The Shepherd Demilo rode on the Serpent Dragon and commanded the army to enter the No. 73 Complex Resource Point·Cavern in an orderly manner.

When we arrived at the cave entrance, there was still no sign of the ferocious wolf dragon. It must have been ransacked.

Is it a magician passing by, or a crystal dragon swimming nearby?

Both are possible. Anyway, the troops sent to garrison the resource point are destined to become consumables on the expense list...How many snake dragons will be left to garrison here?

As if aware of the upcoming personnel reshuffle, the Serpent Dragons became restless, but the Thousand-winged Bird Dragons stood on one leg to rest without a care in the world, and even had enough time to groom each other's fur - as the only long-range follower troop under Demilo's command, they naturally enjoyed treatment comparable to that of lovers.

Arriving at the hall of the cave, Demilo waved his hand and asked the snakes, scorpions and dragons to move the supplies.

The clever children all felt that the results of their next work would determine whether they would stay in this cave and rot in the future or continue to follow the Shepherd to enjoy the good life. They immediately searched the cave with high morale, with their scorpion tails raised high.

Demilo could clearly sense the mood changes of his followers, but he didn't care and motioned his mount to sit down. The snake dragon lowered its body obediently, and its scorpion tail curved like a roller coaster, with the tip just falling on his back, serving as a pillow for Demilo.

Demilo closed his eyes and selected the fragments of entertainment from the memory album. But he looked around and his sight was still on the dream that he had viewed thousands of times and would have to view thousands of times in the future.

That was when DeMillo was 13 years old, the worst moment of his life.

Demilo was born into the Leba family, a family name that was meaningless because when he was 11 years old, his family was exterminated because of his uncle's corruption, and his parents were also implicated. In those days, the nobility and the royal family were like playing a cat-and-mouse game, seeing whether I could embezzle faster or you could catch me faster.

The young Demilo escaped to the maid's house by chance to avoid legal sanctions, and then he was transformed from a noble young master to an orphan taken in by the maid, living in the dirtiest and smallest utility room. He quickly became sensible, ate less, worked more, and kept his head down. In two years, he doubled the suffering he had to endure in the previous ten years.

Apparently, fate is a harsh loan shark, and double is just the interest. When he was 13 years old, the maid said she had found a suitable apprenticeship, and two strong men who looked like blacksmiths took him away, and their destination was the famous "pigeon fish cage" in the local area.

That's where you buy color.

The male workers called it white dove and the female workers called it grass carp. At that time, Demilo didn't know the origin of the name, but he soon understood.

When the evil gangster boss told Demilo the truth, Demilo did not feel fear or other emotions, but calmly accepted the fact. Perhaps when he heard the maid couple's increasingly frequent complaints, and saw the husband's vicious expression and the maid's apologetic eyes, he anticipated that fate wanted to take away his capital this time.

As a wanted fugitive, he has the freedom to choose to agree or die.

The gang boss also told him the scope of his next job: a young man like him with a little bit of good looks, in addition to selling his body, can also gather intelligence, assassinate important people, frame others, and if he is lucky, he may be bought by a wealthy man who is greedy for his beauty... Apparently, part-time work and overtime are the norm here. Now, even if he is caught by the police department in the future, he can't say he is innocent.

With the hope of surviving and becoming someone's sexual tool in the future, the teenage boy in distress walked into one of the rooms on the top floor of the pigeon fish cage, which was the staff dormitory.

Warm yellow walls, a crackling fireplace, a few tasteless wine-red sofas, and snacks and drinks randomly placed on the low table. Because it was the highest floor, the warm light of Yaoxing penetrated the balcony French windows without reservation, providing a stage for the dancing dust.

But the floor is very clean and should be swept regularly.

Compared with the utility room, the living conditions have been greatly improved. At least you won’t be woken up in the middle of the night by rats visiting the house.

"Oh, your skin is so white!" A tall and plump girl came up to Demilo and touched the precious legacy of the previous ten years of aristocratic life: "It's so smooth and tender, wow..."

"Is there finally a newcomer?" Another cute boy who seemed even younger than Demilo jumped up and clenched his fists excitedly: "Am I finally going to become a senior?"

"No, you seem to still be the youngest one." Sitting at the far end of the sofa, the quiet girl put down the book in her hand and said, "Drink more milk and grow up quickly."

Demilo took a quick glance and saw that there were no words in the quiet girl's book, only exciting pictures... Was she still studying diligently after get off work?

