The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

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"Father"

He was a little dazed and called softly.

That voice was a little too light.

It's so light, as if it's afraid that something will startle away.

however

--no respond.

The smiling silver-haired old man fell into a strange and quiet silence.

Like a puppet that has run out of clockwork, the expression on his face quickly melted and became as cold as ice.

In Su Shu's vision.

Fresh blood is slowly oozing from Vortigern's seven orifices.

The figure of the silver-haired old man collapsed like a mass of ashes, like a clay pot washed by the tide, leaving no trace.

"Father?!"

Su Shu stood up abruptly.

Suddenly.

The light dimmed vaguely.

The clouds were gloomy, and the sun was sinking.

As if, it changed from noon to dusk in an instant.

Outside the window, the originally bright and clear sunlight in the sky was covered by a layer of gray and gloomy clouds, so a foggy and sickly light was projected into the bedroom.

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

Su Shu turned around in a daze.

Looking behind, the dim daylight.

However, he did not see the sun.

Because dusk has turned into night.

Under the dark night.

The burly, silver-haired old man held a wooden sword in his hand, and stood in front of him with a stagnant expression, as if with some compassion.

Su Shu stood on the sword training ground in a daze.

In front of him was a broken wooden sword.

His sword broke.

However, he won.

Because, at the age of only eight, he withstood his father's attacks for ten rounds with his superb swordsmanship—he proved his determination to protect himself.

Standing in the dark night.

The silver-haired old man was silent for a long time, and finally just let out a faint sigh.

"NS

Erwen, as long as you are a father, there is nothing to teach you about swordsmanship. You can explore by yourself what kind of path you want to take in the future. "

"Father"

The silver-haired boy walked forward.

His pace began to quicken.

He ran.

He staggered and fell to the ground, but he didn't care about the dust on his face, and immediately got up on the ground with his hands and feet, and started to run wildly forward.

"Dad!"

however

No matter how he runs wildly.

No matter how hard he tried, he tried in vain to catch up.

Vortigern's figure gradually drifted away, and the twilight of the night was not as lonely as the old man's back.

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

The wind is dying.

Everything around seems to have become bleak.

Su Shu's pace gradually slowed down.

On his side, slowly flickering and flowing, like a little bit of light like a firefly.

The boy's figure also began to grow.

on the move.

The boy has grown into a young man who can stand alone.

Su Shu seemed to remember something.

Thinking about it in a trance - he stayed at Londinium

"Alvin"

The silver-haired old man surrounded by dim fluorescent lights stood in front of him, with his back turned to him.

The old man's voice was like a swaying embers.

"Alvin, this world wants us to be slaughtered, to die."

"die".

The silver-haired youth muttered the word in a daze.

The silver-haired old man with his back turned in front of him began to swell and change.

He grew sharp wings.

He has grown sharp claws.

Around Vortigern, black figures with scribbled angry expressions appeared. They brandished all kinds of weapons and made all kinds of cursing sounds.

Those distorted, resentful expressions.

Like graffiti, it was painted on people's faces with blood-colored paint.

Tick.

Tick, tick, tick

Su Shu raised his face.

A drop of rain fell on his face.

He stood on the top of the castle, and the dripping rain began to fall, but it was thick red like blood.

It's like the whole world is bleeding.

throat--

The white dragon of Britain let out its final roar, fluttered its wings and flew high, and its towering and burly dragon body rushed straight towards the sky.

"Daddy!!!"

The silver-haired young man subconsciously shouted and stretched out his hand.

The next moment-

Regardless of the sound of rain or cursing.

The noisy sound suddenly stopped.

The falling rain of blood suddenly stopped.

To be precise, the whole world... has come to a standstill.

Like a movie, someone suddenly pressed the pause button.

For a moment, everything was silent, and all the noise stopped abruptly.

The silver-haired young man stood blankly on the top of the castle, as if he was suddenly thrown into a paused silent movie, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of anger.

Those cursing figures, like a demagnetized hard drive, became blurred, distorted, and chaotic.

The pictures in all directions began to fold and shrink, as if a playboy was playing with a paper puppet model

In the bright firelight.

Su Shu lowered his gaze in a daze.

In his increasingly clear vision, he saw

flame.

The fire in the fireplace was crackling and burning.

No longer a teenager.

The silver-haired youth stood silently in the bedroom.

His body was covered with that pair of pitch-black armor.

However, the tragic injury that engulfed half of his chest has all disappeared.

It seems to have a feeling.