Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Zhang Zhao's sleep quality hasn't been very good lately.

Because the night is a breeding ground for many crimes.

Many times, he had to get up in the middle of the night to deal with Oxer.

Poor sleep quality resulted in him having frequent dreams.

Zhang Zhao's dreams are usually chaotic and blurry, filled with tension and unease. In his dreams, he often finds himself in a world filled with Oxxers, monsters that are everywhere.

Some of those infected are not even human.

He kept fighting against these creatures.

Primitive and savage.

He often felt powerless, because no matter how many Oksir he destroyed, more enemies would always appear. His body was exhausted from the battles.

But during battle, he would regain his energy, and he would keep fighting...

Finally, all the enemies fell.

He stood alone on the throne.

Zhang Zhao stood on the throne, surrounded by ruins, the smoke of battle still lingering among the broken walls.

He looked around and saw that his once formidable enemies now lay fallen at his feet, their threat finally ended. He felt an unprecedented weariness, but also a deep sense of satisfaction.

At first, Zhang Zhao thought that this was another strange memory being implanted by the violent insects.

But each dream was different.

Zhang Zhao felt that it was probably because he was constantly fighting and on high alert every day, and that his mental state was too tense, which led to such a dream.

………………

This time, Zhang Zhao felt like he was dreaming again.

But there was no sense of ambiguity; he felt that everything was very real.

I crossed again?

Where am I?

He felt cold all over, a feeling he hadn't experienced since contracting the virus.

He should have been immune long ago.

He opened his eyes.

A vast expanse of white.

The rolling white peaks soar into the clouds, like a bridge connecting the earth and the sky.

The mountain peaks, illuminated by the sunlight, outlined rugged and majestic lines, as if sculpted by nature with a giant axe.

A white blanket enveloped all this beautiful scenery.

The snow-capped peaks shimmered with a dazzling silver light, pure and holy, as if enveloped by the radiance bestowed by the gods.

The mist swirled around, drifting like a veil. At times, it obscured the mountain peaks, adding to their mystique.

Sometimes it opens up, revealing the majestic mountain, making people marvel at the wonders of nature.

The scenery is absolutely gorgeous.

This was the first time Zhang Zhao had ever seen a snow-capped mountain.

He was overwhelmed by the scenery.

Perhaps only the beautiful starry sky can compare to this.

Sometimes, dreams are just that inexplicable.

I was captivated by the beautiful scenery.

Zhang Zhao began his exploration of the snow-capped mountains.

After Zhang Zhao started moving, the originally dazzling sunlight disappeared, and the sky turned gray.

Snowflakes fluttered down from the gray sky, like countless white butterflies dancing in the wind.

Zhang Zhao's footprints were quickly buried by the snowflakes.

Without leaving a trace.

The wind howled, emitting furious roars. It whipped up snowflakes, forming white whirlwinds that surged wildly across the snow-capped mountains. The wind's power was immense and untamed, making it nearly impossible for a person to stand.

Zhang Zhao's steps began to falter.

Soon, Zhang Zhao's vision began to blur.

He felt as if his body was out of control.

But he kept walking through the snow.

I don't care about anything.

Even though his ears, nose, and face were all red from the cold, his proud body seemed to have disappeared, and he looked like an ordinary person.

But he kept climbing.

It was as if something on the mountaintop was drawing him in.

Soon, his energy was completely depleted.

Even fighting the Shura Armor wasn't this tiring.

He seemed about to collapse before he even reached the summit.

Finally, after an accident.

He lost his footing and fell to the ground.

His eyes began to blur.

The upper eyelid starts to fight with the lower eyelid.

His eyes flickered.

Amidst the wind and snow, a red figure appeared blurry...

He tried his best to see what the red figure looked like.

It looks like a suit of armor?

Based on his memory of armor, Zhang Zhao recognized the blurry figure.

The red wasn't a bright red, but rather a darker, more muted shade. This dark red was the color of almost the entire body, along with silver-white, black...

However, this silver color is somewhat dull, which can be clearly seen in the snow.

It gives people a strange and evil feeling.

Eerie and evil?

