Star Iron, but the amount of animation

Mei looked towards the figure.

The man held a dagger in both hands, a small round shield hung on his back, and a black cloth hung from his nose to his chest. He looked a bit like a thief.

He seemed to be just an ordinary person. The woman couldn't understand why the boy knew that person.

"She might be killed by that knight."

"That's what I want to see!"

The boy laughed and really sat there to watch the show.

Although the person dressed as a thief was dodging the fierce attack of the giant halberd knight, a closer look showed that she was not hurt at all. She dodged all the attacks of the knight, and he even had time to swing a few times, leaving a few tiny wounds in the gaps of the horse's armor.

Mei unconsciously sat up straighter.

With every move, back and forth, the plain seemed to turn into a grand stage on which the two dancers bloomed freely.

In the end, the thin figure was superior and won the first place in this tug-of-war. With a light wave of the dagger, it became the last straw that broke the camel's back, and the heavily armored knight fell to the ground along with his horse.

"Amazing skills... You can't judge a person by his appearance."

Mei admitted that she had made a mistake.

However, he never expected that the expression of the boy next to him was not praise, but even a little disappointed.

He scratched his head: "Why is this different from what I did before..."

"You don't want her to win?"

"Not really, but I thought she had to die at least a few dozen times, right?"

"..."

While they were talking, the man dressed as a thief seemed to have finished cleaning up the battlefield, noticed them, and walked towards them.

Just by looking at the upper half of her face that is not covered by the black cloth, and the silver-white ponytail tied behind her head, we can temporarily determine that her gender is female.

Mei thought she came over to say hello, but she never expected that after the person walked up to them, she would circle around them without any scruples, looking them up and down.

To be honest, it's a bit rude.

And her steps... were completely random, full of a sense of random beauty. However, given her ability to kill the giant knight without any injury, Mei felt that perhaps her strength was not enough to see through the pattern.

The man circled around a few times and finally stopped in front of the boy, staring at him.

"Hello?"

There are some crisp girl's voices, which are very youthful and pleasant, but also make people feel a bit conflicted and torn.

After all, she had just torn apart an enemy several times her size with her bare hands.

An Jing didn't answer.

She walked around the boy a few more times, more like rubbing against him than circling him, as if she was squeezing him.

The most important thing is that her upper body is strangely facing the same direction without changing, but her legs are moving as if they have their own ideas.

The rubbing didn't move, so the girl changed to jumping, jumping around like a lunatic, which made Mei confused.

Why did she do this? Why did the boy look so unsurprised?

Finally, during one of the girl's jumps, her boots accidentally rubbed the boy's face, and the latter extended a finger expressionlessly, and the thorn pierced the girl's heart instantly. She immediately fell to the ground with a wail, and her body turned into a ball of gray mist and dissipated, leaving behind golden glowing fragments floating where she disappeared.

"Did you kill her?"

Mei finally couldn't help but speak.

"correct."

An Jing answered as if it was a matter of course, as casually as if he was stating what he had eaten this morning.

"B-I...I don't understand..."

Before she could finish her words, she heard noise coming from the hillside again.

Looking back, the girl who had just been killed by the boy was running towards him again, jumping and skipping.

"...?"

The strange girl first walked to the floating golden fragments, bent down and reabsorbed them into her body, then walked to the boy and circled around him several times.

Suddenly, a knife was swung out and hit the young man. The next moment, he rolled backwards, taking small steps left and right to observe.

Mei's body tensed up and she almost swung her knife, but the boy's inaction made her calm down.

Seeing that the boy didn't react, the girl walked forward cautiously, slashed at the boy several times in a row, and then rolled away again.

An Jing still didn't move.

Seeing that he seemed to have no reaction, the man walked forward again and swung at him again, but this time he did not roll over to avoid it.

Chop, rest for a while, chop again, and then rest for a while.

Mei watched her chop all night long until the morning sun hung high in the sky the next day.

The boy finally moved.

The palm stretched out, condensing into several golden seeds, and a beautiful blooming flower, still on the ground.

The girl immediately stopped, picked up the seeds and flowers, put them away, and left happily.

"Why can't I...understand what you're doing?"

Mei, who had been watching all night, asked honestly.

"Because we are all bored and sick."

