"Senpai!"

Suddenly a third voice appeared in the stagnant space.

And this voice is even more familiar, and it couldn't be more familiar.

It's Saten tears.

The school uniform of Zhachuan Middle School manipulated the tamed wind to sweep in front of Shen Yun.

"Senior, how did you become like this. ”

"It's weird outside now, everybody is standing still. ”

Zuo Tian hurriedly supported me, and I didn't resist.

Because.

As soon as Saten's hands touched my body, I felt that something had been removed, and my body, which had been suppressed, became much lighter.

"Ahh

This idiot!

"Zuotian, you can't beat her and go away!"

"What?"

Before Saten could react, a wave of water suddenly appeared.

Then he threw the Wind Maiden to the ground.

"Mourning. ”

The demonic greatsword reappeared in my hand, and the breath as black as ink replaced the previous Saten to resist what was being re-imprinted on me.

And the waves of water are still constantly generated, wave after wave.

"It hurts!"

The blade of thin lines of wind flashed and slid across Aresta's thigh, leaving a tiny trail of blood.

"Actually!"

The one who let out a cry of pain was Saten, who was the first to be photographed aside.

But it was Aresta who was most surprised.

It is now half of the world's 'managers' because of the influence of the project that its ontology failed a hundred years ago.

The essence of the gods is infiltrated by the heterogeneous influence, but it is still safe without subsequent influence.

But she appeared, born out of Aresta's old body.

I inherited the unfinished work of my father and was recognized by the consciousness of the root existence.

It is also reconnected with the 'power' in the body of Kamijo Danma that was attracted and separated by Aresta.

It completes the return.

So now, she actually has half the power and equal status of a god who is regarded as the supreme being by most of humanity.

That is, permissions.

And there was no one who could ignore her power in this courtyard under her authority.

In other words, there is a 1 in 10,000 chance.

It is impossible for the existence of Saten Tears to be aware of and act hostile to her.

Why, then, did this ordinary individual, who should have been unchangeable from the masses, have such a strong sense of individuality, and a weak, but equal degree of power to her?

With such doubts, Aresta quickly realized.

Through the inside of the body, a 'kind' that penetrates the self thoroughly.

"Wind, gale!"

Saten's enthusiasm soared, and the stigma on his chest also glowed.

In Aresta's field of vision, it was clearly the 'kind' inside the girl who opened her eyes. His eyes were on her, too.

"Honkai. ”

At this moment, Zuotian was completely engulfed by a powerful wind and waves.

The fine fabrics are swept out, and the rich wind condenses into a little bit of brilliance.

Inside-out, bottom-up.

It was like a totemic shadow flickering in the huge pillar of wind that had become the pillar of heaven and earth.

With six lobed wings that drooped, she descended.

"Fire, which brings light and disperses wild beasts. From then on, civilization came. ”

"I was born out of darkness. ”

"I bring light. ”

The wind changed at this moment.

Every wisp of wind is trembling and burning.

And here is already covered by the wind, naturally.

All of them turned into flames!

"My kindred, a body of iniquity with me. ”

"There should be no trace of our existence in this era, so let us disappear here together. ”

"No!"

Aresta screamed, and waves of water were constantly being counteracted by the blazing flames.

"In the name of guarding the gods of this world, the power of the four directions, I will defend against my enemies. ”

But that couldn't stop the flame from moving forward.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. ”

Aresta watched in disbelief at the scene in front of her, watching the waves of water she had created being constantly canceled out, watching the mountains she had summoned burned down, and watching the hottest fire that even thunder could not split.

"Here is the witness to the end of our courtyard. ”

As darkness is dispelled by the light of fire, and the husk is covered with the earth.

Everything went away with the wind.

Only left, the sleeping Zuotian, without a wisp.

"Wind and summer. ”

This is the name, from the name of the being who was desperate to destroy himself with Aresta when they first met.

"Ming is the embodiment of summer, and since ancient times, he has been the embodiment of fire for humans to resist the invasion of wild beasts. ”

"Nature and remnant are also evil, which should be the embodiment of heavenly fire, encroaching on the earth, drying up all things, and extincting all living and tangible things. ”

"Ran, Yu had a dream. It's wonderful, but it's also a pity. ”

"You seem to have some resemblance to the boy in Yu Meng. ”

"It won't be long before Yu will die with this flame. ”

"It's just a pity that I haven't known what love is. ”

The flames were gone, and there was only the wind. Still whispering.

A little bit of brilliance condensed and swirled into a butterfly. It was submerged in the chest of Saten, where the original stigma was.

"Ancient, ancient, primeval, desolate. ”

"How long is the past of mankind? ”

Fantasy is born from human consciousness.

Not only modern, but also ancient, and even more precedented.

Maybe even the future is possible.

It may not seem surprising at first glance, but the bits and pieces of it will not be as simple as a simple plot.

These fantasies are not just filled up by personal imagination and attention, but are the kind of 'hypotheses' created by the gathering of many large and complex fragments in one place.

It represents the possible developments, the possible achievements, and the possible future that humanity has ever had.

There are many pasts, pasts, and pasts.

It has been with us for tens of millions or even more years.