The world changes, the artillery disappears, the soldiers disappear, all the noise of the battlefield disappears, the gray battlefield where the shells roar and explode the soil is instantly transformed into a dark space filled with broken weapons.

"Fangran, you're here."

The female figure melting in the light of day, swaying in a chipped and damaged war skirt, turned in front of the 'ball' formed by thousands of meters of huge light locks, and a gentle and beautiful voice sounded for a long time.

"Humanoid....number...."

A narrow room the size of a plain suddenly opened up, and the hem of his clothes was swayed by the majestic noise. His black eyes were fixed on the 'tiny' figure in the core of the thousand-meter light lock, his pupils were shaking with heavy vigilance, and his voice was hoarse and low.

Fangran has never forgotten that that night in the Forbidden Room, that figure who always wavered in attitude and wore an elegant and polite smile was different from anyone present. His bright red eyes were filled with a complete and utter hatred of the whole thing.

Human beings' objects of malice and danger.

"The collision of two national groups, more than 30 countries participating in the war, and hundreds of millions of people being involved in the war, brought about this scene,"

As if it were a war skirt woven with light, with long platinum hair floating together, Verlinyin stood in front of the huge light lock, holding her bleeding arm on one side, looking at Fang Ran with lowered eyes.

Sigh.

"The eighth number in the A-class number. The power of 'war' has become extremely powerful in this era and can already begin to interfere with reality."

She looked back at the broken figure sealed in the center of countless light locks.

"His true form is now the most brutal and bloody Somme battlefield. It can only be regarded as a fringe battlefield. It is just a weak clone of him. He can appear on any battlefield. As long as he exists, he will immediately detonate the people who are still in an anxious confrontation.

The war situation has even gradually expanded in scale..."

"If this continues..."

Valline looked at the countless broken tanks and various artillery and spears piled up in the surrounding narrow space, walking like mass graves on the plain of the narrow space. Her gleaming eyes raised her arms and she was in a trance.

He is murmuring to himself:

"Sooner or later, he will appear in the real world."

The unparalleled heaviness slowly decreased, and Fangran felt a little breathless under the pressure.

"Is there anything I...can do to help you..."

Holding the hilt of the Silver Broken Dragon Tooth, I could feel that the core was still being activated by the 'infinite' power. Looking at the figure of the Queen in front of the incredible majestic and magnificent light lock, I hesitated to speak but still spoke slowly.

Open your mouth slowly.

Then he saw the queen smiling at him for the second time.

It was indeed a gentle smile as beautiful as light, with a warmth like that of an elder...

"If you stay in this state, you will indeed be a force worth relying on, but it will also affect us with his ability. And if you are not the person of this era, there is no point in taking action."

"In your eyes, these are just historical illusions that happened. Even I may be just a lie in your eyes. The most important thing is..."

The black eyes widened slightly, and Fangran looked at the queen's figure smiling at herself, like the gentle guidance of a leader.

"This is an era we need to protect,"

"Fangran, the one who needs you is still in the future."

It's like a bright wind blowing through, this moment in the narrow room,

The young man looked at the light surrounded by the dark figure, feeling a certain kind of longing and admiration.

"But I'm really happy, Fangran. I've seen many participants. After gaining strength, many people slowly gave up on their original selves because they had other more desirable goals, or they were disgusted with being weak and childish, and they became

More calm, mature and capable..."

“We have gone too far down the road of participation and forgotten why we set out.”

In this era, Vaer Linyin, who is still very young, said softly to Fang Ran, and then her eyes shimmered with a gentle smile.

"But you are different from them. Even if you bury your dreams, you have not given up on your original intention. You simply don't want to see someone die in front of you, so although it is a bit abrupt,"

Standing in the slightly dim and noisy wind in the narrow room, Fangran saw the huge light lock sealing the A-8 war clone acting as the background of the Queen of the Nightless Palace, her long platinum hair turning into glory, and asked softly but formally

:

"Fangran, are you willing to be my knight?"

His thoughts were frozen, his black eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief. He was standing in the narrow room wearing a dark cloak like the long night of Ogu, looking at the figure in the center of the plain in the distance, standing in front of the light lock that blocked the 'War' clone and asking himself questions.

.

Fangran, are you willing to be my knight?

