Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Canary was silent for a long time before speaking slowly.

"...It is because I know that I will come to you."

"To deny the way without accepting it is the folly of human beings."

Dystopian said.

"But I won't blame you for your stupidity, I will protect you, even if I have to fight you before that. Come on, challenger, representative, only in the capacity of the final trial of mankind, "Dystopia" admits Your correctness, prove your correctness with the behavior that crosses this trial! "

"I will."

The Canary knew that a dystopian attack was coming.

Sure enough, in an instant, the Demon King Lingge, the final trial of mankind, shone with twilight.

Endless fragments of worlds and civilizations, like a rushing river, shroud the canary in it.

Existing in it are human beings, and other races cannot enter.

Burning, killing and looting; encroachment and oppression; class differentiation;

The blonde girl did not close her eyes, and calmly engraved those miserable images into her mind.

The mouth is a silent communication, and the poetry of Acura's courage, wisdom, and evolution, bit by bit, strips the positive concept from the negative effects of the many stars.

At this very tense moment, I don't know if it was Canary's auditory hallucinations, and a soft sigh murmured into my ears.

"Human right and wrong... are trivial."

The girl looked up.

The strange space of civilization flows, and black snowflakes fall.

Chapter [-]: Human Possibilities Are Only Worthy To Tremble Under The Stars And The Darkness

Incredible black snowflakes fell in distinct and dense pieces.

Their shape is not the hexagonal shape of an ordinary snowflake.

Irregular like stardust, shining with a dark and sublime light.

Attracted by those psychedelic lights, Canary almost forgot that he was on the way to the final trial of the ultimate human race.

But after all, she was a hero and a poet, and the blonde girl immediately reacted, thinking it was a dystopian trick, holding a cane in both hands to be extra vigilant, and the Acura in her mouth did not stop at all.

Until a warm palm covers the top of her head.

To be honest, Canary was startled at that moment, and sweat broke out from her back.

As a result, when she waited for a familiar face to appear, her constricted pupils relaxed slightly.

A handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes, an impossible demon king, and the ultimate trial of mankind, "All phenomena are useless" is presented in this world that has been pulled into the sphere of authority by dystopia.

"Human right and wrong are boring and irrelevant."

Rope walked to Canary with a smile, and said to the dystopian demon king like a small talk.

"Humans always arrogantly and arrogantly equate themselves with the whole world, but they don't know that as a parasite of the planet, birth or extinction, detachment or death are insignificant to the planet and the universe itself. Forging the path of evolution with blood, or realizing a utopian life, is just a fantasy of racial self-satisfaction."

"Don't delusionally think about conquering the universe and nature. Man must conquer the sky is the funniest joke. Assimilation is the main theme of survival. Let's survive in a humble way, ancient times or the future, the truth only exists here."

Black snowflakes eat the dystopian spirit.

In just a short dozen seconds, the fragmented space that symbolized the torrent of human civilization was not left with the scum that was denied by "Vientiane is useless".

The poems sung by the canaries are also lost in the invisible.

The sky of Hakoniwa's five-figure west district is re-presented.

Canary fell to her knees, gasping for breath, sweat oozing from her forehead.

The backlash of the poems, even her poet as an Acura, could not fully digest, and the body and spirit suffered a ton of blows.

"Vientiane is useless... my lord."

The blond girl leaned on a cane and forced herself to stand up.

"Why are you here..."

Although the Great Demon King in front of her has a good relationship with her, the long-term experience of cultivation makes Canary always associate things with the worst aspects.

That would really be the end of the line.

"Why am I here?"

The dark-haired youth looked down at the tired canary who was bent over.

"I thought that with your intelligence and memory, it shouldn't be difficult to judge why I'm here. Or do I overestimate your memory?"

Hearing this, Canary raised her head abruptly, her eyes full of wonder.

"What you mean is, are you... willing to take action against dystopia?"

"Apart from that, is there any reason for me to appear in front of dystopia? Humans must come to the bread on the plate to eat."

Rope gracefully took out the handkerchief from his jacket pocket and threw it to the canary.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your chance to show off. After my plan at the upper level is over, I will take over the dystopia next. If you have any objections, keep your mouth shut, so as not to make me feel unhappy."