It is not easy to weave the star lines. The long river of fate extends to countless different branches, but unfortunately for this tiny star, they are almost all dead ends.
It is natural that if you want to change the inherent structure of this world, you will encounter crazy resistance and counterattacks.
Generally speaking, it takes many years of constant beatings and shaking to disintegrate the original structure and then establish a new system. Anyone who wants to succeed in one go will only suffer.
But there is always hope.
[Even if there is only a one in a billion chance, I will find the path to a miracle.]
The girl with silver hair and white dress, with a burning gaze, travels through the long river of fate again and again, exploring the possibility of continuation.
She saw one shattered future after another, one sad ending after another.
The setting sun was blood-red, broken spears sank into the sand, and corpses were scattered all over the ground.
Constantly turning in the long river of fate, looking for a possible way to survive.
Again and again.
Again and again.
After countless times.
A feeling of fatigue came over her like a tide, drowning her entire body and mind. Even with such talent and power, the girl began to feel tired, and her originally firm will began to gradually sink.
I really want to take a rest and have a good sleep. My eyes, which were once twinkling with stars, gradually dim. My body, which was traveling through the long river of fate, slowly stopped and the edges of my body gradually became blurred.
It seems like it will dissipate at any time, fall into the starry world, and fall into the mortal world.
She tried to fly again, but her fingers slowly dissipated and turned into bursts of light particles.
[Is it ultimately irreversible?]
Just when she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out from her hair.
The dark blue wings dance gracefully, like a dream.
She turned into a butterfly, and it seemed as if the butterfly turned into her.
Just like that, the butterfly flapped its wings again, leaped lightly, and quickly flew through the long river of fate. Its wings, which seemed fragile, were actually stronger and more powerful than anything else.
Even the washing of time and the collision of stars cannot damage it in the slightest.
The butterfly's speed is getting faster and faster, with no upper limit.
Finally, she turned into light, illuminating the entire river of fate.
Finally, a track leading to a miracle was picked out.
The blue butterfly transformed into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star thread.
Strands of golden light continuously gathered from the void, entwined with each other, formed silk threads, and then continued to grow and extend.
This tiny star will follow this trajectory to a brand new world.
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In the land of the westerly wind, the wind stops in the wilderness.
The stunning starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, resembling the aurora borealis.
Pullman was running in the cold wind, his blood-stained clothes and armor were particularly cold, but the [Amber Fruit] in his stomach was releasing surging heat and magic power, and exhaled bursts of white mist with his breathing.
His consciousness had never been so clear as it was now, and his extraordinary core, which had been stagnant, began to loosen.
Pullman's talent is not high, it can even be said to be ordinary. If Loran Hill had not given him the extraordinary fruit to improve his physique, he would have had trouble even condensing the extraordinary core.
After taking the extraordinary fruit many times and going through life and death trials for so many years, he barely entered Sequence 5. Among his companions, his qualifications can be said to be the worst.
Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent training finally made up for some of his shortcomings, but it had also reached its limit. His path to the extraordinary sequence had already slowly stopped.
Like a huge stone door, heavy and tightly closed, with no view of the future.
But now, while running, he felt the long-lost dawn of hope. His rigid and solidified core began to move according to a certain rhythm, beating slowly like the heart of a dragon, but so powerful.
The knowledge and difficulties that were previously incomprehensible are now easily understood.
The extraordinary core of consciousness is a black gem with intricate patterns.
The light within it was like breathing, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and dark golden lines began to be engraved and spread on the gem.
It was not just Pullman, but the other rebel soldiers in the wilderness as well. Those who had condensed extraordinary cores before began to upgrade, and those who had not condensed cores also began to condense their own cores in their bodies.
The starlight in the sky carries endless mana. The magic that was difficult to sense in the past is now so clear. It doesn’t matter even if you don’t understand some key points or lack some qualifications.
The scattered starlight was like an invisible thread, pulling Mana and magic power, carefully avoiding obstacles and blockages, and constantly outlining and condensing the core of the sequence.
It's like casually splashing ink on a canvas, which just happens to form a masterpiece.
You can say that the probability of such a thing is extremely low, but you cannot deny its possibility.
The probability of rolling a die 100 times and each time being 1 is one in a billion.
And the miracle is to select this result from billions and make it the destined only one.
Pullman walked faster and faster. In the wilderness under the starry sky, the air seemed to become particularly fresh. The enemy's movements were visible in his field of vision. At this moment, in his sea of consciousness, the obsidian-like extraordinary core was like a blooming lotus. On the black petals, there were light golden veins, and light flowed through them.
And he finally advanced to War Sequence 7: Raid Lord, which was the pinnacle of the information given by the girl that year.
Before the pitch-black pupils, there was still the blazing lightning, coming towards him with the force of a tsunami.
The greatsword in his hand was made of black steel and was extremely heavy. He flew up like a light swallow, then fell down, and chopped down like a butcher cutting an ox, cutting a lightning knight in half, and hot blood splattered everywhere.
The world in Pullman's eyes has never been so clear. The slightest movement around him and the enemy's movements seem to be slowed down 10 times. The flaws that were imperceptible in the past are so obvious and obvious that they can be split open as easily as drinking water.
After one sword strike, the Lightning Knights suffered casualties for the first time, and this was just the beginning.
Their lines rushed towards the gathered phalanx again, and lightning flashed across the land.
The rebel army's tight formation of spears was on full alert, extraordinary magic power began to gather at the tips of the spears, cold light was everywhere, and a dangerous and murderous aura was about to emerge.
Sizzle——
The cold iron scratched through armor, flesh, and bones. Pieces of flesh and heads mixed with steel rolled to the ground, splashing blood and dust.
The phalanx that was as fragile as thin paper before now turned into sharp and cold side knives, reaping the unruly lives one by one.
On the earth under the starlight, the thunder gradually subsided.
From then on, the Lightning Knights, shining with lightning, were eliminated from the continent and became a true legend.
And from today on, a new myth will begin to be sung in the wilderness where the bagpipes are playing.
The country favored by the stars, Clancia.
This country, built under the guidance of wise men, will eventually change the world.
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