The armor summoner will not be involved in the event

According to Yang Lucun's explanation,

"It's not easy to hit him. If I use too much force, he will be beaten to death by me. If I don't open my mouth, he will be beaten to death by my nephew at the human level. It will be embarrassing no matter what. If we fight and scold the child, there will be no sense of accomplishment. It will only make me look childish and useless. If I teach him a lesson as an elder, the fatherly tone will only make the man feel that he is on the same level as those mediocre people. So the result of this man being sabotaged by his own children will probably be like this for the rest of his life."

But I think that man’s situation cannot be applied to the current situation. It can’t be that the man in the spider mask in front of me is my dad, right?

Socializing is all about reciprocity and give and take. Seeing that the other party didn't say anything, Alcade decided to continue putting the saplings that he had not yet moved into the car.

"Hurricane Darado——"

Behind me, like a chanted prayer, the words of liberation calling upon the wind echoed.

Alcaide, who had long learned to listen to the wind, rolled sideways and avoided the attack of the wind element.

However, the car loaded with saplings was not so lucky. It was violently destroyed and broken into two pieces.

"Are you looking for a fight?"

"Well, it's not impossible to explain it this way."

The emerald green figure made Alcaide look like a green fly with yellow eyes, but upon closer inspection he could find the design decoration of a kite bird.

"This is a stage play of struggle. It starts with the grudges between certain people, and in the middle everyone is fighting each other. The climax is to let ordinary people join in and become part of the drama. In the end, it is violently suppressed by those who have absolute power."

"Of course, this statement can only calm the superficial dispute at best. The fight triggered by this drama is bound to sweep the whole world."

"Of course, the premise is that some slightly unconventional people don't ruin the show before the climax."

To be honest, Alcaide didn't understand what the other party meant.

He knew that a drama was playing on that screen and that there was his information on it.

He was also aware that someone was filming his every move through some means, and he even knew that the thing that was filming him was probably the same creature that prevented him from leaving the woods outside of certain hours in the first place.

But he didn't care about that kind of stuff.

As he had no artistic talent, he had no intention of listening to anything related to drama alone from the beginning. Even though this drama currently limited his scope of activities, Alcaide didn't care until he planned to leave.

So he ignored the information on the screen transmitted by the wind, and just concentrated on digging holes to plant trees.

Therefore, he did not even for a moment try to understand the other party or think about their purpose.

Including the words he just said that seemed to have a profound meaning.

"I don't care what your purpose is. Since you are the enemy, let's just fight with swords. Wind Eagle Armor——"

The green light scroll unfolded, with a huge word "wood" in the middle.

"Combined!"

Making a scratching gesture, Alcade hooked his finger at the other party provocatively.

"... brat."

Both of them were controlling the power of the wind, one relying on the hexagrams and the other on the elements, and their flying kicks met in the air.

The all-tearing impact spread from the intersection of their two flying kicks. The violent wind lifted a layer of soil and blew away some objects that were not heavy enough to weigh tons.

……

Joheim is a man of pride.

His first half of life was basically muddled, as he was at the bottom of the Imperial Hall due to Protoss Deficiency.

He had long since resigned himself to a life where he worked hard for fourteen hours a day but could only save a few coins after paying for three meals.

The inferior wine washed over his numb heart again and again, deceiving him that perhaps such a life might not be so bad.

But Joheim is still a man of pride after all.

Even though everyone in the Imperial Hall acted as if Star Spirit users were amazing, and those who possessed Star Spirits but could not use that power were incompetent and inferior, even worse than ordinary people without Star Spirits, there was still a desire in his heart to be respected.

Originally, perhaps he could still deceive himself and continue to live in a muddle-headed way.

But one day, the incident of one of his co-workers, who had bad character and dishonest behavior, committing robbery changed him.

The sight of that young body defeating an adult man who was obviously stronger than himself with pure skill and strength gave Joheim some thoughts.

Perhaps, even without the Star Spirit, he could become as powerful as that young boy.

……

Even his skin felt tingling, and he realized that the invisible block of gravity was approaching him. His body was destroyed by the light and the roaring song, but Yoheim remembered the beginning of his change.

Rocks and soil flew up and were compressed by the light.

The fatal feeling is getting stronger and stronger, but the pace of moving forward and the thoughts of reminiscing cannot be stopped.

I have been a volunteer in the village these days, watching cars on the road for 12 hours. The pressure on my eyes and brain is quite high, let alone new inspiration.

If nothing unexpected happens, I will have to update once every two or three days in the next few days.

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【399】Play·Fight (V)

Jochem is a true royal man living in the central state of Nebilis.

There is a saying that admiration is the feeling that is farthest from understanding, so what is the feeling that is closest to understanding?

Hate?

It seems to be, but it also seems not to be.

Joheim's parents are both celestial beings, and they have celestial beings that are so weak that they can only watch.

The bloodline theory for the continuation of talents of future generations seems to be particularly convincing in the case of Protoss. At least the descendants of the pure-blooded founding Protoss, almost all of them possess powerful Protoss far beyond ordinary Protoss.

On the other hand, when ordinary Protoss users marry humans who have not been possessed by Protoss, the probability of the remaining children being born Protoss users increases, but the quality of the Protoss users is often not necessarily that good.

The union of two incompetent celestial beings will produce an incompetent offspring, which is normal according to this logic.

Celestial Deficiency Syndrome - Having a celestial spirit living in the body, but being unable to use celestial magic due to lack of celestial energy or poor talent.

This is a more official statement.

In private, such people are called "thieves who are lucky enough to steal the grace of the stars."

To translate it, it means a hopeless person who gets something that doesn't belong to him and even refuses to give it up.

