"Sword of Damocles ......"

Hearing Sawada Iemitsu's self-muttering, the light-haired young man standing next to him couldn't help but turn his head to look at him: "Master? ”

Sawada Iemitsu didn't respond to the boy immediately, he got up and stood on the top of the rock, avoiding the branches that obscured his vision a little, and stared straight at the vision of the southern sky.

"The giant sword hangs in the air, and its whole body is dark, like a pillar of heaven and earth, dividing the world in front of you in two."

This picture, which is even more absurd and magnificent than a dream, actually overlaps with a text in Sawada Iemitsu's mind.

These words are not the imagination of Sawada Iemitsu, but the real content recorded in the secret history of the family tree.

The Sword of Damocles, a sword of thought formed when the power of the "power of kingship" reaches a certain peak, has a huge hilt hanging high above the user, forming an absolute realm belonging to the user.

According to Sawada Iemitsu's understanding, the principle of the image of the sword of Damocles is similar to the flame that appears on the forehead when the Penglie family uses the fire of death; It is an enchantment of the mind that is forcibly released in order to protect oneself and not to be swallowed up by too powerful forces when willpower and body are forcibly stimulated to the extreme.

Just as Penglie's Dead Fire is so iconic that others can't imitate it at will; The person who can release the sword of Damocles is the only one recorded in the secret record of the family tree in the memory of Sawada Iemitsu.

"Miwa Yuuri ......"

"Yuli S. Miwa。 At the same time, the bandaged man, who was dozens of kilometers away from Sawada Iemitsu, spat out a similar name, "Is he still alive?" ”

"How is that possible?" Another short young man, also wearing bandages and a dirty black dress, retorted without thinking, "Except for those monsters and us, who else can span a hundred years?" ”

The bandaged man sneered, walked out of the shadows of the branches and leaves, and surrounded himself with dark flames: "Go and see, see who the owner of this nasty thing is." ”

The short boy rolled his eyes, and the black flame that also spiraled and coiled, followed the bandaged man and stepped in.

"If it's Yuri, what are you going to do?"

The bandaged man turned his head, a pair of silver-gray eyes staring gloomily at the short boy.

It took a long time for him to squirm his lips, as if he were squeezing out a few words very hard.

"Kill him."

The short boy shrugged: "Ulysses, we are 'Avengers', don't forget our true enemies because of personal vendettas." ”

The bandaged man stopped, and touched the centipede-like scar through the bandage that had been wrapped around his face several times and tightly bound most of his face: "This ugly mark is enough to make me unforgettable." ”

These two people are members of the "Avengers Prison", and they were also cursed by the 73 pacifier 200 years ago...... The eighth generation of the Rainbow Sons.

"It's good if you don't forget...... the short boy spun around in a circle, looking curious, but also afraid that the world would not be chaotic. Miwa once saved your life, so you just want to kill him? ”

The answer to him was only a more cold and murderous aura.

300 kilometers away, in a room with a 502 door number, Louis was awakened by an indescribable palpitation.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could see the golden figure by the window, he could catch it for the first time.

The man was dressed in a thin white shirt, and the fire of death on his forehead swayed slightly, projecting on his slightly transparent body. The faint golden light that enveloped the body was as unreal as a reflection in the water.

He stood by the window, his arms folded, his eyes staring out of the window with unclear eyes, focused and dignified.

Louis sat up with a sigh of relief.

"Penglie I. ......?!"

Surprised, he noticed the anomaly.

Directly outside the window facing the view, half a strange giant sword hangs in the air, and the hilt of the sword that is not obscured by the building shimmers like a flying saucer slowly landing in a science fiction movie.

Is that...... What the?

Louis shook his head vigorously, and the strange sight outside the window still stood in place, showing no signs of disappearing, obviously not a hallucination caused by drowsiness.

Looking at the world of Penglie I. standing against the window, the faint figure that seemed to disappear at any time made Louis's heart skip a beat:

"Penglie I. World, You ......"

Compared with the solidity of the previous meetings, he was like a blurry candlelight at this time, which would dissipate without a trace when gently cut by the wind.

There's no need to guess, and Louie knows what that means.

"You're about to disappear......

Penglie I. Shi withdrew his gaze from the window, and the golden eyes burning with a quiet flame turned to the speechless Louis, and also let Louis see the worry and forbearance in those eyes that had no time to retract.

