My Heroic Life

"What if I fall into the evil path? Haha, yes, mystery always gives people the greatest temptation, so be it, if I fall to the other side, you will kill me."

"Kill you? Me? This is really a strange commission."

"The only person I can think of is you. After all, to do this requires strong strength, supervision, patience and time. This is not the right thing for Skaha, who has clairvoyance, is immortal, and possesses special skills. ?"

"Huh, it sounds nice, but it's a big deal... well, I will take over this responsibility."

This is a simple job, Skaha once thought at that time.

Although it is monitoring, Skaha does not actually need to be by the man’s side or pay attention to his every move. She is like a referee. She doesn’t care about how the players play in the field, but only needs to deal with it. The guy who breaks the rules is fine.

She is like a mourner, using the skill of clairvoyance to observe his choices at that moment. In the long years, the various things that died under her guns are countless, gods or ghosts, strength A strong warrior or a great hero is treated the same in her eyes.

To be able to rest in death is a kind of happiness in her eyes. For the immortal and immortal, being killed is a luxury. At least for now, no one can defeat and kill her.

So for a period of time at the beginning, Skaha even envied him a little, envious of the feeling that he could die, and let everything go dormant.

But as the killing increased, and with more observations, Skaha's feelings changed.

She discovered that this is not relief, but torture.

Countless times, farewells can not be remembered, but in any case he will appear again, again to challenge the almost impossible to reverse ending.

In the process, the cold executioner also began to gradually change. Skaha thought more than once whether he would be able to overcome the final difficulties if he helped him, but the result was a life and death.

Looking back now, it’s really a wrong decision, but human beings are like this, knowing that they are wrong, but can’t help moths fighting the fire, Skarha feels like he has fallen into the world from the moment he left the position of the monitor. The cold and numbness it used to be no longer changed.

But this is not a good thing, it is painful.

After discovering that she had begun to have feelings for the surveillance subject because of the aggressive attempt, Skaha was not without countermeasures. She began to return to her post, desperately controlling herself not to participate in anything, and trying to return to her previous detached status. , But it was too late.

"Thank you, Scarha."

"I am sorry for you."

Occasionally, about once or twice out of ten times, before he died, he would think back to something, look at the crying woman and say such apologies or thanks, but Skaha could only shake his hands stained with blood. He hugged him tightly, experiencing pain and despair time and time again.

"Absolutely, something is wrong."

How many times is that?When the body in his arms was cold again and his soul dissipated again, Skahar's eyes came to this conclusion empty.

Why is this the result of people who try their best to save others?There is never a shortage of villains in this world. Whether it is a dragon who occupies an island and turns it into a devil, or a tree demon who treats everyone as nourishment, there are so many damn people in this world, why are they Always safe and sound?

Everyone has different ways of dealing with pain and despair. One is to gradually become numb like a walking dead, and the other is to save a little bit, waiting for the moment of change. As the saying goes, don’t erupt in silence, just Perish in silence.

Skaha’s emotions are accumulating little by little. Every death of her beloved is like a stab in her unbreakable atrium. Gradually, her heart becomes riddled with holes. On the verge of collapse, she began to think more and more about a problem, that is...

Is this world really important?

Is it important to the point that she must kill him?

Whenever such a question arises, Skaha will sit at the top of the tower, and it is the same today.

The purple-haired woman looked towards the end of the boundless field of vision, the dim scenery in the red pupils stretched, and the rugged figure released amazing charm under the outline of the tights, and the chaotic light in the sky illuminated her side face.

"It's not important."

In this desolate and gloomy scene, in a sad and sighing mood, Skahar murmured his answer.

Enough is enough. Skaha doesn’t want to kill anymore. Even she has reached her limit. She doesn’t feel that she owes the world anything. After all, the operation of the world is the choice of hundreds of millions of people even if it is caused by human factors. Human power is only a corner of the world, and it is already a great achievement.

And there is this place—the kingdom of shadows.

This is a magical realm that is almost independent of the world, and the changes in the outside world have almost no effect on this place. Then don't worry about the complicated and useless things. Wouldn't it be good to bring that person here?

Especially this time, there are more women who have been involved with him than imagined. Even Skaha, it is not easy to take him away, but... it is not without a chance.

Thinking of the purple-haired woman's red pupils shrinking slightly, the faces of saints and kings appeared in her mind. Those who are not religious leaders or leaders of big countries want to grab people under their help. It's not easy, but what if they mess around or even get together?

What's more...Skaha is not without helpers.

She has indeed been suffering from loss, but she is not lonely, at least there are countless ghosts in the company of Irish soldiers.

"Have you come back from Britain? It seems that you have suffered a lot from your appearance. Just treat it as the result of your relaxation in the recent period."

The purple-haired woman turned her head back with a smile, and looked at the blue-haired figure on the stairs of the high tower. Cu Chulin stopped and looked over, sighing insignificantly.

"Long time no see, teacher."

Chapter 90 Leave it to me, teacher

Cú Chulainn was confused now, with a feeling that his brain was not enough.

Last night, he had only experienced a big adventure from Britain to Ireland, but today, Mr. Big Dog, who just got a bottle of suspicious medicine from Maeve and cured his body, heard one that made him unacceptable. News.

My teacher Skaha has actually returned!

To be honest, when he heard this news, Kuchulin felt wronged in his heart and his eyes were moist. The sum up is one sentence:

Even if you are in vain when you fight with me?

Teacher, can't you come back earlier?

Mr. Cuchulin recalled what happened in the past two days, and he felt like a horror movie, but he was a little trembling when standing. He vowed that he would never go to Britain in this life unless he had to.

Mr. Big Dog has been beaten up with stress disorder by three wicked women, especially when he was treated with bruises all over his body, he also encountered a more terrifying pink-haired woman. The picture of Nightingale holding a saw in his heart is eternal Nightmare.

After rushing back to Ireland, Cuchurin even trembles because of the similar hair color when he saw Maeve. Fortunately, Maeve was holding a whip. If he was holding a saw, he would have to be there. ran away.

All in all, Cuchurin is now physically and mentally injured, and he has had the meaning of recuperating for a while, but what he didn't expect was that he actually heard about Skaha's plan from his companion.

Smash the wedding?

Ok?

what's the situation?

Kuchurin was a little confused when he heard this, and then he asked the specific situation.

"Oh, that is to say, before the Roman Emperor Nero Claudius registers marriage with her man, we will break into the venue and bring out the man named Roland in front of the envoys of the nations?"

"Yes! Xiaoku is so smart!"

"..."

Damn, are you crazy or am I crazy?

As a fairly calm man, Cuchurin did not explode on the spot, but only did not explode. He looked at Maeve and others like a fool. He really didn’t understand why they didn’t dissuade Ska. what.