The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

B-Class Force Field Awakeners are just so unreasonable.


Qing Chen said, "I'll pilot the Radiant Trumpet to complete the life and death trial. You stay on the Arctic and help them stabilize the ship. Wait for me to come back."


Yanyan asked with a smile, "What if you can't come back? Let me ask you one last question. Everyone says that a Knight's life is about pursuing limits, so where do you think a Knight's limits lie?"


Qing Chen turned around and answered with a smile, "In the heart of a Knight."


With that, Yanyan smiled and flew away from the Radiant Trumpet, "Now I believe you can survive. You don't need to swim back though; I'll come to pick you up."


"Alright," Qing Chen entered the cockpit, and the Radiant Trumpet slowly started to move.


The dazzling luxury yacht, facing the tide of darkness, looked like a giant holding a banner of brilliant light, launching a mortal's charge towards the end of the world and the Dark Kingdom, all alone.


412, The Knight's Limit_3