“…… You...... What was done? ”

Dominica felt surprise from the bottom of her heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info After graduating from the trainee, she forgot about these things. Ever since surviving the jungle and realizing the Coiled Eagle Sword, Dominica has never dreamed again. Because she is no longer human, she is already a beast. Beasts do not dream, nor do they be influenced by the past.

"It's just that I helped my seniors."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't have the strength to wield a real greatsword anymore, so the sword in my hand now can't kill anyone." Sulfur shook her head and said, "Although the seniors will feel fear, they will be afraid of the blade. But none of this actually exists. The sword in my hand interfered with the demonic power in the space, and then made the senior mistakenly think that there was a sword there. In short, it's hallucination. ”

"You...... Have you manipulated the demonic power in the air? Could it be that the demonic power is in tune......"

"It's similar to that, but it's a little different." Sulfona said, "I can't interfere with the demonic power in my senior's body. ”

"Then why do I ...... It's like you've been struck by something. Dominica said as she coughed up blood. She felt her abdomen spasm, like something was breaking down.

"It was a 'misunderstanding' caused by the illusions of the predecessors themselves." "When people really think they're hurt, they have a real wound. People who have lost a limb will feel the presence of the limb even if the wound is healed, and even a dull pain. Everything is experience, and experience and observation determine the ideas of the predecessors. Perhaps, the pain of the predecessors is also an illusion. ”

"Impossible...... The pain is so real...... "Dominica bit her lip, "warrior, you can't be mistaken. ”

"Perhaps, all the pain you have experienced is just an illusion. If you believe you can't die, then you won't die by jumping off a mountain. If you believe that you have been cut by me, then your pain is real, and it may even cause real wounds. ”

Sulfona said as she waved her hand at Dominica. Dominica felt the blade of the sword glide across her face. That icy temperature, that creepy feeling, was not meant to be real. But Dominica's eyes couldn't see Sulfona's greatsword, as if it were a transparent blade. This strange sense of confusion drove Dominica mad.

"Don't fool me! What the hell did you cut off! Dominica roared as she pounded the snow angrily, "I know, something is missing!" What the hell is that! ”

"What exactly did I cut, shouldn't my seniors know very well?"

"How could it be ......"

"Are you still deceiving yourself, senpai?" Sulfona sighed and said, "I just made an attack and created the illusion of an attack. In the end, what I look like in the eyes of my predecessors and what terrible things I have done are all understood by my predecessors. It's like I wrote a riddle, and then my seniors read it and interpreted it. The final interpretation is, of course, generated by feeling the ideas of the predecessors. The senior felt that he had been attacked the most terrible, and he felt that he had suffered the most terrible pain, so the body of the senior really created that pain. I thought it was painful, so the flat skin would crack on its own. So, it all started with the seniors' own interpretation......"

"My Interpretation ......"

"It's more like the wish of my predecessors. The predecessors also had a human heart, and the predecessors were also complex. Unconsciously, the senior entrusted his wish to my sword. If my sword could cut something, it must be the thing that my predecessors wanted to cut the most......"

"I ...... I want to ...... the most."

As if the forbidden door had been opened, Dominica's voice trembled. She was like a trainee, holding her head and sobbing on the ground. Because she had nightmares again, because she was tormented by pain again. No matter how irritable you are fighting with others when you are training outside, no matter how tired you are. Dominica is still plagued by nightmares at night. She wrapped her parents' bodies in the brightest cloth her mother had knitted, loaded them in her father's cart, and pushed them out of the door—and then, there was a follow-up. In the midst of the ruins, young Dominica was surrounded by blood. She unloaded the bodies of her father and mother from the cart and threw them on the ground. Then with his own feet in straw sandals, he kept trampling on their bodies.

"Why are you dying?"

"How can you just die like this and leave me here alone!"

"Hurry up!"

The immature voice echoed through the ruins. The straw sandals undulated on the corpse, as if they were about to crush the stones into flesh. Dominica vented wantonly. She was afraid to be alone, afraid to live alone, so she resented her parents. In order to vent this resentment, she wanted to humiliate the corpse. Dominica screamed and cursed, and at the same time developed fear of herself. She knew it wasn't right, but she couldn't stop. It was because of this that she felt fear. Because of fear, she wants to vent, she wants to destroy. She's afraid of herself, she's afraid of her anger, she's afraid of her atrocities, she's afraid of her own fear.

But the fear can't be stopped. Dominated by fear, Dominica gave up as a human being. Abandoning her beliefs, abandoning her rituals, she abhors everything she can hate, and puts them into action. In this way, Dominica became a beast.

"I see......"

Dominica smiled abruptly, then fell to the ground.

"You cut off my fears."

"That's right."

"You've done the worst thing."

"Perhaps."

"Fear is precious. I was scared so I was able to survive in the jungle. At that time, I was like a madman, driven mad by fear, and constantly destroying and hunting the animals around me. I won't have anything to eat until I'm calmed down. Otherwise, I would not have survived and comprehended the 'Panying Sword'. I didn't die because I was afraid of death. Because of fear, I even became a madman and turned into a beast. ”

"Indeed."

