Magic Girl Linn's Wonderful Adventure

I didn't expect that as soon as I got close to Tarot, what came from all around was a fake of eight stripes. Hundreds of shots were like a rain of arrows. In this world, I could even strengthen my ability like this. Lin was surprised at Tarot's strength again.

"Haha, I am just like another you who has your" information ", but your power can only be developed according to the limitation of props, but my" blood "is different."

As Tarot said, after eating Lin's blood, he had an absolute grasp of Lin's attack actions and habits, and the eight patterns created by "blood" were better than those created by Lin. compared with his brother Huang Suo, Tarot's "blood" was obviously superior to his power.

"As long as you get more information, your chances of winning will be smaller. From the time you met me, you were doomed to fail. Fate is such a cruel reality."

Every time the two men's swords flashed, Lin would always be scratched, and the blood from these wounds became Tarot's "information". But although Lin was in the downwind, he was still not timid. For a long time... It made Tarot feel strange.

"Do you... Think you can win me by acting recklessly? But it doesn't matter. Although I haven't seen the power of your sword, the information obtained from your blood is the last. As long as I drink this drop of blood, it's not only the sword, but all your information is in my hand... Hmm? "

Just after Tarot drank a drop of blood left on his finger, his face changed greatly. The memory in his mind was as deep as the sea. Not only the memory of Tianzhao III swept his mind like a storm, but also the memory of BaWen made him unable to make a clear interpretation, and his surprised eyes were also reflected in Lin's figure.

"How? Are you in control? Can you really get a person's growth just by the information you read from your blood? Can you really understand the story of BaWen? You who can't understand them don't even have the qualification to control them! "

The eight veins of blood, which used to stand around them like a weapon grave, now resonate with Lin's words. She puts the zero sword in front of her and raises her hand... The gesture of holding the sword makes these weapons turn into a whirlwind and gather in her hand.

"Well! The sword of Otis, don't think that kind of thing can really be useful to me, let my blood zero sword let you taste the reality of defeat

The zero sword of blood - as soon as he said it, the shape of the sword immediately came into his hand. The strong pressure changed the atmosphere of the island in a moment. The strong evil of blood sent out overwhelming energy, and the awe inspiring momentum seemed to be swallowed by it.

"Otis' trial is over!"

Tarot wields his sword with all his strength, and the bloody meteor goes straight to Lin, but Lin does not flinch. He holds the sword in both hands... His eyes are fixed on the approaching blood wave. With the same action of wielding the sword, Otis' sword and blood wave have an impact.

"... this zero sword is that Titus entrusts that person's courage to me, so that I can face all challenges bravely in front of that person, so I will never yield to the fate you decide."

"That's why you lose to fate! Disappear for me

When the brilliance of blood and gold covered the whole field, the blood city also shook violently because of the impact

Blood tattoo practice - the foreboding of dawn in the final chapter

Men understand that there is tenderness in the world that does not need to be destroyed and rebuilt. However, the moment of seeing the light again is the time to end everything.

Dior, who is on ray ohart, is a blank in his mind when he learns that the blood spirit guard can't help his sister. He seems to be more desperate when he thinks he can find a way.

"Brother..."

At this time, the lost Melissa regained consciousness. Her eyes looked at Dior, and she also showed a smile that impressed Dior in the past.

"Let's become bloodstains together. We don't need to feel pain for the curse. In the past, our ancestors were discriminated against by various countries because of the curse. What we should do is revenge for them. As long as we rebuild the world order, bloodstains will no longer be excluded... My brother can live in this world as an" ordinary person. ", We don't have to work so hard to find a way to lift the curse at the risk of being rejected by human beings. "

"But... This method is also... Even the father and the empress also..."

"As long as the power of blood lines can be stabilized, the emperor and his mother can be reborn with blood lines! Otherwise, they will not live long at all... "

Maybe what Melissa said has a great influence on Dior, but he can feel that most human beings are dead, and even his parents have become a part of the blood city. Because of the curse of blood lines, too many people are afraid of the royal blood. Even so... Some people are willing to give gentleness to those who bear the curse.

"No, your thinking is only affected by the resentment of blood lines. Come to think of it! About belotti! Isn't she just a normal person? Isn't she willing to open her heart to Xuewen? "

Betty... The name has caused Melissa a lot of memories. It's true that even though this person knew the curse, he still didn't have the fear of the brothers and sisters.

