"Experience a real death"
Char stared at the azure light in his mind and fell into deep thought.
He actually understood the mission conditions of this historical remnant given above.
After all, Tongzi's name is "the destined villain".
The eternal infamy and hatred level are actually just the expansion and extension of the novice tasks.
However, this newly revealed information about the fourth soul covenant has shrouded everything in this historical remnant in layers of mystery.
Xia did not forget that this information was revealed after he entered the remnant of history.
"To experience a real death..."
"When people are killed, they die."
...
...
"If I were asked to die simply, I would be a fool not to do it."
While thinking, Char walked quickly out of the cathedral.
As a newly promoted Templar Knight, Char was also assigned a room of his own in the town surrounding the church.
Theoretically speaking, as a fourth-ringed Templar, he could already be called a master and could be considered a strong man no matter where he was.
Even if one owned a separate mansion or was directly granted the title of nobility, it was not uncommon to own the territory of an entire village or town.
However, due to the rampant abyss monsters on the land of Esgania, many once prosperous towns have been abandoned, and countless refugees have left their homes to seek refuge in places guarded by great knights and strong men.
Therefore, the land around the Dawn Cathedral has become extremely scarce. In addition, the Dawn Church has always emphasized integrity and dedication. Compared with the strong people of the same rank, the treatment of clergy is indeed not too high.
Xia walked and stopped along the way, and finally found his room among a row of houses.
The furnishings in the room were simple, with only the most crude wooden furniture, and even the lighting fixtures were kerosene lamps, rather than the magical lamps that had become popular in later generations.
Just like everything around the Morning Light Cathedral, it is extremely simple.
The clothes they wore were just coarse cloth, and even their food consisted mostly of the most ordinary rye bread and water.
But as Char walked along, he found that the civilians living here not only had no dissatisfaction in their eyes, but only gratitude.
Fortunately, in such a chaotic world, they can have a full meal under the protection of the Dawn Church, without having to live in anxiety, worrying that their lives will be swallowed up by the tide of monsters that may attack at any time.
This changed Char's stereotype of the Holy See that he had formed due to his many works in his previous life.
"For whatever purpose."
"Whether it's preaching, collecting faith, or accumulating good reputation...but the Church did establish a place of order in the chaos of Esgania, providing a place for these displaced victims to stay."
"In terms of deeds rather than hearts, perhaps not all of them are there, but there are indeed many people in the Holy See who are maintaining order and protecting the people."
"No wonder she chose to become the Saint of Dawn."
The image of a young girl emerged in Xia Ya's mind.
Wearing a white dress and smiling sweetly.
There was a gentle smile in her beautiful eyes, but they were a little hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.
"Of course, this is the Dawn Church that was founded not long ago before the establishment of the Holy Calendar..."
"The Church is now lawful and good... but after a thousand years, it may not be free from corruption."
A thousand years can change a lot of things.
Maybe the original intention was good, but after a long time and being in a high position for a long time, it has deteriorated. This kind of thing has happened thousands of times.
After all, there are only a few people like Sylvia who have been able to remain true to their original aspirations for five hundred years without changing.
Xia closed the door, sat down at the wooden table and lit the kerosene lamp.
Then, he took out a pen and paper from his "space pocket" and wrote on the paper while organizing his thoughts.
This has always been Char's habit. If not, he would not have taught Sylvia to relieve her worries and boredom by writing a diary in the historical remnants of the ancient country of Cang Ting.
Who would write a diary if they were serious?
However, the text he wrote was Chinese characters, so even if someone really used divination or supernatural powers to find out what he wrote, they would just think it was a bunch of gibberish.
「1. Negative legend degree」
"2. The favorability and hatred of important characters in this historical reverberation"
These two points are also Char's main goals in this historical remnant.
After all, he entered the Reverberations of History in order to obtain mission rewards and improve his own strength.
It’s not shameful to brush up your points.
Of course, it is not easy to achieve these two conditions.
Because whether it is to be remembered for generations or to be infamous for eternity, it is not something that ordinary people can achieve.
At least the bad things you do and the evil person you play must be sensational enough and the level involved must be high enough to be worthy of being sung by the world as evil deeds.
