The King of Special Warfare

Some happy, some tired, some melancholy, some lonely.

A sense of comfort swept over his will after all kinds of strange emotions.

I can't remember the more distant feeling.

He understood a long time ago that he was not complete, and the defect of congenital split made him forget and discard a lot of things.

Such as strength, such as the past, and...one's own responsibility.

As a pure energy body, his memory is fundamentally different from that of human beings. The so-called memory can actually be regarded as a kind of energy.

The scenes of the past scenes are like incomparably deep imprints, completely engraved in the depths of his energy soul, the past has long been forgotten, but those still blurry pictures still flicker from time to time.

His consciousness was awakened in the most chaotic state, becoming more and more active, and the pictures engraved in his soul like a brand were also becoming more and more active.

King Wei.

He vaguely felt that this name was very familiar, but he didn't want to think about it carefully, as if like instinct, he rejected to accept the past, didn't want to recall, didn't want to think, and was too lazy to participate.

He has long forgotten the power and responsibility represented by this identity.

Forget it and forget it.

That's not a bad thing.

He still can't clearly realize what those pictures that flicker in his soul from time to time mean. They are like vague and inexplicable stories. He stands outside and watches quietly.

For those stories, he didn't hate or dislike them, nor did he have any resentment in his heart.

Scenes of pictures are constantly flipping through in the soul.

One story after another.

Every time the screen flickered, all he felt was exhaustion.

It was a kind of exhaustion from the soul.

Those countless things that he can't remember long ago but are really pressed on him by the things he once carried, can't relax, can't rest, can't relax, and stick to it almost numbly.

He didn't resent that feeling.

But with an instinctive fear.

He dreaded feeling that way.

He felt that he should have his own experience, his own story, and his own emotions, instead of being burdened with those things and becoming an unattainable and pure symbol in the eyes of everyone.

He yearns for freedom.

Longing for rest.

The longing is no longer to be attributed to anyone.

longing...to live.

He finally got his chance.

In a seriously injured state, he was actually transferred to this void far away from the place where he once hibernated.

It was an opportunity he had dreamed of for a long time.

There is no possibility of his injury recovering in that manor, and it will only get worse.

He longs to go into the void.

The endless cosmic radiation in the void can restore him to a certain degree of combat power in the shortest time, which is the greatest guarantee of freedom.

Great General of the Guard...

Deputy Commander of the Guard...

Two princes...

And that calligrapher...

Wuyou recalled the opponent he just met.

Intuitively, the apostle still has a little room for improvement. Although this space is already small, it still exists.

The potential of the Saints is not great anymore, but they can probably take a step or two forward.

The big man who didn't speak all the time seems very interesting. He should be in the state of return, but it seems that he has received too many fatal and serious injuries in a long time, and even his body is a little incomplete. His return road will be extremely bumpy. But the potential is extremely huge, and there is even the possibility of stepping into the peak level.

Xuanyuan Wushang who called him Uncle Wei Wang...

The space-time corridor is very familiar, and the prince of the time-space corridor seems to be a little familiar. Before the long years, they should know each other. His exposed authority is a saint, and there should be another neutral authority hidden in the dark. On that neutral authority, he is almost certain to be able to enter the peak level, it just takes time.

Then there is Lin Shishi.

He had never heard the name.

Never heard of God of War.

More importantly, he couldn't see through Lin Shishi.

The opponent's state is extremely strange, the whole body seems to be covered with a thin layer of mist, the fate nodes are blurred, can't see through, can't see through, especially the last sword, the opponent's god-shaped natural enemy, makes him feel a little bit An extremely distant and ancient but inexplicably plausible sense of familiarity.

And now...

They are all dead.

These few people are undoubtedly extremely important figures in their own camp.

Especially Lin Shiyi, if he continues to grow, no one knows what height he will reach.

But now they are all gone.

Everything has become unimportant.

All this may have deviated from the responsibilities he had shouldered in the first place.

but...

This is not important anymore.

After the fierce battle, the battlefield was dead silent and clean.

Mechanical legions all over the starry sky, broken flesh and blood, floating dust, flying sword lights...

Everything has completely disappeared.

Floating in the void carelessly and quietly, his will fluctuated slightly.

In an instant, the scenes of the battle just now began to fade in his memory. As time went by, all the memories of this battle would be sealed up, or even completely disappeared.

He began to check his status.

His current state is not good, it can even be said to be extremely poor.

Every apostle in the neutral camp can be said to be an ace-level combat power. Although they have never set foot on the peak, even those who have just entered the peak level will feel headaches when they burst out with all their strength. The authority of the first destructive power under the stars is enough to make Nobody cares.

The apostles around Lin Shiyi are still the peak apostles, the one closest to the peak level, and it is also the limit that the human race can reach in this authority. He has no choice but to. His memory has long been blurred, but the horror of the scholar authority has already penetrated His soul, in his current state, the war of attrition has continued, under the suppression of the opponent's authority, he has almost no possibility of victory.

Which apostle in the neutral camp is not a flower worker? What's more, the pinnacle apostle, the mighty mechanical army all over the void looks really scary, but in fact it is not even a warm-up. The opponent undoubtedly wants to consume his energy with the batch of cannon fodder that is about to be eliminated. What follows is the real hole card.

Therefore, without any hesitation, he directly used the half-way divine form in his own energy core.

Half of the Chaos Sea, including the apostle's thinking clone, all the mechanical legions were instantly destroyed.

The apostles left the field.

And worry-free also paid the price of nearly half of the energy loss.

In such a state, he took over Lin Shiyi's one-style natural enemy. He had no choice at all. He couldn't see Lin Shiyi clearly, and naturally he couldn't see Lin Shiyi's divine form clearly. Order, with the power of inevitable hit, and it maximizes the weakness of his own existence.

In order to temporarily increase his strength, Lin Shiyi even shattered another divine form of himself. This sword can also be said to be an obvious suppression of authority.

Lin Shiyi's ending was miserable, and there was no possibility of resurrection.

The same is true for Xuanyuan Wushang.

And their demise caused Wuyou to retreat directly to the level of less than five levels of authority.

The price is heavy.

But he won in the end.

Freedom, rest, life...

Various thoughts kept turning in his mind.

He wants to get out of here.

The world is huge, with countless star fields, and a vast galaxy. He can go to places beyond the boundaries of the time-space corridor, become an ordinary energy life, hide in corners where the body and the master of the god form cannot find it, and get close to five Start again with the level of authority and set foot on the top.

At that time, he will truly be free.

The apostle's body moved, as if taking a deep breath.

Cosmic radiation from all directions began to frantically gather towards him.

He instinctively wanted to take a step forward and leave the area.

But his movements suddenly stopped.

He didn't know where to go.

Recalling what Lin Shiyi said before his death, the energy in Wuyou's body fluctuated constantly, as if he was thinking.

He can't remember who he is, but he can understand what the things that make him so tired mean.

That is responsibility, but it is also power.

Whether it's from personal grievances or the overall situation, the so-called space-time corridor and God of War Realm shouldn't let him leave easily. At this moment, there may be countless eyes focusing here, and the forces behind them shouldn't even let them fall. .

Is it too far to catch up?

This possibility is too small.

Or, reinforcements are already on the way?

If this is the case, if he leaves now, if he chooses the wrong direction, he may plunge into the encirclement of countless armies.

or...

Now there is a circle around him.

The carefree figure froze in the void, motionless.