Chapter 622 Balance Node
Earth.
somewhere.
——The man left.
Miyamoto Kuraki took a silent breath, and the murderous intention that had been lingering on his neck since a long time ago disappeared silently. He knew that he was being targeted by Zhao Zukong, and he also knew that Zhao Zukong had moved away from him.
Most of the Samsara Alliance troops have disappeared. He can't contact them and doesn't know where they have gone.
He didn't know why he was still alive and could save his life.
——Did that man really leave?
He didn't know, wasn't sure.
As a member of the Donghai Team, he has many secrets hidden in his heart. His hidden and unknown super-sense is one of the less important ones. At least, it's not worth mentioning compared to the real purpose of his actions.
——I am a warrior.
The ancestors of Miyamoto Kuraki are samurai, samurai family, and samurai family. But in the past, before entering the world of reincarnation, he didn't pay much attention to this identity.
After all, he is a reincarnation.
Reincarnators are always chosen out of despair.
Special identity, experience, and past are often the source of despair for this group of first choice people. And although he was not driven crazy by his family tradition. But the realistic pressure that forced him into the main god's space was not much better.
[The loyalty and righteousness of the Wu family are all feudal bad habits, and they should have been trampled into the mud in that decadent era] - In the past, before he was filled with despair, his heart was filled with such thoughts. And when he was selected to enter the world of reincarnation, he also firmly believed that he would find a morality that was more in line with his way of life, or at least abandon the bad habits of the martial arts.
——Why should people pay allegiance to other people? Why do samurai obey the current chaebol presidents and the noble names of the past?
——One's own sword should fight for oneself. It makes no sense to be loyal and then obey others.
He once thought so. He also firmly believes that he can fulfill it to the end. Just like even if he is forced to die socially, he is not willing to do the dirty work as a black glove for the nobles of the consortium. He firmly believed that even if he was tortured and killed by those breeders in the reincarnation world, his heart would never change.
Because he has a deep memory.
‘Miyamoto, you are a warrior. Your father, your father's father, have all been loyal to this family, and you should be the same. ’
According to family tradition, he once knelt down to the nobleman behind the high gate.
‘Miyamoto, you have very good skills and abilities. But if the sword cannot kill the enemy, it has no meaning in existence. Go, get rid of all these rebellious families, cut off their heads and set them on fire. This is a very simple and easy thing. ’
He once carried a samurai sword, while a group of bankrupt families whose pensions had been embezzled by the club cried loudly at the door of the club.
‘Miyamoto, your family name is brought to disgrace because of you. From now on, no society will recruit employees like you, and no one will be willing to do your family's business. Your family will no longer be able to buy salt to eat, and there will no longer be rice for you to eat on this land! ’
He was once penniless, betrayed by his relatives, and his family severed ties with him.
These past experiences have become his pain and motivation. And after he understood the existence of the Donghai Team, he did not give in. Instead, he drew his sword the moment he found an opportunity.
He failed.
The thought of drawing his sword was wiped out before he could do it.
The spiritual ones among the breeders are very interested in taming a warrior. Because that spiritual power user also had a once-splendid but already dilapidated family name before he was selected.
‘I want to have a dog, a good, ferocious, cruel dog. ’
'It may always be ready to bite me back, but I like this kind of blood. ’
Miyamoto Kuraki still remembers that voice. And after that, he fell into hell.
He became the person he least wanted to be, and became a more complete slave than the club thug he was before he became a reincarnation. Maintaining his own will, he was immersed in killing and destruction, and countless lives died under his own sword.
Irrelevant people, innocent people, helpless people... they struggled, they resisted, they begged, but they all died. Their blood accumulated enough to cover the top of his head. He couldn't wait to find a suitable time to die successfully in the war.
He couldn't do it - he was drowning in despair.
And just when he gave up everything, he saw that slender figure.
That woman.
That girl.
Her name is Shifangyuan Liuge, and she was cold and lonely at the beginning.
When Miyamoto Kuraki set his sights on her, she had already proven her ability. Even the breeders with endless means can't stop her, and the breeders also need the cunning power she shows.
Block everything, reject everything, cover everything, disguise everything.
Breeders are even willing to make the effort to let her become one of the dominant breeds with just a little cooperation and dignity. But even so, she never paid attention.
She ignored anyone.
But one day, the dominated samurai was cast in her shadow.
"You don't expect to obey, you want to die." The girl's voice was indifferent and her face was empty. "I can grant your wish, but I want you to answer me a question."
"I want to know why you resist obeying?"
Miyamoto Kuraki fell to the ground, greedily breathing in the rare free air.
"That kind of person... is not worth obeying at all! I will never... never be a slave to that kind of devil again!"
"It turns out that you are not resisting obedience, you are just dissatisfied with the object of obedience." The girl's voice was still cold, with no trace of emotional ups and downs. "You want a master who is more in line with your moral concepts, a 'clear master'. And you actually agree with the matter of obedience to a certain extent."
"You are a warrior." The girl asserted.
The words to retort were stuck in his throat just as he was about to leave his mouth. Miyamoto sadly found that he could not deny her from the bottom of his heart. The traces and experiences of my past have long been engraved deep into my body.
"I am a warrior." He closed his eyes.
"And you are accustomed to obeying by nature. As a weak person, you are not keen on obeying the strong - the weak should obey the strong. You don't agree with this, do you?"
"……yes."
"Then, if the content is slightly changed - the weak follow the virtuous, and the virtuous guide the weak. Are you willing to be loyal?"
"...It is natural that the virtuous will live in the world."
"And what is virtue?"
The samurai didn't answer.
