Tyra, your ancestors are back!

We are either burned to ashes, or torn into particles, and become the dust of the universe, disappearing in the eternal night.

Fears, insecurities, desires, responsibilities...?

Facing this vast sea of ​​light, no one knows where the end point is.

Maybe there's never been an end, and we'll still—

"Indomitable..."

A white-haired girl in Liboli drew the black sword from the Lupus who had lost their vitality, and stared at everything in front of her with sky-blue pupils indifferently, with undisguised disgust in her eyes.

Before the lady named Perika Tarkin was a sacrilegious shrine, with twisted and grotesque symbols carved into the ground, symbols known to the Moff—used by worshipers of the Vessel of Thirst from long ago. symbol

"It's true——the haunted soul lingers."

Raising his hand, he crushed the strange statue that looked like a man but not a man, a woman but not a woman. It seemed to be a fusion of all the characteristics of both sexes. It was shaped by the imagination of mortals and some of the weird fragments residing in it. It was ground into powder. Governor He frowned as he looked at the severely mutated human corpses of Terra.

"The body is distorted...but there is no aura that obviously comes directly from the Void? Interesting—oh...are those origin stones?"

Perika scanned the nearby source stone crystals that had completely lost their energy with blue eyes of some doubts, and frowned slightly.

"Interesting...the remnants of these virtual realms are already weak enough to use these things to give the so-called "blessing"—"

The black leather boots stepped on these mutants and grew tentacles like crab claws. These weird appendages still maintained a certain vitality and twitched continuously after the death of the owner, and the instigator patiently removed these mutants. All the appendages of the former are ground into mud...

...

Jingle bell bell....jingle bell bell——

The slightly piercing ringing sound echoed in this empty and silent underground sacrificial place, it seemed to be the communicator on Miss Libery's body.

"Hello."

"Cough cough cough, hello——I'm Ya Jue from the HR Department of End Land Industry, and I saw your resume hanging in the talent market..."

Yajue's voice rang on Miss Perika's cell phone——

"Not interested, bye."

She has more important things to do, she has more important things to do—perhaps it's time to end the role-playing of leisure time.

— Heresy is like a tree whose leaves are swaying in broad daylight, but whose roots are deeply rooted in darkness.Pluck its leaves, break its branches, or even cut it in half, and finally the heresy will regain its vitality and grow more vigorously.

The flaming sword that once guarded the Garden of Eden has long faded, and the king who held the sword has disappeared—in this era, there must be a new sword-bearer...  

Putting on the hood again and holding the big sword behind her, Perika stepped up the stairs at the entrance of the underground sacrificial ground——

The crimson blade was dim, but it lighted up slightly as the holder injected spiritual energy into it. The blade of the giant sword pointed to the profane ritual field under its feet...

"Burn it all..."

A ray of fire jumped out from the dark giant sword, and the burning unclean flames would swallow the entire sacrificial field in an instant——

"I really want to sign an extermination order...too bad this is Terra..."

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An unknown corner of the streets of Lancawood, Colombia

Jingle bells - jingle bells - jingle bells -

The noisy ringing continued, it was the phone number of the person in charge of the end industry.

Perika stared at the lit screen on the phone and the vibrating phone itself, and after hesitating for a long time on the blacklist button on her fingertips, she finally chose to connect——

"...I think I've made it clear, Mr. Duck, right?—I'm not interested in the End Industries at the moment."

Before the other party could speak, the "Li Boli" girl threw out words of rejection.

"Miss Perika..."

"Is there anything else you want to say, sir."

"No...it should be Perika Tarkin Senior Moff."

The presence on the other end of the phone threw out a name beyond Perika's expectations——

"you......"

"The United Council calls you, my lord."

"Let the hot pride burn me, let the creed of forbearance sew me..."

After a brief silence, the owner of the communicator did not directly respond to the existence of the self-proclaimed Duck Lord on the other end of the conversation—the former star district governor hummed a certain song line as a test for the other end of the phone.

"I will eventually trace the starry sky for you with my blood, and recite the glory of human beings aloud——Miss Perika, it's me, the foundry master of the Universal Technicians Association, Karenina the Star Shaper... I am very happy to meet you again See you, dear Miss Injustice?"

A more forceful female voice responded to Perika.

"You don't need to be called a bully... I'm glad I can still hear the voice of an old person in this era... Ms. Karenina——so now, who is in charge of the council?"

Hearing Karenina call herself Miss Governor, her complexion immediately collapsed.

"Hmm... Ms. Iris Saleh, the Immortal, and Dr. Mebius and Ms. Velvet, the great magician."

"Very well, where are the archons now?"

"They're in present-day Kazdale—but you'd better meet us first, Miss Governor."

"No problem, your place, ma'am."

"Northern Columbia, New Alaska City—we can arrange a transport plane to pick you up, Governor Perika, where is your current location?"

"Columbia, Blue Cardwood."

"Uh... Where are you?"

On the phone, the strange male voice interrupted again, seeming a little surprised.

"Those believers in the Tools of Desire - the Indulgence Sect, never thought that they could still look at these heretics in this era."

The white-haired Li Boli snorted unhappily.

