Vol 3 Chapter 957: Unexpectedly, you look handsome, but you are actually...

"Yo, long time no see, how are you doing?"
Cerekia cheered up, trying to make herself look refreshed and greet Zhan Shen. After all, in front of the younger generation, she didn't want to show her negative emotions.
"Long-time greetings, Ubitilla Court
Next, thank you for your concern, I am fine. "
It’s better than ever... God Slasher was holding the sword and saluting, while observing the lady who was his benefactor and guide
With a simple style of knight costume, passionate red hair, he put a one-handed sword aside chicly, and he looked at Zhan Shen with an elegant and heroic smile.
There is no lack of tolerance and comfort for the younger generation in the smile.
But it may be because Serekiya is not a person who is good at disguising herself, so in the intuition that God Slayer has improved a lot, now she looks a little bit stronger and smiles compared to the person in God Slayer's memory.
……Sure enough, it is impossible for Lord Ubitilla and Lord Estreich to just act in a rivalry.
When Zhan Shen's heart was not so peaceful, Serekiya smiled, and while inviting Zhan Shen to do it, he said with satisfaction:
"Yes, it's a different person than I just saw you, and I can see that the fighting spirit has been restored-have you encountered any good things these years?"
"Yes, thanks to His Excellency Ubitelia's suggestion, recently, I finally found a clue to realize my long-cherished wish."
"Haha, excuse me, I am not very comfortable with this kind of honorific name so far, and we are not strangers either."
Cerekia waved her hand generously and joked, seemingly relaxed:
"Just call my name, or sister, madam... and then? Did I mention something about you? I remember not teaching you swordsmanship?"
Cerekia felt that he might have forgotten some details after too long a time interval, and he and the topic of God Slash did not get in touch with each other.
But when it comes to "pointing up", she consciously thinks it should be swordsmanship, and she thinks this is her specialty.
"No, no... I found a clue to Lord Cavendish."
Zhan Shen hesitated and explained:
"I remember you said that you want to reverse time, turn the river of destiny back, and completely restart world history, which is impossible with your cognition alone.
But, didn’t you say the same at the end? [If you have to say it, it might be possible that there is a guy named Disfort]. "
"Wait, that's..."
It was a kind of self-defeating, totally irresponsible jokes and ridicules-in this way, Serekiya had no words to say.
"Then, holding this last glimmer of hope, I came to the courtyard of death..."
Cerekia chose silence wisely, so as not to destroy the last hope of a good young man.
"When I saw the portrait of Lord Cavendish in the teleportation hall, I almost fell into despair.
But in the end I chose to trust you, I believe you will not fool people like me by making a joke of a dead person innocently..."
"..."
Cerekia apologized inwardly.
"Afterwards, I decided to visit several other adults of the original generation one by one to seek the truth.
At that time, I believed that as long as I explained the situation and persisted to the end, there would be someone who would tell me the truth.
Now that I think about it, I am really shameless..."
No wonder I remember that there was a period of time when everyone in the group ridiculed themselves for picking up things like "man with deep resentment" and "obsessed child". It turned out that it was because of you-Serekiya sighed helplessly. .
"In the end, my shamelessness really got the result.
I learned the news [His Excellency Cavendish will return sooner or later] from His Excellency Altaïr, and I have taken this as the last straw, and I hold on to it today. "
Although Altaïr’s original words are--
[I sincerely expect him to fall into eternal silence, but unfortunately, his tenacity alone is undeniable, and his return is inevitable. 】
But Zhan Shen still omitted a lot of unnecessary details in this place.
"Ha... That's what I said, if you have any hope, you must hold it firmly in your hand."
Cerekia tried his best to keep his image as a "reliable predecessor" from collapsing because of this dark history, but for a while, he was extremely silent and ashamed.
Because she had just subconsciously compared her own experience with his tragedy before her, and then she calmed down her anxiety because of the tragedy of others.
...This feeling is terrible.
Cerekia scolded herself fiercely in her heart. Perhaps because of some kind of apology and compensation, Cerekia decided to help Zhan Shen as much as he could, and agreed to his request.
"Then God Slayer, did you come to me this time to let me help you convince Cavendish that guy? Then I can take you to him..."
"No, that's not the case." God Zhan shook his head earnestly, who had come out of his true intentions:
"I came to you to invite you as a leader to publish the mission of extinction from the outside world, and lead the people gathered in the courtyard of the death to destroy my hometown world."
"..."
Silence fell, and for a while, Cerekia even forgot the usual smile on his face~EbookFREE.me~ The depressing, respectful and fearful flames once again overflowed in the air:
"You can explain to me in detail, beheaded."
…·…·…
When the black-haired and black-eyed teenager opened his eyes from a five-hundred-year-long petrified sleep, the world had become something he didn't know.
First of all, mankind has been completely extinct and has become a pictorial knowledge that only appears in history books.
It is the demihuman races of various races such as demihumans, dragon people, orcs that existed before but were marginalized by the human empire.
But even though it has ruled the world in name, the world at this time has also changed drastically, ushering in the end.
The entire planet and the five continents where civilizations once existed were all eroded away by deformed monsters that only knew how to destroy. Every area on the land and the ocean was devoid of life other than them.
The only remaining civilized races have relied on the lost human magic technology to lift land blocks into the sky, establishing the last fortress of civilization-floating islands.
But just to save the last trace of fire, I have tried my best.
The black-haired and black-eyed teenager, as the last human being resurrected in this era, looked at this strange and familiar world in confusion and despair.
Recalling the companions who were laughing and playing together "yesterday", recalling the brothers and sisters who waved goodbye to him with smiles in front of the orphanage "a few days ago", recalling the familiar faces on the street...
In the past, all kinds of things were buried together with the monsters on the desolate land below. At this moment, the black-haired boy did not feel that he was the only human in this era, but was an undead from five hundred years ago.
He was already "dead" five hundred years ago...