Text Chapter 1795 Remember My Name!

When he was young, Mad Dog also fantasized about his own death.

Just like the tens of thousands of ordinary hot-blooded youths in the Star Federation, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of dying in obscurity and disappearing from everyone.

It was the most dangerous time in the old federation, the folk customs were extremely tough, all kinds of war games and heroic movies were popular, and all the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys who had no spiritual roots or other roots were fully developed, so they were full of blood and had nowhere to vent Everyone, imagine dying like the heroes in the games and movies. It is best to use both bows and swords to kill the Quartet for three days and three nights. , carrying the hot crystal cannon and rushing towards the overwhelming animal horde, leaving behind a sentence or two of rhetoric enough to be included in history textbooks, this is the most perfect way to die.

At that time, the mad dog never imagined that he would die like this, like a fart that didn't stink.

Those were the golden years of his life. At that time, he was the proud son of heaven, a man of the hour, and a super genius that everyone was looking forward to.

He used to think that his fate was preordained long ago, that the future would be brilliant, thrilling, soul-stirring, and vigorous. Even if he is not the whole world, at least he is the absolute protagonist of the small world around him.

However, the arrival of "that person" completely shattered his dream and strangled his unopened path of destiny!

Overnight, the situation changed suddenly, his father went to jail, all his family property was confiscated, and he still owed a large amount of debts. He also suffered a double blow both physically and mentally, and he became notorious in the circle. In the end, he did not have a key university If you are willing to admit, you can only hastily enroll in a second-rate college.

The world and destiny he originally thought collapsed.

Affected by this blow, he was devastated and spent twenty years of miserable life in a daze.

It's not that he doesn't want to pull himself together, but every time he's about to pull himself together and work hard, the news of "that person" comes like a lingering ghost.

If it's just an ordinary "opponent" or "enemy", maybe you can practice desperately to catch up and take revenge.

But "that person" is an out-and-out monster. Every time the news is so earth-shattering and appalling, it makes him completely desperate, and he can't give birth to any resistance.

He was disheartened and didn't have the guts to compete with "that person", but it didn't mean that the storm created by "that person" wouldn't sweep over him.

With the strength and fame of "that person" soaring all the way, the grievances and entanglements between him and "that person" in the past have also been rediscovered as gossip news and hyped up. Of course, most of the news is to exaggerate how wise "that person" is Shenwu, he is naturally an inconspicuous stepping stone in the corner of the picture, and the passages that are a little "conspicuous" occasionally are just to contrast the glorious image of "that person" with his hideousness, ugliness and overreach.

Twenty years have passed like this. In the world around him, he seems to be tied to "that person". Every time the name of "that person" is mentioned, others will mention him by the way, without words at all. As long as that kind of half-smiling eyes casually glanced at him twice, it was enough to completely twist the nerves of Iron Fighter!

Twenty years later, those classmates who were far less qualified than him in the past have achieved their own achievements and began to stand out; even the mediocre classmates have formed happy families and lived a prosperous life, only he is still immersed in it. Caught in self-pity and self-abnegation, he became a hopeless drunk and bum.

It was the father, who was released on medical parole, who slapped him hard on the sickbed before he died, and reversed his fate for the second time.

"I... I don't have the seed like you!"

These were my father's last words.

His hands trembled, trying to close the old man's eyes, but he couldn't close them no matter what. From then on, no matter where he went, he seemed to be able to see the old man's eyes, staring at him condescendingly, turning the indisputable flames, Smash it hard!

He thought he understood what his father meant.

In all fairness, from the perspective of an adult in his thirties and forties, looking at many things in his teens and twenties when he was young and frivolous, it is indeed his fault, and he has to bear the blame.

Therefore, his emotions towards "that person" are very complicated, not so much "hatred", but rather intense "jealousy" and "unwillingness", right?

He wants revenge, to "that person", to the absurd fate, to the goddamned thief! He wants revenge not because he really hates that person, he just wants to tell the whole world that he will definitely take back what belongs to him, and that he is the real protagonist in this world!

During the three days of vigil for the old man, he was completely reborn and enlightened.

Just after the old man's first seven days, he bid farewell to his past life and entered the cruelest underground arena in the dark corner of the Federation.

Relying on the capital left by his crazy training when he was young, he played from the lowest level of pad games all the way to the annual finals of the United Arena in 120 cities, and for the first time he played the prestigious name of "Mad Dog".

Every time before going on stage, the moment when he puts on the mask is the most relaxed and comfortable moment for him, because in the cruel world of the underground arena, no one knows that he is him, he is a mad dog!

In just five short years, he has gone all the way from Qi refining to foundation building. In terms of his experience and past, it can be called a miracle.

During the interval between games, he also looked up at the starry sky with his bruised nose and swollen head, imagining whether one day he could really stand shoulder to shoulder with "that person".

After all, "that person" has disappeared for a long time. It is said that he has entered a state of hibernation, and his strength should be stagnant. This is his great opportunity to "overtake on a curve".

But the cruel reality shattered his hopes time and time again. The closest he was to forming a pill, he was seriously injured in a gold medal competition. After half a year of training, his strength plummeted.

