bgm:神の怒り(Re-arranged:type one)

"Cut... ”

Swallowing his bitter saliva, the red-clothed boy gradually stretched out his stiff body.

Although he was able to move when he was exposed to purple light before, his physical and mental activity was reduced to a terrifying level.

Hiding in a complex of buildings in the ruins of buildings can avoid direct fire.

The curvature feels like he's guessed the truth somewhat.

I am afraid that the "one" in the sky is the truth about the mass disappearance of the previous candidates.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the ability to detect, and even risks dying if he gets close.

- There are several high-energy creatures in the sky, which should be the enemies of the purple light.

And the terrifying radiation energy and evil thoughts that penetrate the sky are not aimed at the group of waste below.

It may be unfair to say that it is waste, because these people may be worshipped as gods in slightly less developed areas.

It's a pity, it also depends on who you compare with.

It is clear that the One in Heaven has gone beyond the realm of mortal things, standing side by side with the stars in the sky.

I and others were not taken seriously, but they were affected.

An indescribable aura is entrenched in this huge urban agglomeration called "Dai". No, maybe not more.

Curvature is not a person who specializes in the spiritual ability of reconnaissance, so he can only have a perceptual understanding, that is, "the body is surrounded, and it is estimated that the whole city is wrapped." This is a shallow and ignorant concept.

The purple glow is like some kind of paint, smearing every particle of the world, and then spreading to the distant sky.

Although the territory of the "generation" and the surrounding wilderness are enough to match the land area of a country with hundreds of millions of people.

But.. That person's power cannot be summed up in such a cute description as "state".

Crossing the mountains and rivers, covering the lakes and seas, and cutting off the clouds.

It's like assimilation.

Curvature now instinctively wanted to dig a hole and drill a well—and if it worked, he wouldn't hesitate to do it.

It was only then that he became more aware of His kindness.

The Creator has been moving tirelessly, as if he were waving his fist in his own clothes.

In contrast, the one in heaven unleashed his coercion without any scruples, without any concern at all.

Perhaps,This is the consistent style of candle flames.

Curvature thought silently.

He hadn't seen any other candles, so he couldn't tell.

So, if no one stops it, I guess everyone is going to die.

After resting for a while, feeling that his body and mind had regained his mobility, he did not hesitate to leave the ruins where he was hiding.

He urges the telekinesis of the high temperature to bring about the temperature difference, which forms the wind to propel him forward.

Sit still and pray that you won't be discovered or that you will be ignored?

Of course not.

Maybe if you go out now, you will encounter dangerous anomalies who can move just as much as yourself, but so what?

If you stay where you are, you will surely die.

As the purple deepened, the heavy clouds were also penetrated by the terrible color from the inside out.

Hate.. Hate... Hate... Hate...

Without warning.

Endless evil thoughts emerged from the hearts of everyone present.

It's like some kind of drug, and the mere feeling of hatred is incomparably high, and then you can't help but fall into it.

At some point, purple had already invaded their bodies.

It's like the free spread of gas, which cannot be prevented and cannot be prevented.

Even the eyes on weekdays are infinitely magnified at this time, until they engulf the body and mind.

I am. What's wrong?

That's so hateful ...

Why me...

Damn it.. I'm going to kill him, kill him!!!

Ahh!!!!!!h

Anger and irrationality are like wildfires that spread to everyone's hearts in an instant.

Ignite the internal organs! Devour reason and wisdom!

Hate.. One by one, the bombs buried in the heart are exploding, and the poison is turning into rivers that ignite the body and spirit of the host, thus refining something more delicious.

However..

They can't move.

Hate, nowhere to vent.

The gods of heaven will not allow hatred to leak out.

Just as a good chef does not allow food to be lost in nutrients.

Even if it's just by the way, no one can. Get out alive!

———— "Buzz ————"

With a supreme thought swept by, the heavenly ritual was nearing its end.

They are swallowed, digested, planted, fertilised.

Harvested.

And the speculators who looked up from the ground gained a moment of sobriety.

In the last moments of their lives, they see the most beautiful things and the ugliest things.

It was the scene where his soul, filled with hatred poison, turned into black and red poisonous water.

The internal organs flow out of the body, and the bones merge into the black water with a "popping" sound of dissolution.

The black water did not fall to the ground.

They condensed and condensed in mid-air, and finally converged into a cloud of muddy filth, and then slowly rose into the sky. — like raindrops returning to the sky.

The whole "cooking" process was flawless.

Above the diamond-shaped rune, Xiao Yi slowly straightened up and raised her eyes to look at the sky higher.

Around her, countless blacks were converging.

She raised her right hand, and suddenly, black turbid water rushed towards her palm like a swallow returning to its nest.

The previously dead digital "light" became a transparent stream of light flowing in the rune array.

Here.

Now.

The goddess stands in the sky.

A surge of the name material crept at her feet.

Just like in front of them.

The flowing black tide converges into the palm of the tender little hand.

As in the past.

The space began to tremble, and earth and masonry drifted into the sky, then houses, and tall buildings. Terrane.

The rock formations were lifted.

The girl's face was so fair and touching that no one would want to disobey her.

As for now?

Disobedience is death.

Of course, obedience may also mean some kind of liberation (laughs).

No one knows what she went through, what she gave up, what she gained.

Or... Our girls have not changed at all.

She was still the good boy who plucked up the courage to confess in the twilight classroom.

Or the poor child crying bitterly in the hospital room.

What stupid kid who is determined to chase someone's back.

Alas....

Time, time...

What hasn't changed, what hasn't changed. Who knows?

Her expression was indescribable.

That seems far from the world. Seems to be wandering.

The goddess of solitude will not tell people.

She is demonic, an ordinary girl in the past.

But.. But he has the cuteness of pouring all beings, and that quality is innate and cannot be imitated.

Now, she has the one who dumps all beings again. Strength.

"You're going to be a big guy someday. ”

- Magpie once said.