Old and young, male and female, black and white, magician and swordsman, all rolled and fell to the ground at the same time, motionless. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The ribs of the two ceremonies were all broken, and the internal organs were also damaged to varying degrees except for the heart, and he passed out on the spot. Even so, she didn't let go of the knife.

Araya Zonglian's injuries were far heavier, but he didn't lose consciousness, so he just turned his head sideways and looked at the girl not far away.

"This kind of look, it's more like a girl of this age. ”

The magician, shrouded in darkness, did not move, and his face full of distress deepened again.

He couldn't move what he wanted.

That knife was the final blow that could not be recovered.

There is no discipline, only an instinctive knife, a bad knife, and at the same time, it is also an extremely powerful knife.

After taking this knife, there is indeed only the road of death.

"I didn't expect it to be a lose-lose situation. ”

This is their cause and effect, just like the first meeting on a rainy night two years ago, and like the duel when the apartment was not yet collapsed.

"Those who awaken to the Origin are subject to the Origin - the target is close at hand, but the body cannot move, it is truly 'static'. ”

The magician said sarcastically, but not to anyone.

Beside the magician, a black-haired youth and a red-haired boy ran by, and the fluttering corners of their clothes brought a gust of breeze, and they ran directly over the araya and ran towards the kimono girl who fell to the ground.

At the same time, two shadows watching in mid-air fell from the sky, and a golden light spilled from the hand of the holy woman with the name of winter, stabilizing the girl's injury.

Another shadow came to the magician's side, his bloodless lips twitching, muttering for something.

Her life from junior high school to three months ago was given by this magician, and her "double existence" was also given by him. Without him, she would have been dead, and without him, she wouldn't even have a chance to float, let alone meet the man who gave her a new lease of life, but she was for the sake of her friends—

"That's... Thank you, and, sorry. ”

Thank you for the grace of your life, and apologize for today's actions.

"Witch Strip Fog Painting?" "Ayaya looked away from Shiki's body and moved to the girl who had been chosen by himself as a pawn, "There is no need to apologize, there is no need to thank you, you don't owe me anything." I pay you for your medical expenses, and for my own personal purpose, someone has already fulfilled it for you. ”

"Well, even so, I still have to thank you. ”

Another witch strip fog painting came to Araya's side, not a spirit but a real body, and the dual existence of the same person bowed to Araya at the same time, speaking in unison.

"Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today. ”

"It's really not changed at all, human hypocrisy. Hearing Kiri's sincere thanks, Aya's distressed face not only did not slacken, but became even tighter, "It's sad, it's really sad." ”

"Just, even if it's hypocritical, I, we want to live. ”

I don't know where the courage came from, and Kiri-e spoke his mind to the terrible magician.

"It's not sad at all, it's our human instinct, it's proof of human existence. ”

"Yes, you're right, I'm hampered by that instinct. There was only one step left, and this unconscious collection of survival instincts got in my way. It is impossible for the passage to be opened, and even those who are born with it will be blocked. It's really -- what an ugly struggle before death! No one knows the crisis of the world, but everyone unconsciously wants to live. Apparently everyone is not going to save the necrotic world and is addicted to pleasure, but everyone unconsciously excludes things that are harmful to their own existence. What is this contradiction? The desire to live pollutes the prayer to live. That evil thought is my enemy. ”

The magician raised his head and looked at the starry sky overhead, his voice filled with deep resentment.

This resentment was incomprehensible to Wu Tiao Mist, who had only twenty years of experience, and she could only remain silent until Araya finished speaking for a while, without any intention of continuing, before asking, "Can I do anything for you?"

"One day you will understand that your actions are not gratitude or pity, but self-satisfaction and meaninglessness. ”

Even now, Araya still has no intention of changing his mind.

"But this time, I'll accept your self-satisfaction, help me contact Aozaki Orange, I have something to say to her. ”

......