"But you cut it off." Dominica's face was expressionless, "Without fear, I'm not even a beast." ”

Dominica said as she lay down in the snow and gasped. Sulfona did not physically disarm Dominica's body, nor did she even possess any weapons. But Dominica felt her abdomen shattered. With this concept, her abdominal cavity really became chaotic. Her stomach and intestines shattered naturally, and the blood vessels cracked without warning, as if her body could not bear its own weight and began to disintegrate. To be precise, it was Dominica's consciousness that did not succeed in shaping a complete body. Her consciousness was shattered and severed, so the result was also truly reflected in her body.

After all, there is a saying on the mainland: the body is the most honest.

Red slurry spilled from Dominica's throat like a beaten cherry, and blood spilled from her abdomen. The red spread across the snow, but Sulfona knew it wasn't deadly. For fighters, such a wound can even continue to fight. Suppressed by the evil demonic power, Dominica's abdomen began to heal, and it was like an onion wrapping its skin, surrounding itself layer by layer. But Dominica's consciousness was still wailing, and her abdomen continued to crack and heal. The combination of the itching sensation of nerve recovery and the sharp pain of cracking organs gave Dominica the torment of hell. It is precisely because she is a warrior that she can live to this day. It is precisely because she is a warrior that she is subjected to such a cruel trial.

However, Dominica was laughing.

Even if her body cracked, even if the flesh and juice that overflowed from her abdomen poured out of her nose and cut off her beard—Dominica was still smiling. She didn't know what she was laughing at, but she just wanted to. If it were an ordinary warrior, he might get up, spit out the blood, and then urge the demonic power to speed up the healing of the wound. But Dominica didn't do that.

Because, she has no fear.

Without fear, she could ignore death. She wasn't worried about what would happen to her body, anyway, it was already an existence that was spurned by the entire continent. She doesn't care about the rest of her life, because for her, from the moment she humiliates the corpses of her parents, her life as a "human" is over. All she wanted now was to laugh and laugh to her heart's content. It seems to others to be a human laugh, a warrior's laugh, or a beast's laugh.

Until the moment Dominica's smile froze, Sulfona didn't understand what her smile meant.

"Did I kill someone?"

Sulfona silently looked at her outstretched hands, which were wrinkled and calloused, but there was no blood. If there is no blood, there is no proof of a crime. Sulfona didn't kill anyone, at best she only killed a half-demon. Half-demons are not human, so it doesn't matter if you kill them. In the grand scheme of things, the purpose of the warrior's existence is only to balance humans and demons. If Sulfona continues to maintain this balance in place of Dominica, it doesn't matter if Dominica dies or not.

Besides, she was the only one who killed Dominica. She felt that she was injured, but she was not willing to heal in time after her injury. It's like a person opening the wound on his little finger and letting the blood flow slowly and die. That's suicide, that's Dominica's own problem. Sulfona didn't even know what Dominica saw before she died, or what struck her down. Every warrior carries the darkness on his back, and Dominica is unfortunately consumed by the darkness.

Thinking like this, Sulfona began to curse herself for having such thoughts. She staggered to her greatsword, only to find herself barely able to pick it up. Just squatting down made her panting. The great sword that had fallen to the ground had been reduced to several parts, and the rift that had been repaired by the swordsmith had broken open again. The silver iron was like a large snowflake, shining desolate in the moonlit night. Sulfona's greatsword was no longer here, she had pulled it out of the iron. Knowing this, Sulfona straightened up again, and began to cough violently. With a trembling hand, she picked up the Lotus Plate from the ground, and as Sulfur dodged Dominica's sword and rushed out of the window, the Lotus Disc fell into the snow.

Sulfur stared at the Lotus Plate, and suddenly there was a glimmer of realization in her heart.

"It turns out that there is still a price to pay."

That's right, Sulfona still paid the price. She pulled the invisible blade out of her greatsword, and cut through Dominica's fear. There has to be a price to pay for this. It's like Sulfur squeezing her body and using her demonic power, and finally making herself tattered. It's like Sulfur sealed Hety's power, so she lost her time and became withered.

Under the moonlight, the life lotus plate also became haggard. In the small metal dish, there is one less petal in the swaying of the life lotus. Sulfona looked at it again, and there were only six petals left in the life lotus. Each petal looks so bright, but it looks ethereal. Sulfona put away the life lotus plate and staggered out of the courtyard. The sound of her battle with Dominica is not small, and someone may notice it. Sulfona gathered her withered blonde hair, and found the moon fading into the clouds.

The snow is coming.

"Is this snow for you?"

Sulfona's muttering went unanswered. A line of crooked footprints was gradually covered by wind and snow. The person who entered the courtyard was Dominica, but it was Sulfona who left. They clashed over Van Rentina, and then each lost something important. Dominica is dead, and Sulfona is not. But life and death don't mean anything, and there are no winners in this battle. Only Dominica's smile was gradually hidden by the snow.

Sulfona and Jaslin met after about a meal.