"Well, the owner of that thing has been dead for who knows how many years, right? Why is there still such a thing as a valuable letter? It has crab claws on its body. When you are hungry, you can break it off and steam it to eat???"

"Perhaps in this gloomy era, the pursuit of short-term pleasure is indeed the choice of most people."

Sweeping past the drunken alcoholics on the side of the street, Perika shook her head irresistibly.

"And there are indeed distortions in those believers—perhaps the chaotic will in the void has not been completely annihilated as you think."

"Hmm, a new piece of information—I will inform the grand consuls, Miss Governor, how many people are there on your side? We can send a suitable transport plane to pick you up."

"It's just me..."

"It's four cats!!"

A vibrant voice cuts into the conversation between Perika and Duck.

"Sister Eden, do you think my intuition is right? There is an old acquaintance nearby—hey, why is it you, Miss Perika???"

Mao Mao, who appeared suddenly, took off Miss Li Boli's hood in a somewhat disrespectful manner, proudly showing off to the mature woman beside her.

"...Miss Padu, Ms. Eden."

The Governor-General quickly confirmed the identity of the two women in front of her and bowed slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Governor Perika."

Ms. Eden returned the gift equally politely.

"Well...how did you find me...Miss Pardo?"

"To be precise, it's the smell of Boss Kevin—Pelika, did you bring something from Boss Kevin?"

Padu tilted his head curiously, and looked around Perika.

"...the flame sword of the savior."

"That's no wonder—I thought it was Boss Kevin himself at first."

"Ahem, ahem...I will immediately report the news to Alice and Mebius Consul!"

——Duck Jue on the phone also appeared again at this moment, giving him a sense of presence.

Chapter 100 This is my last struggle to live!

Court of the Regent of Northern Kazdaele

"Absolutionist—"

The man named Teresis frowned and looked down at a certain Sarkaz hidden in the shadow of the hood.

"His Royal Highness the Regent."

"We still can't awaken the weapons of those pioneers?"

The man's voice was emphatically impatient, and his patience seemed to be exhausted——

The younger sister's tough response to her declaration of war has gradually changed the attitude of the heads of the ten royal courts of Sarkaz...

Except for the banshee clan who had clearly stood beside Teresia, the spy hiding beside her sister also brought news of the reappearance of the long-extinct Balrog Royal Court, and before being finally discovered, the spy also brought a helpless Confirmed rumors—

The last pure-blood Wendigo appears to have returned to Kazdel, and is at the Lord's side.

All kinds of news made the originally swaying royal court gradually lean towards Teresia's side... He had to come up with something more convincing, or more deterrent—for example, a can The war machine of the forerunner of control.

"Sorry, Your Highness the Regent - we still need some time."

"Time, time...! Absolution Master, you have to be clear, we don't have much time left. Teresia has already obtained what she wanted, and now she has returned to Kazdale. All the Sarahs in the south of Kazdale The Kaz tribe is rallying for my sister—”

"And your assassination plan is useless—a total of twelve assassins, all of whom never came back, and also caused us to lose all the internal support around Theresia. From now on, we don't know anything about her whereabouts. "

The absolutist's answer seemed to arouse the latter's dissatisfaction, and every time Tracy uttered a word, his face became more gloomy——

"Your Excellency Tracy, no matter what you say, the progress will not be accelerated—"

The absolutist, who was so slapped by Tracys, also lost his temper, and choked back unceremoniously.

"In order to awaken the forerunner weapons unearthed by His Excellency the Regent, we have lost no less than 20 elite spell masters!"

“…”

Tracy, who was stunned by the hooded absolutist, fell into a brief silence——

"More than 20 spell masters...? Absolution Master—that's just a forerunner's weapon of war, and it's even in a state of sleep."

In the end, the regent still threw out his doubts——

"It's just a forerunner's war weapon? Your Excellency the Regent, are you really so sure?"

"The first step in waking up that mountain-like war machine is to read the name of an ancient forerunner—that is, the ruler of this war weapon."

"You can't find that name?"

Tracy frowned.

"No—we found it."

The absolutionist's answer made Tracy's eyebrows furrow even deeper——

"You are teasing me, Pardoner."

"Your Excellency the Regent, you don't have to put on such an expression - we can't pronounce that name, and you can't pronounce that name either."

"Or maybe we shouldn't pronounce that name—"

"....why?"

Looking at the absolutionist with the same gloomy tone, Tracy regained a little calmness.

"...The more than 20 masters of conjuration didn't believe in evil, and they directly called that name before the Forerunner Weapon, and then they were instantly swallowed up by flames like stars at the moment they uttered that existing surname."

"Being engulfed by that kind of flame will even prevent the soul, memory, and inheritance of the ancient bloodline Sarkaz from returning to the depths of the bloodline of the Sarkaz tribe."

"But if you don't tell the name of that existence in front of the weapons of the forerunner, nothing will happen..."

"His Highness the Regent—the existences of the long past have left curses or shackles on the weapons of war they made, things that we cannot understand or decipher."

"—The ancestors have long expected that future generations will covet those powers that are enough to shatter the stars."

"...Absolutionist."

After receiving such a reply, Teresi's expression became even darker....

"You have other options, right?"