because i am stel

——Why should she?What did she rely on to defeat me! ?

——Why would she involve so many innocent people for such a ridiculous reason! ?

"You really let me down, Tallulah." Shirtel's pupils shrank slightly. "I thought you would grow into a better person after getting rid of that talkative snake. I thought that with that Enlafia by your side, you drake wouldn't stray from your path. But now You let me down."

The strength stored on Levantine tripled under this blow.The vaguely dark red silhouette of a giant flashed over the battlefield.The air was ripped apart, burned, the ground was shattered, groundwater, natural gas, and thousands of tons of construction debris were pulled out of the ground with impunity and thrown in any direction around.And at the end of the sword, a figure wrapped in Drake's flame crashed into a building like a meteor flying backwards.

The building was pierced, and lines of flames extended from one side of the building to the other.Then the second building also continued the fate of the previous building.And then the third, the fourth.It wasn't until the fifth building was covered with cracks like a spider web that the dragon girl who was directly hit by Lewandine barely stabilized her figure—her whole body was cracked, blood overflowed from countless wounds, and then squeezed back under unknown force They were all healed at the same place—but the will of the giant had already reached the sky above the fifth building.

And so the fifth building crumbled.

As if the sky was pouring down, the solid building was squeezed and twisted like fragile building blocks, like beaten clay, like twisted rags-the silhouette of the giant was solidified, while the flames and uncontrolled forces It can turn the industrial achievements of this mortal thing into waste soil.

Buildings collapsed like mountains collapsed.

The ruins and heavy pressure of the mountains prevented Drake from regrouping—she was ruthlessly pressed to the ground by hundreds of thousands of tons of construction waste and the hands of faceless giants.Except for the sword still held in his hand and the lips and tongue that were deliberately relaxed, no tendons could move.

"I'll give you one last chance."

And Shirtel's figure appeared in front of her - the flaming Sakaz was expressionless.There is only flame in the erect pupils.Her skirt danced lightly, and the moment her black boots touched the ground, the ground under her feet turned into lava.And the pool of flames immediately expanded to the surroundings, and the high heat that even a true dragon could not take lightly gathered in her breath, like the accumulation of a volcano.

"Put down your sword and go to Rhodes Island with me. I will try to cure your arrogance and madness. And for those people who suffered innocently because of your atrocities and your followers. You will spend the rest of your life to atone for this sin .”

There was no ups and downs in the tone of the girl with flaming hair, and there was no change in the light in her eyes.

"But it is indeed my responsibility for you to change into this appearance. If I could have stayed by your side for a longer period of time, if I hadn't taught you those unrealistic ideas. Perhaps the current you It will not be like this - I will accompany you on your journey of redemption. Until that all pays off with the new age that must come, I will make sure that you do not go astray a second time."

She repeated again.

"Put down the sword."

But the white-haired dragon girl was laughing.

"Look, what a huge power you hold. There is no second human being as powerful and unrivaled as you in this world. And you are even continuing to become stronger, every moment, every moment, Every minute, every second. You're getting stronger than you were before."

"The integration movement, which was regarded as the banner of the infected, fell apart when it heard the news that it was going to be your enemy. Bojokasti, who never backed down and compromised, and the horror legend on the frozen soil, will honestly tell you in front of you. Reason rather than stubbornness. Rulers fear you, calling you a demon, a demon god. Heroes fear you, and weave your deeds into fairy tales and legends so that their descendants will fear and respect you—you hide The technique of identity is not clever, but the smart people in the world think that they cannot see through your mask. Because they are afraid, they know, and they understand that natural disasters and gods and demons should be feared in return."

"So? You're going to deal with me for this reason?" Sarkaz tilted his head slightly, and the phantom of the tangible giant disappeared without a sound——all kinds of suppressed screams of fear from the city amplified loudly.Then the survivors in those cities fled towards the outside of the city at a speed several times faster than before.

"With such a trap that has no chance of success. To set up such a game that serves no purpose other than to provoke my anger? Useless work. You are just throwing away the lives of your followers at will."

But Longnu's smile grew stronger.It even changed from expression to voice, like a silver bell, but also like a roar.