The gorgeous, light-like female voice kept echoing in his mind. Fangran was a little overwhelmed and opened his mouth. He thought he should say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Becoming a knight...wait, that means...

Let me be Zero Rider....?

I thought about how I would look in a pure white Zero Rider uniform, and I didn’t know where the absurdity came from.

"Why...say that suddenly..."

Her tone was slightly hesitant, and Fangran asked, somewhat puzzled by the meaning of her words.

"I was just thinking that since you have decided to enter the world of night fighting, you should at least have a teacher-like character to teach you something. Besides..."

What he got was a simple smile from Verline without any deep meaning:

"Maybe it's because I can't bear to worry about a child like you that makes adults feel sorry for you."

There was nothing to doubt. Even without the help of [Scale Scale], Fangran knew that the person in front of him was not lying to him. It would be better to say that such a person had no need to lie at all.

"Can this kind of thing be seen..."

Hearing that Verlinyin had seen through her determined words, Fangran subconsciously touched his face and was stunned for a moment.

"After all, I have seen such a determined look too many times."

Her bright and pure white figure stood in the center of the narrow space in the plain. The huge light locks could only serve as her background, and her skirt swayed above the war-torn land.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Well Fangran, can you tell me your answer?"

He opened his mouth, remained silent for a while, and finally exhaled slowly, rubbed his face, then spoke softly with a wry smile, tugged the wide scarf that Night Patrol had wrapped around his shoulders, and hid it on his cheeks.

"I...that...there was an elder who took special care of me in my time. Although she may not be a participant now, she was the one who helped me secretly during the period when I first awakened.

Handle various problems and help me hide my identity,"

"If it weren't for her, I would have encountered a lot of trouble during the time when I was at my weakest."

Fangran smiled lowly, remembering the figure in the dark blue dress in the garden with sparkling water. At first, he still misunderstood the coincidence that she was manipulating him behind the scenes.

"She always hoped that I could make good use of this power and take on some responsibility..."

Although I only found out what it was today...

The tip of the liberated Silver Dragon Tooth Sword hung down on the ground. The dark and tall figure raised his head and looked up at the 'War' clone sealed by the light lock. Thinking of Shui Linlang, Fangran was a little distracted. He didn't know if it was the previous burden.

The voice with dark eyes became softer.

"But I failed to respond to her expectations."

Having said this, Fangran lowered his gaze and looked in front of him at the figure wearing a white battle dress.

"That elder, like you, is a very powerful and great person in my opinion. He is worried about such a huge issue as the safety of the world and carries out the glory of justice against these powerful enemies."

"But how can I put it, people who are in danger in front of me, I will help if I can, and I want to save those who can. I don't want to see anyone die in front of me,"

He shook his head and looked at Vaer Linyin, who had been watching him with dim eyes, as if he were his usual self. He thought of the girl who was still waiting for him in the carriage and gave him encouragement so that he could face his true heart.

He scratched his cheek with his fingertips and smiled helplessly.

"But the responsibility I can bear is at best."

After all, I am not a hero who can save the world.

"Although I decided to enter the world of night fighting in a fit of passion on the way out, I don't want to lie to you, nor do I want to make any big claims. It's actually just my selfishness to protect the people around me, but to face it

Protecting the entire human race with such a powerful enemy, taking on such a huge responsibility to protect the world..."

"I am no longer a child,"

Fangran pulled up the dark scarf and covered his face. He sighed helplessly and said with some sadness in his dark eyes for some reason:

"There is no such huge...justice...as that elder and you..."

From the moment Fang Ran opened his mouth, Faner Linyin had been listening quietly without interrupting. Her eyes filled with countless glimmers of light had been staring at the young man in front of her, looking at him with a bit of embarrassment.

He scratched his scattered black hair and said with a smile:

"Sorry to disappoint you..."

Waiting until he finished speaking, Vallin lowered her eyes and repeated softly:

"Is it justice..."

"Fangran, do you know?"

Then she turned around and looked at the 'war' clone she had sealed, and suddenly said:

"Although I have been called a 'savior', I am actually not as selfless, dedicated, and righteous as others or as you imagine,"

The figure whose hair was still shimmering with light raised his arm, and the bloody wound on his broken sleeve could not be stopped.
To be continued...