In the eyes of many Protoss, the existence of such people is like stealing into someone else's safe where financial matters are stored. Obviously, they cannot open it without the password, but they choose to confront each other and torture each other.

A considerable number of Protoss members belonging to the three top research institutes believe that if these people were not there, they would surely be able to get more and more powerful comrades.

What the superiors like, the subordinates will follow. There may be some twists and turns in the process, but the contempt for people with star deficiency is still spreading silently throughout the country.

In fact, this matter is not that important if you look into it in detail, because before that, Mu Qiang's royal hall already had a sense of superiority over ordinary people.

However, the Imperial Office did a pretty good job on the surface, and most ordinary Protoss users were treated fairly well. After all, people like Joheim with Protoss deficiency were still a small minority among the Protoss users.

The powerful do not need to speak for the weak, even if in the beginning, this power did speak for the weak.

The Great Witch Nebilis and her sister, the First Queen Nebilis, originally established the Imperial Hall in order to create a paradise for the persecuted Protoss to recuperate.

As it turns out, this paradise is just a joke.

Joheim lived his life in a daze, sneering at the first queen who had declared that she would build a paradise for the celestial beings but had now died.

No matter how prosperous a city is, there will always be jobs that require hard work and receive cheap wages.

Yoheim and several of his peers who were in a similar situation, all of whom were useless Protoss emissaries, spent their days working hard in the morning and afternoon, drinking cheap liquor to numb their boredom in the middle of the night, and repeating the same life the next day.

If nothing unexpected happens, Joheim will probably live like this until he dies of old age.

Until that day——

It is a consensus among the people in the Imperial Hall that the Protoss are noble beings far superior to ordinary people.

Even though he would be despised even more because of his Protoss deficiency, and this perception had been shaken countless times, Joheim still chose to reluctantly believe it.

Ordinary humans cannot defeat the Protoss.

Just waving your hand is enough to cause the ground to crack, summon puppets, raise storms, and rain down hail...

The reason why the Empire was able to fight with such a Protoss army for nearly a hundred years was simply because the gap in technological level between the two sides was too large.

Joheim firmly believed that the Emperor's guards, known as the Imperial Palace Guardians, the so-called Apostle Saints, were only able to fight against the purebloods with the help of high technology.

"Why are you suddenly talking about the Apostle Saint of the Empire?"

"It's just that there's nothing much to talk about. The policies recently introduced by the Imperial Office don't benefit us. It's also nice to talk about hostile countries."

"An enemy country... After so many years, the purebloods must have had hatred carved into their blood, right? Each of them is powerful, yet they are deeply obsessed with the Empire."

"I remember Ankulu, you have seen purebloods before, right? Are they strong?"

Although he knew that Celestial Beings were definitely stronger than ordinary people, Joheim still didn't know how powerful the so-called pinnacle of Celestial Beings - the noble pure-bloods - were.

"Strong-strong like monsters. The Empire has no problem calling them demons and witches."

Demons and witches were derogatory terms used by the Empire to persecute the Protoss hundreds of years ago. They were words used to stigmatize them, but Ankulu had no hesitation in using this word.

In a place where losers gather, who cares about verbal disrespect? We are all people who are not loved by the stars.

"I go first."

"So early? Don't you have any work to do today?"

"There's news that a noble kid has arrived. If we don't hurry over there soon, someone else will take advantage of us."

Ankulu is a good-for-nothing guy like Joheim, but he lives a slightly better life than Joheim because he has joined a small group that specializes in robbing young men and women who are looking for excitement in deserted alleys.

The other party had invited Joheim to join, after all, he was quite strong and could be of great help.

However, Joheim still had no interest in persecuting others. After witnessing Ankulu bullying a child who should be from a wealthy merchant family, he felt sick at the smug look on his face.

It's not that he looks down on the other side. Joheim just thinks it's hypocritical to pretend to be noble at this point. Why not choose to join the other side?

Thinking of this, he quickly paid the bill and chased after him.

When he found Ankulu, he saw the children who had executed them.

Maybe only half his age? The boy would peel off the flesh of Ankulu and the others who were nailed to the wall or on the ground bit by bit.

He is like a chef who is carefully preparing ingredients, or an experienced prison warden who is calmly interrogating prisoners.

The most frightening thing was that the kid used his white and tender hands to cut off the flesh of Ankulu and the others.

With a swipe of the palm, a piece of flesh was torn off.

Seeing the other man humming a song and torturing these people to the point of being on the verge of death, Joheim did not feel fear, but instead felt - moved.

As if he had seen a work of art created by God, Joheim saw the boy stacking the cut flesh into a picture full of bloody beauty.

This work, which could never be normally exhibited in an exhibition hall anywhere, gave rise to a desire in Joheim's heart.

He memorized the boy's face deeply in his mind, and then watched him walk away gracefully. Suddenly, this thought came to his mind -

That is the human possibility.

Honestly speaking, after realizing why he had such thoughts, Joheim laughed at his own confusion.

But... that was three years after he last saw the boy.

During these three years, he worked madly to strengthen his body and practice sword skills that any mortal could use.

He seemed to be possessed, constantly recalling the boy's skills.

It's so delicate, yet the blade is swung so quickly.

It is so fierce, yet as gentle as the wind.

That is the secret of humans conquering wild beasts with force, and the young overlord's initial display of power.

The leader of a herd often reveals his charm when he is young.

Appearance, strength, knowledge, honor, wealth...

The so-called king uses these things to attract followers.

Joheim was not possessed. He had clearly observed the actual combat training of the Protoss troops, and concluded that only high-speed and powerful close combat could defeat the Protoss with pure martial arts.

This also made his obsession with that figure even more intense.