Since then, he has been ups and downs in the underground arena circle for many years, and he has never achieved higher achievements. Later, whether he was a "bounty hunter" to develop resource planets, or join the Federation Army, he fought against all kinds of enemies No matter how crazy, cruel, or perverted he is to torture himself, the improvement of his strength is still as slow as a snail.

Golden elixir, huh, for a whole hundred years, it's just one golden elixir mixed in. It may be remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people, but compared with "that person", it's worse than horse dung flattened by a wheel.

At some point, he suddenly realized that he would never, ever, ever be as good as that person in his whole life.

It doesn't matter, strength is not important, military exploits are the first.

He will achieve shocking feats far surpassing that person, even if he dies, he will die with vigor and vigor!

With such a belief, in all the wars in the army, he will always be at the forefront in the most dangerous tasks.

But fate made another big joke with him.

He didn't catch up with the good times. Except for the Sky Ring War, the Federation has only encountered some sporadic suppression of bandits and public security wars in the past hundred years. Even if it single-handedly wiped out the monsters and bandits on the entire planet, it is nothing to brag about. ?

At this moment, "The Empire Strikes Back" was originally his best opportunity.

But he didn't expect that the main force of the Black Wind Fleet would raid the Tianyuan Realm, and although he had personally experienced this battle, he was the first batch of troops to meet the enemy, and he was out-and-out cannon fodder, destined to die in this iron can in obscurity Fall, just like so many ordinary soldiers around.

yes, normal...

Until the last moment of his life, looking back on the monotonous and boring life of the past hundred years, Mad Dog finally let go of the neuroticism and madness that he had pretended to have, and had to admit with great frustration:

"It turns out that I'm just an ordinary person, just like the thousands of ordinary soldiers around me, I'm an existence of insignificance in life and insignificance in death, always have been.

"God, damn it, it turns out that Li Yao is the chosen one of heaven, and I'm really just a stepping stone.

"I'll never catch up with him, no matter how much I torture myself, the gap between the two will only get bigger and bigger. Now I'm not even qualified to act as those rogue-headed little guys in the movie with him as the protagonist!

"This...is life, right?

"I'm an ordinary person, how can ordinary people fight superheroes?, then die ordinary and unknown in this damn war, just like all ordinary soldiers around, like dirt and shit , what else is there to struggle? The more you struggle, the more it looks like a joke!

"Die, don't think about anything, old man, I'm sorry, the next life, the next life..."

The mad dog's consciousness gradually dissipated, and his soul fell into a weak darkness.

But after a long time, I still haven't been able to wait for complete relief, but the perception has gradually increased, and there is a refreshing, cool and extremely itchy feeling from the wound on the abdomen!

The mad dog's eyes widened, and he found a small blue dot on his retina beating happily.

Crystal Armor's medical system was miraculously repaired automatically, and he was injecting artificial living cells into his liver area. Maybe the impact of some fine meteorites hit a key point of a certain medical unit, right?

On the chaotic battlefield, any incredible thing can happen, even if the probability is only one in a billion!

"What exactly does this mean, and don't let me die?"

In a daze, Mad Dog saw his father's eyes full of anger and unwillingness, staring at him from outside the window of the helmet.

That's right, unwilling, unwilling, really fucking unwilling!

"God, what on earth do you want to do? If you really don't want me to die, if there is still a slight chance for me to compete with Li Yao again, give me some enlightenment!

"I don't want to defeat him, I just want to stand in front of him, let him see what I am now, and tell him who I am!

"God, help me, even if, even if Li Yao is really the protagonist of the whole world, at least let me be the protagonist of this small battlefield for a second, just for a second!"

The mad dog was crying and roaring silently.

As soon as the voice fell, a series of flashes appeared not far away.

"This, is this the revelation you gave me, thieves?"

The mad dog was startled for a moment, hope was raised again, regardless of the pain in the abdomen, he urged the remaining talisman arrays on the crystal armor, and flew towards the flashing light.

A moment later, he slammed on the brakes, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot.

Those were four or five imperial crystal armors that swept the battlefield.

They didn't notice him at first, but he activated the power talisman on his own initiative, exposing the target, and made the imperial crystal armors all fly towards him.

"Hold."

The mad dog said to the thief God.

It turns out that this is the different way of death that the thief God gave him, and it is also unknown.

90% of the battlefield is occupied by the Imperial Army's three-star blitzkrieg banner. The mad dog is cornered and should close his eyes and wait for death.

but……

Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled! Not reconciled!

In a daze, he somehow recalled the golden years in Fuge City a hundred years ago, and thought of the domineering and extremely proud young man.

"Hehe, hehehe!"

The mad dog vomited blood, slung across his back, and swung the half-handed dragon-killing knife relying on the magnetic adsorption again, laughing lawlessly, the blood sprayed all over the helmet, and even the windows were all stained red.

Looking out through the blood, the brilliant star sea is in full swing!

"My God, and you rubbish..."

The mad dog swung the dragon-killing saber, activated the last five power arrays, and swooped down like a falling meteor, "This uncle is the number one master in Chixiao No. Who is it, who wants to kill me, then come and try!" (To be continued.)