"But, are you really angry?" She raised her head, even though she was crushed under the rubble, she still stood upright. "Even the slightest, the slightest. Do you really have the slightest bit of anger?"

"Of course I—"

"Really? Did you really trust anyone?"

"…………"silence.

The piled stone ruins trembled, and the pinned Draco broke free—she still held the sword in her hand, but she also knew that as long as she didn't swing it.I have the opportunity to continue talking.

"You never trust anyone. You never want anyone to earn your trust... I learned this in your time with you. And in the long years that followed, I confirmed that This guess is true."

"You're just saving yourself, doing good on your own. It's like it's just a job, a duty, an obligation... You've been alone. But you don't know and don't care how many People do their best to keep up with you, to do you a favor. But you leave them behind, you go so fast. You never even give them a chance to even come near you."

"You don't have a sense of justice in your heart, but you don't have any evil. You are simply completing a certain task—even a chess player who uses the earth as a chess player will focus on winning or losing. And you don't even care about winning or losing— — you're just playing."

Miss Steele frowned deeply.She gripped Levantine's sword hilt.Then--

She listened to Tallulah continue.

She found with some sadness that what the white-haired dragon girl said might be true.And what's even sadder is...

... No, she actually didn't even feel the sadness.She just wanted to hear Tallulah finish her sentence - because Tallulah didn't try to resist at this moment.

So Tallulah took a deep breath.

"However, this kind of you has the most powerful force in the world...you don't trust anyone. And this means that at some point in the future, you will run over some people who stand in front of you like a wheel. People. Even if the people of Terra came to equality and liberation as you taught me that day. You would run over them like a piece of dust-you would not have any hesitation at that time, because at that time You feel compelled to do that."

"You are a machine, and you will fulfill your wishes, regardless of how many people die. You can and can bring the future Terra back to its original form at any time. Even if it has reached New Zealand with your cooperation. century."

Shirtel tilted her head, and she found that her heart had calmed down instead—isn't it natural that tools should be thrown away after they are used up?It's just trying to impose a crime. With high-sounding reasons, he judges himself with things that haven't happened yet.This kind of development has already been predicted dozens or hundreds of times in her mind.

She just didn't expect to stand here and say such things to her.It would be Tallulah.

"I always thought that the person who would say such things to me would be Kelsey, or Amiya, or... and then I would be able to leave Rhodes Island, where I arrived at the ideal land, as a matter of course. Go to Another place. But I didn't expect to hear it from your lips first."

She shook her head, watching the white-haired dragon girl finally break free.The Levantine in her hand was on fire, and she waited for the dragon girl's next move.

"Forget it, sooner or later."

"Since this is a game set up for me. Since you want to defeat me by exhausting everything in the integration movement, then I will give you a chance. Tallulah, just use whatever means you have. I will prepare for you. I will allow you to choose the battlefield."

However, the white-haired dragon girl in front of her was still smiling.She felt that a force was bursting out from the dragon girl's body, spreading, spreading.

Then, the crystal that turned into the origin stone broke through the body surface.

"Beat you? No, the most arrogant person will not have the idea of ​​defeating the natural disasters and defeating the demon god. Everything I have done, everything I have sacrificed. I just want you to know. To stand by your side, to let You are no longer alone. How much will those who seek your back be willing to pay."

She blinked playfully.

"When you walked into the main control tower, I swallowed a whole piece of purification source stone. And this allows me to stand in front of you for a little longer..."

"...let me be able to burst out even a moment of power that is enough to attract your attention at the right time. So that I can swing a sword move that you can't keep your hand anymore-the people of Rhodes Island have come to this city If you try to dodge, they will definitely die under my sword."

On her body, the substantive inflammatory energy exploded wantonly.

"Have you ever seen someone commit suicide in front of you, Miss Shrtle."

No.20 Section [-]: Light and Darkness on the Earth

Flame expands, spreads, contracts.

Then the overflowing heat wave covered everything.

Shirtel is not omnipotent, no matter how strong she is, there are things she can't do.

She couldn't stop Tallulah from swinging the sword, even if she was fast enough to cut off the latter's arm before Tallulah raised her hand.But the origin stone energy will still explode from Tallulah's body.And in the end, the bones of the white-haired dragon girl disappeared.

