Montpass walked on a high place, the wind tugging at his gray shirt, as if fearful of the danger ahead, trying to warn the old man of the preciousness of life.

"Alas. . . It's a little hard to see.。。 ”

The old man opened his eyes, and the gray and dull death covered the pupils, and the remaining whites of his eyes were cloudy.

The white towers that stretched through the sky not far away could only turn into a chaotic distortion in his eyes.

His eyes were no longer able to see, and his constricted pupils made him comical and miserable.

"I see. The old man is dying. ”

The wrinkles at the corners of Montpass's eyes relaxed slightly, revealing a clear expression.

On the other hand, Montpass's entire body was wrapped in a strange white light, soft as a sparkling wave.

with moonlight playing on the water

The old man melted into this wonderful light, his body decayed to the point that he could not touch the clouds and the dew, and he was constantly emanating something beautiful and full of charisma.

- Life.

Uniquely, only this thing that can always accompany you, human life.

You can ignore it all the time as long as you think about it, but it has always been around us, in the human body, and at the source of ups and downs in the long course of life.

The moment the old man left the canyon, it began to leak, and the life that dissolved into heaven and earth was finally coming to an end.

Regrets?

After all, eternity was once pursued.

Until now, he is on the way to pursue it.

The escaping light fluctuated, like a quietly boiling water.

Life!

What a great, glorious, powerful thing.

But it left me.

Little by little, it is withdrawn.

Speaking of which, how long have I been walking on this land?

I don't know.

It must have been an incalculably long time, but now that I think about it, it was only a brief moment.

For most of his life, Montpass sat in the abyss, like a sword in its sheath, enjoying endless solitude.

The body that suffered so much in the [Great Collapse] barely collapsed, and the strong will supported such decay, and the outstanding life continued to survive in the world.

He endured great suffering on behalf of thousands of living beings, and naturally paid a terrible price, which stretched from the Fire Age to the New Age.

As for after?

There won't be.

This wound seems to contain the resentment and obsession of the dead gods, who torture themselves all the time, turning this shattered life into a puddle of collapsed mud.

After all, they didn't even have a chance to turn into mud, and they were brutally dismantled and cut into pieces.

"Whew... ”

The old man's right arm is raised to shoulder level.

The flowing rays of life seemed to be attached to the body, and they swarmed to the withered right hand, which was only a layer of skin, and circled around the fingertips.

As a young man, he used a knife to cut through the fur, muscles, and bones of his prey, allowing the internal organs and blood to flow to his arms.

In the prime of life, he tore the throats of the gods with a knife to let fresh air pour into his esophagus and respiratory tract.

In old age, he forgot to remember how to use a knife, and this instinct was burned in every moment of his life and could not be erased.

Right now.. With the loss of his life, he began to lose the strength to hold the knife.

There is no skill to match.

And even the knife itself was lost.

Thirty million years, what can make up for such a time difference?

Even if the way the knife is used is imprinted like a soul, it will not be as clear as yesterday.

What is a knife?

Killing weapons too.

What else can you do but kill?

Whatever the other uses, in general, it's meant to kill.

Such a simple truth was ignored by my past self.

Oh, yes.

Knives are used to kill.

I'm killing.

I'm killing gods.

I'm not a saint, I'm just snuffing out the derivatives of the seed little by little.

They are enemies, but they are not.

It was only after reaching the life level of the candle flame that Montpass realized what he was doing.

He unconsciously worked for the black swan for half his life.

Unknowingly, he became an accomplice.

What the hell am I doing?

How much of the candle flame was lit as an offering?

But the death of these creatures is the opposite of their own.

Their lives are contrary to their own path.

At the moment when Montpass sealed himself, he didn't expect that he had been sitting and thinking hard for 30 million years, and the answer he got actually overturned his previous self.

Reshape?

Did I do it?

They call me holy and make me king.

They're dead.

There will never be again, and the king of fire will never come back out of the dust.

Oh, yes.

Flame.

Sit back and watch the flames burn while you have the ability to extinguish them.

Watch the people wail.

Just for. Make sure you're still on the right path, or if it's just your own understanding.

They want to overthrow me, yes.

In that case, then overthrow it.

At the end of the day, I'm just a monster with bloody hands, slaughtering living beings for the Mother of All and erasing possibilities.

I am not your leader.

I don't deserve to be called a king, I'm not a saint.

I'm a. Someone with a knife.

I'm going... kill

kill

I'm going—

Kill!!!!

Suddenly, an indescribable aura escaped from the surrounding heaven and earth. The space rippled in bursts and waves.

Warm white points of light converged on his right hand, and in the old man's violent and painful gasps, tears trickled down his wrinkled face.

"I... I'm so unwilling. ”

"I've been killing. ”

"But... They are all my compatriots. ”

"We are of the same origin, but we want to strangle each other. ”

"I... It's really unwilling. ”

"So... ”

The passage of life suddenly accelerated, and the white light was like a spring, pulling out of the withered body and turning into a mass of light wrapped in light.

Montpass looked like he was going to die at any moment.

His flesh has long since dried up.

His heart was about to be extinguished.

Maybe he doesn't need a body anymore. There is no way to remedy the trauma that can be damaged.

If he could, he should have cut himself as early as the moment he understood himself.

But he didn't.

The old man was tormented by a long period of pain, and the death of the gods was like a curse, opening a hole in his heart and causing his life to continue to drain.

In the rippling space, a pure white light formed from the old palm, and the next moment, the light began to boil.

The light is like fire, and it burns brilliantly.

At the last moment of his life, Montpass, who was supported by his willpower, raised his head, and he was like a beacon fire, rising at the junction of heaven and earth, in front of the white tower.

Life is like fire.

If you can't live forever.

That's it. Like the meteor in the polar sky, in the highest part of the sky, in the darkness that no one cares about!

- "Bloom!"