Zhang Zhao wondered if his senses had been numbed by the cold wind and snow.

Even the Asura Armor, which is closest to the evil path, doesn't give this feeling.

Bright and vibrant!

Full of righteousness, isn't this the main color scheme of the armor?

Aren't all my toys like this?

Zhang Zhao's consciousness became even more blurred.

He felt like he was seeing a revolving lantern...

This is really bad.

He forced himself to stay awake and try to expel the feeling from his body, but to no avail.

He could only do his best to see the face of the armored figure in front of him clearly...

The head is extremely ferocious, giving people an invisible sense of oppression. It has huge red eyes and two curved silver horns, and the mouth looks very ferocious.

It completely lacked the imposing and orderly appearance of armor.

The armor on the neck is engraved with mysterious purple characters... with intricate patterns that resemble cursed runes, radiating an evil power.

Zhang Zhao couldn't quite make out what the characters were.

The black armor on the shoulders was very sharp.

This breastplate?

X-type?

Is there an energy lamp in the middle?

The more Zhang Zhao looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

Zhang Zhao felt a chill run down his spine.

what?

He thought of something.

Now he finally remembered what the character on the breastplate was: a strange-looking character for "punishment".

This armor looks like the armor of the war god Xing Tian...

A dark version of the Xingtian Armor?

Zhang Zhao finally got his thoughts in order.

"You killed me... I will not let you go."

It was an evil voice that seemed to emanate from the depths of a dark abyss.

Its deep, hoarse voice, like the whisper of a demon, carries a chilling coldness in every note, seemingly containing endless malice that sends shivers down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, he drew his sword and prepared to strike.

He held a dark red Fire Executioner's Blazing Sword in his hand and slashed at Zhang Zhao with black flames attached!

Tru Armor?

A tyrant?

Nothing happened.

Zhang Zhao could only watch helplessly as the sword, wreathed in black flames, hurtled towards him...

At this point, he became much more sober.

He felt his frail body.

Open your arms.

Laughed!

He gladly accepted his death!

…………

"Huhuhu..."

Zhang Zhao suddenly woke up with a start.

Breathing heavily.

His back was already soaked.

Unlike the powerlessness in dreams

He calmed down immediately after waking up.

Because he sensed the power within himself, he was not a helpless insect beneath the snow-capped mountain.

He knew that his power would never disappear.

Those things all belong to him.

Those are all illusions!

But he didn't take the dream as a complete fantasy.

Instead, it is highly valued.

The realism is terrifying.

The feeling of cold on his own pores...

He could see every single detail on Dark Xingtian's body clearly.

Dreams aren't like that, at least not dreams imagined out of thin air.

"Does this thing actually exist?"

Dark Xingtian, an existence that only exists in the setting.

Zhang Zhao had read many versions of the manuscript online.

Handsome!

Still handsome!

The dark side is even cooler!

Black Flame Dragon is only different from Flame Dragon in that its eye patch is black. Zhang Zhao always felt that this design was perfunctory. He was very happy to see Dark Xing Tian. The more holy something is, the more excited he is to turn it into a dark one. Zhang Zhao also likes many dark Ultraman.

Regarding Dark Xingtian.

I have felt sorry about this many times.

I never expected that it would appear right in front of me now.

The eerie feeling of a strange dream coming true.

You might find Belial, such an extremely evil being, cool and like him a lot.

But you would never want to face him, even if he's already been decimated...

"I killed him, and he won't let me go. That's the only information I have."

Zhang Zhao wasn't overly panicked. Usually, those who use dreams to scare people don't have the power to actually come after you.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be in this form.

If you can just take them down directly, you're trying to bluff your way out of it.

These are all designed to break down your psychological defenses first.

Don't meddle.

"How did I get involved with him?"

Zhang Zhao didn't need to think.

We already know the answer.

After all, there's only one thing related to Xing Tian.

"So? He's Xiao Tian?"

Following this line of reasoning, it seems quite likely.

Or rather, his source of power is closely related to Xiao Tian?

Zhang Zhao rescued Xiao Tian's parents.

It seems to have created some incredible butterfly effect.