So she didn't stop.

She just responded with equal strength at the moment of that sword swing and directed the excess heat into the sky-the stratus clouds of the natural disaster were thus broken.A hole like a pupil was cracked in the huge cloud vortex.The dim extraterrestrial stars flickered in the hole, but quickly disappeared under the violently reacting cloud curtain.

Tallulah isn't dead yet.

With Tallulah as the center, the point where the swords meet is the pivot point.All material structures within a radius of one kilometer are completely melted.The color of the red lotus overwhelms everything, only three meters above her body and in front of her have a clean foothold.

But Tallulah has no feet.

Levantine's counterattack completely erased half of her body from the abdomen down.And the rest of it also turned into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye - the ever-growing source stone crystals and the endless scorching dragon fire were entangled.Barely maintaining her last remaining life.

Shirtel stood beside her, looking at her, his slender brows were full of distress.

Not pain, not sadness, not doubt, just distress.

And Tallulah's originally hopeful eyes also dimmed little by little.

"After all...have I only done useless work?" The dragon girl spat out weak words from her pale lips, and she looked at Shirtel with self-deprecating eyes. "That's right, it's just... such a little sacrifice, but also wants to satisfy the gods... For a mortal, it is really a little arrogant."

"...but I won't be the last."

Her eyes slowly closed, but before the last ray of light dissipated, she heard whispers of inquiries from the living gods.

"...is it worth it?"

"worth."

"There are two kinds of gods. The first one is born gods, in their eyes all things are inferior. And the other one is you. You are only willing to give alms, not to receive. And I judge that behind this behavior is fear …You are afraid that what you gain will be lost again. You are afraid that after giving your heart, you will only respond with pain. You are afraid of this land that is harsh and vicious to all beings, but too weak for you and your strength. You are afraid that you will not be able to do your best. So you'd rather go on alone."

"But this is impossible. No matter how strong the embankment is, it will collapse sooner or later without maintenance. No matter how tall and strong a tree is, it is doomed to wither without nourishment. You will fall down sooner or later, and you will be crushed by yourself. And from you What is born on the corpse of the dead will be the real despair in this land."

She raised her hand with difficulty, wanting to touch Shirtel's fingertips—the latter's hand trembled, but she did not avoid the contact after all.

So she smiled contentedly.

"To change the world, you need idealists. To maintain the world, you need realists. And you are too strong, so strong that whether it is the old world or the new world, under your will, it will be easily shaped and changed like ooze. .So I judge that before you have belonging and identity to the new world, instead of simply completing a job, whether it is fighting for the rights of the infected or revolutionizing the world, it is meaningless.”

"The power of mortals... Even if they are twisted together, there is no way to fight against the sun. So..."

"If my death can make you realize that walking alone is not right. Then it will be worth it."

"If the demise of the Unification Movement shows you that there are many people chasing you in the world. Then it will be worth it."

"You've ruined your career." Stelter didn't respond to any of her above utterances.Just simply raised a simple question. "You knew I was coming, you knew I was going to destroy everything that was integrated."

"No, no." The dying dragon girl shook her head vigorously. "The rise of the infected will continue marked by the demise of the integration movement. Because of the legendary incineration demon, the catastrophe of extinction, the hunters of the world condescended to destroy this immature newborn with their own hands. strength……

…I have felt the resistance and hostility from all directions that the integration movement has encountered as it has grown.So this flag must fall, because only the integration movement falls.On the land of Terra, sparks can be ignited...

...This land fears you, and also fears you...

...So they will be curious about your actions, and will give the infected people time to develop..."

She didn't speak any more.

Her fingers gradually became cold and the blood stopped flowing.She didn't even have time to say 'Alina'.

Maybe she didn't need to shout.

Because Shirtel recognized the silver ring on her finger—it was originally the decoration on the antlers of Elafia.And when Tallulah touched her fingertips, she might also be caressing the ring at the same time.

She fell asleep.

And Shirtel bent down and put the ring-wearing hand on Tallulah's chest—and then she turned her head and looked into the distance, looking at the burning city.

Flames spread outward from her body—not brimstone fires, but some kind of flames that were different from conventional physical phenomena and directly acted on the space-time structure itself.This is a skill she learned from Persephone. The performance is different and the effect is different, but the principle is roughly the same.