The cute boy looked bitter: "But milk smells fishy..."

"Oh, I had forgotten all about it!"

The floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony was pushed open, and a beautiful man as exquisite as a sculpture walked into the room. He was wearing a loose shirt and shorts, carrying a tray of clothes that had just been hung out to dry. He was full of homely atmosphere yet extremely romantic.

The warm orange light clung to him, giving him a sacred hue.

Is he a man? Or a woman? Gender seemed to lose its meaning for a moment.

"The boss just told us this morning that there would be new people coming to the dormitory. At that time, no one was awake yet, so there was no time to prepare food. But work doesn't start until tonight, so how about we have a welcome party in the afternoon?"

"Is this something worth celebrating?" The quiet girl said what DeMiluo also wanted to say.

"Yeah, party!" The tall girl and the cute boy cheered together.

"Do we live together as a mixed group of men and women?" was the first question Demilo asked after entering.

"Yeah, the boss said that it's troublesome if the house is all men or all women, but if men and women live together, they can supervise each other, at least there won't be so many problems... He also said that this is his management secret!"

But the risk of men and women living together is... oh well, that risk isn't a concern here.

"Then, let's move on to the next step!" The pretty girl put down the laundry basin and said, "Let me help you pick a nice name that's suitable for the newlyweds!"

"Here it comes again..." The other three sighed helplessly.

"It is indeed time to give it a new name to break away from the past." Demilo nodded: "After all..."

The beautiful girl smiled and shook her head: "No, a new name is not to abandon the past, but to embrace the future. Think about it, our earliest names were not chosen by us, but names are obviously something that will follow us throughout our lives. How unreasonable is that? Taking a new name means that we want to control our own future and say goodbye to the fate that hates us!"

If he hadn't heard this in the staff dormitory of the Pigeon Fish Cage, perhaps Demilo would have nodded in agreement.

"So you'd like me to pick a name?"

"As you wish."

"Okay!" The beautiful person took out a book with cracked pages from the bookcase, which seemed to be read frequently.

DeMillo asked, “What book is this?”

"The Starry Poetry Collection," the pretty girl said. "A poet named every star in the sky and gave them various meanings. It's perfect to refer to the names in the collection!"

"Each one... that's tens of thousands, right?"

"More than that! So any good name can be found, such as An Lilian, which means the scent of ink on the pages of a book."

The quiet girl tilted her head.

"For example, Roja means the sunshine of joy."

The cute boy raised his head. Although he was not exposed to the sunlight, his whole body still exuded a warm aura.

"For example, Selena means a colorful butterfly."

The tall girl stood on her tiptoes and spun in a circle, her skirt twirling, just like her name.

"And...ah, it's decided, DeMiluo! From now on you will be called DeMiluo!" The beautiful person hastily decided on someone's name for life.

"Is there any metaphor?"

"Demilo, the metaphor is a reef in a rapid current." The beautiful man smiled and said, "It means that you will never be knocked down by fate."

"What about you? What's your name?"

An Lilian, Luo Ya, and Selena showed an expression that said "it's finally coming".

“And I’m awesome!”

The beautiful girl jumped directly onto the sofa and made a gesture that was so arrogant that it seemed as if she was about to transform. "'Fusi' stands for domination, and 'Loda' means conquest. My name is Vosloda, which means to dominate fate and conquer everything!"

It was so stupid that it was beyond description. DeMiro looked at the other three people, and the strangers who met for the first time reached a consensus.

"all in all."

The beautiful girl came over and hugged Demilo intimately, and said with a giggle: "Demilo, welcome."

Two years later, DeMiluo felt the warm embrace again, and his face, which had been completely numbed by fate, softened for the first time.

Fate took away all his capital, but approved a loan for him despite his negative credit.

This was the first meeting between DeMiluo and Vosloda, and also the most important moment in DeMiluo's life.

Hiss, hiss, hiss——

The sound of the snake dragon rubbing against the ground disturbed Demilo's sweet dream. He opened his eyes and saw that his right hand had been raised at some point, as if trying to retain something intangible.

Soon, he thought, he would know how he felt at that moment.

He was almost getting his heartbeat back.

DeMiluo touched his chest, which was empty, with nothing there.

This is the toll that must be paid to cross the six levels of hell. All souls will be washed away of all emotions in hell, and only pure memories can reach the virtual world. And these dead souls "activated" by the Lord God are just disabled lives born from memories.

Since I have never had a body, I naturally have no heartbeat, let alone emotions.

