The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Chapter 183: Reaching the Extraordinary

Philip felt his arm being grabbed.

The force with which the mad soldier was gripping was just like an iron frame biting onto a person, and even the armor on his body seemed to be beginning to twist.

Then the thighs.

It's about to be attacked.

He had witnessed before the scene where the crazy soldiers could throw heavy fallen rocks up for fun with one hand.

He also witnessed several of his companions who did not have time to escape being killed by the crazy soldiers in extremely cruel ways.

Maybe now is the time, it is time for him to die...

……

What to imagine?

Maybe I should be like all mortals and recall my experiences and my past before I die.

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My life is for others.

When I was young, I lost my parents, I don’t know whether it was death or abandonment.

In order to survive, he passively and actively exposed himself to the darkness of the kingdom.

In the killer organization, I have been trained to become a killing machine.

Acting for the basest ambitions and the basest morals.

In the end, all you get is the same poor pay.

The only thing that allows me to find a little bit of existence and self is the hot spring ticket.

Perhaps it is because the hot spring also has the smell of sulfur, which makes the tiefling feel like he is bathing in hell again.

And the change of things came from a betrayal.

I don't know which force made me take on the task without knowing why, and then extinguished the spark of reform in the kingdom.

After that, I was abandoned by the organization due to public outrage, and my name and all other information was exposed.

After I went to prison, I began to change.

At the beginning, I felt that the organization helped me grow and gave me everything - in addition to the salary, there were also free hot spring coupons.

But after that, I began to reflect on everything I had done.

Reflecting on it, I would hesitate, deliberately let go, and feel pain in my heart because my targets were the elderly, the weak, women and children.

Reflect on everything about the organization and whether it is worth it.

Three days, and the memories immediately skipped three days.

I have experienced everything in the organization, and I have also met some people whom I am willing to love, love, and respect.

For example, some seniors and some juniors.

Some people who, even if the organization betrays me, still value morality and feelings and are willing to protect me.

But in the final analysis, being able to achieve all this does not depend on whether the organization is good or bad, but on whether the people are good or bad.

Being a human being is indeed very helpless... and very difficult.

And when the hat of treason fell with the verdict, I decided not to endure it any longer.

The devil's followers...

A very evil person...

The thugs who destroyed the future hopes of the small kingdom of Wommza...

I have done wrong things for a long time in my life, and I am destined to have many enemies.

But... changing the world, changing the future of the kingdom? I've never thought about it.

It is true that I am slightly better than ordinary people in terms of martial arts, but I have not yet progressed to the level of an extraordinary person.

Without the powerful strength of a supernatural being, how can one influence the world and the fate of others?

So I ran away.

Because if I don't stand up for myself, no one in the world will defend me anymore.

I killed the guards guarding the cell and escaped.

One year, two years, three years.

After a long period of hiding, the appearance changed immediately.

That appearance brought a power that could overwhelm the numerical advantage, but I had an indescribable hostility towards this power.

Tiefling's appearance...

At this time, the calamity of imprisonment came again. Although my appearance had changed a lot, the officials still found me for some reason and put me in jail again.

Originally, I thought this was a revelation to me. The change in my appearance meant that I was guilty. Now, it was time for judgment. I might be willing to die under justice...

Is it true?

The result disappointed me again -

"Justice? Don't be ridiculous. You were arrested only because old cases were brought up again. The king's capital has changed, and in order to attack political enemies, they are bringing up those old cases again."

The guard holding the file gave me a cold look that made me feel like a bucket of cold water was poured on my face.

And after that, I understood the truth of the past.

Perhaps I did have the ability to promote reform by killing that minor noble, but promoting him as a spotless saint was just a political means.

Because only in this way, I, the assassin, appear particularly hateful, and the enemy who issued the task appears unforgivable.

Political enemies, political orders, situations and even the favor of the emperor.

These are the root causes of my tragic fate.

While in the cell, I got to know Adechi, an old warlock from Zhongzhou.

He was captured because he wanted to teach spellcasting in the small kingdom of Wommza even though he was not from the Mage Tower.

So that’s what it is, it’s about benefits…

A hateful word, but today it will cause me and others to die in obscurity.

Why can only members of the Mage Tower teach? Because they need the benefits of teaching.

Why was I charged with the heinous crime of treason? Because they needed to convict me in order to suppress others for their own benefit.

Why did these criminals get weapons and equipment before the execution? Because the warden needed them to work hard to please General Paddy in order to gain benefits.

Benefit……

Benefits benefits!

Damn it, why do disasters always occur wherever interests converge?

My eyes were blinded by the interests of the people, and they handed over the weapons and armor to me. Will I really do as they wish?

Would I really help them kill people and then help them kill themselves in the end?

…………

F**k it!

Then, I raised the banner of resistance.

One week, two weeks, three weeks.

Just like the past three days, or the three years of escape, a similar time.

Not long, not short, just three weeks.

They gathered refugees, assembled criminal soldiers, and briefly defeated some short-sighted soldiers, seized weapons, got supplies, and thus reached the royal capital.

It was also here that I met truly powerful people.

There are also high and low levels among the extraordinary people. If we say that Adechi, who lacks mana, is a second-rate character.

Then the functional druid, Lady Anivia, is also at this level.

Further up is the Frost and Snow Millennium, the Mage Bingnagi, whom I once witnessed.

What’s further up?

Abes Grande, an ancient hero from thousands of years ago, was a truly powerful man who defeated the Dragon Slayer and liberated all intelligent creatures from the rule of dragons.

His life stopped thousands of years ago, but he has been able to regain his vitality today.

Apart from its powerful combat capability, the rest of it gave me endless surprises.