Still in the cold moonlight, the sound of the orange crossed the limit of distance through the radio waves.

"Araya, you failed this time. Araya did not answer what Orange said.

"It's miserable, collecting people's deaths, creating hell, experiencing their suffering. Doing these things is only painful, right? Why push yourself to such a point. Why are you so obsessed with pursuing this thing of the Root Vortex? Shouldn't you still be serious about dreaming of saving humanity when you were a Taimi monk?"

I have long forgotten why. After answering, the black ** magician fell into self-contemplation.

It was a long time ago that there was no way to save humanity. As long as you live, there will definitely be people who have no return, and you can't make everyone happy.

So what are the human beings who can't be saved, and what are they going to give back their lives?

There is no answer. The infinite is equal to the finite, and if there were no unredeemable man, there would be no saved.

In this way - relief is like liquid money.

There is no cure for mankind, and there is no salvation for the world, so he has to record death.

Record the end of things, record the end of the world, so that everything can be analyzed thoroughly. In this way, it should be possible to judge what happiness is.

If we can look anew at the unrewarded and the unsavable, we can judge what happiness is.

If we can understand that after the end of the world, these are the meaning of humanity - and these people who died for no apparent reason are also given meaning in their entirety.

If the world ends, man will be able to discern the value of human beings. This is the only salvation that has a universal nature.

The rustling sound in the earpiece pulls Araya's consciousness back into the real world.

"Have you forgotten why? Your hope is nothing, and your origin is zero. So, what the hell are you?"

"I'm nothing but trying to reach a conclusion. If all these ugly, filthy, lowly and ignorant human beings are left with this history after they die - then I can conclude that this ugliness is the value of human beings. If I know that the ugly, hopeless being is human, I can rest assured. ”

Although not in the same place, the two magicians maintained the same posture, looking up at the starry sky.

Orange asked, "That's why you want to touch the Root Vortex? There are all the records there, and even if they don't, they can return everything to nothingness." You want to wipe out all the ugly humans for your own sake. ”

"That's right. At the end of the day, I'm just looking for self-satisfaction. ”

The sound of a breath sounded, and the focus of the eyes disappeared. Even so, he remained completely unmoved, and his face still showed a look of distress, and the darkness and heaviness on it were like a philosopher carrying a problem that could never be solved.

This body has reached its limit. ”

"Are you starting all over again? How many times is this going on? You really can't learn the lesson. ”

This is exactly the spiral, the spiral of contradictions, and Ayaya did not change his expression until the end.

There was obvious contempt in Orange's words - despite her contempt for him, she didn't hate the magician who had been transformed into a concept.

Take a wrong step. No, if she hadn't taken the wrong step, she would have become the same thing. It is not a human being or a living being, but only a theoretical embodiment of a simple phenomenon. Now she thinks it's really sad.

Araya "coughed" and vomited blood. The body began to dissolve from the left half of the remaining body to ashes.

"I didn't make a backup of my body, and next time, it should be the next century. ”

"Maybe there won't be any magicians or anything like that, and you won't be seen again! Even then—are you still going to stop?"

"Of course. I'm not going to admit defeat. ”

Orange closed her eyes after listening, and cleared the brief answer that had been separated for many years, and that was the end of it.

At the end of the day, she asked Araya Soren a question as a magician in her capacity as a Orange Aosaki.

"Araya, what are you after?"

-- True wisdom. "The feet of the black magician, ruined.

"Araya, where to pursue?"

- Only in one's own heart. "The coat fell, and half of the body went with the wind. Aozaki Orange watched these evolves.

"Araya, where is your goal?" Araya continued to disappear, and all he had left was a mouth, which disappeared before words could become sounds.

-- You already know that it's the end of this spiral of contradictions --

She felt as if an answer had been heard, and Orange took out a cigarette and lit it silently, but did not put it to her lips, but quietly watched the wisps of smoke spread in front of her eyes.

The smoke shook like a non-existent mirage.