The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

And because they had a friendship, the other party actually took the initiative to come out from the depths of the swamp to see him.

However, something happened that he did not expect.

The petite, palm-sized demi-human who looked like a fairy hugged Crosswell's knees.

“What’s going on?”

【Seeking help.】

"Ask for help?"

【A disaster has struck.】

"Disaster? Could it be a great star disaster?"

It was a huge disaster that threatened the entire planet, and it was also the reason why this place became such a deadly place.

It is also the thing that Crosswell has devoted his life to eliminating.

But the Star People shook their heads.

[It’s not that. It’s another kind of disaster that I don’t know what it is.]

“…Take me to see it.”

Although it is not clear what made the Star People show the same fear as when facing the great star disaster, they ultimately do not have much combat ability.

Crosswell hoped that it was just some kind of thing that the people of the star had never seen but was very dangerous or even not too dangerous, but he had to confirm it with his own eyes after all.

Then, under the trembling guidance of the Star People, he saw something shrouded in black fog.

"What's this?"

The last time I came here was five years ago, but this thing didn't exist at that time.

If it weren't for the polluted disaster power in the air that formed a yellow mist that seriously affected his vision, he should have been able to observe it from a farther distance.

[There is a companion inside, and he was captured by the monster. 】

Is there any living thing in there?

To be honest, the black fog gave Crosswell a very bad feeling, but he couldn't just leave the people of the star alone so easily when he knew they were in danger because he needed help from others. What's more, they came here to guide him.

"Do you remember where you escaped from?"

【There. 】

The Star People pointed.

"Okay, I'll go in and check it out. You wait outside. If I don't come out after a long time, you can run away."

【Please be careful with it.】

The Star People ran away quickly.

Watching the other person's figure disappear in the mist, Crosswell silently drew his weapon.

Those are two long swords.

One black and one white.

With them, he became an invincible swordsman against the stars.

However, if it was a wild beast, he only had a limited experience fighting large wild beasts. If it was a flying one, it would be very difficult for him.

If possible, it would be best to use Protoss monsters. Although such things have not appeared on this planet yet, the people of the stars who are familiar with the Protoss also say that they are unfamiliar things, so the possibility is worrying.

He carefully probed with his toes; his body told him that the black fog was not corrosive—at least not any worse than the surrounding yellow fog.

Carefully relying on his extremely well-trained body, Crosswell advanced slowly without deviating from the direction, concentrating his mind on the precision of combat.

After walking for several hundred meters, the black fog no longer completely enveloped him, and something full of incongruity came into his sight.

It was a pitch-black tower emitting a faint glow.

A pale yellow mist fell from above, was sucked into the tower, and then exhaled like breathing.

As if it were a living thing.

The moment this conjecture popped up in his mind, he instinctively suppressed it. Out of some fear that he couldn't even explain, he subconsciously denied this possibility.

I didn’t see the Star People. Are they inside the tower?

Hesitantly, he tensed his body and walked towards the black tower.

"Woo——"

The dull door opened, and the monster mentioned by the Star People looked at him.

Gray-black, slender and agile body.

On the sacred head with lion mane and horns, the blue gem sparkles.

The scarlet dragon eyes stared at him coldly, as if looking at a toy.

Crosswell felt his whole body freeze.

In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of two petite figures on the other party's claws.

You can't just run away now.

Although it was strange why such a monster existed in the Katarisk contaminated area, now was not the time to think about that kind of thing.

Crosswell assumed a fighting stance.

For some reason, he always felt that there was a look of astonishment in the eyes of the monster opposite him.

In just a moment, the feeling of being stared at by the beast's murderous eyes seemed to disappear.

But this kind of thing only lasts for a moment.

Seizing this good opportunity, Crosswell rushed forward.

He is a swordsman who mainly relies on quick attacks, and his mobility is at the peak of human capabilities, without taking into account the special Wind Star Spirit User.

The blade-like tail blocked the double sword guard that he had just raised halfway, and the blow that exceeded his reaction speed knocked him flying.

It was as if the huge kinetic energy of the train impact had blown him away and buried him in the yellow sand.

The monster scratched its head, flew forward, and grabbed the sword in the opponent's hand.

The hand holding the sword held the sword tightly and refused to let go, making the monster's already confused eyes become sharper.

As if he was a little angry, he snapped his fingers and broke the black sword.

Grabbing most of the sword blade, he threw away the two toys he had grabbed on a whim and returned to the tower.

……

Yang Weiwu, somewhat sleepy, got up from the ground.

