The puppets' stage play

Chapter 311 Sharpening the Sword

Ding, sparks flashed across the sky.

Boom, a heavy tremor ran through the whole body.

The black, water chestnut-filled stone has a deliberately polished front end that looks extremely 'powerful', drawing an arc and swinging straight down.

Boom!

A long and slender one-handed sword, only slightly larger than a palm, with a thick "carapace" on the outer skin. The stone fell and scraped off a few copper particles on the sword. White lines were looming in it, like "scars". 'Same.

It is bent, like a pliers, firmly pressing the one-handed sword. The tough skin shines with a metallic color. It is a palm that has been well-trained at first glance.

Deng!

The figure standing quietly on the spot, but motionless, looked as if it was dead from a distance.

"........."

An arc was drawn down, the sword body trembled slightly, and the clumsy, useless white color adhered to it, but compared to the original 'carapace', it felt like an alien, and it felt completely out of place.

"........."

The quiet stone cave stared at each other silently, even though the body was cut apart, even though there was noise in the ears, it still made no sound, because...

Ding!

His face was stern, and the black uniform he wore looked a little messy. Even his sharp eyes were a little dull, but he was still stubborn and hammered with all his strength.

Be focused and concentrated, don't think about anything else, just do this one thing.

His arms waved downward along a trajectory that lasted tens of thousands of times, and crisp or heavy sounds continued to reach his ears, but he still didn't pay attention, but kept staring at the 'rusty sword' in front of him.

"————————"

Swing down!

Boom!

A long, loud roar, like a hoarse throat. It was by no means a beautiful sentence, but a simple noise and an ineffective shout. However, it was rolling in the mud, but still wanted to stand up.

The heavy mud does not know the fragrance of flowers, but the 'filth' is also its unique color.

Boom! Boom! ! Boom, boom, boom! ! !

The man continued to hammer, his expression was calm and crazy, his eyes were deep and excited, his thoughts were blazing, but his body was cold, just like a 'hard rock', rolling and hitting, stumbling and shouting out his inner voice.

Beside the man, there were several broken blades scattered around. The blades that once bloomed with endless brilliance were now worthless and fell to the ground, just pure debris.

Broken, torn, blunted, scratched... worthless stuff.

Boom!

Sparks explode in the sky and then disappear silently. It is a fleeting beauty that everyone will praise. As for the end, no one cares.

"........."

"........."

One after another, the two people were moving forward in silence. In the middle was a man with his eyes closed and a pale complexion. The two people carried each other and walked forward without saying a word.

"..." The person in front had a gloomy face, and his brown hair was covered with gray stains, but he didn't pay attention to this. Instead, he was distracted by other things.

It’s so hot! ! !

"Tsk." He smacked his tongue repeatedly, but he still suppressed his anger. After all, the other party came to help him before, and it would indeed be a bit excessive if he scolded him.

"...Speaking of which, I have seen Lu Yao fail quite a few times, but I have never seen him look so depressed." There was a leisurely voice coming from behind, which sounded very annoying. .

"I'm actually very grateful to you for coming to help me." The brown-haired man said with a cold face, and even his voice sounded a little stiff.

"Hey, really, haha, then you have to repay me well in the future. After all, I am your benefactor." Words mixed with surprise rang out, and the man began to mention the subsequent rewards without hesitation.

"Let me think about it. First of all, you must use the honorific title for me in the future, ending with 'sir'. Then, you have to do all the hard work that you ask me to do on weekdays. No, after thinking about it, One time is too few, at least five, six...a hundred times!"

The triumphant voice kept coming, and the brown-haired man walked in front of him expressionlessly, but his palms holding the unconscious man became harder and harder, making him look faintly blue.

"Go on, you have to-"

"It seems that those honor guards were not used in the previous battle." The brown-haired man interrupted the other party's nonsense. He remembered the doubts he had raised when he saw the scene before.

"Isn't that for sure? The honor guard is only responsible for blowing and beating, and fighting is too boring. Milo, you really don't understand~"

Milo looked slightly sideways, looking at the guy behind him who looked like he had ADHD. As he walked, his body was still shaking rhythmically. When he saw his gaze, he nuzzled at him, and his brows almost fell from his face. Just leave.

"Glinton, that's it. You are really annoying."

A warm smile appeared on Milo's face, but Glinton was frightened. What mistake had he made?

"You told me that the honor guard is only responsible for providing support. I don't care about that. After all, you did it yourself. But, you don't even dare to do such a small thing as carrying a stretcher. Isn't it a bit useless, you bastard!"

At the end, Milo almost roared. He pointed at a bunch of guys next to him, and spittle splashed onto Glinton's face. Of course, the unconscious man took more.

"It's... not really..." Glinton's eyes wandered and he couldn't help but look to one side.

The instruments in the hands of short little people, only two people waist high, who had been surrounding the two people, suddenly stopped playing. Their bodies were covered with blue scales, and there were varying numbers of gaps on their faces. Their round little eyes looked this way. .

"The envoy of God is the strongest. Knock down this blasphemer and punish him with heavenly punishment!"

A little man with a long instrument and pointed lips shouted.