To put it bluntly, if you want to be a bad guy, a big villain also needs strength to support it... Otherwise, if you are just a bandit who bullies men and women and robs civilians, why should you bear the eternal infamy and gain some historical legend?
According to Xia Ya's own judgment, his current rank is at the high end of the fourth ring, and his actual combat power, even though he cannot use the fourth soul contract, should be around the peak of the fifth ring.
If you make targeted preparations, or stack buffs like carelessness and underestimation on your opponent, and exchange some one-time items for krypton gold when necessary, you will be able to fight against ordinary title-level enemies... such as the "Silver Fox" Lille who died with his eyes open.
However, based on the information Char had gathered, even title-level combat power was actually nothing in the current Esgania.
In addition, there are also the favorability and hatred values of important characters.
Char waved the pen in his hand, drew three more circles, and then filled in a few Chinese characters in the circles.
"Vortigern the Lowly King, the Monster of the Abyss"
"Millennium City, Blood Clan"
"Dawn Church"
His pen tip paused slightly, and then he drew a larger circle.
"Knight King"
These four are the qualified players in this chaotic chess game of the remnants of history.
The first three are the largest forces in Esgania at present. According to the white-robed bishop named Soren who had talked with Xia before, there are legendary figures in these three parties.
And he is different from the ordinary legendary cardinal of the Dawn Church.
Whether it is the humble King Vortigern or the blood prince who is the ruler of the thousand-year-old city, they are not just ordinary legends.
This also led to the fact that among the three forces, the Church of Dawn was actually the weakest one and could only survive in a corner. If it had not been afraid of the Holy See of Florence, it might have been destroyed or expelled from the territory of Esgania long ago.
The final "King of Knights" seems to have not appeared yet, but according to real history, he is the real winner.
It won't be long before he rises like a comet, quickly gaining the support of other idle princes, knights and nobles throughout Esgania, and eventually unifying the entire territory.
Then, in the holy city of Camelot, he established the unrivaled Foresta Empire.
As for the level of strength, there is no need to mention it.
As the future master of the holy sword in the lake, the Knight King has definitely surpassed the boundaries of the throne and is eight rings upwards.
No matter who it is, none of them are someone that Char can mess with today.
The legendary and title levels may seem to be only one level apart, but there is a world of difference between them. It is not something that can be easily overcome by relying on the opponent's carelessness or targeted restraint.
Xia paused for a moment, then drew a new circle on the paper.
Cain
That's right.
It was like no matter how powerful Sylvia herself was, what the world would remember more was her identity as the Lord of the White Tower, who built it, even though Sylvia saw the White Tower as nothing more than an unnecessary mausoleum.
Throughout history, the most notorious people have always been the incompetent rulers and traitors, rather than some powerful wanted criminals.
Since the gap in individual strength cannot be made up in a short period of time.
So, if you want to gain legendary status, you have to form a force.
In this regard, Char has a unique advantage, that is, he comes from the future and knows the historical development of certain important nodes in this historical remnant.
Even if they lack hard power, they can rely on their understanding of historical development to make Cain and their organization famous at some key points.
"Since we want to score points, we have to make it bigger."
"He has shouldered the infamy of all the evil in this world, so the evil organization he founded must be of high caliber."
"Yes, and in order to gain the favor of those important figures first, this organization and I, as Cain, must present a positive image in the early stages. Only then can we make a reversal at the end and maximize the benefits."
Xia thought for a moment and soon came up with an idea.
His thoughts moved slightly.
The next moment.
Char took out a red piece of cloth and a black piece of cloth from the "space pocket".
Ever since the last incident where the grilled fish had no seasoning, Char had learned his lesson and upgraded Shanshan's "space pocket" to the perfect level, filling it with all kinds of sundries.
No matter whether you can use it or not, you have to have it.
"Mimi~ (What happened?)"
There was a flash of red light, and the little silver spirit was summoned out with a confused look on its face.
It was previously practicing sword skills in the Soul Contract Space, and was a little confused when it was summoned out.
But then, it saw two pieces of cloth, one red and one black, in front of it.
There are also concept drawings of clothing that were transmitted by Char's mental power through the connection of the soul contract.
"Mimi?"
Chihong's clear big eyes were full of confusion.
"What can we do about it?"
"Since we are the evil organization behind the scenes that will bear all the evil in this world and the eternal infamy in the future, we must have uniform clothing."
