Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

It turned out to be like this, and that's why Zheng Yi was always reluctant to tell me what loneliness is - Li Bai's little head came up with such an idea.

Because she understands that loneliness, once you understand it for the first time, you will be entangled with it for the rest of your life, every moment, it will wait for an opportunity to take away something from you.

Like a shadow... like a destiny.

Can't escape, can't hide.

For little Li Bai, from birth, she was instilled with the meaning of existence named "No. 68", and after her death, she was bound to the meaning of existence as a holy god.

Only in Zheng Yi's place is it different.

Li Bai was the result of No. 68's first attempt to make an independent decision.

Zheng Yi never told Li Bai what kind of meaning she should bear in life, but she never made Li Bai feel that she was not needed.

At the very beginning, Li Bai was inevitably a little scared. She was afraid that such a Zheng Yi would abandon her, because Zheng Yi never asked her to do anything, and never ordered her what to do.

Zheng Yi always only let Li Bai decide for himself.

But as time passed, Li Bai began to understand that it was not Zheng Yi who was strange.

is her.

Li Bai is different from the lovely Xiao Xin.

Li Bai is different from the gentle ice lemon.

Li Bai is different from everyone else...

A dream is something that will wake up one day.

When he heard Ace's voice and those familiar voices of resentment, Li Bai decided to go back and meet his own destiny.

It's just that when he really fell into fate again, Li Bai found that he not only liked the glorious world with Zheng Yi more.

Even the darkness was unknowingly tainted with Zheng Yi's flavor.

There were no voices of spite and fear, no chattering curses, no orders from anyone.

Zheng Yi's darkness is the night when he sleeps peacefully beside Zheng Yi.

Gentle wind, tranquility, Zheng Yi's warmth in the palm of his hand, but he is not helpless in the darkness with his eyes closed.

No matter what kind of anxiety and pain you find, as long as you hold the warmth in your palm tightly, you will definitely find Zheng Yi's tenderness.

That is Li Bai's beacon in the dark.

That is the darkness that belongs to Zheng Yi that Li Bai is greedy for now.

[It's just that Li Bai... No, after the 68th, it can only be the 68th...]

[No, child. 】

A voice sounded.

The voice was mixed in the noise, a little inconspicuous, but Li Bai still heard it.

That was Ace's voice.

[From today, you are no longer number 68. 】

【Li Bai...a very good name, what a pity, I thought about giving you a name.But now, I probably don't have the qualifications... I'm sorry, I'm old and always love to nag. 】

【Okay, look up, Li Bai. 】

Following Ace's voice, Li Bai raised his head subconsciously.

In the dark, it doesn't really matter whether you open your eyes or not. Even if you open your eyes perceptually, you still see endless darkness.

But at this moment, something completely different appeared in Li Bai's darkness!

【He is here to pick you up. 】

It is enough to dispel the evil of human nature that has settled around it, a purer and deeper darkness.

It is so fascinating and so familiar.

Li Bai lost his mind, subconsciously, as usual, stretched out his palm there in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

— warm, powerful, yet soft.

Something tightly and gently wrapped Li Bai's small palm.

Immediately afterwards, a force tugged Li Bai's petite body, dragged her away from the noise, and dragged her into the completely different darkness.

Li Bai heard the only voice——

-

"Woo, woo! Why, why is Valeria in your hands!"

The body of the holy god began to undergo drastic changes, with various faces constantly protruding from the body and the skin. The body that was originally as magnificent as a god now looks like an evil ghost that is no different from Zheng Yi.

Every protruding face is speaking intermittently in a howling manner.

Before Zheng Yi could answer, the Holy Spirit made a manic voice again.

"I got it... Ace! That bitch, the traitor! He actually did it for that number 68—"

"To shut up."

Zheng Yi's left fist suddenly grabbed the struggling face, and his fingers dug deeply into the facial features of that face, like a tiger trying to bite its prey, Zheng Yi opened his sharp mouthparts.

"I'll say it again, she's not some 68, that kid has a nice name."

As if grabbing something from the body of the Holy God, Zheng Yi suddenly pulled out the right arm that had been dug into the head of the Holy God——

"Her name is Li Bai!"

PS:

Fourth more

End

Second time!

never let go

Awaken, sleeping soul

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As Zheng Yi's arm was pulled away from the head of the holy god, the huge beam of light that had shot up into the sky began to become distorted, and the original straight posture disappeared, as if it would collapse in the next moment.

But Zheng Yi's palm was much more lively than a second ago.

Emerald-like emerald green, thick and solid brown-yellow, burning red, warm and desolate dark blue.

