obstructions, and constantly outlining the core of the sequence.
It's like pouring ink on the canvas casually, and it happens to form a unique painting.
You can say that the probability of this happening is ridiculously low, but you can't deny its possibility.
If you roll a dice 100 times and the probability is 1 every time, the probability is one in a billion.
And the miracle is to select this result out of millions and make it the destined and unique one.
Pullman walked faster and faster. The air in the wilderness under the starry sky seemed to become especially fresh. The enemy's movements were not visible in the field of vision. At this time, in the sea of his consciousness, the obsidian-like extraordinary core was like a blooming lotus, black
On the petals, there are pale golden veins, in which brilliance flows.
And he finally advanced to War Sequence 7: Assault Lord, which was the pinnacle of the information given by the girl back then.
In front of his dark eyes, there was still the blazing thunder, carrying the force of a mountain roar and a tsunami, attacking towards him.
The sword he held was made of black steel. It was extremely thick. It flew up like a light swallow, and then fell down. Like a butcher unloading an ox, it slashed down, cutting a lightning knight in half. Hot blood splashed and sprayed.
The world in Pullman's eyes has never been so clear. The wind and grass around him are moving, and the enemy's movements seem to be slowed down 10 times. The flaws that were difficult to detect in the past are so conspicuous and clear, and can be split open as easily as drinking water.
After the sword strike, the lightning knights suffered casualties for the first time, and this was just the beginning.
Their front line rushed towards the gathered phalanx again, and the lightning flashed across the ground.
In the rebel army formation, a tight formation of spears was waiting. Extraordinary magic power began to condense on the tips of the spears, cold light overflowed, and a dangerous and chilling momentum was about to emerge.
Stab——
The cold iron cut through the armor, flesh, bones, and pieces of meat. The head rolled down to the ground mixed with steel, splashing blood and dust.
The phalanx that was as brittle as thin paper now turned into a sharp and cold side knife, harvesting the unruly lives one by one.
On the earth under the starlight, the thunder gradually stopped.
From then on, the lightning-dazzling Lightning Knights were removed from the mainland and became a true legend.
And in the wilderness with the melodious sound of bagpipes, from today on, a new myth will begin to be sung.
The country blessed by the stars, Crancia.
This country established by following the guidance of the wise will eventually change the entire world.