"Nie Zhan, you are doubting Lord GG's reputation. Punishment must be given immediately!"

The little man with a fat face, holding a drum with both hands, and banging it with his chin shouted in a muffled voice.

"Son, suspend your disbelief and accept God's kindness."

The eyebrows were twitching, and the lower half of his face looked extremely dry and wrinkled. The little man raised his mouth, and a seemingly gentle, but actually domineering voice sounded.

The 36-person honor guard shouted loudly at Milo. A few red-faced and thick-necked villains stepped forward to teach the other party a lesson. Glinton was surprised for a while.

Milo's cold gaze and the desperate efforts of other villains prevented him from committing suicide.

"Uh...I know." Glinton reluctantly agreed with a grimace, but he was lamenting in his heart. It seemed that he couldn't take the opportunity to cause Milo to bleed this time.

The little people looked at Glinton in astonishment as if they were mourning their heirs.

One of the younger ones, with eight dark blue beards on both sides of his cheeks, came out. He looked at Glinton with a sad face and shouted heartbrokenly.

"You are no longer our respectable—" Glinton waved his hand feebly, and all the villains in front of him disappeared. He sighed, his heart filled with melancholy.

Without them, how can I show my strength in the future?

He frowned and began to think about this major issue of life and death. It would take at least a month of buffering before he could be promoted to the honor guard again. What should he do during this time?

Oh, as for Milo's proposal, don't worry so much, you will forget it soon anyway, Milo is very busy after all, Glinton thought casually.

"Ugh......"

Milo sighed secretly. He also knew that Glinton would not correct himself. After all, he was such a casual guy. However, at least in the near future, he would not see those guys who are always full of arrogance.

He turned his head and opened the palm of his right hand, revealing a transparent ball. He focused his eyes and could see the black-haired woman inside breathing slowly. Although she was not getting better, she was at least maintaining her health. active.

'That's great, Mom. ’

He whispered in his heart, and it was a little complicated at the same time. Probably if the two people hadn't come, everyone, including himself, would have died.

As for the other surviving people, they have also been included in the 'Life-Taking Pearl', and their lives are temporarily maintained. It is the best way to wait until they reach the federal mainland to carry out rescue.

Thinking of this, Milo couldn't help but think of the thrilling battle before. It was okay for him and Glinton. With the help of a short increase in combat power, they were able to successfully kill the frightened pseudo-lords.

Afterwards, Glinton was responsible for destroying the mechanical soldiers, and after taking in the unconscious people, he also joined the battlefield.

After a while, only two people were left on the battlefield. They raised their heads and looked at the decisive battle.

The battle between Lu Yao and the throne spread to countless worlds. In the center of the battle, even the boundaries of time and space became blurred.

The world far in the future was defeated by a aftermath across time and space.

The countless worlds that breed essence, life, and evil, regardless of their own will, will be completely wiped out as long as they touch that battle, and become a little embellishment in the battle between the two.

Just looking at that scene, Milo couldn't help but feel a sense of despair in his heart. It was an incomparable power that he could not match. Even though he and Glinton had nominally achieved 'Kingdom Level' combat power, compared to the two of them, they were not. Like a child.

"Lu Yao...will he win?"

His mind couldn't help but sway, and for the first time, he had doubts about that man's victory. He had always believed in him in the past, and he was the guy who would grab the victory by his throat and announce the result calmly.

"We will definitely win. It has always been like this." Glinton responded with a strong voice. He turned his head. The other party's face was full of trust. He didn't understand why the other party could be so sure.

With confusion, he looked at the battlefield again. Then, the situation took a turn for the worse. The blades that shone with the glory of the past were broken one by one. In Lu Yao's usual sword-holding posture, the huge figure smiled. stand up.

"The same goes for you. You're just a piece of trash. What a waste of time."

As the voice fell, Lu Yao's body froze, and the rusty dagger he was holding in his hand was blown away, and then fell like a meteor.

Well, it really failed.

Looking at the falling figure, a stern voice sounded deep in his heart, a voice that was mixed with ridicule and disdain.

"He hasn't lost yet."

Glinton's solemn voice came, and he turned his head subconsciously, and a dark blue figure flew out, heading towards the place where he fell.

"..." He was silent for a moment, but still followed the other person. After all, he was his friend.

"Lilililililili!!!!" A clear voice sounded from the horizon. The huge figure looked down at the three people below. He casually covered his palm with a hand, and the palm turned by the cloud fell down. Under Milo's gaze, Falling suddenly.

Ding!

A stubborn and high-pitched sword sound sounded. Lu Yao stood with his right eye half-opened and his left eye tightly closed. There were fragments of the blade scattered around him, and the rusty dagger above his head.

A white line crossed, and the clear sky appeared again, but the huge figure had disappeared.

Maybe he was heading to the place where the figure came from, Milo thought in his mind. He turned his head and looked at the man not far ahead. Glinton stopped aside, with a rare look of hesitation on his face.

"..." Lu Yao shook his head first, lowered his gaze, and scanned the short blade under his body one by one. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Milo who was standing in the distance. A smile suddenly appeared on the blood-stained face.

