Dress up as the devil and bring some shock to the other world.

Chapter 288 A Small Boat

"Senior, I have a feeling that we are about to reach the deepest point!"

Tessia, the original swordsman, was staring at the steel walls around her in a daze.

The young man turned around and looked, "Senior, what are you looking at?"

He came closer out of curiosity, but when he saw the words on the wall, he exclaimed, "Fuck, they carved it with a sword!"

Tessia turned her head.

In the past, her character was that of a respectable cold-blooded swordsman.

But now, as a ghost, she has been completely forced into a different state by this young man, "Shouldn't you be exclaiming about the words above?"

The young man pinched his chin as if he suddenly realized something, then raised his head as a matter of course, "Let me see... um... I can't read!"

Tessia: "..."

The guy who was dressed like a bard beside him made up for the young man, "After all, this is ancient Elvish, it's normal that you don't understand it."

"Martario, that's not the problem." Tessia couldn't help but complain, "He can't read at all! What era is this? There's still education? Could it be that his teacher died when he just started learning?"

The young man looked back in disbelief, covering his mouth with his hands, looking extremely shocked, "Senior, how did you know that?"

"Eh?" Tessia was slightly stunned. She knew what...it couldn't be...

"The town where I live is called Hexi Town..." The young man sighed and said with some regret, "That day, the iron hoof of the devil trampled everything, leaving only me...my teacher, who is also my father."

"No, or rather, everyone."

The young man said, “I survived because of their resistance.”

The young man who should have died in the disaster miraculously survived.

As the only survivor.

Fate chose him, but before choosing him, it played a joke on him...

"I..." Tesia suddenly felt uncomfortable, and even her conscience was tested, "I'm sorry... I don't know."

Damn me.

"It's nothing, it's all over." The young man smiled heartily, and it seemed as if everything was over.

"If that's the case...it makes sense for you to become a hero."

Tesia expressed deep doubts about his ever being a hero.

Looking back now, I don't think there is anything wrong with it. For revenge... this is a timeless plot in the story.

"Senior, you must know a lot of things, but can you answer a question for me?" the young man suddenly said.

"Ask." Tessia nodded.

"The devil's iron hoof trampled my homeland, but we also destroyed their homeland."

"What is the meaning of all this?"

Tessia stared at the young man.

"I thought I was doing this for revenge, but..." the young man said regretfully, "In the end, I became like them."

"I am a brave man, they call me a hero, but my hands are covered in blood... I..."

“Do what you think is right,” Tessia said.

"I think the right things..." The young man clenched his fists, "For example, I think studying is a waste of time, so I use the time I spend studying to exercise?!"

Tessia: "Fuck!"

It's over.

Tessia was completely speechless. This guy was hopeless, absolutely hopeless.

This is simply a muscle idiot!

I really admire his partner for not chopping this guy to death.

Mathario listened to their conversation and a smile appeared on his face.

Look.

'The sun will set.

But it will rise.'

There is no shortage of fools in this world who firmly believe this.

"Let me, your companion, help translate." Mathario faced the steel wall.

Tesia then expressed a doubt, "Matario, who are you?"

This bard appeared suddenly.

Just like the wind.

He himself said that it was the wind that blew the coming story to his ears, which brought him here.

The elves are a long-lived race, and Tessia has dealt with the elves before.

Tessia's evaluation of this race is: they are all stupid.

Elves are a group of guys whose behavior is ridiculously abstract.

The bard in front of me is also an elf.

Although it is unclear how long he has lived, he fits the bard's usual style: he doesn't speak human language.

God damn it, the wind brought the news.

It's just a chance encounter.

And it’s so grand.

Elves plus bards bring a double abstraction.

But then again.

The composition of her group is also abstract enough.

On the surface, he is an elven bard, a hot-blooded fool warrior, and a ghost from a thousand years ago.

Actually.

A bard who has reached the Supreme.

A warrior who had been a hero. Tesia knew the profession of hero and was probably the most powerful warrior at that time.

Besides.

It's herself.

The ghost of one of the original swordsmen.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mathario looked at the words on the wall and said softly, "Welcome home."

"Go home?" The young man asked subconsciously, "I've heard before that some people live underground! Could it be that you, senior, are from underground?!"