But the girl raised her head and looked at the golden ball of light suspended above the square.
She already had her answer. She was content with that.
"If I become a virtuous person, will you follow me?" she asked.
But the samurai was just silent.
"The knife is stained with too much blood, so it's time to break it." He still expected death as the result. "But if there is an afterlife, then I hope to meet a monarch worthy of my loyalty."
"I understand." The girl promised.
And soon, the samurai got the death he expected.
It was an extremely cruel battle, and the difficulty of the world increased strangely due to unknown reasons. If the reincarnations of the East China Sea team want to survive, they can only use expensive resurrection items, or rely on the girl's superpowers to ensure victory or defeat.
The breeders chose the latter. The Donghai Team, which was almost completely controlled by them, managed to survive under the command of the girl, but suffered heavy casualties. Almost all the die-hard loyalists who obeyed the breeders died. And the ruthlessness and indifference she showed when consuming the weights moved even the breeders who were used to seeing evil.
She ultimately led to victory.
On the eve of her victory, she put the spiritual power user and the samurai who had broken free from her control into the same desperate situation.
And at the moment when the spiritual power user's resurrection tool was shattered in the desperate situation, the warrior looked at the fear and anger climbing on the disgusted face, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart.
He felt that he had found his master. If that girl became his master, then he would definitely be happier. pity……
Darkness overwhelmed him.
He washed away the pain in his soul with death.
Then……
"Are you new too? Hello, I am..."
The man with a vague face stretched out his hand towards him. The samurai didn't pay attention to him, but he saw that the familiar girl was filled with joy and was unanimously supported by the new people - the former samurai was dead, and the resurrected self had a face different from the past. . The girl's supernatural power has concealed her past identity, and now she is trying to become a virtuous master.
"Well, I am." So he stretched out his hand to the vague-looking man. "I am...Miyamoto. Let's get along well."
He said that he was determined to follow the new king in this new life.
He knew that the girl had a more indifferent nature, and that her current kindness and kindness were just a fake. But he was even happier because of this, because he was the only one among the newcomers to hold the important secrets of his master.
——I am a samurai.
Miyamoto said to himself in his heart.
——There is only one master that I will follow, and no matter where she goes, I will never stop following her.
After experiencing 'life' and 'death', his perception has become much stronger than before. He secretly pointed out some flaws that the girl accidentally made in her layout. And he would not entrust this secret to any living creature other than the girl.
He became stronger and he used the power of Mahakala with ease. His potential, which was not very strong at first, was improved. If the newcomers were not all talented, he even felt that he should be the only deputy of Shifangyuan Liuge.
Unfortunately, it's still a little short.
But he is already satisfied with the status quo.
So he followed her and became the sharp knife in her hand. Whether it was the trial of the plot or the force of the breeders, he did not hesitate at all. And even if the girl returned to indifference and chose the gods, he would not be moved by it.
Naturally, the master has his own reasons for doing this, and the warrior only needs to wait for instructions until the time for the master's return. He firmly believes that Shiboin Ruka will eventually return one day, and even if not, Donghai Team will eventually be on the same page as Tenjin Team one day in the future.
He wants to ensure the wealth of his lord.
Make sure that when Shiboin Liuge returns, the Donghai team can welcome her return in time and meet any of her needs. It doesn't matter even if she plans to use the Donghai Team as a sacrificial material. He is willing to be the first person to die or the last person to ensure the operation of the ritual.
And it is precisely because of this that he is not satisfied with the current order of the Donghai Team - those despicable successors have not effectively managed the property she left behind. And this group of people who were in power thanks to her grace actually dare to think of themselves as masters!
How dare they say, 'The generation of Shifangyuan is over? ’
How dare they, how could they, how could they deserve it! ?
Miyamoto felt extremely angry about this. But he was able to hold it back well because he knew he had more important things to do.
Because he still has to welcome his master, and he also has to guide Shiboin Liuge on the way back. Even though he didn't know what position Ishiboin Liuge held in the Tenjin team, he was sure that she must play an important role. And if her situation is not good, then he should put as many resources as possible into her hands.
Right now, right now.
The samurai looked at himself again and again. He was not sure whether the man's power had really left him. But he knew that the East American team was colliding with the forces of the Tenjin team, but the power of Ishiboin Ruka did not exist among them!
Well, it's time.
He no longer hesitated, and strode towards the ceremony location that he had anchored long ago. The entanglement of cause and effect in the past was particularly expanded at this moment. And he used this as a medium to shout loudly to the world——
"I'm calling you! Shifangyuan——"
‘Zheng——’ A burst of blood suddenly burst out, and the next moment, most of his body was shattered into powder at this most critical moment!
……………………
"Distraction is not a good habit, assassin."
Zhao Zukong turned his body slightly, and a sharp knife passed over his body, and a large piece of land behind him suddenly cracked open. The mountains and the sky turned into the Tianyuan Rift Valley.
The dark hand was triggered.
But the triggering opportunity was different from what I expected. What serves as a trigger is not the pollution of the heavens, but an abnormal action that is completely impossible to know in advance.
What a coincidence.
It was just the time when he couldn't focus on it, and it was the time when Ruikong had to support him. The problem node I discovered happened to be wrong at this moment!
There are unknown forces behind this.
——Alessandra.
Zhao Zukong called in his heart.
——Something happens, you go——
A white light marked him.
And above Luo Yinglong's head, a gourd covered with clouds appeared.
"Please, baby, turn around!"
He seized the moment.
However, there was a slight mistake in the sentence fragmentation the moment he blurted out his incantation.
What a coincidence.