Despite how inexplicable the Grim Reaper-sama felt, the force prevented him from taking even a single step. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAs long as he stands outside this room, then the boss will never do anything to himself, because this is the limit of the boss's attack range, and it is also the limit of the boss's hatred range. As long as the boss doesn't do anything to him, then he doesn't have any reason to do it.

Reality can't defeat him, but it can stop him in a rougher and simpler way. The Grim Reaper also had the idea of one day stepping on a high stone and pointing at the sky and scolding, "Thief, I won!" But he never did. Because not once in his life did he choose not to compromise with reality.

That's not his heart. Although he had a lot of fun fighting with the sky, he didn't want it. He just wants to live well and live his life well.

It is customary for Lord Death to hide himself in the shadow behind the door, covering his entire body. Leaning against the door, he took out his notes. Suddenly, Lord Death realized that something was wrong. The cover of his notes is changing color. Although it was only a little, and the rate of change was noticeably slow, it did change.

Starting from the two corners around the perimeter, the upper left corner is gradually dyed red, while the lower right corner is dyed pure silver. The two colors do not interfere with each other, but they emit a little ghostly light in this dark environment, blending with each other.

Without much thought, Lord Death locked on to the suspect. Hill and Lian, they must have not run away. They were the only ones who had touched their notes, and the two colors matched them. But what does that mean...... Domain markers?

Lord Death muttered, touching his notes over and over again, and only after flipping through them again and again did he make sure that nothing had changed except the color. Since it has already happened, then it has happened, anyway, what will happen is not something he can decide, let alone solve it. Something happened to someone who was stronger than him, and he believed that they wouldn't do anything to him for the time being, so he opened the note with peace of mind.

During the time when he was searched by Lotus, one of the few memories he still remembered was what Lotus had written in his notes. He wondered what she had written. Unfortunately, even though Lady Death went through the notes from beginning to end, he still couldn't find the handwriting of a third person other than him and Luna-sama. Lord Death had no choice but to do it.

It suddenly occurred to him that his notes had also been in Ciel's possession, and that Ciel's had indeed used some kind of spell at that time. At that time, because Lord Death was already sick and almost vomited, I didn't look closely. But now that he thinks about it, that scene can easily appear in the memory of Lord Death, and after connecting the before and after the fragments, he strangely finds that it seems that the two memories are not perfectly connected. It's as if it was cut off by something and forcibly connected together.

Whether it was a period of erasure of his memory, or a pause in time, it meant that for Lord Death, there were more things he didn't know. And by that time, it is likely that Hill had erased the words that Lian had written.

The search was fruitless, but it didn't seem to change much. Lord Death rubbed his temples and closed his notes.

Well, it's going to get better someday. He could only comfort himself like this.

It's just that the moment he closed the note, he instinctively felt a strong crisis, so much so that the hairs on his whole body stood up like a fried hedgehog, and he instantly entered a killing state, and subconsciously picked up the sickle and turned around and slashed it down.

He trusts his instincts more than his eyes, more than his senses, more than his judgments, more than everything about himself. Nothing could replace his intuition. It was the only thing left of everything he had forgotten in countless dead ends. This almost instinctive instinct made him perceive countless dangers, and also saved him from countless dangers. So when his instincts alerted him to danger, Lord Death didn't do anything more.

Instinct will drive his body to make the most correct judgment and make the most correct action.

His instincts never go out of the way.

So this time, it will not be an exception.

The scythe was coming, slashing in front of the empty body. But at that moment, a violent popping sound erupted in the air, as if everything had been ruthlessly torn apart, and an unbearable wail was issued. Finally, the second head of the huge boss, which had been silently moving, quietly opened its blood-red eyes, opened its mouth, and shot the most terrifying attack players had ever seen with the head next to it.

But this attack, instead of going towards any of them or at a particular terrain, went straight through the boss room, mercilessly hitting the open door. Immediately, the door was pierced mercilessly, and even two meters away was melted into a terrifying black hole.

