Sexually repressed little devil.

Fix the Immortal's wandering path toward the north.

Pressure Maasnei.

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Chapter One of "GO's Ancestral Story".

Legend has it that when this world was newly formed, a wilderness where beasts ran rampant, the first man appeared, named Senior Brother GO. He ate raw flesh and drank blood, living a life of great hardship.

Especially since there was a group of beasts called Waxue who particularly disliked the scent of Senior Brother GO and wanted to kill him.

Senior Brother GO had nothing; he couldn't perform extraordinary bubble sounds, nor had he mastered foot numbness, yet Waxue could rely on these to seek help from junior and senior sisters. How could he fight against them? Senior Brother GO's food source was very unstable, fleeing every day, at the bottom of the natural food chain, almost unable to survive.

At this time, three guns proactively approached Senior Brother GO and said, "As long as you sustain us with your life, we will help you through this difficult time."

Senior Brother GO, with no other recourse, had to agree to these three guns.

The first gun, called Shang K Gun, wanted Senior Brother GO to exchange his youthful years, while simultaneously providing him with strength.

Humans are the most spiritual of all things, guns are the true essence of the world.

The more beings a firearm kills, the more powerful it becomes.

Relying on the Shang K Gun, even without the help of junior or senior sisters, he acquired a terrifying kill count. Compared to the brand new guns of Waxue, it was a total crush.

Senior Brother GO's life began to improve, with a stable food source. He was brave and fought many Waxue, and eventually discovered that the Shang K Gun was not omnipotent and required sufficient funds to support, not to be squandered arbitrarily.

For the entire Waxue tribe, however, his individual power was too small, unable to kill them all.

Senior Brother GO came to a crucial realization. The second gun, called Dance Hall Gun, wanted Senior Brother GO to exchange his most prosperous middle age.

Compared to the high-cost Shang K, the Dance Hall demand was relatively lower. Many times, using wisdom was far more effective than using strength. With Shang K and the Dance Hall, he once conquered many targets he could not previously conquer, slaughtered countless Waxue, ate their flesh, drank their blood, and survived tenaciously.

But the good times did not last, Senior Brother GO grew old, increasingly old, and ran out of money.

This was because he had dedicated his youth and middle age, all his wealth, to the Shang K Gun and Dance Hall Gun.

Once a person grows old, physical strength declines, reactions slow down, and there is no longer any wealth.

"Senior Brother GO, what else can you bring us? You no longer have anything to offer us." Realizing this, the Shang K Gun and Dance Hall Gun both heartlessly left.

Senior Brother GO lost these two guns and was discovered by Waxue, trapped in a tight encirclement.

He collapsed powerlessly to the ground, surrounded by a throng of Waxue and junior and senior sisters, the air filled with an atmosphere of lively bustling, his heart full of despair.

At this moment, the third gun said to him, "Senior Brother GO, dedicate yourself to me, and I can help you escape this predicament."

Senior Brother GO, weeping, said, "Gun, what else do I have? You see, the Shang K Gun and Dance Hall Gun have abandoned me, and all I have left is old age. Compared to youth and middle age, old age counts for nothing, but if I dedicate my old age to you, my life will end immediately. Although I am surrounded by Waxue now, I won't die right away. I still want to live a little longer, so please leave, I can no longer dedicate myself to you."

The gun, however, said, "Among the three guns, I have the smallest requirement. Just give me your heart."

Senior Brother GO, without any hesitation, having discovered in years of FPS education that everything follows one principle, seek downward, dedicate upward, all that we relate to is illusory. Even the Dancing Girl Princess is but a fleeting act, the heart is needless indeed.

"I'll give you my heart, but what can you bring me, Gun? In this desperate situation, even if the Shang K Gun and Dance Hall Gun returned to my side, it wouldn't change anything."

Compared to the Shang K Gun, this gun was too rough, covered with mottled scratches. Compared to the Dance Hall Gun, this gun was the weakest, with a very small caliber.

But once Senior Brother GO gave his heart to it, he suddenly started firing endlessly, without recoil, without cooldown, with no consumption whatsoever.

