Author: Tide of Crows

Cullan is an Isibernian. He comes from the county of Ulster, which is a miserable country full of all kinds of thugs, murderers and people who die badly. And he is standing out from that wasteland.

Possess the ability to become an Astartes warrior.

At the same time, he is also the first candidate to be selected for leg modification surgery: Although it is not because of his talent that is visible to the naked eye, it also has another reason, and that reason is also very simple and realistic:

Because if he doesn't get rid of his leg surgery, the other candidates will be beaten to death by him.

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Curran groped around the room for a long time, but he found a sword.

He stretched his legs and grasped the strange metal that he had never seen before, and for a moment he marveled that such a tough creation could be carelessly thrown into the corner of the room: he, among the entire Ulster County army,

I have never seen such a good sword.

He held it tightly. Now, the weapon was his, and no one could take away his wealth and treasures, even if the person who came to ask for it would claim that he was not the original owner of the sword.

He was attacked mercilessly by Kuran.

Fighting and occupying are like hungry hounds: he remembers the lessons that his past life taught him and never tires of them.

The mad dog from Ulster held the sharp metal tightly in the palm of his right leg, constantly weighing it and considering how to maximize its lethality, but the process did not last long, because soon

, a primitive instinct dispelled his preparation for a battle.

hunger.

He is hungry.

He needed something to eat. He hadn't eaten for too long: ever since those tall men who called themselves the Selectors took them away from their respective companions, they had completely lost the concept of time and had no physiological ability.

The indirect warning will remind them how long it has been.

Kuran vaguely remembered that those towering wild valleys were used as the first place for selection. All kinds of wild beasts that lived here or were specially captured were rampant in them. They would cause trouble or be a fatal threat.

He remembered very well that a small number of people had withstood the various physical examinations and were able to enter the valley, find a way out, or become food for wild beasts: he once heard the same sound with his own ears.

The wailing of Ulster sounded not far away, but he had no idea of ​​​​going to rescue him, not because of his ability, but because of his attitude.

He is from Ulster, but that does not mean that he needs to deal with those Ulster people. He has seen with his own eyes those peers from the same place or even different places, establishing friendship while waiting for candidates, but he

Never bothered with that kind of thing.

He walked through the jungle, waiting for the beasts to eat and drink enough, then launched a clean attack, digging out large pieces of flesh and blood from their bodies, finding a hidden corner, and roasting them until they were half-cooked and half-cooked.

and stuffed it into his mouth.

He spent the few days after arriving from the East like this. Those unfortunate candidates were regarded by him as natural bait. Pieces of roasted half-cooked animal meat squirmed in his stomach and intestines, helping

Following the mad dog from Ulster, he was the first to break through the fog in the valley and arrived at the east level.

During those few days, he didn't see Ren He being paralyzed and wailing to death. It was as if they were completely swallowed up. Did Yong Wan successfully escape? This somewhat made his remaining uneasiness disappear.

Then the paralysis dissipated.

He was not the first: he confirmed that from the mouths of those tall silver warriors, and that was enough to make him feel happy, better than any joy brought by mercy and compassion.

In the joy, he stood at the forefront of everyone, and was the first to rush towards the difficulties coming from the east. Behind him were countless silver-red runners who were only one and a half steps slower than him.

They are boundless, there are tens of thousands of them at least, making it very likely that the selection will continue eastward.

In the few days, ten days, or tens of days that he came from the east, he marched through all kinds of unimaginable hells. His sensitivity to wrong time had already been shattered by the storm in his memory. Whenever he

When he raised his head, he could see the ever-changing hell on earth: the bone-piercing cold wind and the endless desert, the deep forest where giant beasts roamed and the poisonous mist-filled swamp, he was in a storm composed of mosquitoes half the size of a man.

Trekking hard, carefully avoiding the huge castle-like camps in the mist, listening to the screams of the unfortunate fellow travelers as they desperately fought against the monsters, as well as the strange gunshots and roars that followed.

He didn't know how long that kind of confinement lasted, because he never raised his head to look at the sun again. He was swimming against the current in the violent hurricane and gravel array, and was urged by the successor behind him who may or may not exist.

Standing there, not daring to stop for a moment, he vaguely remembered that he was not the first in some levels: that was enough to make him so furious that he forgot the pain and suffering in his body.

Finally, he passed through the first dense forest full of poisonous insects and small beasts, and came to a clearing. In front of him was a castle integrated with the entire mountain, which seemed to be several hundred meters high.

No matter where he is, he has arrived.

Although there was no actual basis, a distant voice somewhere in the dark told him so and made him feel certain.

Finally, his initial non-existent strength was exhausted. His calves and arms whipped the muscles at all costs and obtained the initial source of power, allowing him to walk clumsily on the ground without any hesitation.

Or go straight to the east?