"Where's my fucking sword!" Tessia roared hysterically.

"Senior, you are a ghost now, you can't hold the sword even if you have it."

Mathario couldn't help but praise, "Harvey is such a good talker! If he were in our bard circle, he would definitely be invincible."

Endure the myocardial infarction for a while, take a step back and soar on the spot...

Tesya was so angry that her soul faded.

He almost died on the spot, contributing a lot to the goddess of death.

Mattario looked at Tesia, who had calmed down, and said, "I heard that the people here are your former companions?"

"If I remember correctly, this dungeon is classified as extremely dangerous and is forbidden to approach."

"As you said, if your partner is not a monster guarding this place like a guardian."

"So... who's your partner?"

He touched the metal wall and clasped his hands lightly, and a crisp sound rang out in the narrow passage.

"I have seen this kind of metal before."

"I saw it in the grave of a friend of mine, when he was dying."

"I think, judging by the words on the wall, if this is your home."

"So."

"You must know something about my friend's grave."

"The Pioneer, that's what he called it."

"And you, Ms. Tesia?"

"Matario, sometimes, I doubt that you are one of us." Tessia couldn't help but speak, "You know too much."

Mattario said as a matter of course, "I just like stories, and I've lived a little long, so I know some things."

"How long?" Tessia asked.

"Probably from the more distant golden age to the present."

Mattario said, "As far as I know, about 1,500 years ago, civilization was highly developed. That era was called the Golden Age. Today, many underground cities can give us a glimpse of the golden age."

"But the golden age suddenly ended at some point, and was replaced by endless wars."

"Humans, elves, dragons, orcs, dwarves, and the now completely extinct giants... these races have erupted in an unprecedented war."

"The weakest race among them, humans, were on the verge of extinction."

"A historian at the tavern analyzed that if humans had become extinct at that time, the remaining races would also have gone extinct in the war."

"Then... the turning point should be the first few 'heroes' who appeared at that time. They led humans to explore the mysteries of magic and created the career system that humans still use today."

"But right now, I'm more curious about one thing."

"You are the first swordsman, but who are you and the others?"

“What?!” Harvey, the former brave warrior, exclaimed, “Senior, you are the original swordsman?! Holy shit, awesome, awesome!”

So you don't know who I am during all the time we were digging around in the dungeon together, right?

Ignore Harvey's existence.

Tessia asked Mathario in return, "Who am I? You should have the answer already."

"As for why the Golden Age suddenly ended, why gods appeared, and why the world fell into endless war..."

"I think the scene you are about to see will give you the answer."

When they reached the end of the passage, Harvey used all his life's knowledge to exclaim, "Wow."

His eyes widened, because he saw that in an instant, countless points of light lit up, illuminating the huge structure made of countless silver-white metals like a galaxy.

It was the iron earth and sky that created the metal city that only appeared in fairy tales.

Shocking, extremely shocking.

But what followed was a series of sharp noises.

"Warning, warning, warning!"

"The damage to the Skyline exceeds 90%! It cannot be repaired by itself."

Mathario murmured, "You are indeed an outsider."

at this time.

A figure appeared on the road leading to the metal city in front of him.

"Welcome home."

"Tesia."

The ghostly figure startled Harvey. "Oh my god! What is this? Another ghost?"

"No, it was just a pre-recorded image."

"Ah? What do you mean? Fake?" Harvey was puzzled, "But he was talking to you, Senior."

Tessia smiled, "He just recorded a copy for each person."

"Who is he?" Mattario asked, looking at the projection.

"Edward, or you could call him the gravekeeper."

Tessia walked forward, "Welcome to our grave, Skyline!"

When Tessia finished speaking, Mattario looked at the steel city in front of him.

City?

According to the name that Tessia said, then... everything in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu of some kind of creation.

Those long hollow metal tubes in a nearly elliptical shape are surprisingly similar to the charging guns forged by the craftsmen in Shuangshu City.

guns...

Yes.

The passage of time has not caused these guns to suffer erosion. Even though they are covered with dense cracks, they still emit dazzling silver-white light.

It seemed that in the next second there would be a mighty and fierce light that would make even the gods and evildoers tremble.

"Is this a ship?" asked Mathario.