Char patted the little silver spirit on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.
"In the current chaotic world of Esgania, it's not easy to find a proper tailor."
"Chihong, you are now a mature pet. It's time for you to learn how to make your own clothes."
“After all, I’m a Silver Spirit who has mastered the slashing skill to the point of ‘transcendence’. There shouldn’t be any problem with me working part-time as a tailor. There’s not much difference between scissors and swords. They’re all about cutting, slashing, slashing. ”
"Mimi, Mimi~ (Yes, is that so?)"
Chihong blinked, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't find any evidence.
It turns out that practicing sword skills can provide me with such a wide range of employment opportunities... Why didn't I know this before?
I can be a chef and a tailor.
But if you think about it carefully, it seems to be true. It's just that one is chopping people, one is cutting vegetables, and the other is cutting cloth.
Its astral body flickered for a moment, but it finally obediently went to fiddle with the two pieces of rags.
After all, he is our own beastmaster, can he really act like a liar and fool himself?
…
Over there, the little silver spirit was holding a pair of scissors and working hard with two pieces of cloth.
As a hard-working person, Red, like Char, has the obsessive-compulsive disorder that if he wants to do something, he must do it to the best of his ability.
In order to become a qualified tailor, it even called out its best friend Gin, and asked the little snow ferret to use Tsukuyomi to help it simulate the process of cutting cloth over and over again, for fear that something might go wrong.
On the other side, Char focused his attention on the last thing.
"Experience a real death."
The general course of action in the current historical remnants has been determined, and only this riddle remains to be solved.
"Since experiencing death is considered a condition for unlocking the fourth soul covenant."
"That is to say, even if I want to die now, it may not be that easy?"
Xia Ya thought for a moment, and suddenly said to the Plastic Sisters who were busy sewing beside him: "Chihong, cut me."
"Mimi?"
"Hmm?"
Not only Chihong, but even Silver looked at Char in shock with his ruby eyes.
Could it be that his master couldn't bear the pressure in that horrifying Shura field and became mentally ill?
"No kidding, serious, cut me now, but remember to be gentle."
“Mimi…”
After all, the arms cannot bend the thighs.
Driven by the soul covenant, Chihong was forced to carefully control his strength and slashed out a weak sword energy.
Phew.
The sword pierced into Xia Ya's arm, leaving a wound of neither deep nor shallow, and bright red blood gushed out.
Although after the feedback from the soul contract, Char's physical fitness has been greatly improved, and his self-healing ability has also been improved.
But even so, a wound of this severity would take a day or two to heal on its own without taking any healing alchemical potions.
However, the next moment.
However, Xia Ya clearly saw that the bleeding on the wound on his hand stopped the moment it appeared.
Then it heals, scabs over, and falls off.
In just three or four seconds, his wounds disappeared, and even the scars faded rapidly.
Observing what was happening to his body, Char's pupils contracted slightly.
"Hurry, Red."
"Hit me again, and this time cut off my arm."
"Mimi? (Has this man finally gone crazy?)"
…
Half an hour later, inside the room.
Char and his two pets, Red and Silver, stared at each other with wide eyes.
For a moment, I was a little confused and didn't know how to start.
During this period of time, Char and Red tried many times.
The most brutal time was when Char even let Red cut him in half, turning him into "Char". This is also the limit of what the healing alchemical potions stored in his space pocket can cure.
However, even in this life-threatening situation.
The body that had clearly been broken into two pieces actually reassembled and healed itself within a few seconds.
In less than ten seconds, Char was back to normal.
This recovery speed has even surpassed the unique racial skill of elemental life - "super-speed regeneration".
But that is clearly a skill that relies on the characteristics of elemental life, and each regeneration consumes a large amount of magic power. Once the magic power is exhausted, it will not be able to regenerate.
But Char could be sure that he was undoubtedly a human being of flesh and blood.
Moreover, that self-healing ability seemed to have not been consumed, except that Char still felt the same pain.
Whether it is life force, mental force, or magic power, there is no loss at all, and I can even actively control the speed of my body's regeneration...
It's outrageous.
It is truly immortal.
This BUG-level self-healing ability reminded Char of the immortal vampires, or blood race, in various fantasy works in his previous life.
