Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation - Chapter 450 - 307: Hou Tu Transforms the Cycle of Reincarnation_2

Su Tian traveled to a world dominated by knights, where the “Knight Century” prevailed.

Knight Century is a virtual game that spans centuries.

The high-end players in the Knight Century are like stars, known to the world,

And the first Kamen Rider Su Tian got was Kiva!

However, Su Tian found that after he became a kiva, there seemed to be more memories of Hongdu in his mind.

Is this asking God to possess you? Pick up?

Su Tian, ​​who has the memories of the True Kamen Rider, finds that he is simply a dimensionality reduction blow in the knight century.

Not only that,

A series of Kamen Riders obtained later,

There are corresponding memories.

For example, the memory of the head of heaven with one hand pointing to the sky,

The memory of Master Qiao, who guards the dreams of others,

The memory of Wang Xiaoming passing by,

Memories of old Shogo who became the Demon King and so on…

Su Tian: “I just found a proxy, it’s really not cheating!”…

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