Sorry, I'm the behind-the-scenes boss passing by

The heavy rain that doesn't know when it will stop is washing the sky to its heart's content.and the gray city.

This is a dead world.

That's right, even a thing named "World" will die one day.

The sky is dead, the leaden clouds no longer flow.

The ocean is dead, and there is no wave in the turbid water.

The earth is also dead, and the gray-white agglomeration has replaced the fertile black soil and the tough loess, turning into lifeless cement.

Naturally, there is no life whatsoever.

Birds, mammals, reptiles, amphibians, primates...all creatures are extinct.

Even the dust is not on the turbulent ground, countless pale skeletons and shriveled corpses are harmoniously placed together.Those creatures who had many differences during their lifetime, after going to death together, sleep together like the best partners.

Empty, silent, there is no [life] here.Without motion, all matter tends to decay; time and space no longer exist.

Those things, at the moment of death in the world, have been in a mess and disappeared without a trace.

How lonely... such a world.But it is a pity that there are no creatures in this world who can sigh like this.

And now, those who are sighing among the ruins are not even living things.

His long gray hair was casually tied into a ponytail behind his head, and his face seemed real and unreal, but he couldn't see it clearly at all.Looking at the ruins, this tall, human-like unknown thing sighed, 【It's the wreckage of the world. 】

Of course, in this world where there is no sound, He naturally did not use language to lament all this... It can only be said that His will lamented all this.

He stretched out his hand—let's assume it was a hand, because it was actually nothing, and it could be anything, touching a dim ball of light suspended in front of him.But he who didn't put on the [shell] couldn't touch it, just touched it like touching a phantom.

【The truth of this world... is about to go out.It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a world that’s about to be destroyed. It’s rare and rare, and it’s hard to find it if you don’t look for it deliberately. 】

His will has no fluctuations.All this seemed to come as no surprise to Him.

【Um? 】

He folded his hands and looked at this dim light cluster called "The Truth of the World", suddenly feeling a little surprised.It seems that something unexpected happened.

For the world, death is irreversible. When they knew that this day was coming, all the intelligent creatures in this small world including three universes tried their best to change this process.

However, since it is a process, judging from the current "results", it is obvious that what they have done is useless.The decline of the world brings about the attenuation of all powers—spiritual power, magic power, aura, demon power... etc. All energies will gradually decay to nothing, and even the basic laws will be disordered. A lump of playdough (or a lot worse than that).

Like a wind-up toy, the moment the clockwork is finished, it loses its "power" and "life".

According to the normal situation, this world should start to distort after a while, and all the remaining "dead" matter will be swallowed by the dim [truth of the world] in front of him, and finally the "truth" will be annihilated into pure [law] and [Reason] That's right.

[But the truth of the world is not devouring everything left... Do you want to save something?Or do you not want to die? 】

The unknown figure folded its hands and commented on all this.

【Oh, so that's it,】He suddenly stretched out his hand—that hand has become a clear existence, and grabbed the light ball.In that dim light cluster, there is actually a bit of life!

[When this world dies, do you still want to continue living?What a rare and gentle world.Then I accept this unborn life, lest it perish with you. 】

He gently took out a drop of blue water from the light cluster.If there is no His existence, even if this world wants to continue, it will not be able to truly give birth to this life.

After all, this world is dead.

[It is really a color as beautiful as the ocean. 】

The unrecognizable thing looked at the drop of water, chuckled, and praised.

Born out of death... a new life?

Really interesting.

[Go to the new world, little guy. 】

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PS: A belated New Year's special.New life born from old things, I think Sixteen is really suitable for the theme of the New Year.

PS2: After many struggles... Sixteen I finally finished writing this story in the dark, and I can finally sleep.Soon the sky will dawn, and the new year will officially begin.What is the meaning of this story?Haha, think for yourself~(≧?≦)/

PS3: Digging a hole without end... Can it really be filled?

Act.12 The five-color team will die in the night of the witch ([-])

Act.12 The five-color team will die in the night of the witch ([-]) Is there too many flags for you... What can I do to save you!

Preparations for the battle are underway.

Moreover, they also locked the location of the target.The experienced Croren has already gone to investigate in advance. After he has detected the target clearly, he will come back to meet with them, and then form a team to push the boss.

I believe that their team with output, mt, healing and support is still very powerful in fighting bosses.

At this moment... where they stayed, in a not-so-small house, a few big men stayed together and did some weird things.