"I----"

Snap, in the astonished expressions of Milo and Glinton, the man, the man who never fell even if he failed, suddenly fell to the ground at this moment.

Embarrassed and unbearable, he fell to the ground like a 'loser'.

"Leave here." Milo breathed a sigh of relief, his brain regained his composure, and he said to Glinton on the side. After all, there is no chance that the other party will send enemies to come again. When the time comes, they will not be able to win if they are weak.

"..." Glinton stood there in unusual silence, his expression looking a little gloomy. He glanced here with a complicated expression, and then whispered.

"Miluo, we are also going to die, we are going to die..."

"I know this kind of thing very well." Milo stepped forward, leaned down, and felt a little hesitant when his fingers were about to touch Lu Yao. Then he let out a breath, turned his back, and carried Lu Yao on his back.

"Let's go, don't stay here anymore." He warned again and stepped forward.

"...Yeah." Glinton stared at the other person's back, and after a moment he smiled bitterly. The expression on his face became cheerful, and he immediately followed after him.

Glinton shook his head, not thinking about this complicated issue for the time being. He lowered his head and stared at the figure being carried by the two of him, but he felt inexplicably familiar.

The two of them had been exploring the area before, but they found the unconscious man somewhere in the corner. He was hanging on a branch, looking extremely miserable.

"Well, Milo, as far as I know, you are not such a warm-hearted person. What's the point of saving this person?" He raised his head and looked at the other person. If Milo hadn't taken the initiative to save the person, he would probably Will directly ignore the other party's existence.

"...He is one of ours and a famous high-level person. You really don't remember it at all." Milo turned around in surprise and looked at him with disgust.

"Don't worry about such a small problem, we still have you." Glinton said with a sneer on his face.

"And, if I'm not wrong..." Milo glanced sideways at the other party, and his tone suddenly became a little complicated. If it was the other party, then the voice that appeared on the battlefield not long ago might also be the other party.

"Oh, that's not bad, but if he loses, it's not worth caring about." Glinton said proudly, with confidence in his eyes, which was the confidence that he would not lose to the opponent in the future.

The unconscious man's eyelids trembled slightly.

"That's right." Milo thought for a moment and agreed. They were still young and they would be stronger in the future than they are now. Even if they surpassed each other, it wouldn't be a problem.

The unconscious man's face shook slightly.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about the loser. Let's hurry back." Glinton lost interest in the unconscious man and immediately urged him loudly.

"Don't argue, just concentrate!" Milo's hand shook and he almost threw it down. He scolded the other party, turned around and walked forward. In front of the road between the two of them, there was a towering mountain range. The two of them were carrying The unconscious man stepped inside.

The faint movement of the unconscious man's lips went unnoticed by the two of them.

Not long after, the two of them reached a certain gate through twists and turns. Milo stretched out his foot and kicked a corner of the smooth mirror-like wall on one side. A hole appeared silently behind the two of them.

The two of them walked in in silence, and the entrance to the cave immediately disappeared.

Ding, dong.

The further he walked, the clearer the knocking sound became. Glinton looked at the figure that could be seen in front of him, with a trace of bitterness on his face.

"It's true that Lu Yao didn't leave with that little broken sword in his arms. Let me tell you, that time I took him to be a guest in my clan. I tried my best to bring out the clan's treasures and let him choose as he pleased."

Glinton immediately talked about bitter water.

"But what he said was that he was not spiritual enough, and he belittled my precious soldiers. From my point of view, he did it purely because the weapons were not powerful enough." Glinton rarely hesitated at the end of his words, but, his The meaning is clearly visible.

I think it's just a waste of time here, so I might as well go back to the federal mainland to rest, which will save me the fear of being frightened all day long.

"He must have his own considerations." Milo also agreed in his heart, but at the same time, he also believed that Lu Yao must have some ideas, otherwise, the three of him who are gradually recovering would not stay here all the time.

"That's forging. It's a way to melt body and mind into one and become stronger. Nowadays, few people use such traditional methods."

Milo suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and at the same time, a cold and arrogant voice sounded. He turned his eyes. The unconscious man stood up at some point, and his frosty blue eyes looked at Lu Yao who was tapping the sword in the distance.

"Anyway... I hope you're safe."

Gran turned his eyes slightly and looked at Milo, who was nearby and looked calm. Glinton behind him had a somewhat embarrassed look on his face. He deeply doubted whether the other party had heard what he said before.

"Besides, if you want to surpass me..." A gentle look appeared on that stern face, "You still need to work harder."

That joyful and elegant posture looks extremely dazzling, and it is a divine existence that can be called a dragon among men.

Glinton was stunned. This guy who eavesdropped on other people's conversations could actually be so impressive. He had learned it. He had learned it. He immediately looked at this guy with a strong personality in front of him with envy, and he couldn't help but feel a little longing in his heart.

Ding!

The sound of knocking never stopped. Lu Yao still hit the sword with concentration, forgetting all the things outside him and focusing only on this one thing.

"Master Gran, why are you here?" Milo asked with a serious tone, his expression slightly condensed, his eyes showing a trace of solemnity.

Gran looked happy, and at the same time, he remembered the previous scene.

"That is........"