Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

Chapter 777: Chapter 389: My Name Is... Baiyi!

Demon Realm.

Clang clang clang...

The blade light fiercely cut through, as Alex cleared enemy after enemy on his path.

His gaze was fierce beyond compare, and the blade in his hand transformed from a bone blade to a special type of steel blade.

In actuality, this was also a type of bone blade, only that the materials used in its making were quite unique.

It was a metal extracted by Alex from a special race that nearly killed him, infusing it with exoskeleton and his sword intent, finally becoming his exclusive weapon.

Clang~

With the final slash, the opponent before him was cleaved in two, surrounded by blood and shattered earth.

Blade marks spread throughout this space.

Drip.. drip...

The peculiar dark clouds in the sky began to drizzle.

Alex paid no heed, turning and walking into the night.

This war was with the Human Race, a unique race that appeared very early, they were a naturally born race.

Within ten thousand years they had secured a foothold in this wild land, and began expanding outward.

Their astounding reproductive ability and astonishing talent made the Human Race seem like cockroaches of modern society in this barbaric era, despised by other races.

After all, the population of the Human Race easily exceeded the resource limits of their territories, making expansion inevitable.

Furthermore, during this period, the Human Race, each with extraordinary aptitude, this kind of expansion led to unending wars.

And this was one of the wars between the Human Race and the Bone Spirit Race, where Alex was slaughtering a royal city of a human faction.

Their king was cut in half, yet his legs remained standing on the earth, and his upper body collapsed in the mud, striving to reach a longsword that had already been severed.

Woo woo... step...

Some faint noises vanished in the rainy night.

Yet they made the blood-soaked being halt his steps.

Whoosh whoosh...

The rain poured harder.

It quickly transformed into a downpour, washing away the bloodstains on Alex.

He turned silently, the blade slightly tilted, looking at a wild yet somewhat elegant building amidst the broken city.

The strongest here was a Sword Saint.

Very strong.

About half of the slash marks around were the Sword Saint’s handiwork.

Yet, in this barbaric era, whether swordsmanship or blade technique.

They were still in their infancy.

The six major professions, various minor professions, were only recorded and organized after gods appeared and major powers began ruling Xia.

So even though the level difference between Alex and the Sword Saint wasn’t that great, his exceptional talent and overwhelming weapon still brought him the final victory.

Step step...

He walked towards the ruins of that building.

Woo woo...

Perhaps his footsteps were too loud, the sobbing in the ruins became extremely suppressed, yet in the ears of a High-Tier Legendary, such soft sobs were still crystal clear.

Step step...

Alex neared silently, feeling some exhaustion in his body, his scarlet eyes devoid of emotion, slowly raising the long blade in his hand.

Boom!

At this moment.

A bolt of lightning cracked the sky, the thunder that followed roared angrily, seemingly condemning the tragedy unfolding on earth.

The stench of blood grew ever more intense.

Yet Alex halted his action at this moment.

The indifference in his eyes was somewhat shattered.

Alex enjoyed collecting the memories of various races, and after witnessing the goblins’ despicability, the elves’ elegance, and the beastmen’s brutality, he liked the treachery and certain morals of the Human Race even more.

This was the reason why, even though Alex had no fondness for the Bone Spirit Race, he still offered help when they were at a disadvantage in the war against the Human Race to eliminate the greatest threat.

The influence of the Human Race on Alex was significant, even if this period’s Human Race was deeply disliked by other races, Alex did not share this sentiment.

His growth embraces all, his sword intent also encompassed everything.

Alex raised his long blade and looked through the gaps in the ruins at a little girl, clothed in ragged animal skins, whose eyes were full of fear, and face covered with grime.

For a long while.

He lowered his blade, turned away, stepping into the rainy night.

The fear in the little girl’s eyes turned into a trace of confusion. She neither swore nor understood why this monster spared her, but she knew that this time she seemed not destined to die.

She desperately dug an escape path in the rain, quickly running into the dark.

Step step...

About thirty minutes later.

Alex returned here once more.

Clang~

A sharp blade’s call sounded.

Alex relaxed his thoughts, glanced back once, then disappeared into the rainy night again.

In the direction he looked.

The little girl, who survived the calamity hiding under a corpse, her eyes began to fill with an overwhelming emotion—hatred, hatred for the extinction of her kin, yet she dared make no move.

The legacy continued, Alex’s life remained unchanged, practicing the blade, challenging the strong, war, cultivation.

The feeble will in Alex’s mind couldn’t hinder any of these, he could only follow the script relentlessly.

Ten years, a hundred years.

In Xia, where the rules were still strengthening, where there were no gods, and paths were not perfect, time held no meaning here.

They were existences probing across the river; their growth was like the geniuses of the Dark Era, only the difference being.

Geniuses of the Dark Era could only grow a bit after the world recovered a bit.

Whereas they, through their own constant enhancing, also perfected the rules, allowing the world to grow bit by bit.