It was strange to say, because I had traveled through a genuine Western fantasy world, where even races like succubus, dragons, elves, and dwarves existed...
But in the real timeline, Char had never heard any rumors or news about the vampires.
However, in this remnant of history, Char did discover news about the vampires and the mysterious "Millennium City".
"That is to say, during this thousand years, the blood race has declined."
"My body has such abnormalities. It can't be because my race is not actually human, but some weird setting like the last vampire, or a half-blood prince."
During this half hour, Xia had also made such speculations.
But in the end, after a series of attempts, he overturned this speculation.
He is not a vampire, at least, not a vampire in the traditional sense as Char knows.
Garlic, no effect. He ate a whole garlic, it was very fragrant and appetizing.
Sunlight, no effect... Just along the way, Char had no idea how long he had been exposed to the sun.
Silver products...Anyway, he held Chihong and rubbed him for a long time, until the little silver spirit's star body began to rub and emit steam, but he didn't seem to feel any discomfort.
As for the cross, holy water and the like... well, Char had experienced them all when he was canonized as a Templar Knight just now, and didn't see anything unusual.
After thinking it over, Char could only bury this confusion deep in his heart.
However, given his current self-healing ability, he found that it would be extremely difficult for him to "experience a real death".
According to Char's estimation, even if he put himself into a meat grinder, he would be able to recover from the state of a pool of rotten meat.
"I don't know if my self-healing ability is only effective in this historical remnant, or if it is also effective in reality."
"But, if that's the case..."
Char looked at the papers on the wooden table that listed the various plans, and the robe that had been formed with silver and red processing.
"Some things can be done more boldly."
…
On the endless grassland.
The sun sets in the west, and the blood-red sunset dyes the entire sky red.
Clang——
The long sword rang.
Isadella stared at the square, neatly-arranged stone pillar in front of her.
On the stone pier, there was a gorgeous long sword.
The Sword in the Stone.
It is also the proof of a king.
"He who pulls out the sword that is stuck in the stone."
"He is the future king of this land."
I don't know where this rumor came from.
But thanks to this, all the famous knights in the whole territory came here with the wish to be king and the sense of mission to revive Esgania.
However, everyone left in disappointment in the end.
And now, Isadella held the hilt of the Sword in the Stone.
No one would think that such a young knight was worthy of the recognition of the Sword in the Stone, and the onlookers had already left.
But unlike the other knights who came to draw their swords with trepidation in their hearts, she was unusually calm about the final outcome of drawing the swords.
"How does it feel? This feeling of one thought to heaven and one thought to hell."
"Your future destiny, will it be as a mediocre knight living a life of mediocrity, or will it be as a king who ends the troubled times? The moment you draw your sword, it will be decided."
At this moment, a vague and hazy voice with difficult to distinguish details sounded behind her.
"For the king, a symbol?"
Isadella chuckled.
"But why would a true king need to rely on a dead object to make decisions and choices?"
"It's good that I can get the recognition of the Sword in the Stone."
"But even without its recognition, I will still complete this path to becoming a king."
In the distant sky, a vast sea of clouds is floating.
The next moment.
Clang——
The sword was pulled from the stone.
The glow of the setting sun shines on the sword edge, reflecting the color of glass.
boom--
Just then, a huge roar was heard in the distance.
What followed were the cries of the refugees and the smell of corruption that spread in the air.
Isadella looked around and quickly understood the situation.
The tide of monsters from the abyss.
The abyss monsters that roamed all over Esgania gathered into multiple groups for some reason and roamed here.
Originally, because of the Sword in the Stone and the prophecy of the King's Choice, many famous knights gathered here.
Those who are qualified to be called Grand Knights must be at least fourth-ring Beast Tamers, and there are even fifth- and sixth-ring title-level masters.
However, facing the oncoming tide of monsters, none of these great knights dared to fight.
That is a real ocean of monsters.
Although in reality, most of the high-level abyss monsters are in the royal city where the humble king Futigeng is located, there are also many fourth and fifth level abyss creatures in the monster tide.
Even a title-level strongman, once trapped in it, isolated and helpless -
The only outcome is that your physical strength will be gradually exhausted, and you will eventually be swallowed up by the tide of monsters.
