Chapter 62: Knights of the Wardens, a city without man

　　 The little knight enters the dreamland of a seeker to challenge the gods and gains a lot.
　　 Lu Zhengkang felt the power of the void increase, and suddenly realized that the little knight's personality had risen.
　　As the holder of the Void Heart, the little knight is the substitute of Void in the world.
　　 The next step was to completely break the seal. The little knight came to the City of Tears, but was not in a hurry to find the Watcher Lu Ruien.
　　 He first went to the suburbs and found the nailmaker, in his unicorn-shaped house.
　　 In the narrow house, a gourd-shaped furnace occupies a lot of space, and the fiery flames shine through it.
　　 The little knight carried a huge bag full of Geo, and barely squeezed into the cabin.
　　 The nailmaker was squinting his eyes and beating on an anvil. With no distraction, the little knight walked up to him. Then he stopped working and turned his head to look at his customer.
"Huh? Oh, you are back." The nailsmith and the little knight are also old acquaintances, "I think you have a few pale ore, three? Okay, give me another four thousand gios, I'll give you the bone nails upgrade."
　　 The little knight took out three pieces of silver-white ore like moon shards from under his cloak, handed them to the nailmaker, and then opened the Jiou bag. The precious top Jiou smashed, and half of the room was piled up.
Most of these great gios are collected by the little knight from the giodile in the holy nest, or they exchange the collected antiques for gios from the antique dealers in the city of tears, and some of them are rewards for getting through the Colosseum of Fools. , In short, it is hard money.
　　Because of the inconvenience to carry, he often stored these Jiou in the hands of a banker near the Queen’s Post.
Not long ago, the banker ran away with the money. The little knight chased all the way to the happy house in the city of tears. He beat the unscrupulous capitalist and took back all Jiou. He also grabbed one from the banker. Windfall.
　　 Now for the little knight, four thousand gios, just sprinkle water.
　　The nailmaker put three pale ore into a crucible and melted it in the furnace.
　　 When the ore was completely dissolved into a silvery and clear stream, the nailmaker began to throw Jiou one by one into the gourd mouth of the furnace. This process was very long.
　　The melted Jiou turns into a trickle of metal, a little bit into the lava of pale ore, like white night stars.
　　 A full four thousand gios, all of them melted, but the crucible was not overflowing, and even the molten slurry seemed to be less. The original bright white was more deep and restrained, emitting a noble silver gray.
　　The nailmaker took the tongs to pinch the crucible out, then took the little knight’s bone nails, poured a layer of molten slurry evenly, and when it condensed slightly, he put it on the anvil and beat it until the molten slurry completely penetrated the bone nails.
　　 Repeatedly, a crucible was used up.
　　 The original sharp bone nails have become beautiful in patterns, like works of art, not tools of killing.
　　The nailmaker stared at the bone nails in his hands, staring at this elegant creation, completely lost in thought.
After a long time, he sighed, turned his head and handed the bone nail to the little knight, and said softly: "Okay, the transformation is complete. Your bone nail is now at its peak. I have only seen this in your bone nail. This kind of potential. I finally saw the majesty of pure bone nails. I didn’t expect this moment to come so fast...I...I have to go and breathe..."
　　 The nailmaker hurriedly went out, and the burning furnace suddenly went out, seeming to imply something.
　　 The little knight followed out, but found that the nailmaker was standing on the edge of the cliff next to the house, looking at the direction of the city of tears.
　　 In the dim light of the misty fungal spores, the nailmaker's body is tall and heavy, like a statue column.
　　 The little knight walked behind the nailmaker.
"Since I have created pure bone nails, my life's work has come to an end. Now I only hope to experience the sharpness of bone nails firsthand! Please end me, at the last moment of my life, I want to taste this bone. Nail the elegant blade. After this long hard work... Isn't this what I deserve?"
The little knight gently strokes the surface pattern of the pure bone nail in his hand, like flowing clouds, like water waves, bright and clean, such a bone nail, it must be very simple to kill, lightly wave it, it can take away life like dust. The blood gathered from the blade to the tip of the sword, and then it ticked to the ground, and the sound would definitely be as beautiful as music.
　　 But a warrior must have a determination when he swings a sword. It is not a sword of morality in his heart, and it cannot be split. That is tarnishing his glory and overdrawing his weapons.
　　 The little knight put away the bone nails, turned and left.
　　 Nailsmith watched the little knight walk into the City of Tears, his legs softened and fell to the ground.
　　 He suddenly felt that the world is so beautiful, maybe he should change his way of life and realize this incredible nature with his heart.
　　……
　　The most majestic tower in the city of tears, where the watchman looks down on the world.
　　 But now he has fallen asleep.
　　 It is the Knights of the Watchers who guard the place where he sleeps.
　　 The little knight passed through many obstacles and came to the Knights' position.
This is a large ballroom with many luxurious chandeliers on the top, and a large orange-red infected light fly is suspended in the chandeliers, emitting a very unnatural light, illuminating the room and also illuminating the huge number of watchman knights on the ground .
　　 These knights are empty shells, billowing like a blue iron ball~EbookFREE.me~ carrying huge bone nails, their bodies tipped and crooked, and they have been dead for a long time.
　　 The little knight walked slowly through the ballroom. He raised his head and stared at the light fly on the ceiling. These unwise creatures were also infected by the plague, spreading a tyrannical atmosphere.
　　 There must be a problem here.
　　 Sure enough, when I walked to the center of the hall, the fence doors on both sides fell and shut.
　　 The light flies flew down from above in a turbulent manner, and swarmed into the body of the watchman knight.
　　 One knight after another was resurrected, they raised their hair and whined, grabbed the bone nail, and killed the little knight.
　　 The little knight is not in a hurry, purely with the bone nails, peeling off the carapace of these knights like a cow, defeating a knight in a few nails.
　　 There were at least forty watchman knights in the ballroom. They formed a ball, rolled, smashed, and bounced up and down. The booming momentum was amazing, the bone nails facing outward, like a rapidly rotating circular saw, blocking the death.
　　 In this situation, the little knight had no choice but to dodge from the left to the right, occasionally using darkness to descend to make himself immune to attacks in his soul state.
　　 Fighting so hard for a long while, finally, the last knight shattered.
　　 All the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the earth, and the sky light and flies also pass away.
　　 The little knight bowed his head in silence, wishing all souls struggling in madness could rest in peace.
There is a telescope at the top of Lurain’s tower. The former Lurain also stood on a small stool and looked at the city under the rain curtain with the telescope. The raining birds flicked gracefully through the lens, and those towering towers , Like a dull giant, was washed by the current until it was completely buried in the long river of time.
　　 The city has no residents and no soul. Compared with the wild and wild nature, it is especially pitiful.
　　Radiation must die.
　　 Civilization must be rebuilt.