Nobody told me it's not a game

Chapter 220

The dark green armored personnel carrier that does not belong to this era is soaring wildly.

Amidst the bumps, Mayumi was already aware of the excellent performance of this car, and she was fascinated by the roar of the powerful engine.

"Humph……"

With a somewhat contented hum, a voice sounded in the carriage: "General's daughter, you seem to realize the superior performance of this car. I am satisfied with it."

Mayumi didn't intend to give it a good face: "How does your car compare with the mechanical life in Sky City?"

That's still not as good.

Aside from other things, the 'Giant Hammer Destroyer' patrolling the Grand Square of the Secret Ritual is awesome...

But war demons are loath to admit the disparity.

Its "change technique" is limited, it must understand the structure of this thing before it can change.

It has not seen the detailed design of the Hammer Destroyer, nor has it disassembled and assembled it by itself, so it cannot be changed for the time being.

During the gallop, the strength of character is always silent.

To be precise, after reading the "memory" sent by the war demon, she fell into thinking.

She finally couldn't hold back, and couldn't help but speak: "Magum... and Mr. War Devil, there is something, I don't know if I should mention it."

Mayumi looked at her: "What's wrong?"

The war demon laughed: "Corporal, you can say it boldly. I don't know if the general's daughter is willing to listen; but for me, it is very important to listen to the reports of the frontline combatants in the war. Commanders control the real battlefield to secure victory."

"Then I said..."

After thinking about it for a moment, he decided to start from the beginning.

"As you know, my 'Rebirth Style' is an inherited skill. I got it from my mother, and I got all the corpse puppets collected by all the elders. Among them, there is a corpse puppets and the 'spit puppets' Win Mullen' is very similar to..."

Twain Mullen?

Is it the grandson of the change demon?

Both War Demon and Mayumi were silent, and the character had already started her performance.

She cast a spell directly in the carriage, and summoned a corpse puppet from her Soul Realm——

The corpse puppet of the twelve realms!

Necromancer is a special profession, and the combat ability of corpse puppets basically determines the strength of Necromancer.

The strength of character is only at the seventh level, and logically speaking, her mana is not enough to summon a twelve-level corpse puppet.

It's just that after Zuo Chang's development, her mana ceiling has been significantly improved.

Now, she can summon corpse puppets in the twelve realms, but she can't make them fight——

Corpse puppets themselves have no magic power, they need strength of character to "infuse energy" for them.

If there is a gap in cultivation, there is a gap in the quality of mana.

Injecting thin mana into the corpse puppet of the twelve realms is like adding unrefined crude oil to the fuel tank of a car, and it will shut down when it is ignited.

"Ok?"

The corpse puppet of the twelfth realm had just appeared, and immediately made a suspicious sound.

He raised his face and stared at Feng Gu with dull eyes: "It's unbelievable... Feng Hun seems to have a remarkable descendant. You, who are only seven realms, actually summoned me?"

wind soul.

The strength of character does not know how many generations of ancestors.

The corpse puppet continued to raise his palm, sensing the thin mana that maintained his existence: "But with this level of mana, I can't let me assist in the battle. What's your name?"

Feng Gu bowed his head to her corpse puppet: "I am Feng Gu, hello senior..."

"I'm just a necromancer puppet, your summoner. You don't have to be so polite to me." The corpse puppet looked at the cramped carriage, "Call me out, what are you doing?"

Mayumi looked at the corpse puppet in front of him.

Not too much.

The corpse puppets in front of me are about 30 or less than [-] years old.

He exuded a cold and desolate aura all over his body, and he didn't know whether it was like this before he was alive or after death.

A scar on his face was obviously caused by a sharp weapon. It spread from under the left eye to his chin, and even parted his lips. It was extremely ferocious.

The grandson of the old Mullen I saw in the "memory" earlier was only 25 years old at best.

Moreover, the grandson of Old Mullen is full of vigor, exuding youthful vitality all over his body, and his face is even more flawless.

but……

Really similar, probably the same person.

Mayumi asked, "Your Excellency, are you—Twain Mullen?"

The corpse puppet looked at it in a blink of an eye: "Do you know my name?"

Wait, are you saying...

The corpse golem walked to the car window and looked at the scenery outside.

After seeing the mountains wrapped in blood-red mist in the distance, he opened his eyes wide and said in a voice, "Blood Mist Ridge?! This is... Could this be..."

The old Golden Empire era? !

"senior……"

A cry of pain sounded from behind.

Feng Gu frowned, and said, "Senior... Please restrain your emotions... My mana is not enough to support your anger. I can hardly breathe now."

The dry breath spread.

The war demon remained silent and offered to provide mana to Fenggu, relieving her pain.

Twain Mullen couldn't calm down.

After half a minute, his quivering pupils calmed down.

He let out a long breath, looked at Mayumi and said: "I am Twain Mullen, the last 'human hero' of the old golden empire. Ma'am, please tell me the current situation, I don't understand what we are going through, why am I watching Arrived at Blood Mist Ridge? Could it be... after many years, the 'Blood Mist Mutation' has come again?"

……

……

"So that's how it is... God made my era into a competition..."

In the carriage, Twain Mullen nodded and muttered to himself.

He smiled slightly and said: "Although I have long since died, I have also learned about the successor of the old Golden Empire through the mouth of the masters of the past. It was destroyed, right?"

Mayumi nodded, "Yes. Everything passes away, and there's nothing to regret about it."

"Hehe... That's true. But I always wonder if there really was a 'last hero' at that time, whether the ending would be different."

Mullen's eyes were calm, as if he was expecting something or regretting something.

It seems to be just an ordinary narrative.

He continued: "At least, the resistance of my companions and I will not be so desperate. We were fighting the devil and our own despair-it will pass and it will be better. We comfort each other like this, another I died one after another, I was lucky, I met Miss Fenghun before I died, and it has continued to this day in the form of a necromancer puppet."

"??"

Mayumi and Feng Gu looked at each other, and she asked, "Is there no last hero?"

Twain Mullen nodded: "No. I don't know why, when future generations talk about the final chapter of the old Golden Empire, they will invent a brave man... There must be a brave man in the story where demons may appear, otherwise It’s not exciting enough! Even though the so-called last hero didn’t bring victory in the story.”

This--

The dictation of the parties should be more reliable than the so-called "historical materials".

Or, did the Last of Us appear after Twain Mullen's death?
Mayumi asked again: "What about the 'Sword of the Brave'? Whose hand is it in?"

Now, Mullen frowned puzzled.

He asked, "The Sword of the Brave? What is the Sword of the Brave?"

(End of this chapter)