And once injured by the creatures of the abyss, the wound must be cleaned with holy water from the Church, otherwise one will be haunted by the curse from the abyss.
Therefore, most of the great knights chose to escape.
Anyway, they just need to run faster than those refugees.
The silver-haired girl disguised as a man grasped the hilt of the sword.
As a princess who has undergone the most rigorous royal education since childhood, she knows very well that in the current chaotic world, if she wants to embark on the path of becoming a king, she must raise her own flag and become the people's choice.
And now.
The arrival of the monster tide is the best opportunity for her to establish her reputation as the Knight King.
Isadella realized that in this special time and space, her mental power, which was close to the throne level, was mostly sealed by the huge mystery of the holy sword, and she could only exert the high level of the fifth ring, which was also in line with her current physical strength.
However, since my original experience is still there, it is enough.
Countless times of confrontation at the border with the Lost Kingdom, and even in the abyss, made her know it very clearly.
The formation of this tide of monsters must be due to the appearance of a certain leader of the abyss creatures. As long as the core is killed, the tide of monsters will collapse without a fight.
However, just as Isadella was about to take action.
The next moment, her mental power suddenly became acutely aware that the person behind her who had spoken inexplicably earlier had disappeared.
But when Isadela tried to find the other party again, she found that the other party had appeared on the distant city wall.
This is in stark contrast to the refugees and knights who are fleeing from the tide of monsters.
The somewhat thin figure fell silently from the city wall.
Like a leaf, it fell lightly into the center of countless ferocious abyss monsters.
roar--
Those ferocious monsters from the abyss were startled at first, and then they madly tried to tear apart the human flesh and blood that was delivered to their doorstep.
But the next moment.
boom--
The air is distorted.
A blazing white light shot up into the sky.
What followed was a violent fluctuation of magical power and a huge explosion.
The huge fluctuations of magical power dispersed the clouds in the sky and even destroyed most of the damaged city walls.
The dust caused a blast, blowing sand and dirt all over the place, making it difficult to see clearly.
In an instant, including the leading monster leader.
Half of the monsters at the center of the monster tide were annihilated by the scorching heat and the impact of the explosion wave.
The rest of the monsters on the periphery did survive, but even so, there was a hint of fear in their eyes when they looked towards the center of the explosion.
The monsters of the abyss are indeed bloodthirsty and cruel by nature, but that does not mean they are unintelligent and they still fear death.
Plus the death of the leader.
In an instant, the originally orderly tide of monsters collapsed and scattered, no longer attacking the city.
Explosive abilities?
Isadella's pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.
As the princess of a later empire, she was certainly not unfamiliar with this ability. The trump card of the alliance of princes, the Gustav Cannon, was based on the same principle.
But she didn't expect that in this era thousands of years ago, someone actually mastered this ability.
Clearly from her initial perception, the mysterious visitor did not leave a very strong impression on her, but at this moment, he was able to cause a power similar to a single shot from the Gustav Cannon.
only--
Such a large-scale super explosion.
Even if one has the ability to escape such as teleportation, it would probably be difficult to completely escape the range of the explosion.
He is... in order to cover the evacuation of the civilians here, he is willing to sacrifice himself to stop the tide of monsters?
I didn’t expect there would be such a person in this era.
Not only does he possess explosive technology that is beyond his generation, he also does not have the condescending attitude that the strong usually have, and he cares about the common people and justice.
A sense of regret rose in Isadella's heart.
Whether in reality or in the remnants of history, what she lacks most is talent.
It’s a pity that the other person is already dead.
Such a thought just arose.
The next moment.
On the land that was turned into white scorched earth by the scorching heat and impact.
A figure wearing a pitch-black windbreaker slowly walked out of the hole left by the explosion.
The smoke and dust in the sky dissipated little by little.
It was not until then that Isadella saw the other person's true appearance.
The slender figure was wrapped in a dark robe.
There are red clouds embroidered on the black robe.
He had black hair and wore a swirling white mask with a cut mark carved into the highest point of the mask.
"Who are you?"
Isadella looked at the figure that emerged from the smoke of the explosion.
"My name is—Cain."
The vague, unrecognizable voice sounded again.
As if through the holes in the mask, he noticed that Isadela was looking at his black robe with a black background and red clouds, and the voice rang out again.
"From—"
"dawn."
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