In a place that was completely shrouded in darkness, an earth-shattering battle was taking place. Angels with flaming wings, knights in heavy armor, and crusaders with golden longswords were fighting against a group of bone dragons covered in black smoke, ferocious and terrifying Death Knights, and countless skeleton soldiers that formed an evil army.
The battlefield between the two sides was not a plain that was filled with the flames of war and smoke or a burial ground that was full of bones. Instead, it was a pitch-black darkness with no end in sight. This was undoubtedly a very strange imagination.
However, what was even stranger was that outside this battlefield, in the void that was shrouded in endless darkness, a few faint voices could be heard whispering.
"Control it! Hurry up and control it! Oh my god! Don't use the bone dragons to fight the angels! This thing can only be used to scare people. How can it fight the angels? "
"Why don't you control your Death Knights first before talking about others! The Death Knights and the moving pillboxes are fighting!!! So stupid … Where's our skeleton army? "
"Where are my troops? Who's attacking my troops? Where's the enemy? "
After hearing the standard three consecutive questions, the other two voices instantly fell silent. There was no longer any suspense about the outcome of this unprecedented battle. The scattered evil army was quickly scattered by the group of golden guys on the opposite side. The few voices simply continued to surrender in silence …
After the battle ended, the original existence of the angels, knights, and skeleton soldiers on the battlefield disappeared into the darkness of the background. The place once again returned to the state of absolute silence that was shrouded in endless darkness as if nothing had happened.
However, the few voices continued to communicate and there were even more voices joining in.
"My teammates are a bunch of pigs! Even a stray dog is stronger than them! Not only did they not help the battle at all, but they also stole the command of the core troops … "The voice that failed earlier said with some dissatisfaction.
"Pfft! It's obviously because the undead creatures are too weak. If it was my devil army, it would definitely be different … "The other voice retorted without showing any weakness and forcefully defended his wrong command." I thought the Death Knights could easily take out those pillboxes. "
"Both of you, please stop arguing. By the way, can you tell me where my skeleton soldiers went back then?"
After hearing this voice, a few chuckles could not help but come from the darkness. The two sides that were arguing instantly lost their temper and said helplessly to the side that won, "Our skills are not as good as ours. We admit defeat."
At this time, the winning side actually carried out a round of ungentlemanly mockery?
"Haha! Justice will eventually prevail over evil! "
"In the face of our strength, be it the undead or the devils, even God, will be killed!"
These words undoubtedly made people even angrier. The two sides that had already calmed down immediately started a new round of verbal war. The third person on the victorious side who had drifted away from this new battlefield asked helplessly, "Should I not have organized this round of the game?"
So, that tragic and heroic battle was just a game?
A voice that did not participate in the game replied, "To be able to use your consciousness to simulate a realistic battle, making us spectators feel like we were there. That's amazing. You really are good at surprising us, Sir Hope."
Facing the sudden gratitude from the other party, the person who was called Hope replied in a low-key manner, "You're flattering me. This is just a pastime."
Indeed, that battle that was like a battle of life and death between good and evil was just a pastime. It could only add a little bit of entertainment to this endless prison.
This was the realm of the void outside of reality. It should be an eternally dark, cold, and silent land where no living creatures could survive. It was a realm that was scarier than death itself.
However, in such a place that could not accommodate any living creatures, a group of indeterminate creatures stubbornly survived. They had lost their physical bodies and only their consciousness remained in this void.
They called themselves the Voidwalkers, and they were forever imprisoned in this prison called the Void.
Before they were imprisoned in this place, they were all peerless powerhouses of various races and domains. They were mages who stood at the pinnacle of magic, warriors who touched the limits of martial arts, alchemists who created all things, missionaries who were loyal and pure, demons who ruled over hell, liches who controlled souls, and so on. They had left their names in the history of various planes.
Many people thought that they had died long ago, and only those historical records proved that they once existed. However, they did not know that this group of old monsters, who were so strong that they could only be described as abnormal, were actually imprisoned in the endless void outside of the realm. They had spent countless years there, and it seemed that they would be imprisoned here forever. The seemingly thin barrier between reality and the void was a wall that they could never break. Even though they had once possessed such great power, they could not do anything about it.
However, they never gave up on the hope of escaping. Among the 33 Voidwalkers, there was a very special existence — the Fifth Walker, codenamed Hope.
