Chapter 310 Breakthrough
Yu Sheng fell beside a pillar, feeling his blood and vitality gradually draining away from his body, while the "artificial saint" pressed heavily on him, motionless like a lifeless piece of iron.
A low and chaotic noise came from the other party's metal body, sounding like some key component was performing its final idling after a serious failure. Then some sticky, plasma-like liquid slowly overflowed from the cracks in her shell, carrying heat and corrosion, with a metallic texture, mixed with a bit of suspicious dark red.
Yu Sheng pushed hard and barely managed to pull the two blades that pierced him out of his body, but he was unable to push the opponent's completely inanimate body off of him.
"Hey, is he really dead?" He took a breath and said in disbelief at the motionless iron puppet.
Having fought with this terrifying and difficult enemy so many times, he almost thought that she was immortal. However, he did not expect that she would actually fall in front of him at this moment and it seemed that she would never move again.
Yu Sheng shook his head, feeling dizzy. He couldn't help but think of some fragmented fragments he had read from the "thinking" of this iron puppet through the blood connection before, and felt more confused.
After resting for a while, Yu Sheng sighed softly.
I'm dead now, there's nothing I can do about it. I'll probably die soon too, and after this death, it's about time everything here ends.
Thinking of this, he struggled to raise his arms, trying to push the "corpse" of the artificial saint off his body.
Flesh and blood hold up the metal, and blood mixes with the "mud".
Suddenly, a vague voice, as if floating from the depths of distant memory, emerged in his mind -
"...You are going to be a big shot, so remember to come home when the time comes..."
Yu Sheng suddenly froze in place.
While he was still thinking about what the voice in his mind just now meant, he noticed that his fingers had inadvertently touched the dark red "plasma" overflowing from the pale face of the artificial saint.
...Talking with the dead?! Is it also effective for this "artificial saint"?! The next second, before he had time to think about it, he felt a sudden flash in front of his eyes, and then a world of black, white and gray descended into his vision.
However, unlike the previous conversations with the dead, what he saw was not the scene in the "Holy Coffin Chamber" at this moment - the black, white and gray world expanded violently, and a completely unfamiliar scene covered the surrounding reality and broke into his field of vision, just like... falling into a nearly real dream.
He saw endless wheat fields.
The vast wilderness, the rolling mountains in the distance, the river flowing quietly through the wilderness, and the peaceful and tranquil villages dotted in the wilderness.
There was the sound of waving sticks coming from behind, and it sounded very close.
Yu Sheng looked back in surprise, and saw that the scene around him was fluctuating like mist and changing all the time. He saw that a big tree had appeared behind him at some point, and in front of the tree stood a wooden stake. A little girl who looked only eight or nine years old was standing in front of the stake, waving her stick with great concentration, using the stake as a target, and honing her "swordsmanship".
There were also many tall, short, fat and thin figures, who looked like older boys and girls, surrounding the big tree, watching the little girl waving a stick. Some were counting in a cheering manner, some were cheering her on, and some were shouting that it was time to go home for dinner.
Yu Sheng frowned and subconsciously took a step forward, only to see that the big tree suddenly disappeared again. A thin layer of smoke floated, and on a small road in the wilderness, a knight in a blouse rode his horse through the village road.
"The battle on the border is fierce! The demonic attacks are intensifying! The saints are calling on more brave and upright warriors to receive baptism and glory!"
The knight shouted loudly on his horse, his gorgeous tunic and the mighty armor underneath were enviable.
There are "messengers" running between villages, conveying the teachings of the saints and bringing the saints' grace.
The land is barren, but the saints can make it grow enough wheat to feed everyone. Knowledge is precious, but the village church will teach every child to read and write for free.
Yu Sheng travels through one illusion after another.
The eight or nine-year-old girl grew up to be eleven or twelve years old, and the rough wooden stick she used for practice turned into a decent wooden sword - although it was also made of wood, it at least had a regular hilt and guard. Her father used an old knife to carve it into shape bit by bit under the oil lamp as a birthday present for the girl.
The two older brothers were very envious of this, but they did not have the talent to be "chosen", so they could only envy.
An older brother from the neighboring family was chosen and became a glorious knight. He followed the "messenger" to the capital. It was said that he would be sent to a very far place and would not return home until a long time later. When he left, he was wearing a gorgeous armor that looked like gold. The exquisiteness and majesty of the armor dazzled people.
"As a knight, you can send 200 francs home every year, which is equivalent to five strong laborers," the mother calculated under the oil lamp. She had studied in the church in her early years, but because she had no further talent, she could only be a peasant woman who could read and write. "You not only have the talent of a knight, but also the talent of a saint. If you can be elected to the priesthood, you can send 800 francs home every year..."
