God, it's still that day.

The month is still the same month.

Red, flamboyant, beautiful...... It's beautiful, but it's slightly bloody.

However, everything was a little different, just after the man in front of him appeared in front of him.

Ren Bu quickly flashed to the side.

Thick blood fell on the transparent ground like candle tears.

If the plum blossoms bloom in the sky.

Only this time, he didn't repeat the old trick, because, even if it turned into sand, it would no longer be able to make up for the broken internal organs.

"Vampires?!"

The hoarse voice, the resentful eyes, and the bleak face were like evil spirits from hell.

In this night, which has long been turned into purgatory, it is unexpectedly a little appropriate.

"Huh? It's rare for someone to remember us, but if we could, we'd rather be called Bloodline. ”

There was red blood, overflowing from the corners of his mouth, embellished on the elegant smile, making the thin face look even more weird and hideous.

Nikolai slowly turned around and casually threw the entrails on the ground.

In the scarlet eyes, a greed called evil quietly shone quietly.

"The deal, has it begun?"

The words of confirmation were not said to Hito, but towards Kazama on the other side.

But what he saw was the bloodthirsty eyes, and the scarlet that was hidden in the silver white.

There, there is an ancient evil that burns quietly.

Its owner, however, does not seem to have noticed.

Because, he didn't have time to pay attention to these, he was more concerned about this capital city and all the people in this capital.

Flames, blazing.

As far as the eye can see, the miserable white powder, like a thick layer of ashes, is spread in this raging purgatory.

Gently blown by the heat wave, it quickly lifted up and floated to the unknown distance.

It was the remains of the building, the purest crystallization left after being burned at a heat high enough to melt steel.

The brilliant haze went away with a loud "rumbling" sound.

I don't know if it will spread to heaven.

But the more possibilities should be to hell...... There is the right place for it.

It was a pity that it did not call its companion, the flaming serpent, and let it escape from hell and wreak havoc on the earth.

Kazama tilted his head and glanced at the behemoth in the distance.

Between the frowns, a pair of transparent thin wings suddenly extended from the back.

"The deal is on, but, I'm going to live."

In the faint words, Kazama Yang Yu quickly swept out, and when he looked back, he paused slightly.

"Also, protect her."

Glancing quickly at Huer, Kazama stopped lingering, and in an instant turned into a streamer of light, rushing into the flaming hell.

There was a scorching wind, rushing in his face and pouring straight into Kazama's lungs.

With the smell of burnt mush, his entire body was smoky.

It's as if a mouth will erupt into a fire.

However, it wasn't Kazama who breathed fire, it was the flaming serpent.

"Whoosh——!

A terrible and urgent roar, a mountain of flames, could graze the head of Kazama's feathers.

The silver hair burned out a scorched stench.

The translucent thin wings were quickly repaired.

There are sparks floating from afar, and the summer fireflies are slowly sweeping.

Then, before it could touch Kazama, it burst open.

Turned into ethereal fireworks, brilliant and poignant.

If it were a normal day, it might be a nice view.

Bringing your beloved girl and standing on a high place in a yukata should be a precious memory, right?

Alas, not today.

Because today, no matter how beautiful the memories are, they have been stained red with blood.

Just like that sky, no matter how gorgeous and dazzling it is, it can't hide the sadness that seems to be dripping blood.

A little bit of fluorescence, spilling from behind Kazama's feathers, is like some kind of rare flying effect, gorgeous and gorgeous.

It was the thin wing on his back, melted and gathered, gathered and scattered in the too hot air, constantly swaying between the absolute heat and the struggling thoughts.

Even with that figure, it began to be a little upset.

But Kazama knew he couldn't stop.

For under his feet was the flames that flowed, and in front of him were the people he needed to seek.

No matter how cold it is, at such a temperature, that guy will be melted......

"Second sister, second sister, don't die! Help me! Which god is coming to save my second sister! ”

There was a strange cry for help, sounding from the ground not far away.

Although it is certain that it is definitely not the person you are looking for, at this time, you really can't abandon these survivors.

Although, he is not a great god.

"Bang!"

A swift knife.

Simple and refreshing.

The huge blade of the power of the mind effortlessly pushed away the dust that was scattered on the ground, and with it, the ruins and broken walls beneath the dust.

Then, revealed, that strange caller.

"It's you?!"

Kazama Yangyu was slightly stunned, the encounter of fate came so suddenly, but he was not happy at all.

Of course, the other side is too.

The pig-eared young man held the brown-skinned girl who was already unconscious in one hand, and wiped his tears vigorously with the other.

It's just that these tears evaporated in an instant before he could wipe them dry.

Only one burnt trotter remained, and it paused in the air at a loss.