Even if he replayed the memory countless times, he could not understand the true feelings of 'Demilo', just like picking someone's nose with his fingers, he could not feel the real happiness.

Between him and his memories lies the curtain of death.

The only solution is to retrieve the fragments stranded in hell, fill the gaps in the soul, and make the rotten heart beat again.

There is no doubt that only the Lord God can accomplish this kind of miracle, so he has been fighting for the Lord God from the moment he was born.

Six levels of hell, six fragments. The merits he had accumulated were almost enough to exchange for the first fragment. By then, he would probably understand why Demilo attached so much importance to his first encounter with Vosloda.

It will be soon, it will be almost there in a few decades, anyway, it has been more than a thousand years...

Demilo turned around and found that the snakes, scorpions and dragons seemed to want to rebel - they didn't even move any ordinary resources over, what a courage they had.

wrong.

Only then did the Star Shepherd pay attention and look around, and found that the ground was covered with a thin layer of powder, and there was no trace of any materials around the cave. In addition, the entire family of the Fierce Wolf Dragon disappeared neatly, which could only lead to one possibility - the materials had been taken away.

Is it that the enemy army sneaked in to raid here? But this is the heartland of their Xingtang. Aren't other armies afraid of being annihilated after coming here from a long distance? Or is this the prelude to a large-scale invasion?

The nearest hostile force here is... the Blood Tomb!

Could it be those annoying lunatics in the Blood Tomb? In the previous two Six-Nation Wars, Demilo had dealt with the gravekeepers in the Blood Tomb. They were all incomplete souls, but for some reason the gravekeepers seemed to be brainless. In addition, the Blood Tomb's zombie soldiers seemed to be fermented from the sewers...

Buzz buzz buzz!

Suddenly, a steel roar that had never been heard before came from the cave entrance. Demilo turned his head and saw a steel monster rushing at the entrance like a storm. The sharp blade at the front cut through the armor of the snake dragon like cutting hot butter, and in an instant it crushed the simple defense line formed by the snake dragon and rushed towards Demilo!

Thousand feathers volley!

Demilo's mind moved, and the thousand-feathered bird dragons rose into the air at the same time, and dense feather arrows were shot at the open space in front of Demilo in a predictive manner. They have the "penetration" magic spirit in their bodies, and each volley can kill a large number of knowledge creatures!

However, the steel monster slammed on the brakes, the brake pads made a whining sound, emitting a tar-like aroma. The strong inertia made it draw a donut-like arc, stopping just in front of the rain of arrows.

Only a few sparse feather arrows fell on it, but they were blocked by the transparent protective barrier, protecting the operator inside the monster.

The Viper Dragons quickly formed a line of defense in front of Demilo. The most important thing in legion combat is to protect the commander.

The Star Shepherd looked at the three people in the steel monster, and the moment their eyes met, both sides knew each other's identities.

Is he a magician? So this steel monster is a miracle product? Mechanical? Alchemical? Or maybe biological? Maybe it's a modified fish-slaying dragon...

Many thoughts came to Demilo's mind, but this did not hinder his command at all. With a thought, the Serpent Dragon and the Thousand-winged Bird Dragon formed a pincer attack from top to bottom and from front to back, rushing towards the three sorcerers who had gone the wrong way like a surge.

He had no desire to chat with his juniors.

Even though the other party was a seeker in the virtual realm like himself, and even though the Lord God did not impose any communication restrictions on him, Demilo still had no interest in speaking a word to a future person who would be born more than a thousand years later, even though he knew that if he revealed the secret of the heroic soul even a little, it would cause an uproar in reality.

The only wish of the heroic soul is to complete its own imperfections, nothing else.

As for the real world above hell, the heroes are like lovers who have broken up and deleted each other, stingy with any thoughts. No expectations, no hatred, only indifference, they don't care how the world they once lived in has become now.

Go back to your place, the living.

Faced with the surging army of monsters, the iron monster roared again, and five pipes stretched out from its butt. There were bursting sounds inside, and dark green gas gushed out of the pipes. The vicious airflow almost flooded the entire cave in an instant!

DeMiluo, who was facing the pipe of the sports car, was sprayed directly in the face and his hair was blown up!

Buzz-buzz-buzz-

Amid the heavy roar of the steel monster, there was also a sentence of common language of magicians that was pronounced in a clear and melodious voice: "Ah, it feels so good to run away after farting~"

Thousands of years after waking up from the eternal dream, these were the first human words Demilo heard.