My father was very unhappy with my mother's plan. They had a quarrel, but no one knew what they were quarreling about.
The twelve-year-old girl just practiced "swordsmanship" diligently every day, sparring with her neighbors' brothers and sisters, or learning knowledge in the church together.
The wheat was ripe several times and the messengers came several times.
Yu Sheng stepped through a thin mist and saw a magnificent carriage parked in an open space. The villagers bowed their heads in awe, and in the sky not far away, a majestic steel creation was floating.
Another group of talented people were taken away, most of whom had the talent to become knights, and there were also two girls who were said to have the potential to become saints.
The messenger came and went.
Bards also came and went.
Bards are actually more interesting than messengers - they bring many stories from far away, and they are all stories that young people like to listen to.
About the demons beyond the border, about the great Crusaders, about the battles to uphold justice and defend the kingdom - the saints led the army to resist those crazy, dark and chaotic creatures outside the civilized world. The high walls they built surrounded one "kingdom world" after another, and it was with this protection that the wheat fields could mature again and again, and there was peace and tranquility in the wilderness.
The wooden sword became an iron practice sword, and then a real steel sword.
At the age of sixteen, the girl began to patrol the wild with her brothers and sisters in the village, to eliminate wild beasts that might threaten the village, as well as the weak monsters that always appeared in certain "nests" for some reason.
Finally, the messenger came again.
“This one, this one, and this batch over here are all mature, come with us—you are blessed.”
So the girl got on the carriage with her brothers and sisters.
She carried with her the sword that her father had forged at a high price, and two new sets of clothes that her mother had sewn herself.
"...You are going to be a big shot, so remember to come home when the time comes..."
Her mother lay down beside the carriage, holding her hand and saying.
"You don't have to send all the money you earn back home. Take care of yourself first. Your parents have a good harvest back home, and your two brothers are the pillars of the family."
She said again.
The carriage set off.
After leaving the wilderness, the carriage was replaced by a large cart powered by magic.
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The car was so comfortable, the seats were soft, and there was a kind messenger grandpa who told the young boys and girls who had just left their hometown many interesting stories about distant places.
Yu Sheng stood in the swaying carriage, watching the young boys and girls sitting around the lights, watching them enthusiastically discussing things about the future, glory and hometown, watching the mist rise and dissipate.
"This is the sword my father asked someone to make. I am good at swordsmanship!" The girl, who has become a master of swordsmanship, stood in front of a large building that looked like a palace and said proudly to the "messenger" who was waiting at the door, "I also know herbs and arithmetic!"
"Very good," the messenger said to her, "Put your sword in the box here first, along with these two sets of...clothes. You can't bring too many personal belongings with you during the promotion ceremony. Don't worry, they will be returned to you when you come back - your swordsmanship will come in handy."
Then, the boys and girls walked in, into the magnificent palace, and through a long corridor. The messengers gently guided them and asked them to lie on the ceremonial platform. In a daze, they heard the messenger's instructions -
“This batch, send it to the transformation room.
“Send these to the regeneration room.
“Take these away...
"This one has great talent - send it to the extraction room, the success rate is very high."
That seemed like it was many years ago.
The girl became a saint, and her brothers and sisters from the same hometown became knights. They formed an enviable team - just as the bard told in the story, during the day, they went to the battlefield, bravely fought against heresy and evil creatures, defending justice and the people; at night, they returned to the sanctuary, where endless glory and grace awaited them.
The days after that were all glory.
The days that followed were filled with glory.
All glory.
Glory...
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A thin mist rose up like smoke, and then everything suddenly fell into darkness. A whistle sounded in the black and white gray world, and a sharp alarm sounded, as if it was rooted in some underlying system.
"The mental barrier is critical! The cognitive mask has been penetrated! Warning, the mental barrier is critical! Close the ..."
Yu Sheng just felt that the alarm was irritating. He waved his hand in the darkness, and the noise stopped abruptly.
Then he looked around and saw only deep darkness, no exit, and only chaotic fog floating in his field of vision.
But gradually, a beam of light appeared in the fog.
There stood a figure in the light.
A heroic lady, wearing bright armor, with her golden hair draped over her shoulders and holding a sharp sword in her hand - the last gift her father gave her - stood not far away.
She looked at Yu Sheng in a daze, then lowered her head and looked at her body.
The dark metal quickly covered the bright armor, the sword shattered silently, and the fingers turned into sharp blades.
The cognitive mask was broken, and the memory conflicts and logical conflicts on the verge of madness surged up like a tide. She raised her head and seemed to want to reach out to this side - to ask for help? Or was she just subconsciously trying to grab something before her body fell down? Yu Sheng didn't know.
The darkness shattered, and the last memories of the dead disappeared into eternal peace.
(End of this chapter)
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