The boy stood up and brushed the dust off his butt.

"Okay, get ready to leave."

An Jing looked at the figure running away and couldn't help but sigh: "This damn patience is the reason for being king."

Volume 1: Chapter 154: Wall

It was just a trivial episode in the interstellar journey.

But if the girl chose the right path and was lucky enough... maybe they would have a chance to meet again in the future.

In any case, there is finally something on the ship that can record time. Now that they know what time it is, An Jing can go and copy more clocks.

The days that followed were even more boring.

An Jing often lay on the table, put the pocket watch in front of him, and count circles.

This activity was quite boring. The boy fell asleep while counting. When he woke up, he didn't know which round to count.

After the first one or two times, he built a device that could automatically record the number of revolutions of the hour hand, and so far, it has made 411,726 revolutions.

Um......

Forty-seven years.

He never encountered a planet with life again, nor did he return to Bai Lu's body.

It seems a bit long...

But he didn't feel anything, it was just that he slept a few more times.

Mei is probably the same, after all, she is obsessed with cultivation.

How long will it take to go back?

An Jing was confused, he closed his eyes again, waiting to wake up.

............

......

The second hand crosses the last space, and the minute and hour hands move simultaneously and stay in the same position.

The boy calmly opened his eyes and turned to look at the meter recording the number of laps.

Two hundred and thirty-six thousand five hundred and twenty-three times.

Twenty-seven years.

He has become very lethargic lately.

The real purpose is not to drink, but things never develop as expected.

An Jing was forced to start thinking about a somewhat annoying problem that he could not avoid.

Can he really return to the Immortal Boat before Bai Heng’s life ends?

Hunting granted him divine speed, abundance made his body immortal, and nothingness helped him erase everything, but none of them could help him recognize the way home.

This universe is really too big... There are no signs to identify directions. An Jing can't even confirm whether he is heading towards the sphere of influence of the Xianzhou Alliance and the Interstellar Peace Company.

In the worst case scenario, they might be running in the completely opposite direction and getting lost forever in this endless universe.

What can I do?

An Jing sighed.

Go back to sleep.

Although he doesn't dream.

"Boom——!!!"

Suddenly, the starship seemed to hit something head-on. The strong inertia caused all unsecured objects in the room to fall against the wall on one side and pile up together.

He managed to grab the pocket watch and it didn't fly away.

An Jing ****, stood up, and thought about going to see what was going on.

As soon as they opened the door, Mei was already standing outside. The two looked at each other, neither spoke, and walked side by side in tacit understanding.

When he got on the deck, An Jing realized what he had bumped into.

It turned out to be a wall with no end in sight, spanning across the sea of ​​stars!

The recognition rate of this thing is too high.

There is a star god in the universe, one of the few, or even the only one, whose position can always be determined.

"Do you know what this is?"

"I don't know."

Mei answered truthfully.

"Star God, 'Crippler'."

"He is in charge of the destiny of "preservation", an intelligent creature that has survived from the ancient beast era, a survivor of the ancient "Twilight War", and is the oldest known star god in the universe along with "Greedy" Oboros."

"The world reveres him as the builder of the Sky Comet Wall, the Sub-Space Crystal Wall, and the Great Attractor Foundation. His admirers call him the 'Amber King.'"

“He knew that the enemy’s devouring was imminent. Therefore, he had to build a barrier with light-year units to seal it and isolate and protect the world that still had life.”

After a brief explanation, An Jing ran to the bow of the ship to take a look.

If it were an ordinary starship, the damage would basically be scrapped.

But it was his, and he could return to it as it was with a wave of his hand.

The boy looked at the place where it hit the city wall, but could not see any trace of it.

This should be the norm, but this is a creation of the Star God. If it were so easy to damage, then Clipper could just bite a lighter.

"The days are finally coming to an end..."

An Jing looked at the wall that seemed to have no end and couldn't help but sigh.

"Let's go. I'll fix the boat and find a way to get there. I think we can meet someone from the company there."

Things finally seemed to be going smoothly, and the spacecraft climbed upward until it passed the magnificent city wall.

"Whoo~"

An Jing stood on the deck, squinting his eyes happily.

"The air inside these walls feels sweeter than outside."

"...?"