Its owner, on the other hand, was stunned.

The strange staring lasted only for a moment, and the awkward atmosphere was burned by the hot reality.

Kazama didn't speak, just pouted helplessly.

Then, like a puppy, he picked up the pig-eared youth and the brown-skinned girl.

There was no hesitation and no explanation.

Only more frantic vibrations came from behind.

The light and thin wings flapped vigorously, but when the wind feathered, he felt like he was hanging on two small hills, and it was difficult to walk an inch.

The brown-skinned girl is naturally nothing, but the pig-eared young man has obviously exceeded the load limit of Kazama Yangyu.

"Hey! You guy...... Aren't you getting fat again lately......"

Although it was just an illusion, Kazama still looked at the other party with a suspicious expression.

But when I saw it, it was a terrified face.

Bean-sized sweat trickled down from the round face as if it didn't need water.

"Hmm...... Even if you eat fat, you don't need to be so nervous...... I won't ......."

The words are only general.

Looking back in shock, what Kazama Yang Yu saw was a pair of huge eyes as beautiful as the setting sun.

Accompanied, corroding everything, scorching waves.

"Roar!!"

An angry roar, with endless resentment, pierced from the ear.

The flame serpent that appeared at some point suddenly opened its mouth, spit out a touch of pale blue flame, and in an instant, it turned into a hideous snake letter, fiercely, and devoured it towards the wind and feathers.

If the python eats the ants, if it is a raging tide, it sweeps the flat boat.

Breathing, suddenly scorching.

Even the whole lungs began to burn.

The skin, chapped and chapped, the blood vaporized before it could spill out.

The cells began to twitch, and a large amount of water turned into nothingness in an instant.

Not just the body, not just the power, even the whole being, began to become ethereal, and then, blurred.

In the face of such a primitive and terrifying power of heaven and earth, all the power, all the skills, began to seem insignificant.

There was a golden glow, pouring out of his throat, trying to open his mouth, trying to spew out the forbidden power.

Just say it, just say it, and you'll be saved......

However, it was evaporated.

It wasn't enough to shout out the syllables.

The tremendous wind pressure, accompanied by extreme temperatures, distorted the entire space.

In the distortion, there are dimensional cracks that are as black as an abyss.

At that moment, Kazama wanted to get into it like this.

There, I guess there's no such terrible heat.

There was no flame, no wind, no air, and no such great fiery serpent.

There was only one, a huge figure, and one, a golden figure.

With the continuous dripping molten iron, he stepped out of it.

Like a warrior who rushes alone to the devil who brings all the calamities when the whole world trembles.

Its body is melting, its figure is becoming blurred, but its speed is not stagnant.

And, faster, more fierce, more, unstoppable.

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At the end of the thousand years, the devil will return from the prison of hell and come out to deceive the nations of the world, and that is Gog and Magog.

They gathered together to fight, and their numbers were as great as the sand of the sea, and they spread out to the whole world.

And they besieged the camp of the saints and the beloved city, and fire came down from heaven and consumed them.

And the devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet were judged.

and they shall suffer day and night for ever and ever.

"Boom!" In his head, something suddenly exploded, and Kazama suddenly felt that the world in front of him was different, and muttered, "So, the prophecy of the future we experienced was actually because the souls were originally adjacent, and then passed on what the origin soul had experienced in another dimension?" ”

"It may or may not be." Just when Kazama thought that he had comprehended the new world, he gave an uncertain answer, and he smiled wryly as he explained, "We don't know the state of existence of the timeline, because we are limited to this dimension, even if we rely on reasoning, we can understand a higher dimension, and even rely on the results of these reasoning to spy on a higher dimension, but we can't spy on a higher dimension." ”

Kazama nodded, indeed, it's like you can estimate that a numerical range is 0.1 to 0.5 from some definite conditions, and then use a few such uncertain ranges to infer more uncertain ranges, such as 0.001 to 0.0125, but, the next step, there is nothing you can do about it, because you don't know that you need several such uncertain numbers to infer the lower range. Such an inference is meaningless.

"Therefore, we also have no way of knowing whether the timeline is a higher axis that permeates every dimension or a completely new axis independent of all spatial dimensions." Kazama raised his head from his contemplation and suddenly asked, "Right?" ”

"You have a good understanding." Yan nodded, "So, either the information is transmitted from the same level of dimension through the Origin Soul, or because the timeline is a closed ring, and our Origin Soul has been moving on this ring, repeatedly. And the information we see is the imprint that remains on the Origin Soul. ”

"But how boring is it that the Origin Soul runs along the same history every time. Moreover, isn't many things probabilistic, and every time it's the same, it's different, right? ”