Hope's original name was Baiyi, and he did not come from the realm outside of the void where humans lived. Instead, he came from a strange place called Earth. When he was alive, he used to be an editor for a small news website. Every day, his job was to copy news from other websites, both domestic and foreign, and then change it into something like "Breaking News! Men Will Cry, Women Will Be Silent "on his own website. It was a noisy and tedious job.
After that, Baiyi died in an accident, but his consciousness did not disappear immediately. Instead, due to a freak combination of factors, he entered this mysterious Void and met a few other Voidwalkers. In the end, he managed to survive until this very moment.
The Voidwalkers insisted that he, who came from a different world, was the key to escaping this boundless prison. "You are the only one who is different. If we want to leave this place, you are our only chance. I firmly believe in this. That is why I called you by the codename Hope," the First Walker, the Archmage, once said to him.
They had always believed in this. They believed that one day, they would be able to see the light of day again, even if they had been imprisoned for countless years. Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Or even tens of thousands of years? No one could remember …
In order to survive in this eternal prison for thousands of years without going insane, the Voidwalkers had to rely on chatting and discussing to pass the time. In fact, the Voidwalkers' main way of killing time was through an activity called memory sharing.
This activity was based on a consciousness technique called Memory Recall. After using Memory Recall, one could recall every detail of one's experience. One could even clearly recall every punctuation on a newspaper.
Then, through a certain degree of editing, the user could remove some of the memories that he did not want others to see, such as sleeping with a woman or sleeping with his left or right hand. Then, the user could swap the memories with the other party. This was equivalent to watching a super long movie about someone else's life. It was the best way to kill time.
Just like that, after reading all of the Voidwalkers' memories, Baiyi witnessed many things that happened in this fantasy world of swords and magic through their eyes. He witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties; he experienced the supreme power and supreme strength; he explored the truth and secrets of the world; he experienced countless parting of life and death, sorrow and joy, parting and reuniting … Just like that, Baiyi read through all of the Voidwalkers' memories.
The memories of thirty-three Voidwalkers were equivalent to him experiencing thirty-three lives. Even though he had forgotten most of the memories in order to avoid confusion, leaving only their knowledge and experience behind, his state of mind had also been tempered by the experiences of thirty-three lives. Immaturity, impulsiveness, and other weaknesses had been filtered out and he had become mature and stable. He was no longer the ordinary person on Earth.
That was why the other Voidwalkers had high hopes for him. However, after so many years had passed, even he could not find any opportunity to break away from it. The only thing he could do was to make this boring period of time a little less boring.
At the same time, in the realm of reality, Isythre was about to usher in the night sky. When the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the entire Celestial Fortress Academy, the students had finally finished their heavy homework. Accompanied by the lively laughter of the youths, they were strolling on the tree-lined paths of the academy in groups of twos and threes.
The second-year student of the Soul Armature Department, Mia, was one of them. She had a cute and delicate face and her long black hair was combed into two equally cute ponytails. She was wearing the standard uniform of the Celestial Fortress Academy. After bidding farewell to her classmates, she walked alone to the square of the academy and found a bench to sit on. Then, she took out half a piece of bread from her shirt pocket and tore it into small pieces before sprinkling it on the green stone floor of the square.
A few moments later, the sound of wings flapping could be heard in the air. A few white pigeons quickly landed at Mia's feet. They lowered their heads and pecked at the bread crumbs that she sprinkled on the ground while making cooing sounds. Mia carefully squatted down, her long ponytails followed her movements and gently swept the ground. She quietly looked at the flock of pigeons that she was already familiar with and a gratified smile appeared on her face.
The beautiful young lady, the docile pigeons, and the square where a few statues were quietly standing. Together with the various kinds of lush and lush vegetation in the surroundings, under the last golden afterglow of the setting sun, they all combined to form a magnificent and magnificent picture.
This was something that Mia would do every day. It was also the most relaxing moment of the day for her. As a student with an average aptitude, life in the Celestial Fortress Academy was always exceptionally tough.
"The sky is getting dark. Let's call it a day. I still have to go back to practice. Goodbye, Mister Pigeons." Mia maintained a relaxed smile on her face as she bid farewell to the flock of pigeons. Then, she took big strides towards her own dormitory with her slender legs that were wrapped in white stockings underneath her short uniform skirt.
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