The old smoker was smoking in loneliness... Only beside him was Fly Blue (fly.blue), a vagabond, who was smoking with him and talking about topics that men could understand.

Derian, an excellent young man who can't smoke, stayed in the distance and watched the seniors talking about women with a depressed face. He didn't like the choking smell of tobacco.On the contrary, Luther's earnest performance by his side allowed him to find a little sense of security in his next actions.

Luther was looking at a map.The detailed map of the city obtained from the director was spread out on the simple wooden table made of paulownia in front of him, and a place on the map was circled by bright red paint.

173 Aixinde Street.

This is where the compass points, and this is where the goal is.

"Mr. Luthor, although we know where the other party is, we can't actually be sure who it is." Derian looked at the black compass, ignoring the pointer, just like a lump of black charcoal.

Luthor is thinking about how to use the surrounding terrain to maximize the weakening of the opponent and create traps, which is what he is best at.After hearing the young boy's words, he raised his head from the map and asked suspiciously, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Ah...I mean, it's an apartment there. There may not be only one target, but what about the other people besides the target? How to tell them apart?"

Derian asked with some embarrassment.

"Of course it is all excluded." Luther said as it should.

"If you don't know the target, let's exclude the people there. Anyway, the scope has been reduced to the limit, and the person who lives with that heretical magician is probably not a good person."

"How...is this possible?"

After hearing what the green-haired warlock said, Derian responded dryly after a while.

Luther glanced at him, continued to immerse himself in the study of the map, and continued, "Don't worry about diplomatic matters, we have already negotiated with the local government, and there are still casualty indicators within a certain range."

No, that's not what I want to ask!I mean how can normal people just let it go?

Derian wanted to say something at first, but remembering the normal expression of the green-haired warlock when he spoke, he swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

"You're still young, and you'll get used to this kind of thing after seeing it a lot. For the sake of Puritanism, it doesn't matter if you sacrifice a few ordinary people." The words Luthor said shattered the last trace of luck in the young magician's heart.

This is...the cruel magician.

At the same time, what the man named Mage Killer once said resurfaced in his mind...

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Crollen has already touched the vicinity of Tianhai's apartment.

Apparently, the compass given by Lola was quite useful, and indeed found out the location of the heretical magician named Edward Alexander.

"It's a very ordinary house... Hmph, I probably didn't expect anyone to find this place. There is no magic for defense or warning. It's as fragile as a piece of paper and can be torn apart."

The purple-haired executor sneered, "It's like an ordinary person living a comfortable life. Is the heart of a magician corrupted by ordinary life? It's so sad, so ridiculous, it makes people laugh out loud."

At this moment, the purple-haired executor was wearing a pitch-black windbreaker, without any color or conspicuous logo.The abdomen, wrists, face, and chest are all tied with the name "Holy Skeleton Cloth", which is actually a mass-produced defensive spiritual outfit. On his back is a stick-shaped stick wrapped in layers of cloth strips. living object.

There is no doubt that he is fully armed and does not have any markings on his body. Even if he fails, he will not cause any trouble to the forces behind him.The additional storage magic in the windbreaker also allows him to draw weapons from any place.

That being the case... A sinister light flashed in Croren's eyes, and a dark figure flashed towards the apartment.

Originally, he didn't intend to do anything... It's just that the apartment has not been enchanted with any defensive detection magic by that guy, which means that the target is now defenseless and it is a good time to attack.

Otherwise, maybe the other party remodels the house on a whim, and their team will be greatly threatened.In fact, this is the same as the magic workshop of the magicians in Xingyue World. Prepared magicians are equally difficult to kill.

He didn't want to attack a place that was protected by layers of magic, and he might encounter traps every step he took to fight with others!

"It seems that this time it will be very easy... Maybe it's time to take a good rest. Well, after finishing this task, I will quit my job as an executor and be a good father."

Under the cover of the holy shroud, the corners of Crollen's mouth curled up slightly, thinking of the little life in the womb of the woman in his family who did not yet have a wife.

"After careful calculation, my child should be born soon. Really, I should go back sooner."

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Aizen, who was studying an interesting magic in the room, raised his head and glanced out of the window, the brilliant colors in his eyes slowly dimming like a million-flower mirror.

"There are mice. But the captain is not here, so should I help?" With one hand on his chin, the handsome face without glasses was full of indifference and indifference, full of domineering and charm.

"Let's talk about the situation." Aizen read softly.

"Break it, Jinghuashuiyue."

