Chapter 542 Go to Hell, Merlin!

Let's start with a certain man.

The man who was more idealistic than anyone else, but died because of it.

The man's dream was very simple.

He just sincerely hoped that everyone could be happy.

Every teenager had such a dream, but when they understood the cruelty of reality, they would give up, give up this childish ideal.

Happiness comes at the cost of sacrifice - all children will learn this simple truth in the process of growing up.

But there will always be people who refuse this price and take a different path.

Or take the path of a saint and become the ruler of the scale; or become a king and keep the victory and defeat in the heart... Or borrow the powerful power from the world and use this curse power to respond to anyone who asks him for something.

When the officials who embezzled money came to tell him that their family members were killed, he would avenge them; and when the villagers struggling on the edge of poverty simply did not ask him for help, he ignored them.

Regardless of whether the means are justified or the purpose is correct, the man requires himself to be a fair and selfless wishing machine.

Life is not noble or humble, old or young, it is just a unit of measurement, just an NPC that throws out wishes and tasks.

As a hero, he only needs to accept the request and complete it regardless of the means and purpose.

So when he found out, it was too late -

Accepting all requests equally also means not loving any life.

When this iron rule was finally engraved in his heart, the hero's back was pierced by his friend, ending his first life that passed by in a hurry.

It is said that his beloved wife turned into a crazy avenger because of his death. I am really sorry.

Ah... The hero sighed as only ordinary people can.

If I can have a second life, I must, must -

Respond to the call of the weak, even if it is not spoken out loud, he will help up those scarred hearts, instead of running for wishes stubbornly.

Yes, this behavior is justice; what he pursues is to walk hand in hand with justice.

Becoming a partner of justice, perhaps this is the first and last answer for heroes who hope that everyone is happy.

Although he almost lost his goal, the hero woke up in time under the persuasion of the Paladin, and decided to sacrifice his second life to make up for his mistake.

It didn't end there because someone helped and saved the weak and the hero in a more perfect way.

If he had saved himself and the android, he would definitely guide me to a brighter path.

With such expectations, the hero accepted the young man's conditions and became his servant, becoming another blue chess piece in this war.

But why didn't I realize at that time that the young man's words were deadly poison, and the helping hand extended to him also hid a sharp knife that could kill with blood?

He just fell from one predicament to another. From beginning to end, he was like a puppet and couldn't help himself, and even took the initiative to hand the silk thread to the enemy.

——It shouldn't go on like this. I always make the wrong choice at the key point, but at least this time, he allowed himself the right to regret.

"Here we are."

The staggered footsteps stopped, and under the guidance of the black-robed youth, Siegfried found himself standing in another forest. With his good memory, he recognized where this place was.

"Yes, this is where you caught up with Sieg, where Sieg was beaten to death by Gold, where you tried to save him at the cost of your life, and where I stopped you..."

Shuoyue turned around and looked at Siegfried's vigilant eyes: "Don't worry, there are no traps here, but I think where I start, I will end, that's all."

After a pause, the young man continued: "But before the formal battle, I have another question - what is the reason for you to decide to resist me? Is it because my approach is inconsistent with your philosophy? Or is it because you finally picked up the guilt for the black side?"

"Not like that... No, it can be said that it accounts for a little bit of both." Facing Shuoyue's question, Siegfried thought about it and gave a response, "But the reason that ultimately prompted me to do this was because of deception."

"Deception?" Shuoyue was slightly startled, obviously not expecting this answer, and Siegfried continued:

"The relationship between us Our encounter was full of deception from the beginning. You concealed your true identity, true camp, and true purpose from me... I can't swing my sword for someone who is full of lies, especially when I realize that his actions are not legitimate. "

"In my opinion, this deception is ultimately a kind of distrust, and the feeling of distrust comes from your heart. You believe from the bottom of your heart that once the purpose is exposed, we will stand on the opposite side of you without hesitation."

"...Isn't this the truth? You know, my wish has the possibility of destroying the world..."

"No, at least I will feel surprised, but I will not be hostile to you before repaying your kindness." Siegfried did not lie, his eyes were always sincere, "Because I always believe that mankind will not perish because of the victory or defeat of a war, and it is definitely not us dead bones who can rewrite the future of mankind."