"Hey~ what are you doing~~"

The Shadow Emperor War Dragon held a black sword and stuck to him.

Feeling the blow from the armored beast without any gentleness at all, he pushed the other party away indifferently.

"Can't you just lie down there like the Emperor of Light?"

A creature like a big golden retriever was lying on the ground, seemingly taking a nap, but was actually relying on the shared vision with the Shadow Emperor Dragon. When the Light Emperor Dragon, who was in the audience, suddenly poked his head out.

"And what is this? A fragment of a sword? Don't pick up things in the swamp. It smells bad."

"Illusion? How can it be wrong or wrong when you just woke up? If I hadn't used the tower to evolve a piece of fresh air, I would have lectured you about opening the door just now."

"Okay, let's go to sleep first. Really, it's the Dark Emperor's armored beast, why is it more lively than the Light Emperor's war dragon?"

【320】Waking up in a strange place

Where am I...?

The boy, who looked to be about twelve or thirteen, stumbled along an unfamiliar street.

The people around me spoke a language I couldn't understand at all.

No, it wasn't to that extent. At least the boy could still guess what some people meant by what they said.

This is probably thanks to Big Dad.

He was a very powerful adult, and in terms of blood relationship, he was his father's brother.

The other party had undergone physical adjustments on himself. According to him, the adjustments resulted in an improvement in his short-term memory and comprehension, but the cost was that long-term memory required more energy.

It seemed as if someone had said something about "central" or "imperial hall", but he wasn't sure if he had understood it correctly.

For a three-year-old child, his vocabulary is still a bit small.

He is not an ordinary child and can regard everything around him as something that does not need to be paid attention to.

Because of the teachings of [Big Dad], he pays more attention to his physical condition.

So within minutes of waking up in a strange place, he noticed the huge changes that had taken place in himself.

The first was weakness. This body didn't feel as energetic as before, and he was haunted by a feeling of hunger and exhaustion.

The second is posture.

A three-year-old child shouldn't have the slender figure he has now.

Through the reflection of the shop window, he caught a glimpse of what he looked like now.

His handsome face is a little thin and a little grown up. Compared with when he was three years old, his facial features are stronger and deeper, and more similar to his father's.

It was as if he had woken up and found himself many years older.

Finally, there is what to wear and carry.

He was wearing only an ill-fitting long coat, with weapons and a stone hanging inside.

He had seen a similar weapon before, it was something called a hidden blade.

Even a child like him can use it through wearable equipment.

The stone was dark green in color, and he could vaguely see the word "木" (wood) on it.

He had no shoes, socks, pants, or tops, but fortunately he often went naked during "exercises" as required by his [Big Dad], so he didn't feel obviously ashamed of this - of course, we cannot rule out the fact that a three-year-old child has not yet fully established the concept of shame.

Rather than shame, the panic of being alone in a strange place and the pain on the soles of his feet from being pierced by the gravel on the road without shoes were the problems he needed to solve urgently.

Need help?

My father often said that if you are in trouble, you should ask the people around you to see if you can find some kind-hearted person to help.

But [Big Dad] said that instead of pinning your hopes on others, it’s better to find a way to solve it yourself.

How do we do this?

He tried to follow his father's instructions and ask for help from passers-by, but the three people who asked for help either walked away indifferently or looked at him with bad eyes. The one with the best attitude looked at him with a puzzled look.

At this moment, he understood what Daddy had said before -

“Language is a bridge of communication, the most fragile and fundamental bond between people.”

I originally thought it was absurd that the other party asked me to learn eight languages ​​within half a year, and my father also said that it was unnecessary, but I didn't expect that the right person was actually [Dad].

If you can’t communicate, you will have a hard time getting anywhere outside.

He silently memorized this truth and headed towards some remote paths.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to take the main road, the problem lies in the pedestrians on the road.

Many pedestrians have faint fluorescent patterns on their arms, wrists, cheeks, necks, and other places not covered by clothing. Such people account for about one in twenty pedestrians. Considering that many people's exposed patterns are partially covered by clothing, there may be more people with such things than I thought.

So he subconsciously stayed away.

In his family education, people with tattoos on their bodies are generally not serious, and his family taught him to stay away from such people.

So, of course, he got lost.

In the dirty and shabby streets, people young and old stuck their heads out and looked at the new kid with scrutiny.

Some eyes looked away after noticing his embarrassment, but others showed malicious intent.

Deep, like the malice of the strong who want to exploit and plunder the weak.

His weak body expressed his desire to fight, but the lingering feeling of weakness made him realize clearly that he could not do so now.