Four different rays of light condensed on Zheng Yi's fist. They gathered together and slowly circled around Zheng Yi's fist, like stars guarding the moonlight.

Holding Guanghui tightly, Zheng Yi suddenly took a step back to open the distance between him and the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit didn't pursue Zheng Yi, or it could be said that he didn't have such leeway at all.

Unlike before, who could regenerate and recover in a blink of an eye every time he was hit by Zheng Yi, this time the body of the Holy Spirit did not immediately repair those shocking wounds.

Especially the huge hollow in the cranial cavity that almost hollowed out the entire head, the tentacle-like thing emitting white light swayed along the edge of the hollow, as if to repair this defect that completely took away the original beautiful face.

"Wow ah ah-"

Holy God's hands gripped both sides of his head, as if he wanted to tear his head apart to the sides, or crush it inward, scratching, pulling, squeezing, using everything.

It was as manic and impatient as a wild beast that was about to devour the flesh and blood of its prey.

On the body of the holy god, one after another human faces extended from the flesh and blood.

There are men, women, old and young, all kinds of races and different appearances. The human faces are shot out from almost every inch of the skin of the holy god. After pulling a long or short distance, they open their mouth like a membrane. Make roars and howls with different sounds.

That kind of hoarseness of the old man, full of vitality of the young and strong, and sharp, heart-piercing and hysterical noise of the young child, ordinary creatures may die on the spot just by hearing it, the overlapping sound waves push away the waves, shaking The fragmented wreckage of the island.

Seen from a distance, it looks like the evil spirits in hell are pulling at the closed door, trying to escape the end of the dead, and re-appeal their resentment and unwillingness to the world of the living.

And the glorious body of the Holy Spirit is the door to hell that is about to open.

"Ace—betrayer! You—"

In the uneven wails and roars, the leader's voice was mixed in. At this time, he neither had the initial calmness that seemed to be unmoved by anything, nor did he have the triumphant joy and bad taste during the battle. Just a bit of assimilated hatred and pain.

Zheng Yi didn't pay attention to the Holy Spirit. He retracted his fist, looked at the four-color light that began to speed up and circled above, and stretched out his five fingers, revealing the tightly clenched things in his fist.

It was a clear light, and its almost transparent color made it a bit inconspicuous compared with the surrounding four-color brilliance, but in Zheng Yi's eyes, it was an irreplaceable center.

Immediately afterwards, in the whirling radiance, a dark blue halo suddenly moved, dragging the two colors of crimson and brown-yellow to converge towards the clear spot of light, only the green radiance was gently touched by the first three at the same time. Pushed it out and landed on Zheng Yi's chest.

【Thank you, Successor of Darkness. 】

Zheng Yi watched the three colors of yellow, red and blue blending in the transparent light spots. In an instant, countless diverse colors began to bloom, just like flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains in an empty world.

[Are you crying, Zheng Yi?If soldiers shed tears for guys like us, even the tears will become worthless. 】

There was a teasing smile in Ace's voice, this was the first time Zheng Yi had heard his laughter since seeing this man.

【However... you are so gentle, you are willing to shed tears even for a guy like us, maybe you are the most gentle in the world. 】

[In this way, if Li Bai and Valeria can be handed over to you, Sarutobi, Liu and I can honestly do what we should do. 】

【Relax, this is not atonement. Our sins have long since lost the scope for atonement.Today's road is nothing more than a promise made by us old men who are afraid of loneliness when we were young. 】

【After this, AGITO and the fate of mankind will be left to you, Zheng Yi. 】

Ace's voice gradually faded away, and the gathered brilliance finally came to the most dazzling moment.

The condensed spots of light burst out with iridescent splendor.

These soft but bright rays of light lingered around Zheng Yi's body, and then hooked Valeria who was dangling, and quietly got into the scarlet inverted triangle crystal on Zheng Yi's chest.

The vision disappeared, as if nothing earth-shattering had ever happened. In front of Zheng Yi, there was only the painful Holy Spirit and the endless dark clouds in the sky.

It seems that the short time when Zheng Yi didn't chase after him made the Holy God calm down a bit. Although he was still trembling all over, his body was twisted with his hands holding his head, and even the beam of light finally collapsed, but at least the Holy God was no longer alive. Another face protrudes.

Zheng Yi silently watched the struggle of the Holy Spirit. He was never merciful to the enemy in battle, but he rarely chose to take advantage of his illness to kill him at this time.

Trying to break off his palms from his head, Holy Spirit's body was still trembling, but most of the hole in his head had been repaired, at least Zheng Yi could find his twisted facial features.