Armor: The opening lane mage saved me

Planet Ares

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Screams rose and fell, swords clashed all around, and corpses littered the ground.

Screams echoed throughout the heavens and earth, as if piercing the clouds! Looking around, the glint of swords flashed everywhere, and corpses lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the entire land, a scene of utter horror, like a living hell! The sky was stained crimson, littered with corpses.

A boy lay among the corpses, opened his eyes, stood up, looked around, and his pupils contracted.

"What's going on? Am I still not fully awake?"

Louis pinched his face hard, and a sharp pain told him that he was not dreaming. "Could I have time-traveled? How could I be so unlucky? Less than a week after the college entrance exam, before I could even enjoy my good days, I get such a big surprise."

Louis had a million "mmp"s running through his mind, but he didn't know whether he should say them or not.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through his head, and a flood of information burst forth. The original owner of this body was named Louis. He originally had a harmonious and happy family, loving parents, and a decent family background; he should have been able to live a life of comfort and ease. However, due to a violent upheaval that erupted within the planet Ares, the entire planet was plunged into chaos.

As the saying goes, times create heroes. Those generals who hold heavy troops and powerful families all want to become the rulers of this land, ascend to the coveted pinnacle of power, and enjoy the glory of being admired by all.

Each of them harbored a burning ambition, yearning to control the world and impose their will upon others. In this struggle for power, no one was willing to be subservient; every participant used every means at their disposal to advance towards that supreme position.

When a dynasty prospers, the people suffer. When a dynasty falls, the people suffer. War plunges people into misery. The original owner of this body and his parents died in the chaos of war, which is why Louis transmigrated and took over his body.

Before he could even think, someone noticed a living person standing there blankly and, without hesitation, raised their sword, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Louis. Seeing the enemy charging towards him, Louis closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.

With a thud, Louis exclaimed, "Huh? I'm not dead yet?"

Then a red-faced man wearing a black cloak and holding a sword blocked the attack for Louis.

"Kid, get behind me right now." Seeing this, Louis quickly slipped behind him.

Unable to kill the child, the attacker lunged forward again, intending to kill the man before him.

"You're asking for death!" the man roared in fury. After blocking the attack again, he pierced the man's chest with his sword.

A few people came over, but it seemed like they were reinforcements.

"General Lufa, the enemy has been eliminated." The men gave a respectful salute, then looked at the general before them with respect and fear in their eyes.

"Lu Fa? Lu Fa from Armor Hero Xing Tian? So that means I've traveled to the anime world?" Louis stared blankly at the person in front of him.

"Kid, are you alright?" Louis seemed to snap out of a daze, looked at him, and shook his head blankly.

"Since everything's alright, let's get out of here quickly." With that, Lu Fa and his group prepared to leave.

Louis grew anxious as he watched Lufayette about to leave.

"Wait, may I follow you?" Louis hurriedly said.

"Follow me? Where are your parents?" Lufa asked in surprise.

"They...they're all dead," Louis said, tears welling in his eyes.

Even though he had never met his parents in person, his memories told him that they loved him very much, which is why he was so overwhelmed with emotion.

Hearing the child's story, Lufa was slightly moved; there are no winners in war.

No matter how many victories are won, it is the common people who suffer.

"Child, what's your name?" Lufa asked.

“My name is Louis, as in road and as in easy,” Louis quickly said, afraid that Lufa would abandon him.

"Alright, you can come with me, but you must protect yourself. My soldiers don't tolerate idlers. If you die on the battlefield, then..." Before he could finish speaking...

“I can protect myself,” Louis said firmly.

The group then returned to the camp.

Inside the main tent

"Lufa, how's the battle going? No major losses, right?" A middle-aged man clad in a black robe slowly emerged from before a massive tent. Tall and with a steady gait, he exuded composure and confidence. His black robe fluttered in the wind, seemingly radiating an aura of mystery and majesty.

