Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

"Cough cough cough...."

Kuisatushta felt the pressure on his neck suddenly relieved, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched the other party slowly stand up until his neck was released.

Zuo Jian stood up, and then watched the scene in front of him gradually distorted, and the next moment——

A scarlet humanoid phantom appeared before his eyes, and the other party opened the structure called a mouth and made a sound that was almost the same as his.

[He's right, Zuojian.]

[If the other party can really save the Sarkaz by doing this, then no matter how you think about it, it is acceptable.]

[You think so too, right?]

[Kill a few and you will save the majority.]

[Don’t you think this method is very cost-effective and efficient?]

Zuo Jian lowered his head and looked at his side with his pupils wide open.

A railway track extended from a distance and then split into two at my feet.

On the left, he saw the woman called Theresa, and the Sarkaz girl who was also a test subject but whose name was still unknown.

On the right side, countless Sarkaz bodies are scattered all over the railroad tracks.

In the distance, there was a strange scarlet train, with a distorted face facing him directly in front of the front of the train.

The train chimney emitted a shrill whistle, and the mouth on the front of the train raised up in a strange arc, as if it was... giving itself a mocking and teasing smile.

Wow....

A stone pillar slowly rose up at the foot of the left room, and on it, the button for adjusting the track was particularly glaring, and...

There is only one choice.

He turned his head and looked at the pure white Sarkaz woman. She seemed to have regained consciousness and was slowly moving forward to protect the weak blonde Sarkaz girl.

Why... only one button?

[Because from the beginning to the end, you will never make a choice that sacrifices the majority of people!]

[Good Sasaki! You only do the right thing, don't you?]

[Or? Will you make another choice? Kill the vast majority of people you have never met just for the sake of the few people in front of you?]

[Ahahahahahaha!!! Can you do this? Can you do this? ! ! ]

Zuo Jian lowered his head and looked at the extremely eye-catching button in front of him with a gloomy face.

“Wuwuwu————————”

[Ahahahahahahaha!!!]

The whistle of the nearby train mixed with the shrill laughter beside me, as if mocking my actions.

Clank—Clank—

The train was getting closer and closer until it was about to pass in front of Zuo Jian.

In an instant, the surrounding space seemed to be swallowed by darkness, and no light could be seen...

In reality...

"Pfft!!!"

Quesatusta spat out even more blood from his mouth, and his face quickly turned pale.

Damn, which Sarkaz hero does this unknown wandering soul belong to? ? ?

In fact, from the very beginning, he had been trying to use witchcraft to interfere with the other party's spirit and consciousness all the time. However, the other party's consciousness was like an extremely thick wall, leaving him helpless!

What a joke! He had lived for so many years, but he had never seen someone's spirit like this. His witchcraft had almost no effect in front of the other party!

But fortunately... just now... just now, a tiny gap appeared in the opponent's wall surrounding the spiritual world. It was at that moment that I desperately cast witchcraft and infiltrated into the crack.

But... at the moment when he tried to influence the other party, he found that an indescribable terrifying atmosphere erupted around him at that moment.

If I hadn't withdrawn quickly, I would have been completely torn to pieces...

However, whether it was his own witchcraft that worked or the other party had some problems, it didn't matter! The point was that this monster was indeed in a stagnation at the moment!

Although he didn't know how many seconds it would last, he had to distance himself from her immediately! ! !

Kuisatushta endured the mental damage and physical weakness, while calculating the time the other party would be in a daze.

One second...

Two seconds....

.....

.........

"You are such a fuss, Sama! You are just like someone else's parent... But... I don't hate you either."

"Forget it, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, our Zuo Jian is a kind and good person. No matter where you go, I will accompany you!"

........

There is endless darkness all around.

But in my ears I could hear the sound of a death knell-like whistle and the friction of the rails as the Grim Reaper rubbed his scythe.

Theresa had forgotten how long she had stayed here. The moment she opened her eyes, she noticed a dangerous aura coming from the darkness.

But...she saw a Sarkaz girl lying beside her, weakly calling for help.

Is it a reverberation or an illusion?

She didn't know, but....when she realized that she seemed unable to leave the railroad-like structure around her, Theresa stepped forward and hugged the strange Sarkaz girl. She turned her back to the source of the whistle and protected the girl with her body.

Then....she closed her eyes quietly...

hula-

There seemed to be some sound in my ears.

Like...the sound of breeze blowing through flames.

"That black-robed bastard, you (myself), one or two of them, just because they have gained power, they think they are qualified to decide life and death for others. Their arrogance makes me want to vomit."

The flesh and blood began to coagulate again.

Zuo Jian then realized that he had just

It has always been in the shape of a headless skeleton.

