Author: Falling Dust Wind
The book continues with [DNF Miscellaneous: Technology and Magic, a little detail about the background of the Celestial Realm]. In fact, the backstory is related to a lot of interesting places. However, recently, there are five brothers who have messed up this commando into an alloy warrior, which is really uncomfortable. Korean Sinicization is indeed difficult, and there have been many great Sinicizations in the past.
Let me mention the three brothers of the Magic Gunner (Guan Yu Brother is pure and pure is a literal translation)
All three brothers are quoted
Dragon Gun – associated with Leviathan, with both the first and third senses context.
Erjue Korean directly translates to the genocide, that is, he hunted the demon beast to absorb the power of the dragon for his own use, and the national costume was translated as the soul of the slaughter.
Dark Gun - Erepos, that is, the nether god in Greek mythology, the national costume translates to the shadow night god.
DNF uses a lot of Greek mythology, such as the latest about bakar's legacy of the suspected sister of the fifth class of the female gun - Asclepius (the healing god in Greek mythology)
Yun Mei - Durandal (Durandall) Three Holy Swords of Salvation, translated into the Soul of the Holy Martial Gun.
At that time, I thought that Yun Mei was handsome and handsome, alas. The National Costume Saint Martial Gun Soul still felt that he had grasped the essence, which was reflected in his use of the word saint. Yun Mei is a rebel against the Empire, Guan YuGe is the guest of the Empire, the Dragon Gun is a hunter who hunts demons, and the Dark Gun is to use the power of Shelock.
Yun Mei's second sense background story is a rare type, which belongs to the very interesting, Sinicization is to replace the appearance of Dulandal with the Soul of the Holy Martial Gun, reflecting the justice and sacredness called salvation, I will paste it at the end.
I also clicked on the professional song, and I haven't changed the version of the male gun song for the fifth brother.
Of these, there are also guardians - JuFo oil, female ghost swords - now, this is my war, female priesthood - embrace me, magic gun - broken is the end, male gun - no more loss, a little bit of heat.
This week, Hanbok should be on, 110 version. Hoping that he will die and hoping that he will live is really contradictory literature.
Yun Mei's second consciousness background
The first encounter with him was in a small village on the border of the Xuzu Dynasty.
At that time, I heard a gossip that someone was asking for a few broken books at a high price. Old books, which are not valuable things, have even been bought at high prices. When I heard the news, I was short of money and decided to go to this man, and it took me about three or four days to find him. In my eyes, those old books are worthless, even if they are really valuable, I don't know the goods, and I can't find buyers who can pay higher prices. If it can help me make some money, that's all it's worth.
After making all the preparations, I stole a few books that looked good in a well-guarded document depository in a heavily guarded building. I really needed money. Out of caution I asked for his name, and he said only one word: Saint Martial Gun Soul.
Is this the name he gave himself? I think it's a little ridiculous, like a child living in the house. But it seems that he is also dressed as a man who has experienced the wind and rain, carrying a long thing tightly wrapped in cloth on his back (perhaps a gun weapon). There are more than one or two such distinctive features, but I am not surprised to see strange people and things often after the Age of Destruction. And the most important thing for me is the value of the book, and everything else can be ignored: "Well, these 5 red books give you so much money, but this blue book, I suggest you return to the original owner." ”
After he counted them, he took a few red books and pushed the most worn-out blue book back to my eyes. What a joke, I had a lot of effort at that time. The blue book and the other books were kept in separate compartments, and I risked being found and stole the key from the old guard while he was dozing off.
"Sir, it took me almost half a month to come here, but isn't what I'm taking worth the money?" Take a good look. Although it is a bit of an exaggeration, it is impossible to put the book back in its place, and when I hear him say this, I doubt how much money I can get." This thing is worth more than ten times the value of the ones just now. I don't know where you got it from, but I remind you to think hard about the consequences of taking it. ”
So the book is worth a lot? I was ecstatic, and after getting the money from him, I heard footsteps getting closer and closer on the planned escape route, and then... "It seems... Never again... There is no escape. Daddy..."
My daughter and I were chased by the Empire and the commandos hired by the Empire, and we could not escape with our wings. Almost a week has passed since hiding in the middle of the woods. The dry food and supplies prepared had long since run out, and I recalled the man's last warning, full of remorse, but it was too late. I heard the horseshoe of the Imperial army again.
According to my speculation, the Knights of the Empire should have had limited mobility in the woods, but the problem was the two masked men they hired. I had seen them when I was on guard, and whenever they came back from an outing, the number of things in the warehouse and the number of people being brought back would increase. They undertook various tasks as experts and masters in certain areas, and the administrators of the Empire called them only hounds.
Eventually, as the sun went down, our trail was spotted. I wanted to hear the horses' hooves and judge how to break through, so I climbed up the tree to check the surroundings, but my eyes were right on the two guys wearing masks. "What about ancient books?" Probably due to the mask, the sound seemed to come from all sides of the forest.
"I need money for my daughter. What can be done... I only have this life..." They turned their heads and said something to the back, then looked at each other for a moment, then pulled out their daggers. At this time, even if it is for my daughter, I should fight to the death as soon as possible, but my legs can't move. The masked man wielded a dagger that cut through the air in front of him.
I could clearly see my daughter's frightened expression and the daggers they wielded, but I couldn't move a single step. Unable to bear to see the tragedy that was about to happen, I closed my eyes. And at that moment, there seemed to be an illusion in front of my eyes, I seemed to see the man I had seen a week ago, and the spear in his hand seemed to send the flying dagger flying...
Hallucinations aside, I began to make my last confession, and if I hadn't done those things for the money, I might have been able to keep my daughter safe. Anticipating the impending pain, I wanted to say a few last words to my daughter, but after a few seconds I found that the dagger had not stabbed me. "So I warned you..." The person who spoke was not the daughter, the man was standing in front of me. I looked up and looked shiveringly at the tip of the gun pointed at me.
I looked again at my unscathed daughter, and the man standing in front of her seemed to be surrounded by fog and gradually dissipated. The masked duo seemed to stop and threw out dozens of hidden weapons at the same time. As a completely unskilled martial artist, if I forcibly defended against such an indiscriminate attack, I was afraid that I would be killed in an instant. Flying dark weapons filled my field of vision, and the man in front of me raised his spear again.
The man quickly rotated his spear, danced an irresistible wind, and bounced off the incoming dark weapon. At about the same time, he immediately rotated the spear in another way after creating the wind, and shot away the hidden weapon that was fired at his daughter. At the moment when the dark weapon flew, the masked man who pounced on his daughter had been stabbed by the spear. The last thing I saw was the enemy who pounced on me trying to turn around and run away, and the next second, he was already lying in a pool of blood, leaving more than a dozen blood marks on his body.
I felt that this series of processes, attacks and defenses in one fell swoop, all happened at the same time in an instant. "The Empire will not blatantly hunt down civilians, but you may encounter such assassins in the future." I nodded my head in disbelief and fled with my daughter to where he was pointing. It took me a long time to learn that the man was a gladiator from the Imperial Arena who had once belonged to an organization that studied the phenomenon of transfer. He is an enemy of some groups because of his actions for certain purposes. Maybe I was able to survive because I happened to run into a guy who was the enemy of the man.
But I looked at the contents of the information sold to him and found that there were countless people who were enemies of him. It was hard for me to imagine how many powerful enemies were waiting for him ahead. The money from selling books will one day be returned to him with profits. If I hadn't done so, I wouldn't have the face to see the unidentified man who called himself the "Soul of the Holy Martial Gun."