Chapter 85 A Huge Snowstorm (1/2)

At this moment, the silver-haired girl felt a strong rush of memories from the pact in her mind.

There are infinite minuscule fragments of memories flowing into the memory core of the Divine Armament.

”You were born in the wrong time.”

There was once a person from a distant time who told him this.

In the memory from a long time ago which was forgotten, there was an ancient yet simple dojo and in it was a middle-aged man. The old man's eyes were only half open, as if that was the furthest he could open them. The man breathed heavily and his eyes were filled with astonishment looking at his son who defeated him that was standing in front of him.

”You have surpassed me in every way.”

The man took a deep long sigh as he slowly got back on his feet. The man was a veteran warrior who had triumphed in countless battles, however, upon seeing his son who defeated him, he felt impressed and yet pity as he added, ”What a pity, although you have learnt all the martial arts and become the strongest under the heaven, it is useless in the world we are living in now.”

It was not a time of chaos, and fighting was useless in this world…

The eyes of the middle-aged man could be seen filled with compassion.

”You are a starved wolf among the herd of sheep, what you crave for is meat filled with blood but all you can have is green grass and lying on the plain field. No matter how hard you find, there will be no one who is even comparable to you in fighting in this world.”

The youth stood there silently looking hard at both his fists while he gripped and loosened them. He seemed to be unaffected by what his father had told him. In the bottom of his heart, he had a tiny doubt on whether what his father told him is true or not.

All he ever desired was to fight to his heart's content; the desire to fight by putting one's life on the line. Unfortunately for him, it will not happen again, no matter whether in the Dojo from distant times or the battle that had just ended. The compassion within his soul would never be lit again.

This is a harmonious world, a world without any disputes where all races stood as one, there is no need for the warrior to exist.

The memory fragments slowly faded away into the distant sky, the flying dragon flying on top of the mountain inhaling the frost, the howling of the beasts can be heard along with the breeze echoed past them to a faraway place.

When the cold breeze passed through Joshua, he suddenly smiled and stood by the edge of the fortress wall. He looked at the mountain clusters and the sky, it seems as though he can see through the obstacles and see all the Daemons that were lurking in the shadows and darkness.

Joshua reached out his hand, a red flame burning on his palm and the Combat Aura gave out a bright light. It slowly turned into a darker color and became dark red, it shone throughout his face.

The flame seemed to be held back, the dark red blaze unable to darken its color furthermore, it stayed like that and ceased to move no matter how vigorously it lit up.

”The killing intent which showed out that does not have a target will only be like that.”

As he mumbled with slight regret but there is confidence and hope, ”Nevertheless, when the next battle starts it will be my glory.”

This was a real world.

There is no doubt this was real; the heartbeat from his heart or the thin ice underneath his feet or the passion in the warrior's blood or even the enemies' flesh and blood. They were data in the game, not beautiful posters; their very existence of the above mentioned was real, no matter in the distant past or the current times.

In this world, everything was real regardless of the battle; killing or even dying together with Combat Aura, the concept was same with the non-stop flow of the stream.