Resignation to Destiny?

It's up to me, not to the sky!

A word flashed through the mind of the misty believer, and his eyes suddenly opened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The scene he was expecting was not reflected in front of his eyes.

It was a different kind of surprise to him.

The knives swirled and flew through the air, then melted just as they were about to hit the Edge Night.

It doesn't seem appropriate to say that it is dissolved, and it may be better to use digestion.

After all, melting turns a solid into a liquid, and there is not even a slag left in the throwing knife.

It was as if it had disappeared out of thin air, like a mud cow entering the sea.

"This ......" The Misty Believer's mind stirred, and countless fragments of memories poured out of his hippocampus, washing over his nerves.

Eventually, the tide of memory settled on Evening Pine Town, on another throwing knife that had disappeared in the same way.

"You...... What the hell are you?! As if the Misty Believer had been hit in the brain, he asked the question in a tone of desperation that he did not expect to be answered.

The gaze of the edge long night left the kneeling Autumn Frost Moon and turned to the Misty Believer.

That look is like the eyes of a child who pokes an ant's nest looking at an ant.

"Interesting." He spat out two words, and the sound in his voice was not at all like that of a man when he had just come down from the tree.

The Misty Believer turned his head away from meeting his eyes, thinking that this would probably avoid repeating the mistakes of the Shadow and the Frost Moon.

He used his peripheral vision to slowly glance at the edge of the long night that was gradually coming towards him.

Do you want to run away?

If I escape, what will happen to the two of them?

The Misty Believer asked himself as he thought.

Actually, it's nothing more than losing a little experience and durability and resurrecting in the city.

But that's the definition of 'dead' in the game.

The Misty Believer is not sure if his death at the hands of the Edge Night is still a 'death' in the sense of the game.

Because since just now, he has been constantly feeling the breath of death from the edge of the long night.

Death here is death in the true sense of the word.

Due to the peculiarities of their profession, the Misty Believers survived for a period of time in the early days in the army and mercenary groups. Those days of licking blood from the knife edge are something he can't forget.

And the feeling of being close to the edge of death, he has also felt more than once.

The visceral sense of fear is exactly the same as what the long night on the edge of the present brings him.

"Looks like you already know." With a two-point smile in his words, he gradually approached the Misty Believer.

Run, get out of here first is the most important thing.

Qiu Shuangyue probably can't be saved, let him resign himself to fate. But I have to save the Xuanyin. The Misty Believer thought to himself.

"You know, there were people who were as smart as you were?" The edge of the long night continued to walk slowly, talking to himself.

Three. The Misty Believer continued to avoid the sight of the Long Night on the edge, counting down, ready to run.

"Now his grave grass is about three feet tall, hehaha."

Two. You're laughing so stiffly. The Misty Believer mocked in his heart.

"It's a pity that this body is not as easy to use as the previous one, the physical fitness of the previous person is really superb, I think I can probably tear off a black dragon with my bare hands." Edge Changye shook his head, making a look of pity, and then stretched out his hand to the misty believer in front of him.

One!

The Shadow Step of the Misty Believer was used in an instant, and immediately appeared beside Xuanyin not far away.

"Cloak of Shadows!"

The dark curtain obscured the two of them, and the Misty Believer unfurled his invisible force field, enveloping the Seal with him.

Perfect, let's withdraw now. The Misty Believer took a deep breath, picked up the trembling Xuanyin, and sprinted towards the path leading to the city.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Long Night's right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and then the whole person turned into a cloud of black mist, and in an instant, it suddenly struck in front of the Misty Believer, and then re-transformed into a human form, and with his left hand, he grabbed the collar of the Xuanyin in the Misty Believer's arms, and threw her aside, and then the right hand shrouded in black mist grabbed the Misty Believer's neck, lifting the Misty Believer into the air.

All of this happened so quickly that the Misty Believers simply didn't have time to react.

But even if he reacted, it would probably be in vain.

If he had a hundred ways to escape, then the Edge Long Night had ten thousand ways to deal with it.

"Hmm...... Uh......" The Misty Believer tried to break free, his hands tugging hard at his right hand, which had been bound for a long time at the edge.

The results are clear.

"Hey, I was going to wash away your memories and forget it, but you turned out to be like this, then it seems that you can only die." Edge Changye shook his head, revealing an expression of love and cherishing talent.

"Say your last goodbye to the two worlds you love."

The black mist gradually spread from the arms to the fingers and up the neck.

"The last time I relied on him, everything is good, it's just too stupid." Edge Long Night stretched out his left hand, his fingertips caressing the face of the misty believer, "But you're too smart. ”

"Man, it's not good to be too smart or stupid, if it weren't for the fact that my current host is too special, I would really want to enter your body and play with it." The left finger of the Edge Long Night left the face of the Misty Believer, and instead patted him lightly on the head.

"That's it, the damned will die after all."

The expression of the long night on the edge suddenly changed, and a demonic smile that grinned to the root instantly unfolded in front of the misty believer.

Host? Humanoid plague? What is this?

I'll probably never know the answers to these questions.

The believers of the fog gave up resisting, and they gave up thinking.

……

"Chief?"

"Chief!"

"Netra Lag!"

I shouted over and over into the endless data void.

But all I could do was say nothing.

In this world of nothingness, not even the wind exists.

I let myself float and sink in the data, feeling the loneliness of being suddenly offline.

Not long ago, I was still fighting with Autumn Frost Moon, when Autumn Frost Moon shot straight at my front door, I couldn't dodge, I was hit by the shot, and then I didn't even see the damage floating word and instantly dropped the line.

I'm connected to the game, and being offline doesn't stop me from getting back to the game. This is what the chief had told me before.

But this time, no matter how much I tried, I couldn't touch a single ounce of that world again.

It's like there's a wall between me and it.

It was as if I had gone back to the day I first met Elise, and the same was true of the iron wall that was blocking us in that underground cavern.

A great wall, separating two worlds.

"Elise!"

I could only cry out over and over again for someone I could help.

But no one came.

Wrong.

In this world of nothing, there is another person.

I turned my head and looked at the ball of light floating in the air.

Wait a minute.

The man in the ball of light is gone.