In the next second, all the complex emotions in those eyes disappeared, and they turned into silence and coolness like a deep pool again.

“…… I'm sorry. ”

Louis scratched at his hair uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

As he once told sù Dino, this "Penglie I. Realm" is only a consciousness body that has inherited the memory and power of the Buddha-figure, similar to the existence of soul fragments, and is not really the heroic soul of the I. Realm, and it is only a matter of time before it disappears under the condition of losing the medium of Penglie's ring and not getting the replenishment of power.

But Louis didn't expect the time to disappear so quickly.

And according to his previous calculations, this one should have been able to last for half a month......

In a flash, Penglie I. threw a scroll stamped with the seal of death, and Louis hurriedly caught it.

"...... this?"

"A farewell gift." Penglie's figure gradually blurred, converging into a golden-red flame, "If Penglie's little ones want to trouble you, give this to them." ”

"Wait—"

In the silence of the room, the south wind blew the curtains, and there was nothing left except the faint sound of the wind and Louis's breathing.

Not far away in the Hesheng Park, next to a house in the outermost part, there are dozens of figures lying upside down.

"Damn...... Who the hell are you?! ”

The cross-meat man grabbed his dislocated right arm and took half a step back in a little horror.

He wanted to know more about whether the other party was human than if he was human. In just one minute, he knocked all the people he brought to the ground. This terrifying, unheard-of power, the half-transparent, ghostly form, and the invisible ghostly trick that seemed to condense the entire air into a single brick, all made people feel chilled.

And the strange giant thing hanging in the air, like a half-cut blade, is more like pressing on everyone's hearts, heavy, stinging, and incomparably depressing.

“…… I don't care about you. ”

The silver-haired young man spat out two syllables very lightly, his pale face without any expression, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

The cross-meat man finally felt unbearable, and tightened his index finger to clench the weapon in his hand.

"Nosy......! Since you are stubborn and insist on wading in this troubled water, wait for Millfair's never-ending revenge! Let's go! ”

Forcibly and calmly dropped the cruel words, the cross-meat man signaled his subordinates to evacuate quickly.

Before leaving the park, he glanced back one last time, and the monster-like ghosts and greatswords in his eyes were no longer clearly outlined, and seemed to gradually dissolve in the sunlight, turning into dots of diamond stardust.

But he didn't have the idea of going back at all, but urged his subordinates to speed up their retreat. The fear of being bound to his soul, being crushed by a boulder, not being able to breathe, he didn't want to experience it a second time.

The man who has never been in contact with the power of the royal power and the Sanctuary (1) has no way of knowing, and the terrifying power that seems to devour people has long been in vain.

At the moment when the last person stepped out of his field of vision, the viscous air within a radius of five meters suddenly dissipated, and the giant sword hanging high in the sky instantly disintegrated, turning into dust and disappearing.

The silver-haired young man's pretended cruel expression could no longer hold on, and he fell down with his uncontrollable body.

A second before the wolf bèi fell to the ground, a pair of strong hands wrapped around his waist to stop the tendency to lean forward in time.

"It's too messy." In the ups and downs of his hazy consciousness, a gentle voice of déjà vu lifted the layers of fog and entered the deepest part of his heart, "How can you ...... when you only have half a soul left?"

The silver-haired young man reluctantly turned around, and with his last lucidity, he recognized the face of the person from his gradually blurred sight.

The consciousness that was close to the limit suddenly shook, and the dark ochre pupils contracted briefly.

"You ......"

Before the second note fell, the figure of the silver-haired young man had already turned into a white mist and disappeared without a trace.

Where he had been standing, only a child dressed as a cow and a strange dice had fallen to the ground.

He took the child in his arms, picked up the dice on the ground, and then looked to the side with a sense of it.

In that direction, a young man named Sawada Tsunayoshi was looking at them with a look of astonishment, the only remaining trace of flame on his forehead was extinguished, just as his mood was swaying.

"You...... Who are you? Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes widened, staring at the face in front of him, which was five or six points similar to him, and the figure that also had a transparent texture.

Penglie I. Shi's eyebrows stretched slightly, and he relaxed the expression on his face, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, the child in his arms woke up without warning.

The child seemed to have been hungry for a long time in his sleep, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he jumped upwards and bit down on his forehead—the magnificent and bright flame of the great sky.

The smile on the corner of Penglie I. Shi's lips stiffened slightly: "......"

Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was standing to his right, collected the third stunned .jpg.