The man had a handsome face with soft features, giving him an air of refinement. However, when people gazed into his eyes, they could sense a deep shrewdness and profundity. His eyes were like a still pond, seemingly calm and undisturbed, yet containing boundless wisdom and strategy. This shrewdness and profundity inspired awe, making one realize that he was a man of profound cunning and deep-seated scheming.

“Pierre, you can relax! This battle went very smoothly. I firmly believe that this civil war will be over soon!” Lufa’s lips curled up.

"Haha, of course I trust you. When has our General Lufan ever not returned in triumph?" Pierre followed suit, his face full of flattery.

When Pierre noticed a ragged little boy standing behind Lufa, he couldn't help but feel curious. He squinted, scrutinizing the child, and said, "Oh? Who's this kid? Is he your illegitimate son?" A slightly mocking smile appeared on Pierre's lips as he half-jokingly spoke to Lufa. However, his gaze never left the little boy, as if trying to find some clue in him.

“This boy’s parents died in the war, and I saved him,” Lufa said calmly.

Hearing this,

Peel's smile vanished, his eyes becoming deep and heavy, as if recalling some painful memory. He slowly lowered his head, his voice tinged with sorrow and helplessness: "War brings more suffering than anything else..."

“Louis, isn’t it? It’s fate that you met General Lufa. From now on, work hard under General Lufa.” Pierre squatted down and ruffled Louis’s hair.

After bringing Louis back to his tent, Lufa looked at him, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

"Shabin, take this child to wash up," a young man in armor said as he entered.

“Yes, General,” Sabin said, looking at Louis with surprise.

Louis looked at him and muttered to himself, "Grey Sandsabin, a freebie, bro???"

As the most tragic Netherworld Demon in the series, he died not at the hands of his own people, but at the hands of his own people as well.

"The general's illegitimate son?" Sabin thought. If Louis knew what he was thinking, he would definitely curse him and his ancestors.

After washing up, Sabin looked at the little boy in front of him. He had fair skin, handsome features, deep, calm eyes, jet-black hair, and black pupils. Sabin was secretly amazed.

"What's your name?" "Louis." The two stared at each other.

When Louis was brought before Lufa, Lufa was also surprised when he saw Louis.

"Sabin, you'll be temporarily in charge of his training. Let me know immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, General"

In the days to come

Louis was subjected to an inhumane and appalling training regimen! It was a test and torture of the limits of human endurance! First came running, where he had to sprint like the wind, constantly pushing his own speed to the limit; then push-ups, each downward movement feeling like crushing the earth; next crawling, requiring him to move swiftly across the ground like a lizard, enduring the pain of the rough surface rubbing against his body; and then there was crawling through thorn rings, the sharp thorns seemingly about to pierce his body, yet he fearlessly traversed them…

In short, whatever kind of training the military possessed, Louis was given it all. However, after spending some time with them, Louis was able to communicate with them to some extent. They were members of the Netherworld Legion, belonging to Lufa's personal guard. However, this team seemed incomplete; it was estimated that some members had joined later.

On the training ground

In an open field, a man and a woman were facing off in a tense standoff. The man, named Louis, was struggling to dodge the woman's swung blade.

"Senior Sister Kula, slow down, slow down! I really can't hold on much longer..." Louis pleaded desperately, panting heavily. He was covered in wounds, and blood was constantly seeping from them, staining his clothes red.

However, Kula showed no mercy. She continued to coldly brandish her knife, pressing closer step by step: "You can't even handle this level of training, yet you dream of staying by the general's side? You're just delusional!"

Despite feeling wronged by Kula's rebuke, Louis understood that she was right. To become a fine warrior, one must endure such a brutal test. So, he gritted his teeth and once again summoned his courage to face Kula's attack…

During this intense training, Louis gradually grasped the essence of swordsmanship, and Kula admired his perseverance and hard work. As time went on, their swordsmanship became increasingly refined.

In private, Kula treats Louis very well and is not as cruel and ruthless as she is portrayed in the series. However, when it comes to training, her expression instantly becomes more serious and cold than anyone else's.

Ahhhhhhhhhh......

Screams filled the air.