What does it feel like to die?

No one can tell the moment of death, but Inuyama feels that he can now clearly describe what it feels like to be 'dead'.

The sloppy air flow was gentle and gentle, but the fierce will to cut everything was still in his mind, as if his soul had been cut in half after that blow.

The long cherry colored knife was stuck in the alloy wall behind him, and there was not a trace of it except for the place where the blade had penetrated, as if the knife had been placed there when the institute was built.

The pitch-black monster was silent.

The ten twisted organs were gone, and they had been severed by Qi Gen in a single blow.

"Ahem......"

Inuyama Kazuma was not taken seriously by this monster, he was too weak and he might be just an ant in the eyes of that monster, so when faced with a strong enemy, he was left aside without care......

"Ahh

Black scales burst out from the center of his chest, and in his stunned gaze, several black-red filaments split extremely quickly, inserting into every part of his body.

Those who run away from it can only die.

Such a sentence flashed through the mind of the pitch-black monster, and then it was completely filled with countless chaotic and tyrannical fragments of consciousness.

It stepped over the few remaining traces of blood and clothing on the ground, leaving a trail of scarlet footprints, and all the severed scales on its back grew back to their original shapes, two of which entangled the long cherry knives on the wall behind it.

In front of him was a long and wide corridor, and the center of the three alloy gates of different materials all opened an identical diamond shape, and the position and shape were exactly the same, which was exactly the straight trajectory of the long knife's flight.

The biggest secret of the Eight Families of Snake Qi is held here......

Or caregiving.

"Boom-"

The loud sound was caused by the instantaneous crossing of the speed of sound and breaking through the air, but it was only trying to dodge.

The real attack is silent, but generous enough for anyone to spot at a glance.

Long, straight vertical lines cut through the hallway and thick, purpose-made alloy doors leading to the large lab center. Then a few simple lines crossed the calamity corridor, disintegrating the entire architectural structure of the corridor and causing a roar and smoke.

The pitch-black monster had already left the position where it had been standing, and under the barrage of attacks, it was even possible to directly see the shattered high-strength building materials inside the building.

Katsuko, who was holding the long knife, also turned into several knots under this attack, leaving the long knife in place.

The slender figure loomed under the smoke and dust not far away.

The figure didn't seem to hide its meaning, and after another sharp slash, anything that stood in its way was submissively split in two, and even the smoke and dust that drifted in the air had to give in to this absolute command.

It was as if Moses had divided the seas, or as if a haughty king had inspected the nations.

The pitch-black monster did not react to the gradually clear shadow, because it was simply confused, and at the same time obeyed the instincts of the body to fight.

There is one very important thing.

Such thoughts can only emerge for a moment above countless fragments, and then sink into the endless sea of thoughts again.

Dark red.

It was the color of the girl's hair in front of her, and it was also the color of thick blood.

Dressed in a traditional shrine maiden costume of white and red, she stepped through the rugged ruins, and every time she took a step, the thin steel road would strangely cover a step in front of her, and the smooth and mirror-like steel color reflected the cold light, opening a transparent and majestic path for the girl.

The clogs clattered against the steel-forged road, the only sound in the half-collapsed space.

A strong sense of threat emanated from every nerve in her body, and even the brutal fragments of consciousness in her mind trembled and crawled in front of the girl, not daring to make any moves.

When the girl finally walked up to the cherry sword, she stopped.

So the whole world fell silent.

She delicately picked up the long knife from the rubble, like picking up a weightless piece of paper, swept the dust off the knife, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed her delicate wrists.

A huge formless realm spread from her body to all sides, as if there were no boundaries, but the intensity was incomparable, even the power of the Dragon King was probably no more than that.

In this space, she is the only master.

Once again, the pitch-black figure reached the highest speed it could reach, pounced on the red and white shrine maiden, trying to stop the overwhelming force from completing its final manifestation.

Ten Kazuko shrank tightly behind him, condensing the power of an earth-shattering blow; The two arms had already morphed into claw form, and the blinding magma-like flow of biological energy gathered in one place, enough for it to perform an unprecedented attack.

In a state beyond the speed of sound, there is no wind, no voice, and the whole world seems to be quietly empty. Even if you try your best to listen, you can only hear your own heartbeat and pulse.

Everything is catching up and moving away.

Whether it is the countless noisy consciousnesses in the mind, or the pain in the depths of the memories that have been preserved, it seems that they will no longer manifest themselves in this quiet world.

Those figures, those pictures, those eyes, blank as if they never existed.

And in front of the girl, there is a violent shadow that seems to tear everything apart, and a howling hurricane.

Gu Ao's golden vertical pupils slowly lit up.

The luster flowing like molten gold completely stimulates all the hidden spirits and wills, representing that the girl has finally liberated her powerful power to kill and kill.

Judgment.

This is a powerful spirit that should not exist in the world, it is so powerful that no half-breed can match it, and it can even suppress a monster at the level of a dragon king at the moment of its outbreak.

Swing a knife.

