“... Pathetic, wild dogs without owners ... Tell me...... Do you feel like the embodiment of justice in particular......"

“... This sense of superiority, occupying the moral high ground, self-righteousness and the idea that no one else is in sight... Doesn't it make you feel great......"

“... No one can bring justice, no one can make the world respect... I want her to be respected, to be in awe, to be afraid, to tremble... It is necessary to crush her completely, ravage her, and conquer her......"

“... Now I... Suddenly enlightened......"

Some of the broken, only fragmentary flashback memories kept pouring into the consciousness of the rickety figure, as if because of the too large void reaction of the ruins of the Dragon King City, his own void power was also affected, and there were some fluctuations.

Perhaps it was because the memory was so strong, and his own void power was so great that an afterimage of a one-armed knight standing with a sword appeared in front of him.

“... No, I just feel pathetic... For a person who once regarded faith as everything, but in the end betrayed his own faith... Feel pathetic......"

The one-armed knight's words kept ringing like echoes in his head.

“... Because of your faith... It's an outright lie......"

Damn it!

The face under the hood twitched slightly, revealing a hint of hideousness.

Those deep-rooted images seem to be like the deepest wounds in consciousness, which cannot be healed and cannot be erased.

Although the enemy in front of you is basically the same as an ant, it is a taboo to be distracted during the fight, and even the ants can catch a flaw in it that they can take advantage of... But no matter what, he just couldn't get these fragments of flashbacks out of his mind.

"He's distracted, right now!"

Diabo's cry rang out in the blizzard, followed by a roar that shook the heavens.

"Hey, a!!!a

A roaring figure burst out of the blizzard, flesh-soaked plasma burning like flames, flowing from wounds into blood vessels, into hearts, and then to every corner of the body.

tomahawk in the left hand, great sword in the right hand;

Covered in blood, blood like fire;

The furious "tyrant" tore the blizzard to shreds like a burning torch, and rushed face to face towards the rickety figure.

The great sword and the tomahawk fell downward at the same time, and the slender cane was stopped by a raised cane before it hit the rickety figure, and a low murmur came from under the hood.

"I said... The sword-wielding... and shall be ...... by those who have been there"

"Poof!"

A blood-colored afterimage pierced through the invisible barrier, grazing the cheeks of the clumsy figure.

Damn it... The eyes under the hood flashed a hint of hideousness.

Those memories that can't be shaken off actually make a flaw in their strength.

"Govait!"

"Hey, a!!!a

The furious roar turned into a golden-red afterimage, and the roar had rushed in front of the cricket figure, the tip of the Phantom greatsword facing his chest.

"Bell!"

The violent impact sounded the notes of metal clashing, and the tip of the sword was stopped by an invisible ripple the moment it touched the figure.

But the "tyrant" did not stop, and even became faster than just now!

I don't care if I hit or not, I don't care if I'm stopped by the other party, I just keep attacking, crazy!

The moment the blade swung it, the burning plasma of the burly body seemed to be more violent than before, and the flame-like golden red became closer and closer to pure gold, and even to a dazzling white.

"Hey, a!!!a

The action of opening and closing, the crazy movement, as if boiling in the burning tendons and plasma, desperately slashed at the seemingly small figure, pouring out all the power that a knight on the verge of death could pour out at the last moment of his life.

Is that... Fight to the death, and have the power to go and never return.

"Boom !!!"

The "Lonely Tower" towering at the feet of the rickety figure began to shake, and if even this last foothold was destroyed, then the five figures would all fall into the sinkhole abyss of the ruins of the Dragon King City.

I see... A flash of realization in his mind made him know the plan of the four evil gods.

For these fallen evil gods, they are already the only beings condensed by the memories of this life, and the body has no meaning to them, but for themselves who have just returned from the void, if the body of the material world is destroyed, there is a risk of falling back into the void.

You guys... Is that how it was intended?

Feeling the violent tremor under his feet, a sneer crossed his face under the hood.

"Hey, a!!!a

The body that had completely turned into a dazzling white body continued to roar, and the ripples in front of the rickety figure were already full of cracks, as if it could completely crush it with just one more blow.

The "tyrant" who roared wildly completely erased his original consciousness and became the last fighting spirit of the dying who existed in this world.

Roaring and roaring, he did his best to smash the blade of the phantom into the emaciated figure.

"Bang!"

The faint ripples shattered like glass, and the phantom battle axe and greatsword rose again, then slammed down!

"Smack!"

The slender cane raised above his head gently stabbed the burning burly body of the "tyrant".

Not good!

Diabo's expression changed in shock, and the blood-colored afterimage that surrounded his body swooped down on his cane.

"Govait, get out of the way! he's going to ......"

Bang!

The words came to an abrupt end, and the "Ender" twitched violently as if it had been grabbed by the throat, and his wide eyes were filled with fear.

The face under the hood slowly lifted, and he looked coldly at Diabo, who was struggling and twitching violently, and his left hand, which was always hanging by his side, was slightly flattened, and his palm was held in a virtual shape.

"I said... Diabo... In my world... There is no place for selfish desires......" The humble figure came from the whispering words:

"So... I must devour your Void power and obliterate your existence and consciousness... Will you... Become a part of me......"

"I do what I say......"

The frightened "Ender" Diabo's expression gradually distorted, and an unprecedented sense of helplessness came over his face, and unlike fear, he could feel that he was becoming "nothing", "vague", and "difficult to judge".

The "reliance" of one's existence in this world, the power of one's own void, one's own consciousness... Everything is gradually being swallowed up, assimilated, negated, and obliterated by the power of the other side's void.