"In that case, I just need to act faithfully to my own ideas and wishes - yes, just as I have always insisted, and then wait with expectation for someone to cross our mountain."

Shuoyue's pupils shrank slightly, and he spoke after a moment, with an indescribable complexity in his voice: "Thank you for your advice, it seems that I still misunderstood something."

"No, you are not wrong." Siegfried shook his head and denied, "When you choose this wish, all those who want to live will stand on the opposite side of you. This is bound to happen. I think you have already understood this."

The conversation was over, and Siegfried drew out the magic sword Balmonger again. The dusk spread like mellow wine, forming a gorgeous picture behind him. With his own strength, the hero turned the night around and will continue to write his legend here.

"As we agreed at the beginning, come on, the battle has begun, Shuoyue."

Facing the urging of the dragon slayer, Shuoyue took a deep breath and also materialized a fist gun in his hand: "Thank you for your willingness to explain to me, Siegfried, rest assured, in this battle, I will not use the command seal, nor will I suppress the magic support for you-I will try my best to ensure that this is a fair battle."

"And in return, once I lose to you, I will give you the spoils." Siegfried said in a deep voice, "My magic sword Balmonger, and..."

The assassin began to move forward, and the dragon slayer's eyes were firm. The two looked at each other's opponents and said the final contract terms in unison.

"Heart of the Dragon."

The next moment, the collision of the gun and the sword resounded through the sky.

————

The holy spear was agitated, and the king's sword was raised high.

Countless chaotic illusions emerged in the depths of consciousness, and the bubbles of memory were extracted and emerged on the sea, bringing a thousand beams of phantom light and ten thousand wisps of war smoke.

It's always like this, she thought indifferently, always like this.

The pale sunlight poured down, the fragmented shadows curled up, the tiny warriors like ants roared, cried out, and screamed. They ran and stepped on a ground of bright red and ashes, leaving vicious fetal blood on the gradually broken hills, irrigating this world that was gradually turning into hell.

The nightmare revealed from the dissipating clouds was too clear. The girl's soul was imprisoned in the sky, casting a numb and painful gaze at the battlefield.

Watching the knight in red and white armor roaring with hatred, climbing the long steps made of corpses, and handing out the sword tempered with hatred to the holy king.

——The dream always stops abruptly after the holy spear pierces someone's chest and the king's sword smashes someone's skull.

Then, the dream rotates, and after walking through the bizarre passage, the girl falls into the layers of dreams again, and then the hard texture of rock comes from her feet.

She was standing on the outskirts of the cleaned town, and next to her stood a magician who was not sure whether he was young or old.

A sword was stuck on the rock, and people in coarse linen clothes surrounded it, suppressing their excitement and whispering. There were also knights riding tall horses, holding their heads high and chests high, not hiding their ambitions.

The magician declared loudly to the knights of this country:

The one who pulls out this sword will become the king.

Brave people, people who have absolute confidence in their own strength, and famous knights all came to challenge the sword, but they all gave up because they couldn't pull it out at all. These stupid guys - she sneered secretly, this sword is a weapon used to select the king, and only those who can save this country can pull it out. You actually want to pull it out with brute force. No matter how naive you are, there should be a limit.

So, when no one cared about the sword anymore, she stood in front of the sword.

The magician said in a calm tone:

"Before holding the sword, you'd better think carefully first."

She thought about it. She was always thinking.

The meaning of pulling out this sword.

It means becoming a king who can stand alone.

So she stretched out her hand - as if she felt that there was no need to answer.

So, the magician sighed and waved his hand - the dream always ended here.

Even if she stretched out her hand to the sword, she couldn't touch it. She swore to become a king who can stand alone - but the dream still declared to herself as always, "You don't have that authority."

But, but, but.

This time, the girl's hands touched the hilt of the sword, and the cool breath passed along her arm to her heart, which startled the girl. She widened her eyes in disbelief and bounced her hand away as if she had been electrocuted.

"Oh my, you don't do it when the time comes?"

The familiar glib words, no need to use the brain to think, the body has already moved instinctively, kicking the evil magician next to him.

"Go to hell, Merlin!"