Act 1 The Dreamer

"Warning: Excessive blood loss, life at stake—"

"Warning: Cardiopulmonary function decline, life is at stake—"

When Sophie woke up, it seemed that the high-frequency warning sound from the previous fierce battle was still echoing in her mind.

By the way, he remembered that he should be in the game with his comrades in the 'Force of God' to defend against Madara's undead army in the mountains of Orkash. Creatures poured down from the dagger-like peaks, boundless, like a black tide. Tens of thousands of skeleton armies, corpse witches hidden in the sea of ​​skeletons, bone dragons and gloomy ghosts hovering in the sky...

Enemies on their backs and stomachs, they are doomed.

His first reaction was to swear in his heart, those bastards of the thorny flower fire, they are incompetent but also implicate the friendly army, and let the enemy detour behind, it is really fucking unreasonable!

Only then did he have the heart to check his status, and it was a pleasant surprise that he didn't die, knowing that Madara's army had never been left alive. However, he immediately frowned, this injury was too outrageous - not only the fatal injury to the heart, but also the carrion poison.

Wait, carrion?

Haven't you already completed the task of perfecting your body? How could the body of the Baiyin family be eroded by these low-level darkness? BUG? Official, are you kidding?

He didn't have much time to question this, the young man coughed weakly and barely propped himself up from the gray floor - he realized that the dark erosion was a small matter, and it was over with a priest to disperse it. In his own state, if he didn't stop the bleeding quickly, he would only be weak and die. Although he is not a top player, he is at least a veteran, and he can get a general understanding of these situations with just a few inspections.

With a groan, Sophie pushed aside the skeleton frame in front of him that was only halfway down on him. In his eyes, these low-level soldiers of Madara were as inexistent as air—after all, it was the forty-fourth year of the Second Age, and Madara was still arousing these low-level cannon fodder, except for wasting soul energy. It didn't work at all. Sure enough, the brains of the wizards of the undead sequence in Okato have been completely corroded by negative energy, and they don't know how to work around them.

He still had the heart to complain, but then he found that it seemed a little difficult to push the skeleton away. Sure enough, the punishment in a weak state was not covered. In normal times, he could easily push a bone dragon away.

When did Sophie remember the last time she fell into near-death weakness? Almost a few months ago. The combat power of God's Force is not blown out, this time if it weren't for the incompetent people of Thorn Flower Fire, his immortality record would probably remain forever.

Thinking of the young people here couldn't help but feel gloomy again, and the church forces were completely defeated. It is estimated that the forum is lively again at this time.

And while he was thinking about these trivial things, he touched his backpack with his backhand - but when he felt empty, Sophie was stunned, and then cursed.

"These Madara robbers!"

After scolding, he still had to find a way to stop the bleeding. At this time, if there is a healing potion, it is the best, and it is also possible to use a bandage. There should be no shortage of these things on the battlefield. Generally, the backpacks of cannon fodder are not patronized. There are many healing potions and bandages in them, especially bandages. Before the war, he had seen a rookie carrying a bag full of bandages.

Joke, do you think you won't die if you wear too many bandages?

He subconsciously prepared to get up, but as soon as he turned over, he was stunned—wait, is this still the mountains of Orkash?

He should have seen such a scene: the grass is desolate, the bare white rocks are crisscrossed on the steep hillside, the corpses are strewn everywhere, the ravens fly over the silent battlefield, and the broken Great Bright Cross of Grace flutters on the top of the hill. ,

However, the imagined scene did not reappear in the eyes of young people—

There was no north wind that shrieked all night in the Olkhash, nor the silent silence that walked like a ghost in the shadows between the mountains, nor even the bone-chilling cold that would freeze the air into a layer of dry powder.

It was all an illusion, and when the illusion was shattered he suddenly found himself lying on the floor of a quiet, shabby and old room, which was nailed with smooth wooden boards, and there was a Eye-catching scarlet bloodstains on the beach...

He couldn't help stunned for a moment, and subconsciously touched his chest. But a stinging pain interrupted his movement, the young man bared his teeth with a scream, the wound was his, and the blood was his...

But where is this place? He was vaguely familiar with the style of this room. The main hall was below the first floor, the corridor on the second floor led to various rooms, and the guest room, kitchen and storage room were on the lower floor. By the way, this is the architectural style in the south of Eruin, and it is not a room that ordinary civilians can afford to live in. Although it is a bit old, it can be judged that the original owner of this room must have some status.

In the south of Eruine, Sophie couldn't help but be in a trance.

How long ago was that memory? In the mountains of Yusong, the sound of bagpipes in the border town of Buchi is as melodious as a dream of the past. But isn't it Madara's territory now? In his memory, Eruin had long since perished, yes, in the third Black Rose War.

"Why am I here!"

"and many more……"

"Buche...Buche." Sophie repeated the name of the place.