The girl did not pose in any kendo school pose, but naturally had a style comparable to that of the ancient sword master, the slender palm was soft and white, but the moment she held the hilt, it was like holding the authority she was born with, and it was incomparably smooth and inseparable.

The simple knife technique is like a child wielding a pencil sharpener at will, but as an 'emperor' bloodline, she wields it far faster than ordinary people, and almost instantly swings countless knives. The cherry blossom light turned away from the long knife that originally existed in her hand, and turned into a wave of light that swept through the entire space.

Anything that stood in the way of the blade would collapse under the effect of the Word, and even the strongest floor in the edifice itself would gradually crumble under the aftermath of the light tide.

The battle has not yet been decided.

Because that raging shadow did not shake the power of the moon from the front, but chose to dodge through the seemingly seamless death slash, trying to find a flaw that could kill with one blow.

Everything is disappearing.

The sonic boom in the air was forcibly smoothed out in the girl's domain, so even if it kept moving at a high speed, he wouldn't hear anything that made him feel upset.

Chopping is equally silent.

It glides through every inch of space the blade points at, splitting anything in two. However, at the moment when the girl and the shadow were fighting, the divided things remained the same, and although the gravitational pull of the entire earth was pulling the separated parts to slowly fall, the acceleration of gravity was no longer worth mentioning in battles beyond the speed of sound.

The pace is accelerating.

The shadows did not become weak by the explosive movement, but felt a steady stream of strength in the silence.

The girl was still wielding a knife, still quiet.

The shadow stared at her delicate and somewhat childish countenance, her long dark red hair, and her majestic but somewhat confused golden eyes that shifted focus with his movements.

It's getting faster and faster.

Above five or six times the speed of sound, it maneuvered between deadly slashes, as if it were not a slash that would split it in two at the touch of it, but a non-threatening piece of still glass that only needed to be treated with care.

It stopped.

In its sight, the blade was slowly swinging towards his location, the slash reaching the upper part of his right shoulder, and with just a few more arcs, the absolute will contained in the spirit could easily split him in two, just like all the severed walls and facilities around him.

It still didn't move.

In the human eye, the drift of the land plate is so slow that it can almost be considered stationary; And if the plates had a consciousness of their own, they would be amazed at how human beings are born, aged, sick and died so quickly that thousands of generations of humans have been born and died before they could react.

Everything is relative, whether it's speed, cognition, even time. A second sensed by a planet and a second sensed by an insect are two completely different concepts.

The shadow looked at the girl who was swinging the knife slowly, at the light around her that was fading due to the destruction of electrical facilities, and at the mess and ruins all over the ground.

Only the long knife and the girl illuminate this silent and cold space, illuminating this still picture.

To ordinary people, it stays for a moment; To it, the moment seemed eternal.

It came to a complete stop.

It finally remembered something, in the midst of this quiet picture.

The blade swung, finally cutting through the arc of a full circle.

But......

"Knock~"

The long cherry-colored knife turned, and the wooden hilt tapped lightly against the shadow's forehead.

It froze, its eyes fixed on the girl who had approached it at some point.

The black scales had been cut off, and even the calamity mask on his face had already been reduced to pieces and scattered to the ground.

[My name is Eri Yi.] ］

The girl took out a water-based pen and a shorthand book from the small pocket sewn on the inside of the hakama, and quickly wrote a line of delicate and cute fonts on the blank paper.

[Want to come and play?] ］

The shadows froze, the hideous claws gradually retracted, the instincts and vigilance maintained in the battle faded one by one, and the stiff and pale face regained a glimmer of vitality.

It...... Or maybe he.

Mercer finally regained his senses after a long fight.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw not the hopeless bleak sky in the dream, but the childish girl in front of him who seemed to be the embodiment of all light.

"Why don't you kill me?"

A harsh voice came out of his mouth, and he once again struggled with the fragments of consciousness that had obliterated him, but the slight scent of the shower gel and the inquiring eyes of the girl kept him awake.

As if thinking about some distressing question, Eri looked at him with open eyes, then at the blank paper in the shorthand book, and tapped the tip of the pen, but did not give an answer quickly.

The crumbling sound of the cement slab finally sounding after what seemed like a long battle, and everything that slashed through was shattered, and the entire floor was about to collapse.

[Because we're all little monsters, help each other.] ］

The simple, childish answer came to life.

Mercer was silent, and in Eri's expectant eyes, he reached out and gently pressed the line of scribbled Chinese characters on the line of ink on the shorthand book.

He is the archetype.

So even if there is affection, there will be no trembling and no tears.

However, he felt that his fingertips were weighing a thousand pounds, as if he could no longer take his way away from this simple line of answer.

"Now, Eri, do you want to live a normal and happy life?"

The girl nodded quickly, strands of dark red hair sliding lightly across her cheeks.

[Can you help me?] ］

"Ah...... Of course. ”

Mercer smoothed her messy hair, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"That's what I should have done."

- The world is wrong.

So he wants to correct.

Haruka reminds me of the lonely wind and snow in Black Swan Harbor, and the flowers that are gradually withering under the rock formations.

The Eri in front of her should not only be a memory.