She groped for the memories in silence, but leohart began to walk towards Dior.

"Wearing a bracelet, you can make your future blood away from the curse of blood lines forever. It's stupid to come here, because you can't do anything. Since you can't be a companion... Then you are the enemy."

"... damn, i... I..."

Dior can't help his sister, but he can't choose to fight. Looking at him like this, leohart clenches his blood to make a spear

"Hum, your so-called determination is nothing more than that... Anyway, as long as you can't act, you can fulfill the dream of my blood tattoo clan."

"Mr. roehart, wait..."

On hearing this, Melissa also looked at leohart with surprised eyes. She wanted to reach out and hold him, but she couldn't move because her whole body seemed to be bound, and the soft voice that she had been used to was also heard in her ears.

"Melissa, soon... I'll let your brother be like you, carrying the curse of us and turning into a blood tattoo clan."

Seeing leiohart walk towards himself slowly, Dior is ready to fight back, but he doesn't know where to start because of his hesitation.

"Damn it

That pressure from the beginning of Dior breathless sense of oppression, and finally let him decide to attack no longer think.

The fist that clenches with all one's strength pours at leiohardt but empties. After looking at the target that disappears suddenly, the palm that covers the whole line of sight comes into the eyes again.

"What?"

With an expression of surprise, this hand grabbed his face and pushed it down mercilessly. Dior, who hit the ground, not only brought him severe pain because of the strong impact, but also reflected the figure of ray Earhart again because of his body rebound.

One after another, Dior spat out blood with heavy kicks in the air. He was kicked on the ground, because of the severe pain, he didn't even have the strength to get up.

"Can't move? It looks like you're done with it

Leo Hart's face is expressionless, but his words seem to be ironic. He grabs Dior's hair in one hand, holds up the "Suo ti" and turns his indifferent eyes to the eyes that can hardly be opened because of the pain, which proves that there is too much gap between them.

The silence didn't reduce Dior's sense of fear. His weak eyes couldn't concentrate at all, and his mind was full of ideas about whether to give up. After all, he couldn't win the enemy in front of him, even if he really won, he couldn't save his sister.

"Eh?"

As he looked to the jade seat where Melissa should have been sitting, he found that it was empty.

"Ray... Mr. Earhart... Don't do this to my brother..."

It was a thin but weak hand, gently grasping leohart's clothes. Every word from her mouth seemed to be imploring. It was absolutely different from Melissa, who had invited Dior to become a blood tattoo.

"Why? Isn't that what you expect? "

"No... I... Hope my brother can be with you, so that he won't be rejected by others, but... But... If my brother can live like ordinary people without suffering from the curse..."

As a girl who is both a resident body and too weak in constitution, she seems to be unable to stand steadily after breaking through the shackles of leohart. However, her real desire lies in her tight grip on her clothes.

"Brother... In order to find a way to save me, he ventured into the crowd. He thought about everything for me... But I couldn't do anything for him, so..."

"So Otis' consciousness tells you that as long as you liberate and become the host of blood lines, let them change the world, retaliate against the people who reject you, let them be punished by despair, and create a better world, your brother will not have to fight for his own illness, but also live like ordinary people, right?"

Leo Hart seems to follow Melissa's words and slowly put down Dior, while Melissa nods

"It's true that your brother is trying to save you, but he doesn't agree with us because he feels that there is a" tenderness "in the world that doesn't need to be destroyed. Maybe he doesn't understand it, but..."

The "tenderness" from roehart's mouth made Dior's mind flash again with the figure of belotti. For roehart, he had met such tenderness, so after his rebirth, his original purpose was not to control the world with blood lines.

"Mmm... MMM!"

All of a sudden, Melissa holds her head tightly, the whole blood city shaking violently also makes the structure of the city begin to crack, and Dior also takes the opportunity to break away from the hand of ray ohart.

"Melissa!"

"Don't come here."

He looks at Melissa in pain, but because ray ohart raises his blood spear, he can't get close to her, and the silent confrontation seems to unfold indefinitely

At the same time, meidinuoer, who was staying at Alicia and belotti, felt the shaking of blood city, and his face also showed a very unhappy expression.