The touch of emptiness is constantly eroding his existence, his consciousness is blank, and all his memories are blurred little by little, and finally disappear.

The body that kept struggling, the distorted face showed a confused expression, and then the body became transparent little by little, until it ......

Fade away completely.

Four evil gods... Relying on the existence of a mixture of all the desires and ambitions of the world..."Ender"... From this world, forever obliterated.

"Diabo?!"

The old man kneeling on the ground, "The Dead" Lemantes exclaimed, but before he could even resist, the oncoming slender cane had already pierced his throat.

"Lemantes... The famous 'Dead One', the 'Wizard' that appeared before the Dragon Kingdom was born, in a sense, you are the first existence to create the concept and identity of the 'Wizard'......"

A low, moaning voice echoed in the cold wind.

Lemantes, who had been pierced through his throat, was still struggling, but his withered body was like a plaster, constantly cracking, peeling, and scattered like dust, floating in the blizzard.

"It's sad... If you don't resist me... I'm the one who can make you my spokesperson or sort of an avatar... Continued to exist......"

"Valuable but tireless in rebellion against my existence... Lymantes... It is my great pleasure to you... Falling into the void... See my consciousness swallow up this world with your own eyes......"

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, the slender cane that pierced through the throat of the "Dead Man" returned to the hand of the rickety figure.

The old man who knelt on the ground completely turned white like plaster, and was torn apart in the ice and snow.

Staring at the dissipating figure, the face under the hood let out its first sigh.

"Hey, a!!!a

The roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth exploded in the blizzard, and the burly figure roared all over its body, once again desperately pounced on the rickety figure.

With a roar, the ground beneath the figure's feet continued to crack, collapse, and decompose... It's like the embodiment of anger, rushing up at the expense of everything, turning the last drop of blood in the body into fuel for the battle.

And then they all burned out!

But the staggering figure didn't look back, step by step towards another "existence" that never approached, and didn't even look at him.

The slender cane supported the incomparably weak figure, step by step, walking past the place where the Enderman had disappeared, and past the remains of the Dead Lemantes, who had only fragments left.

Phantom greatswords and battle axes were raised, and the raging blizzard was stirred by the storm of blades, and struck at the rickety back.

"Hey, a!!!a

The roar of the trembling heart sounded again.

Also... The last time it sounded.

"I said ......"

The rickety figure stopped, seemed to raise the slender cane in his hand with some difficulty, and muttered to himself:

"He who wounds with a sharp blade... They will be slashed by a thousand swords and their souls torn apart......"

Burst!

The words filled with icy killing intent fell for a moment, and the burning burly body instantly disintegrated.

All that's left is dust.

With a trembling right hand, he put down the slender cane with some difficulty, supporting the rickety body, and the gaze hidden under the hood swept towards the last figure standing in front of him on the ice and snow.

"It's... I am not surprised in the slightest......" He spoke softly, with murderous intent in his voice:

"Ruton... The only one who stood up... But I watched my companions wither... Didn't intervene to stop my existence......"

Squatting on the ground, the thin figure with his face hidden between his arms slowly raised his gaze and looked at those cold eyes with an extremely sad expression.

"I know, I knew from the beginning that we couldn't stop you, and even if a miracle happened, we wouldn't be able to do that, that's a fact. ”

"But... It's also a very depressing truth, I saw it, but I couldn't stop it, I could just, I could only watch it come, and... Strangling all of our existence!"

The thin figure "Unbeliever" Luton said in pain, and his voice was mixed with a little choking.

"The first wizard to gain insight into the true face of 'time'... I can understand your pain... Your suffering, which has transcended the existence of numerous consciousnesses... But... Unfortunately... Still one step away......"

The rickety figure whispered, like a judge of judgment: "Your eyes see the truth... But because I have seen too much truth... You've lost the momentum to move forward......"

"Wisdom is never a gift... It's a burden... It's painful... I can't bear the pain and burden... You can't be on this rugged road... Take the first step......"

"Eventually... It's just a doer......"

The withered right hand stretched out his cloak and tried to hold the top of the "unbeliever" head, but he reached out to stop him.

"But there are still forces in this world that can stop you, not from this world, but from another world, strangers who are completely unbound by the laws of this world. ”

"His future is out of the hands of this world, so it is still possible to stop you, or even replace you!" Luton cried, not knowing whether it was fear or anger, or sympathy for the man in front of him:

"Your future may still be ended by him!"

The cloaked figure, bowing his head slightly, pushed away the hand of the "Untrustworthy" Luton, and pressed the withered palm on the top of his head:

"I know... It's Asrael's trick... And why I'll be back... I figured out what he thought... Counted the one move he'd do......"

"He's going to stop me... Desperate to stop me... So I just need to find him... Beat him... You'll be able to get the second Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail hidden by you and the Dragon Kingdom... Then ......"

"Devouring the ...... of the World"

The weeping "unbeliever" Luton turned into snow under the withered palms, and the rolled snowflakes brushed the cheeks of the rickety figure and blew down the hood.

Farnesis..."Black Cross" Serol sneered, gently clutching the snow in his palm and stopping at the tip of his nose.

It's a very familiar Void reaction... It can't be wrong, it's definitely his power.

"Loren Turin ......"

Raising his head, Seriel's gaze turned to the south, looking out at the snow-white earth, the towering glaciers, and the lead-gray clouds......

His gaze seemed to have passed through it all, locked on to a familiar figure in a memory that had blocked him again and again, and had managed to survive.

"Don't be in a hurry......"

"I... Seliol... This is coming to you......"