Infinite Dimensional Conquest

"In the chat of several demon kings, what happened the other day was known by the Xidi family, and then they mentioned the marriage, and then, Sir Seraful, left the underworld."

"amount--"

"Speaking of which, I will encounter such a bloody bridge of escape from marriage."

Hearing that, Tianchen was also dumbfounded, but on the contrary, he was a little excited.

"Because of that person's departure, the Sidi House, the Demon King's Leader, the Great King's Sect, the Human World Church, etc., are all involved, and the situation between the parties has become severe again."

Gurefia reported quietly, and the look in Tianchen's eyes became more severe.

"Well, it's all my fault."

Tianchen originally wanted to go sloppily, but as he spoke, his tone gradually weakened.

"In the future, please don't make such bad jokes again. Your identity is very involved, and any random move will cause a lot of trouble."

"Well, I will try my best." Tian Chen waved his hand and responded casually.

"..."

Looking at Tianchen's obviously perfunctory expression, a look of helplessness appeared on Gurefia's face.

Time passed by quietly again.

...

Human world, Europe.

"Ahem, ahem--"

"Run away..."

"Even if you are the only one..."

The blond little boy stumbled and ran in the snow, and his companion's dying voice kept echoing in his mind.

...

A few years ago, the church began secretly carrying out the "Holy Sword Project".

This is an experiment for mass production of people who can adapt to the holy sword. The experimenters are all teenagers and girls with special talents.

And he is one of them.

Experiments are being carried out day after day, and freedom is deprived, and even the right to be a person is deprived, just like livestock in captivity.

But even so, they all firmly believe that they are the people chosen by God, and one day they can become special people and people who can use the holy sword.

While singing hymns and praying to God, while enduring cruel experiments.

However, they failed to adapt to the holy sword, and all they had suffered over the years were an order of punishment.

Not long ago, poison gas filled the entire room and eroded their bodies, but they were still vomiting blood while praying for God's help.

Pain, death, and despair, in the end, fell on them.

...

At the sacrifice of his companions, he finally escaped from the facility.

"Where did you go?"

"He must be caught!"

"..."

Not far away, as the fire approached, there were fragmentary voices.

At this moment, the night is straight, so he has not been overtaken by the chasing soldiers, but his body is almost unable to support it.

Although he escaped from the research facility, the poisonous gas had already eroded his body, plus his body as a child, and finally it was a cold snowy night.

The body became heavier and heavier.

His sight became increasingly blurred.

However, his heart became more and more unwilling. In this snowy forest, there was no direction, no goal, only hatred, supporting his heart.

...

At the same moment, under the night.

Two figures, one after another, appeared in the forest behind the snow, strolling quietly.

"Master, please return to the underworld as soon as possible."

"Anyway, this is the sphere of influence of the church. Once you appear here, it is likely to break the balance of the three forces."