People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

Reinhardt, riding Torret, rushed out from the flames and ruins, with the breeze carrying the flames, and rushed into the pass like Ghost Rider.

The arrows were dodged, and the huge goblin knight was unable to capture any trace of him even though he was waving his sword.

All we know is that wherever he passed by was directly engulfed by fire and eventually turned into dust and returned to the earth.

Strands of scarce runes gradually gathered into his body.

Although the runes of this group of people are already very scarce, if they are gathered together in sufficient quantities, they can still provide a lot.

It seemed as if Reinhardt's own strength had taken another step forward.

However, after breaking through the pass, Reinhardt also put away the flames.

The wind here is too strong, and the flames are not easy to control. If things go wrong, the fire might burn half of Nimgfu.

Although he could gain a lot of runes by doing so, he was not as nascent as Dianhuo, at least his inner moral bottom line could not allow him to do such a thing.

What's more, Rune is just the icing on the cake for him now.

The howling wind was blowing in his ears, and he stared at Dust Torret as he slowly walked on the dilapidated road paved with bluestone bricks and overgrown with weeds.

It seems that few people have walked this road.

You can tell from how lush the weeds are.

Moreover, many of the bricks have been weathered and can be crushed to pieces by Torrett's foot.

"This Greg is simply hilarious. Such an important pass is guarded by only these two people. There's not even a patrol on the road."

Turning around and looking at the burned-out Storm Pass, Reinhardt couldn't help but laugh.

It is really not as good as Godwin. If Godwin had been in charge, Nimgefu would not be so desolate now, and there would not be nothing left except those demented soldiers, half-dead nobles and immortals.

There were only a group of wild wolves wandering around here, who knew how long they had been hungry.

"Ouch——"

When the wolves saw Reinhardt, they howled and gathered their companions together.

A pair of eyes with green light stared at him. It seemed that they had been hungry for a long time, or at least had not eaten for quite some time.

"Tsk, that's really troublesome."

Looking at the hungry wolves gradually gathering around him, he missed the dragon lady Lance Shanks a little.

If Lance Shanks was there, these wolves probably wouldn't dare to run over and block the way. They would probably run away as soon as they saw them from a distance.

I don't know what Lance Shanks is doing now...

"Ah! Did you catch a cold?"

In a church, a dragon lady lay on her side on a sofa, her silver-white hair falling along the majestic peaks, and her slender dragon tail gently tapping the ground.

The beautifully crafted top with embroidered gold thread edges only covers the plump softness, and the flat belly is completely exposed to the air, adding a bit of charm.

However, that exquisite appearance, with its wild temperament, is always filled with laziness.

She is the Lance Shanks that Reinhardt mentioned. She has not changed at all over the years. It seems that time has lost its effect on her and cannot leave any trace on her.

However, she was lying on the sofa taking a nap, but the sudden sneeze disturbed her sleep.

At first I thought I had caught a cold, but when I thought about it carefully, that was completely impossible.

Not to mention sleeping in a church, even if he slept on the top of a snow-capped mountain with a biting cold wind, it was impossible for Gu Long's strong physique to catch cold.

Then, there is only one possibility, someone is talking about her behind her back.

But who is it?

Lance Shanks was too lazy to think, as the drowsiness had not yet dissipated, but her gaze made her turn her head involuntarily and look at the huge stone statue behind her.

The statue was not dedicated to Malika, but a lifelike carving of a man.

Qiu Jie's muscles look full of strength, and his huge body is almost beyond the scope of human beings, but his appearance is somewhat similar to Reinhardt...

"Reinhardt..."

Lance Shanks whispered the statue's name.

That was the statue erected by the Sun God Cult for Reinhardt, to be worshipped as a god of the Sun God Cult.

And she, Lance Shanks, is one of them.

But Lance Sanx looked at the statue with a look of nostalgia: "Rhine, my dear friend, you should have returned to the border, right?"

"So, have you met our king? They've been waiting anxiously in Lienia... just like we've been waiting for a thousand years..."

Lance Shanks spoke hesitantly, with a hint of sigh in his voice.

The dragon's eyes flashed with a strange light.

A thousand years was not a long time for Gu Long, but it was an unbearable time for her. As her emotions fermented and settled, she wanted to meet Reinhardt again more and more, and she was looking forward to it all the time.

"...However, I can still continue to wait, looking forward to the day when you and I will meet again."

Her voice echoed quietly in the church. Lance Shanks slowly closed his beautiful eyes again, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

She wondered what kind of expression Reinhardt would have if he saw the current state of the border area.

Some can't wait to see it.

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Meanwhile, Storm Hill.

The wind surrounding the bluestone path was mixed with the faint smell of blood, and the place that was originally besieged was now filled with the corpses of wild beasts.

The wolves that arrived later were eating the corpses of their own kind, but there was no sign of Reinhardt.

He rode Torret slowly, admiring the surrounding scenery, and came to a small shabby house built beside the road on the hill, and lit up the blessing here.

