"You're thinking now, you're imagining. Writing, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info can touch one's own body and generate one's own thoughts. But it's strange that you are just a subordinate personality of the false god, the equivalent of a thing that does not exist. But why do you still feel these ways? ”

Fallacy stood behind Heathem and spoke slowly. Her voice was faint, but there was a feeling of being unable to extricate herself, it was like a demon harvesting human souls standing there, which made people almost tremble.

"Why the hell are you here? Who are you? What are you? You...... Does it exist or not? ”

The fallacy slowly spoke, word by word, and Heatham's face was still getting whiter. There she trembled, her hands slowly clasping her head.

"Don't say it...... Don't say it......"

With tears in her eyes, she bowed her head deeply and cried in a hoarse voice.

"You...... There are ...... true"

Fallacy looked at the girl in front of him and said lightly.

"Huh?"

Heatham raised his head in surprise, and looked at the fallacy in front of him with tears in his eyes.

However, she was greeted with a hideous smile of fallacy.

"You exist as Sangzhe's 'guilt'~"

She's so hideous.

Heatham was frightened by this expression, and she retreated slightly, and the tears in her eyes also fell.

"What ......"

But Heatham's mood was no longer here, she stared blankly at the fallacy in front of her, and said a little abruptly.

"You...... What does this mean......"

She muttered, but tears began to slowly begin to well-up in her eyes.

"Literally." The fallacy floated and hung in the air, cocking its own retreat, dangling there, "You're not something that exists at all, you're just an undead in the gap between the false gods' thoughts...... No, the undead are not counted, just sad thoughts...... That's right, it's the idea. ”

Fallacy raised his head slightly, and said, "You're just thoughts, some thoughts, that the false god has lost his memory. Isn't it? ”

Heatham didn't speak, but a blank and sad expression appeared on her face.

"Yes, you know. But you don't believe it......"

The fallacy floated in front of Heatham, slowly put Heatham's face on his face, and said softly: "I think that I can live here, I can touch the real life, and I can really understand everything in the world." So you didn't think about it anymore, and you didn't let it interfere with your mood again...... But all of this is still there, and no matter how much you try to avoid it, there is no way to completely eliminate it. You'll always linger here. ”

“…… So why can I still feel this touch now...... This touch to the world? ”

Heatham looked a little dazed, and she muttered a little, "I...... Isn't it supposed to disappear? ”

"Because...... That guy named Sanzhe has something called guilt......"

The fallacy narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

"Guilt?"

"Yes...... Although you were still the kind of non-existent mind at the time, you managed to create a crack in that guy's heart, a crack that made him uncomfortable. That's guilt. ”

Fallacy slowly took Heatham into his arms, slowly burying her head in his chest.

"That guy created you in order to get rid of the guilt in his heart~" The fallacy whispered: "With your original memory, the original thinking pattern, the original everything - but all this is hypocritical, fake, and non-existent." For the sake of his own 'selfish desires', he welcomed the non-existent 'you' into the 'reality'...... Let all this have a tragic starting point. ”

Fallacy said in a low voice.

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"You're going too far!"

Joan of Arc half-crouched on the ground, gasping for air, spoke.

"That'...... So what can I do? Watching yourself leave a wound in your heart, let that fallacy attack along the cracks in the road, and destroy everything now? ”

Sang Zhefeng also sat on the ground, looking tired. He looked up at the sky with the moon and spoke.

"You're just a selfish guy, and because of this, you directly created a tragedy?"

Joan of Arc bit her lower lip, looked at Sang Zhefeng over there, and said angrily.

Sang Zhefeng didn't reply immediately, he just lowered his head silently, and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Yes...... I'm just terrible. ”

Sang Zhefeng said in an exclamatory tone.

They had cleared all the undead around them, and now there should be not a single undead left.

It seems that the other Heroic Spirits have probably finished cleaning up the undead, and Sang Zhefeng won the game.

Yes...... He won the game.

But he lost. Lost badly.

It's never been more miserable.

He slowly lay down on the ground, relaxing his body with a complicated smile on his face.

"Yes...... I'm really bad...... That's how it turned out, and the worst was at its peak...... I thought I would be able to get better recently, but I didn't expect that I would still be like this...... Too bad...... When I first arrived, I was thinking, 'Why don't you take advantage of this incident and let the outside force kill Heatham'...... It's really bad......"

Sang Zhefeng paused for a moment, and then continued: "But I don't want to stop like this...... Now that I've created her...... I'm going to be responsible for her to the end......"

Sang Zhefeng sat up again, and said lightly: "I don't want her to be hurt again, this time what happened because of me, let it end with me." ”

Joan of Arc looked at Sangzhe's wind, and finally sighed and said, "May you succeed, Master." ”

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"Philosophical ......"

Sang Zhefeng turned his head and saw Hai Duyu walking slowly over there with a wry smile on his face, smiled helplessly, and said, "Heathem should let that guy take him away......

"Hmm......" Hai Duyu slowly lowered his head, and said a little weakly, "Sorry......"

"It's okay...... It's a matter of time. ”

Sang Zhefeng stood up, but his eyes had become determined.

"I'll fix everything. Absolute. (To be continued.) )