But at this moment, a hot heart appeared in the chest cavity. It was beating, it was burning, it sent blood to all parts of the body, condensing into a huge figure!

"You guys...what do you think of life?!!!"

"boom!!!!"

Theresa was stunned, then turned and looked behind her.

The darkness around them was completely dispelled. At this moment, the red figure, covered with a thick shell, punched the moving train hard!!!

The huge impact force shattered the train and also shattered this brief space of consciousness!

in reality.

Kwisatusta struggled to pull out the sword that nailed him to the ground, and then continued to count down the time.

Four seconds... Five seconds...

He had already held her for five seconds, which should be enough time. After all, it was a magic that he had risked his life for. He felt that it could at least hold her until he could get up.

Kuisatushta held onto the floor and prepared to get up, but the next moment, the hairs on his back suddenly stood up!

"A fellow like you who tramples on life, do you still think you are the savior of the Sarkaz?

"What! It's only been five seconds..."

A terrifying voice rang out, and the next moment, his own words were swallowed back into his stomach along with broken teeth.

The fist covered with scarlet arm armor hit the opponent with a speed that could shatter space! The latter flew out of the chest like a cannonball and embedded into the wall beside him.

...I was reincarnated into another world and gained power, but does this power allow me to have the value of defining other people's lives?

No, it's not.

He stepped forward, still using Theresa's voice, but speaking in a completely different style.

"I reject your question because it makes me feel as pathetic and... angry as your actions at this moment."

"If a natural disaster attempts to take people's lives, then crush it. If a war attempts to take people's lives, then end it."

“If disease seeks to kill people, cure it. If famine seeks to kill people, cultivate it.”

"How arrogant! You know what you are saying——"

Kuisatushta looked up and wanted to say something, but the next moment, he was greeted by a scarlet afterimage!

puff! !

"Ahhh!!!"

The blood-red sword was thrown out by Zuo Jian! It pierced directly into Quesatushta's chest, nailing him to the wall again!

"These are your last words?"

Zuo Jian's figure rushed forward in an instant, then raised his fist covered with arm armor and punished the opponent like a hammer of judgment.

Chapter 15. Wait for me, Zuo Jian!

damn it.

Although he is maintaining a good momentum at the moment, in fact, only Zuo Jian himself knows the poor condition of this body.

Restoring function does not mean that the fatal injury has been completely recovered, nor does it mean that the energy that has been deprived of the outside world for a long time can be replenished.

not to mention.

Although his consciousness is still connected to Laurentina's flesh and blood, due to this body, the degree of connection is far less than before. This can be seen from the fact that the flesh and blood he recalled only covers half of his body.

At this moment, under the blood-stained white skirt, he was using the muscles built with his own flesh and blood to stick to the joints of this body.

His physical strength was consumed much faster than he had imagined. Otherwise, the long sword he had just thrown would have directly pierced the opponent's head or neck and killed him on the spot.

Instead of just falling on his chest and pinning him to the wall like now.

.....There is no time to waste.

This body is getting weaker and weaker. If it continues like this, it might cause unpredictable damage.

Zuo Jian closed the distance between the two of them. At this moment, the air suddenly stagnated. Only the flesh and blood arm armor on his left arm was changing rapidly!

The distributed flesh and blood began to gather at the part where the fist was exerted, and the volume of the arm armor expanded by a full double. More pupils opened from its outer part, staring at Quesatusta who was still breathing in front of him.

........

.....

..

Time seemed to be stretched infinitely. The black-robed Sarkaz around them, or should we call them the Pardoners, were always standing there trembling, not daring to take a step forward.

From the very beginning, when their leader was suppressed by the other side, they noticed something was wrong.

The body...can't move.

The opponent's surroundings were filled with invisible pressure at this moment, along with his constant anger and surging murderous intent, making many pardoners feel as if their hearts were grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

Not to mention taking a step forward, some people even didn't dare to breathe under his pressure, let alone come forward to support.

In this regard, Quesatusta showed his uniqueness. After all, the other pardoners didn't dare to breathe at this moment, but he could even try to resist when facing them directly.

But, unfortunately, the opponent's resistance was doomed to be in vain. Even though time seemed to be stretched by half at this moment, everyone could still feel the terrifying punch that the opponent was about to throw.

Explosive power.

However, when everyone could only stand there without daring to breathe, there was a blue-haired figure with wide pupils, looking at the Quesatusta who was about to face him... At this moment, Salus endured the pressure that was almost like a weak animal facing a superior predator, and forced his body to move.

She was struggling at the moment, looking at the dying Quesatushta in front of her, and whispered with difficulty...

"Father."

She couldn't get close to it at all at the moment, but... someone could.