The Waxue suddenly screamed in fear, "This is a handgun, retreat quickly, we Waxue fear handguns the most."

The junior disciples recalled the fear dominated by inferiority, the sewer rats' abyss, the junior and senior sisters also fled in panic.

I, wielding a handgun, how could I possibly tolerate you? Regardless of junior or senior disciples, slaughter all.

So-called beauty, in the end, is nothing but a handful of yellow earth.

Cold wind blows in the dance hall, twenty-one dances, the young return.

Turtle tears of Vateloran, the Counter-Strike heart without guilt.

The private room stands welded, ten thousand immortals retreat, love cannot withstand cold water.

Destiny born by fate, destined to fail, son regrets but I do not.

Senior Brother GO stared wide-eyed from that moment, he understood, when facing Waxue, give your heart to dignity.

Holy Spirit Calendar 2690, September 8th.

On the smooth and unobstructed Eternal Sect special train heading towards Aran Imperial City.

It has now delved deep into the heart of Aran, tomorrow Zote will arrive at the Imperial Arena scene for the box opening.

Mika Strong King crazily explaining face.GIF.

Marcus felt like he was listening to a celestial book, he only admired Mika's courage. He didn't understand why a doctor from the crowded Black Sail would be assigned to do this. In last year's secret port incident, this doctor didn't even show up, Marcus hadn't seen him before.

Logically, someone of higher position should bear this heavy responsibility. For various reasons, Liszt certainly couldn't come in person, but at least it should have been the glasses or disfigured face. After all, this time they were facing the man standing at the pinnacle of the Western Continent, at the highest position, without an exception.

Yet a doctor came, inquiring where his courage and strategy came from.

Mika initially said that the great road leads to heaven, countless ultrasounds reveal its meaning, human beings want to become immortals, born on earth they wish to harness heaven.

But Marcus just had a bewildered black man's question mark face, then started frantically pulling a Strong King.GIF.

Senior Brother GO's move was too sinister, it puzzled even me.

"And then?"

After hearing the ancestral story, Marcus pondered but still found it meaningless.

Mika himself, in his thirties, being educated by someone who looked just of age, felt psychologically uncomfortable.

"You were also a priest of the sect before. Forget it, a person like you, served by Divine Maids, will never understand, a tragic barrier lies between us."

That's what Mika said.

Marcus was stunned for a moment, thought for a long time, and finally grasped the meaning.

It seems Mika harbors great misunderstanding about the Church Court. The current Pope's left brain refutes the right brain, paranoia replaces thinking, church rules are enforced with utmost severity, Holy Professors and nuns strictly adhere to the dogma, serving the Dragon Lord, rather than being things in hand.

"Compared to that, due to the technological iteration of the Imperial City New Industrial Zone, the bloody fourth round distinguishes itself from previous years. Besides the originally crystal real-time transmission, there is also voice equipment broadcasting."

Marcus, after all, a relic of the previous dynasty, a relic among relics, didn't understand what radio was, only thinking it similar to a phonograph turntable.

"Is it really that amazing?"

Under Marcus's guidance, Mika tuned the radio to the Continental Martial Arts Competition frequency. Though it was from the Engma Era with ancient sound quality, somewhat fuzzy and noisy, it still conveyed 70% to 80% clearly.

[For the competitiveness of the martial arts, considering the players' strength, weapons racks after the fourth round will not adopt standardized Mortal Iron weapons. Rather, they will be specially crafted by Court Alchemists, their hardness and tenacity unparalleled, ensuring the weapons remain undamaged.]

[Clarke from the Narrow Sea still chose gauntlets and prepared a short sword for emergencies, still aiming to win with speed, the quickest method?]

[The nationalityless person, the dark horse slashing through several champion candidates in this edition of the competition, Gedre, merely casually chose a long sword.]

[The Clarke contestant appears very relaxed, blowing a kiss to the audience, wait... that appears to be a somewhat inappropriate gesture.]

[Gedre, on the other hand, is already furious.]

Mika's throat rolled, tomorrow is the final, Saleret will also be very tough today, make sure not to die.

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