Looking around, in the dilapidated wooden house, a girl in a bright dark red cloak was sitting in the corner with her legs folded, shivering. The wide hood covered her face, making it difficult to see.

He was muttering something incomprehensible, such as something about his companion needing to have his limbs reattached.

She was Little Red Riding Hood Roderica, who was tortured to the point of insanity by Greg. Her other Faded One companions, those who fought for her, were all captured by Greg and had their limbs reattached.

He had learned from Roderica what Greg had done, and just like in the game, he showed no remorse.

Imitating Ge Fuya who was imprisoned in the royal prison of Yatan Plateau, he used the bloodline of the Golden Clan - the ability of the Furnace to perform limb transplantation.

He ordered his men to capture the Faded for him and attach their limbs to his own body.

He even created a group of nobles who were as disgusting and weird as him. Those nobles were loyal supporters serving the Golden Monarch.

In order to follow in Greg's footsteps, he embarked on the road of limb transplantation.

And he still said the same thing -

The first King of Elden, Gefulei, is also a Faded One. Why don't you catch Gefulei, capture him, and attach his limbs to your own?

And why are you always thinking about the dragon's head?

Why don’t you consider the heads of the great ancient dragon, Rune Bear, and Shrimp Fire King?

Learn from Servis, he can come up with some new ideas for you.

All in all, my evaluation of this guy is—

He is still a hopeless person. I don't know if Godwin broke Greg's head when he was a child.

The weakest uncrowned demigod, not even as good as the clone of the Blessed King Munggot, and he has completely tarnished Godwin's golden name.

As Godwin's friend, he couldn't help but want to give Greg a big fight.

Let this bastard clear his head and clear himself up.

"...hehe."

Rodlika's laughter was particularly miserable, with a hint of tears in it. "Mr. Fading One, my companion's hands, feet, and head were all chopped off and turned into part of a spider..."

"Did you know? When a person is attached to a spider, they grow like a chrysalis."

Although her voice was soft, one could hear the sadness, fear and anger in it.

"It's really amazing, isn't it?"

Similarly, Rodlika's emotions were also partially distorted, just like those patients with dementia.

But it was not because of the blessing that Roderica herself was a faded one, and it was the fear of Greg that made her become what she is now.

Reinhardt subconsciously reached out his hand to touch Rodlika's little head to comfort her, but the barrier emitting a light golden glow kept him out.

That was the biggest secret that allowed Roderica to hide here for so long, being able to withstand powerful attacks.

Unless she wishes otherwise, no one can intrude, unless they use a power beyond the barrier to destroy it, but that can only be done by powerful demigods and heroes.

In desperation, Reinhardt gave up.

"...Mr. Fader, are you operating alone?"

"Are you planning to head towards Stonewell City?"

"Well... I'm not really alone, I have a companion."

As he spoke, Reinhardt tried to call out to Melina, but Melina showed no response, as if she were asleep.

Roderica raised her head and looked at him with a somewhat numb look in her eyes, her long golden hair hanging down from her hood.

It's a bit embarrassing to be honest.

However, Rodelica didn't care about his embarrassed expression and asked some strange questions.

"So, is it because you listened to the nice words of that Mr. White Mask? Or do you want to become part of the spider?"

“…”

These two questions made the corners of his mouth twitch.

The white mask is familiar. It seems that this guy still carries forward his excellent recruitment spirit, but what does it mean to become a part of the Spider?

"Isn't there a third possibility? I need to go take care of that idiot Greg."

"That's impossible. Greg is a king, a powerful demigod. The Faded Ones alone cannot defeat him..."

Rodlika shook her head, her words full of certainty but also sadness.

She had seen too many faded ones challenge Greg, but none of them survived. They were basically captured and their limbs were cut off and attached to Greg's own body.

The original Stonewell City is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. Instead, it has become a dead zone filled with corpses everywhere.

And she no longer had the courage to face the powerful king.

Having your hands and feet chopped off and your head beheaded is truly too horrible.

She wanted to accompany her dead companions, but she didn't have the courage. Just hearing the name Greg was enough to scare her.

"Well, since I can say it, then I can certainly do it. If you don't believe me, how about going with me to see it for myself?"

Reinhardt slowly extended a hand toward her.

Looking at the obvious lines on the palm, and then looking up at Reinhardt's resolute and confident face, Roderica was honestly a little moved.

Slowly raised his hand and tried to hold that hand.

But he quickly retracted his anger, clasping his hands to his chest and shaking his head, "No... No, I don't have the courage..."

"I'm such a coward..."

The miserable plight of her companions resurfaced in her mind.

Did she hate Greg?

No, she just hated her own cowardice and timidity.

She had wanted countless times to accompany her companions who had turned into pupae, but she was too scared and afraid of the pain, so she had been curled up here and dared not take a step forward.

The look on the girl's face made him give up his attempt to persuade her, and he swallowed all the words he wanted to say.

Trapped in a predicament, she can only rely on herself to get out of it, and no one else can help her.

Otherwise, it will only be counterproductive.