Yes, he remembered.

His name is Brando and he was born in Braggs. He has one-half of the blood of Cade Lego, and this half of the blood comes from his mother, but he does not appear noble because of this noble blood. Because his father was only a commoner, although his grandfather's generation had participated in the November War and won the Candlelight Medal, in the final analysis it was nothing but a glorious family of knights in the past.

wrong!

Sophie's heart suddenly became alert, what kind of mess this is all about. No, he is Sophie, a citizen of the People's Republic of China.

But a voice in his head told him so—

"You are Sophie and Brando."

Suddenly, a cold fear climbed up Sophie's back. He held his breath, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something more in his memory. It was the memory of the young man named Brando, pouring into his mind like a tide, or an uninvited stranger who rushed in rashly.

——Sophie's breathing became rapid, and her pupils also enlarged in circles. He immediately remembered the desperate and heart-pounding sword, and the terrifying white bone frame.

He struggled to escape the horrific scene, but instead became exhausted as the memory filled. His brain throbbed, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

Ha, he suddenly remembered how he came here - it was indeed a good battle, the fierce battle between Grace and Madara, the kingdom of the Church Knights. The character dies at the hands of a corpse witch.

After disintegrating the radiant green light of the rays, the world returns to darkness...

That was originally the game setting, and death should last for twelve hours, but can anyone explain it to him. Why would a normal death in the game bring him here?

this world--

His mind was numb, and if there was a word to describe the only thought behind his chaotic thinking, it would be—absurd.

absurd!

He already understood what absurd thing happened to him, he passed through!

The soul crossed into this world, a dead man named Brando!

No, it should be said to be one.

Sophie clung to the floor with both hands, her knuckles going numb. He looked at his hand, which was a little slender, and the skin was pale and sickly. Although he was prepared, he couldn't help being taken aback. He is a citizen of the People's Republic of China, Han nationality, and belongs to the Mongolian race. Adjustment, it must not be the way it is now.

His heart was pounding, and he had no masters. He could say that he had all the memories of the original owner of this body during his short nineteen-year life, but in another way, he had no idea what he was facing. Know.

Perhaps in terms of soul, he could feel all the thoughts of the young man named Brando——

Ideal, obsession; what he loves, what he hates.

It's like after a rebirth, another 19 years of spiritual journey has been completed. Everything about the other person is everything about you.

"I'm Sophie."

"But it's also Brando."

A sense of fatigue poured out from the deepest part of Sophie's heart and spread all over her body in an instant. He finally let out a long breath and finally calmed down a little.

Forget it, since it comes, let it be.

Sophie couldn't help shaking her head and looked at her hand again: "But with this little strength, I'm embarrassed to call myself the best swordsman..." Thinking of Brando, he couldn't help laughing at himself, but unexpectedly I felt a little bit relaxed, or I left that world with nothing to worry about.

However, a flash of lightning pierced through the darkness, and Sophie suddenly felt that this might not be another chance given to him by God. Once this idea was ignited, it spread uncontrollably in his heart.

Because he remembered something...

You can't go wrong, Erruin. It was a country that had already perished in the game, and the year of flowers and summer leaves in Brando’s memory was the 375th year of the first era, and the history in the game has been written to: the fourth era of the second era Fourteen years! Like one who suddenly finds himself a prophetic prophet, a terrifying shudder can't help but swept through Sophie's body.

yes.

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In the previous life, he was mediocre, hiding in games to escape reality, but what should he do in this life to be worthy of his second life?

Sophie couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

This is the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the year the First Black Rose War begins. In this war, Eruyin suffered a disastrous defeat, but it also embarked on the road of ZTE.

He happened to be a personal experiencer of this war. He remembered that at that time he first came into contact with the world of the game, and the first country he chose happened to be Eruin. He was a complete novice and grew up in such a war.

The beginning of the war kicked off with Eru's one-sided defeat, and the situation gradually improved until the arrival of the Burgos Mountain Corps. Sophie has a very deep memory of that tragic war. He once acted with the local garrison. , however, there are not one survivor out of ten.

He is just an ordinary person, whether in the previous life or this life. What is Brandon's swordsmanship? In the early days of this war, Madara's raid was as classic as a textbook, swift, ruthless, and silent. By the time the ancient kingdom reacted, the garrison in this area had already suffered annihilation. disaster.

On this day, Brando must have encountered a scout from the Madara army. Sophie suddenly felt a chill rise from her back. Only by surviving can she show her ambition.

He knew that he had to save himself. First, he had to find a device to stop the bleeding. The young man struggled to grab the handrail on the hanging side of the corridor and stood up. Then he saw the structure of the room, just as he had imagined, the Eruin southern architecture was so familiar to him-because he had spent some of the most unforgettable times here.

"Erouin, I'm back again—" Sophie couldn't help but read softly.