Tabular methods, modular rune sets, magic grenades and magic cannons, and various ancient ideas that may have been lost.

So I pledged my allegiance and lowered my head willingly.

But it seems that life ends before I can complete the oath?

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Time returns to the present.

Using the last moments of his fury, and boldly letting that mad spirit into his body, Abes was able to deliver a sword strike that even he could not have imagined.

After expelling the figure with the appearance of Gruumsh, Abes rushed to the other side of the city wall without stopping.

They had heard the shouts and cries of killing before, but they had never seen the crazy soldiers and did not know the relevant information. If they came into close contact with them, the consequences would be disastrous.

Now, the rage has ended, and what follows is uncontrollable fatigue.

This kind of fatigue, when that strange and crazy force was stirring in his body, made Abes feel even more painful.

"Rest...Rest song!"

The effect of the protection is already taking effect.

However, the damage caused by the previous blow still exists.

Relying on madness, but unwilling to sacrifice yourself to the one-eyed god?

There is no such good thing in the world. Since the neck is stiff, the spine is straight, and the knees are unbending, then just bear the consequences of that blow.

You are not a member of the Minqiu tribe, so how about feeling your arms destroyed?

A narrow escape from death.

Although the vitality of the body was obviously improved to a higher level with every breath, a faint black smoke still came out from the arms that Abes had just swung to attack.

Whether one is strong or not is also related to the professional subdivision.

Even with the bard and bard paths at hand, grasping the key to repairing oneself is still a problem.

Abbess is not a priest after all.

however……

After relying on feeling the trend, the injuries in both arms actually stabilized!

Although he couldn't immediately fire another shot with the same power as before, he was able to return to his normal level.

Abes went straight to the other side of the city wall, where he saw Philip, whose limbs had been controlled, and who seemed to be waiting for death with his head down.

The sword flashed, Abes threw his weapon over and rescued Philip.

Anyway, in the next short period of time, I won’t be able to dance with the sword so wildly.

What's more, I seem to be able to see an interesting picture about to be born.

That blazing primordial anger...all it needs is an opportunity to ignite it.

then--

"Since you can't control your anger, let your anger control you."

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After entering the capital, Abes had intended to pass on the way of the barbarian to this tiefling whose fighting style was quite wild.

More than once, he had brought his opponent to the point of being on the verge of exploding, only to watch his rage fail in the end.

The reason for this is that this acquired tiefling still cannot accept himself in his heart.

They think they are sinful, so they are unwilling to open their minds.

He was worried that once he let go of his anger, he might not be able to control it as freely as Abes did, and might end up harming others and torturing himself.

This time, on the city wall, Philip, who was struggling against the crazy soldiers and wanted to retreat with the people who had reached the city wall, finally stopped hesitating after hearing Abes' voice.

Let anger...control me?

Once upon a time, Abes' words of persuasion also came to Philip's mind.

"Being a human being is indeed very helpless and difficult. However, you have to trust your feelings?"

"Trust my feelings?"

"Yes, even without me, you will still achieve ultimate victory and lead everyone to achieve true freedom and dignity."

"Me? It's impossible. If I don't have your strength and those magic grenades to capture the capital..."

"No, it is not only the power of individual efforts that drives the results, but also the power of everyone."

“…” Philip was silent.

"Even without me, the people of the North will no longer tolerate division, and will no longer tolerate further humiliation. Mage Bingnagi will still flee because of the troubles caused by the fake king and the Mage Tower; Sister Agatha will still inherit the technology and the idea of ​​cooperation passed down by the Underworld Covenant for 333 years..."

"And there are refugees including Gaviling, and farmers who lost their homes like Kronos, and even more..."

"It's not just the ones I gathered together, nor are it just the ones I mentioned!"

"Not just the living or the dead, but everyone!"

"All those who have been helped by you or have helped you, all those who are willing to show you kindness or have been shown kindness, all those who understand humiliation and pain, even those outside the North, any intelligent race, any creature on the land liberated by the brave, will eventually gather together."

"And fight side by side for true freedom and dignity!"

"You don't have to hold back your anger. If someone as kind as you who is willing to think and take action can make mistakes because you let your feelings guide you, then there is no such thing as a barbarian."

"Trust your feelings! Trust the people you love, and trust that the people you love trust you!"

"Go and end the evil you want to end!"

Philip raised his head, and in his hand he had already grasped the half-sword thrown by Abes.

The weapon that once accompanied this brave man thousands of years ago (although it was a replica made by Kronos's grandfather) is now in his hands.

Rage, primal rage, burned in every savage's heart.

This simple and easy-to-use characteristic of the Tao has helped many people achieve great things in history.

However, every barbarian seemed to have a different understanding of the source of his anger.

The pain, sadness and anger accumulated in one's heart are often the most common choice.

These humiliations and unwillingness are enough to forge an offensive as strong as steel.

Others, more peaceful ones, see anger as a blessing from the spirits of nature - for when they activate their rage, totems representing wild beasts of nature appear on their faces.

But Lord Abes, the brave man from a thousand years ago, told him that rage can come from trust.

Trust others, trust yourself who is trusted by others, and trust that everything will come to you and fight alongside you because of freedom, dignity and other truly noble things.

Breathing, and then the strength increased imperceptibly.

Click! !

The shackles on Philip's wrists, which had previously been impossible to remove no matter how hard they were hacked with a knife, an axe, or burned, began to crack.

As the power increased further, the hateful and ugly shackles that blocked Philip's previous flexibility finally broke into pieces.

And the moment the shackles were released, Abes also raised the corners of his mouth.

It became.

Philip raised the half-sword given by Abes high up, "No self... violent!"

This was the moment when Philip Herbert ascended to the extraordinary.