They couldn't imagine what such an attack would be like on anyone...... No, they can totally imagine it. will die. There is no doubt about death. Definitely not die without any doubt.

They had never seen an attack so straightforwardly destroy the terrain that the system had set out for.

But, at a time when everyone was incredible, something even more incredible happened.

They were surprised to find that the monster's attack was not aimed at the deserted area. There was indeed someone standing there, but only his lower body could barely be seen because of the light that covered almost the entire earth.

Even if no one recognizes it, Asuna will never admit it. That's the Grim Reaper.

She covered her mouth for fear of being surprised, her eyes staring at Lord Death who was drowning in the devastating light, holding her breath for fear that the slightest movement would affect Lord Death. Her mind inevitably went blank. She couldn't figure out why she was the way she was.

That location is indeed an absolutely safe location!

She believed that Lord Death would never die under such an attack, but she involuntarily clenched her hands tightly and bit her lower lip. It was only at this time that she clearly realized how powerless she really was. At such a time, she could only stand here weakly, but she could not help Lord Death at all. She hated herself for being like this.

She was undoubtedly proud, but not worthy of what she was proud of. This made Asuna fall into deep self-reproach for every moment that Lord Death supported under the attack, as if all the damage was transferred to her.

She hasn't changed anything.

This fact made her forget to breathe in agony. At that time, as she is now, she could only stand in one place and watch him hold up the sky. Why is this so? What she wanted to do was not just hide behind him.

Lord Death had no idea what Asuna was thinking. His mind was now blank and in a state of stagnation. It's not that he was dominated by instinct, and after instinctively judging that this attack couldn't kill him at all, he would have returned his body to him. However, he still couldn't help but fall into shock.

His scythe has the ability to break demons, whether it is composed of matter or energy, as long as it is an attack in some form. So it's not that difficult to block the boss's attack. It wasn't this incident that shocked Lord Death, but something more important.

The boss did something to him. Without warning or trace, it was done to him in an absolutely impossible situation.

He was stunned, and he couldn't think of any reason to explain it. Until the boss attack stopped, he could only hold the scythe blankly, and the notes remained in his hand. Unbeknownst to Lord Death, the red color on his notes began to spread rapidly as the attack continued, and within a few moments it soaked half of his notes, stopping right at the middle of the dividing line. What's weird is that not only the red color hasn't crossed the line, but there is a regular triangle directly in the middle, which looks weird. Silver, on the other hand, didn't move at all, still quietly staying in the corner.

The Grim Reaper finally came back to his senses, only to find something dazzlingly bright in his hand.

Only then did he notice that the note had quietly changed drastically. What was originally a pure black note has now become a black and red mix. And there was a burning heat coming from the red place, and the material was no longer made of some kind of leather, but something more incredible. It's not like animal skin, but it's not like metal and paper. It's soft to the touch, and it's as smooth as water, which is incredible.

But it doesn't matter. Even if the notes change drastically, the Grim Reaper-sama will not be able to study anything. But one thing was clear, and it was indeed before him.

Lord Death looked at his hand, clenched it quietly, then let go, and took another step forward. Nothing has been hindered. His right to self-defense was triggered, and for all the rest of the time, he had the power to kill the moss-covered giant machine in front of him without any responsibility - perhaps it was lifeless.

[Anyone who does anything against the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper has the power to immediately execute him, and all attacks ignore defenses.] 】

This passage suddenly appeared in the mind of Lord Death, and it was extremely clear. Moreover, it was more like someone whispering in his ear, and he could even feel the sensation of the slightly hot breath blowing through his earlobe.

The voice is of the lotus.

O Guardian, we will give you what you desire. Erdang turned into the sharpest blade, guarding everything you thought, no matter how painful and difficult it was. When the other side strikes again, we will need your strength. At that time...... You will not have any right to refuse]

The voice slowly faded away, too far to touch or recover. Only that unwavering determination is deeply rooted in the mind of Lord Death.