Everything within a few meters around her became blurred, as if a clock was collapsing, as if a corpse was singing, like a dragon or a human shadow being forcibly dragged out from an unknown abyss.Then she was stuffed back into the melted body that was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye without any resistance.

The dead, come alive.When her eyelids were trembling, she took the origin stone from the dragon girl's stomach.

However, she did not wait for the dragon girl to wake up. On the contrary, when the dragon girl was about to wake up, she pressed her fingertips on the side of the other's neck, causing the latter to fall into a coma.

Because she heard countless cries and howls.Hear the scolding of the mob and the wailing of the refugees.She heard pain, she heard death and twisting.Then everything was silent again.

The colorless flames spread outwards, but they only stopped within ten meters—after all, she was only regarded as a god, not a god in the true sense.If you want to directly distort the time and space of a city, it really is not enough.

"A farce," she said softly, to herself.

"A farce," she repeated.

"But I'm still Shirtel." Then, she took out the communicator she got from Persephone before she parted with Persephone.She dialed the phone, connected instantly, and then hung up her communication on the other side.

So she sat down beside Tallulah, hugged her knees, and sighed softly.

Levantine hovered beside her as always, silently comforting and warming her.

"...Why do you bother me as a tool person?" She asked, not knowing who she was asking.

..........................................

And meanwhile, the other side of Chernobog.Witnessing the slowly healing gap in the sky, feeling the silence and blood around him.The inaugural doctor named Persephone lightly clenched his fist, crushing the corresponding communicator in his hand into crumbs.

There are some gaps from the plan, but the variables are not big.

The strength shown by that stupid woman was beyond expectations, but she still hit the south wall.

This is a good thing, and it means that I will have fewer conflicts with her in the future-although even if I don't give her the communicator, she will probably come to this mobile city when she wants to take regret medicine. Make a full blow or use some other method.After all, she knew her weakness, and knew that she couldn't change the save point as she wanted, let alone escape in such a few minutes.But a transaction is a transaction after all, as long as one party pays, the other side will benefit.

There was a strong wind in front of me... oh, I almost forgot.There is another living person here.After all, it was an agreement, and if he said he would not kill her, then he had to save her life after all.

So the doctor who was not in office moved his ankles, allowing the red and white figure to pass by the previous foothold.And with the violent explosion and the slashing in vain, she also received a lot of scolding.

Curses from W.

"You &*&￥#! I will ##@ sooner or later! & @￥% (put you%! ＆#gut%——"

A keyword that can still be heard.

Persephone drifted away like a shadow, and when W suddenly appeared beside W, the latter was caught off guard.She stretched out her hand, her fingertips were sharp and sharp—she could have easily tore open W's lower abdomen and removed the liver and intestines.However, she didn't really move her hands, but lightly, without leaving any sequelae, she pressed on W's flank.

Then W's ruddy face suddenly turned blue, and he sat down on the ground amidst a muffled groan.

Beside the two of them, Sarkaz's corpses were piled up like a mountain.None of them survived death intact, and each 'clump' of them was no larger than a cafeteria plate.It seemed to belong to the leader. All the flesh and blood from the neck down of the mercenary leader aliased as Garson was torn from the bones as if washed by a brush.Only a heart and half a lung remained, suspended from the tips of the ribs by several tendons.

He's alive, his heart is still beating.Even if the eyes are gouged out, the tongue is pulled out, the ears and nose are cut off and even the skin of the face is peeled off.He was still breathing weakly.Compared with him, W, who has only lost part of his mobility for a short time, can even be said to be in heaven.

"You...you lied to everyone! Hiss—you kind of person! How could an assassin kill her right under your nose!"

If eyes can eat people, then Persephone has probably been eaten alive.However, for such evil spirits in the true sense of the world, mere gazes are of no use at all.

"Her? You mean..." The purple-haired woman raised her finger and pressed her chin.She seemed to have remembered something, showing a look of sudden realization.

"Oh, it's that woman named Teresia. I remember she had an old injury on the second rib below her heart, and when it was broken, she would cry out in pain." She looked at her future with interest. Bloody hands. "The sound is quite nice."