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PS: Let’s count, how many flags (flags) are there on the purple-haired Croren?

PS2: This was originally an update yesterday... As a result, I fell asleep listening to ghosts and beasts at night on Sixteenth... That's why I didn't update until now...

PS3: The skirt number in this book: [-], Ocean Dessert Shop.You are welcome to join.

Act.13 The five-color team died in the night of the witch (finally) The man with the cursed gun

Act.13 The five-color team died in the night of the witch (finally) The man with the cursed gun

The gentle sunlight shone warmly on his body, which unexpectedly made people feel lazy.Therefore, today's routine trip was cancelled, although they were about to visit the city all over.

Edward and Joanne are both at home at the moment, happily playing ♀♀, which is in line with Crollen's guess, the future great lady wizard is immersed in pure love and cannot extricate herself, according to the point of view of the magician It's another form of depravity...

There is no one around the apartment now.When Tianhai picked up the apartment, he found that the neighborhood is quite quiet, so it is convenient for certain things to happen, even if someone is playing field battles here, they will not be found~

However, even if there were people, they would not be able to spot the very suspiciously dressed Croren.Because he has actually arranged a bunch of hidden magic on himself, which can be invisible, reduce the sense of existence, eliminate sound, eliminate odor, and even eliminate air fluctuations... This is what he calls the "Hidden Magic Group" 』The series of magic is the key for him to complete many assassination and infiltration missions.

Croren, who was fully equipped for murder and arson, sneaked into the apartment when someone hesitated.

At this moment...

Joanne sat at the desk, writing a diary quietly.Holding the pencil in the slender and white palm, he carefully recorded his daily life.Although this period of time was very ordinary, she was very happy, much happier than when she was running around with Edward before.

[I don’t know why people are so happy here, maybe Mr. Tianhai infected us.He treats us as partners very naturally, without prejudice or ulterior motives (Tianhai's bad taste is not counted, referring to his "interest" in the two of them), and he has always looked like a spring breeze. 】

Joanne wrote, with a smile on her lips.

【Ed is also having a good time... She should also like the feeling of companions and friends.But I don't know why, Mr. Tianhai is not at home recently, and he is a little deserted. 】

As for Aizan, Joanne got along well with a man with a sunny smile on his face, but Edward was very bad. Maybe this is the so-called incompatibility.Joanne could feel that although he couldn't see Aizen's heart clearly, he was actually a very principled person, even though this principle might not be accepted by most people.

However, just when she wanted to continue to write, she suddenly turned her head and shouted at the air not far from her, "Who is it?!"

No response, as it should be.

But Joanne quietly pressed a small jewelry hidden on her body. This is a trigger magic item set by Edward. Just press and hold to activate the magic inside and notify Edward to rescue her in danger.

Yes, Edward was not with her now, but alone in the room.

(Intense malice... This is the tendentious dark blue malice that only a magician can have! No, Mr. Aizen may also be in danger!)

Thinking of this, she stood up from her chair, worried about Aizen who was just an ordinary person.But the next moment——

A steel gun engraved with countless mantras suddenly protruded from the void, and pierced Joanne's chest with an aura that pierced everything!

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When Croren sneaked into the apartment, relying on the perception of magic, he immediately locked a room, because only that one place could sense the fluctuation of magic.

As for Aizen, he is also studying magic... His Kyokazuki opened the moment the "mouse" came in, and a character like Croren doesn't yet have the ability to break through Kyokosuki's five senses.

As expected, Crollen touched Edward's room and sneaked behind Joanne.

In his opinion, in this room full of magical fluctuations, this magical woman in spiritual costume with a lot of disguised accessories is undoubtedly the target.As for whether he would make a mistake, he didn't have this idea. Anyway, he just needs to clear all the people here!

Although he was very surprised that the so-called "heretical magician" was actually a woman who looked weak and abnormal, but he did not let down his vigilance.

As the saying goes, in martial arts, the elderly, children and women should not be underestimated.The same is true in the world of magic, because in the world of magicians, it is only ruthless characters who can get along well with the identity of a woman, and they cannot be weak - of course, the guy who acts as a strong RBQ to get blessings does not need to be mentioned up.

But Edward Alexander couldn't be that kind of guy.

So, he decided to make a move...

But to his surprise, this woman discovered his existence very vigilantly. You must know that he is in a hidden state now. The top bishop once praised him as "already very clever under the Pope". Are you worthy of being Edward Alexander?

However, there are too many flaws!