Sword Heart of Rebirth

With a lot of emotions, I stepped into the temple of the Lord God, the spiritual pillar that supported me through the hard training of the guards in the past two years, and now I am finally on my own, and I have the qualifications to meet the Lord God again and guard He is gone!

"Oh, swordsman, you are so slow!" Although the voice is still so funny, the expression is still so funny.But the scars that cannot be concealed on the face tell me that the person in front of me has gone through countless hardships. He has lost the pampering and irresponsibility of the earthlings, and seems to have become a qualified guardian.

His bow seems to have been replaced with a new one. Although it is not very sophisticated, it is much more refined than the wooden bow I saw two years ago.

"Archer, have you got a new bow?"

The speaker's aqua-blue eyes met the archer's natural ethereal green pupils, but such a quiet blue color ignited my anger of hatred, but two years of training and the death of my teacher, the paladin, made me I forcibly suppressed this hatred.

"Yeah, this new bow is very beautiful!" The priest also surrounded him. Unlike us, he has not lost his purity and gentleness after being missing for two years, except for the beautiful but terrifying black bow around his waist. The flute made me feel uneasy, but judging from his demeanor and tone, he doesn't need to worry too much at present.

"This bow...my master made it for me..." Seeing so many people surrounding him, the archer who used to be shameless suddenly became embarrassed , he hurriedly prepared to take back the bow and arrow.

"Why... do you think the things I made are not good-looking?!" Apparently, the archer's behavior of retracting the bow and arrow caused strong dissatisfaction from someone. He pulled the archer's ear and cursed, "It seems that you Is your skin itchy again?!"

"Teacher, you are here too..." The magician shouted in surprise when he saw a figure, "Thank you very much for the past two years."

"Priest." The priest, the teacher who was supposed to teach him, looked very surprised when he saw the priest, but after seeing him, he still bowed reverently, "I'm ashamed, I didn't teach you anything."

"Where is it..." the pastor said with a smile, "I'm really sorry for bothering you when I'm not by your side all the time."

Then, the pastor took out a book of scriptures that the priest gave him on the first day, and his smile became strange: "Also, teacher, I actually like a sentence in the book you gave me very much."

Rebirth and Nirvana are just the distance between one thought.

"So, Nirvana, teacher!!!" The original gentle purple pupil suddenly changed, the original warm smile became cold, and the original warm master-student reunion became bloody and terrifying.

That black flute, with overwhelming force, killed the man the pastor should have respected as a teacher! ! !