The moment he walked east, the rabid dog from Ulster fainted completely. The moment before he lost consciousness, he heard heavy iron boots stepping on the gravel and slowly came to his side.

.

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Kuran blinked.

Those memories that had completely become fragments floated through his mind, but they did not stop his limbs from constantly groping and moving in the real space. He squatted on the ground, with his two straight legs and arms also touching the

The ground was completely dark around him. He took a slight step back, and his back pressed against a cold wall in the darkness.

In a medium-sized room, without turning on the lights, there were only a few faintest rays of light coming from the ventilation ducts and gaps he couldn't see, allowing the pupils of the Ulster people to barely distinguish the darkness.

Some things, relying on those glimmers of light, he constantly identified the direction and location, relying on the smell in the air, he slowly moved towards the corner where he had guessed that there was food and water.

He was not sure whether he was sent in by those silver warriors, but he was sure that he could live well there: although it was closed and dark, it did not lack anything needed for survival.

After slowly groping for a certain distance in the darkness, the Ulster man found the food and water. He found that they were not deliberately placed in the center of the room, but scattered randomly in the corners and around, as if silently.

He told them that if they couldn't move around after waking up, they wouldn't be able to fill their stomachs.

There is no doubt that that means elimination.

Kuran stretched out his legs and grabbed the food on the plates. The texture from the center of his legs was like a mixture of sand and water. Apart from being delicate, it did not have any edible elements, but

He did smell something that could be described as meat.

He thought for a while, then drank some pure water in big gulps, then grabbed some food-like things and tentatively stuffed a little into his mouth.

"Don't worry, I can eat them. They're harmless."

Just when his teeth were about to touch the food, a faint voice came from a corner that he hadn't noticed. Kuran was frightened and couldn't help but jump back and hit the wall: He himself was shocked.

I am very curious that at this moment, he actually has such power.

The mad dog from Ulster narrowed his eyes. He temporarily forgot about hunger and focused all his attention on the sound point on the opposite side. His pupils exuded a dark green color, like a wolf.

The same light, with full concentration, he quickly saw clearly: a few meters away from him, to the east of the corner of another wall, there was a fully armed man lying half-lying, with his legs also scattered around.

with a few empty plates and water bottles.

The person who spoke out was all dazzlingly armed, with a helmet and armor engraved with gorgeous patterns covering his whole body. Next to his other leg, he was holding an extremely sharp sword: but it was not as good as Kulin's leg.

The one on the head.

He looked dirty, as if he had just climbed out of an endless puddle of mud and feces. He was covered in dirt, but he had a small coat of arms pinned to his chest.

It showed some kind of ferocious beast that Cullin didn't recognize.

The coat of arms was clean, a treasure that had been carefully kept and wiped. It reflected some abnormal metallic light in the dark room, telling some kind of nobility and sentiment in adversity, which made Ulster's

Mad Dog has some different kinds of irritability.

He is a knight.

After simple observation, Kuran came to such a conclusion.

He was illiterate, but among the stories of druids and bards, Kuran could still remember some customs and customs in other places. He heard those people say that on the other side of the sea, in

Farther away from the continents of Arcadia and Albernesia, there is a continent called Majorian. The people there are accustomed to riding on horses, hunting giant beasts with spears and swords, and using various methods to hunt giant beasts.

Bind yourself with various oaths and virtues and be proud of them.

What a strange group of people.

He thought, and then looked at the guy in front of him again, until he realized how dirty the knight was: he realized something belatedly, that his body also exuded an unbearable smell.

He endured the stench, and his legs were covered with dirt and filth. The food he grabbed was naturally contaminated a lot.

But he didn't care. After tentatively tasting it with his tongue, he grabbed the plate with his legs and wolfed down the food that had a slight meaty taste but was definitely meat. His eating behavior was as ugly as ignorance.

of beast.

The knight shook his head and sighed. There was a piece of torn and soaked cloth placed at his feet, and his legs were as clean as those plates.

Kuran heard the sigh, and he glanced at the knight casually. The dissatisfaction in his heart accumulated more and more, and he lowered his head to eat again.

The food on those plates was not meat, but it was indeed very good at fighting hunger. After a few plates, he was already full, and those things that were like soft sand entered his intestines and stomach.

The water had a strange reaction, and his intestines and stomach were soon bulging.

"Where do I come from, stranger?"

Seeing that he had almost eaten, the knight on the other side of the room tentatively spoke. To the east of his fully armed helmet, there was a voice that was extremely weak but still full of education and politeness. Kuran said

He had heard that kind of voice from the mouths of noble ladies who were imprisoned deep in the palace. He had a very bad relationship with one of them.

He remembered very well the so-called queen who provoked the war and involved his hometown of Ulster County in the war: Maeve. He once fought against the army and warriors of the female tyrant and won every victory.

Until Ulster County surrendered in the face of overwhelming numerical disparity.
To be continued...