Qianjun, how much will it weigh?

Kazama never knew.

How deep can the darkness be?

Kazama doesn't know.

But when such weight, in such darkness, fell on top of his head, he finally understood.

The power of a thousand pounds is enough to bring about the darkness.

That's the kind of darkness that can't see the weight of hope, and that's the kind of darkness that can't see the light.

In the face of such weight, in the face of such darkness, the difference between humans and ants may only be the difference in the way of death.

Struggle to die in pain, or, in ignorance, die peacefully.

But even so, even if they know that it will be painful, human beings will still choose to struggle without hesitation.

Because, behind the pain, that is, the hope that runs through all his dreams.

Just like the flower of flames that suddenly bloomed.

So beautiful, so fiery.

It is as if the world has come to the world with all the light and heat in the world.

In an instant, tear the darkness apart.

Whirling, rushing, struggling, roaring.

Then, it was torn.

Torn apart, pieces of wreckage, poured into the wind.

Poured into that huge, noisy, wind.

Immediately, diffusion.

It turned into a larger, more blazing flame light, illuminating the invisible hurricane.

One after the other, one after the other, like a ram's horn, like a fiery dragon.

Squeezing each other, shoving, roaring.

Desperately towards the middle, the blurred figure forced away.

bones, suddenly, are compressed.

With it, the pain of breaking.

When he opened his mouth, he screamed in pain, but it turned into a burst of wind rage.

With a hint of hustle, with a hint of boiling.

The eardrums that lifted Kazama's feathers instantly bulged slightly.

Ears, deaf in an instant.

The world was then quiet.

In the silence, there was only a figure, and suddenly, it rushed towards the raging flames.

And pounced into that, whirlpool, sharp blade.

It's like, a warrior who is going to die.

Towards countless swords and swords.

One, two, three......

Countless wind blades, like sharp blades on a meat grinder, are mercilessly circling and cutting.

Cut over there, silver clothing.

Sputtering, one by one, blinding flames.

The corners of his mouth, a slight wry smile appeared, Kazama Yang Yu reluctantly tightened his neck, and hid his entire body tightly in his clothes.

Leaving only a body full of fire, like a meteor, piercing into the flaming hurricane.

Immediately, it shot out.

Under his feet, with a slight force, his body shape, quickly stretched, and a huge centrifugal force, in an instant, threw off Kazama's feathers.

Turned into a slightly embarrassed figure and rolled to the ground.

"Bump!"

There was a crisp sound, but Kazama didn't even have time to slack off, and under his feet, he quickly exerted force, and suddenly, he shot out.

The wind, whistling in your ears.

Shadow, fluttering in front of your eyes.

In the huge "fierce" sound, the blazing fireball dragged out a long tail flame and flew forward.

Together, a silver-white figure.

And it was followed by a large number of dark shadows.

Although there is no hurricane anymore, although, with the strange tenacity of this clothes, he escaped from the meat grinder-like hell, but the "whoosh" sound behind him is like a life-urging charm, which is coming quickly.

Forced Kazama to raise his feathers, he didn't even have time to activate the creator.

The only thing he can do is ...... Run, constantly, run.

But, what the hell is that black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him?

Didn't you say okay, resurrect in turn, in order?!

Why are you still cutting in line?!

Helplessly glancing at the already empty statue bases not far in front of him, as well as the stone statues on both sides of himself that had just begun to slowly shatter, Kazama Yangyu's heart couldn't help but curse a few times.

If he had the opportunity to meet the designer of this castle, he would not hesitate to draw a large turtle on his forehead, and then throw him into the castle, or rather, in this corridor, so that he could experience his perfect design.

Uh-huh...... Kazama nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes were not looking ahead for a moment, looking at the dark shadows that were getting closer and closer.

The top priority is to survive first...... Even if it's just to draw that turtle......

Shadow, surging in an instant.

The gargoyle, which had been quietly suspended in the air, seemed to have finally discovered its prey, and the black wings shook and quickly swept out.

The solid arms, with the black claws, with the sharpness that tore through the air, slashed fiercely towards Kazama.

"Boom!"

In the huge firelight, several black shadows quickly shot out and smashed straight into the hard wall.

However, before Kazama could be happy, the black shadow that had just fallen flew back unscathed.

It's like ...... Immortal?

At that moment, Kazama finally understood that there was no need to live and die...... The stone statue or something is a lifeless existence in itself, even if it turns into a ghost, it is just an extra layer of resentment, such as the walking dead...... No matter how much damage is received, even if it is cut into pieces, as long as this resentment remains, then these fragments will reunite again and again, and as always, carry out the only task - protection.

A moment of distraction, a moment of slackness, in my heart, the alarm protrudes.

The shrill whistling, the chill, the swaying shadows, and that, the eerie chill.

Everything is urging Kazama to raise his feathers and get out of here quickly.

Then, the speed came.

With the enthusiasm of the wind.

“Wuld，Nah，Kest！”

Golden flames suddenly rose and poured out of their throats.

In an instant, it turned into a strange sound and swept away.

Together, the huge dragon might.

Dragon Whisper: Phantom of the Wind, Unleashed!

The wind, in an instant the hustle and bustle.

It's like, there are countless wind spirits, pushing and pushing each other, noisy, and crowding towards Kazama.

Then, lift him up quickly.

Then, run wild.

There are no steps, no footprints.

Only, the picture suddenly blurred.

It's like, compressed, hundreds of times...... Pitch-black claws, huge black wings, and that, pointy, trailing triangular tail......

Obviously, it is impossible to distinguish it, it is clear, it should be unrecognizable, but Kazama raised his feather, and he still recognized it.

Recognized, everything that seemed to freeze suddenly.

That, slowly, everything that floated in front of you.

A little, a little.

And then at a certain moment, suddenly, clearly.

Light.

A huge light, as if it was the rising sun, pierced in without warning.

Pierced into the pupils that suddenly contracted.

Light, shadow, moving, immovable, all in that moment, return.

Together, the one that was just compressed because of the blur, partially.

The huge tingling and dizziness made Kazama raise his feathers and almost have the urge to faint.

But he knew he couldn't.

Even if you can't see it, even if you don't look back, that kind of sound, that densely, like the flapping of wings like a migratory bird, is still so clearly transmitted, all the way to the instinct to survive.

Keep your head high and close your eyes.

And then.

“Wuld，Nah，Kest！”

“Wuld，Nah，Kest！”

As if he was crazy, two roars suddenly poured out of Kazama's throat one after another.

In an instant, it shot away.

Along with that, the figure blurred again.

At that moment, Kazama felt like he was dead.

It's like, being hit in the chest by a huge air hammer.

There was a furious onslaught that tore through everything, and suddenly came rushing in.

A mouthful of blood shot out fiercely, with the inertia that had not yet dissipated.

"Poof!"

The red, the full red, suddenly spread in the air.

With that, the familiar cold breath.

It's like, something, suddenly woke up.

At that moment when a mouthful of blood spurted out.

However, Kazama didn't care, because he didn't have time to care.

When he opened his eyes, Kazama quickly turned his head.

Then, in prostration, sit down.

There, in the corridor that was still so long that there was no end in sight, a large black shadow was slowly turning, flapping its wings gently, sometimes high and sometimes low, flying away into the distance.

Like a flock, homing bats.

You bet right...... Is it?

For a long time, I breathed a sigh of relief, and between my heads, the corners of Kazama's mouth opened a smile, like a relieved smile.

Sure enough, the guardian beast or something, as long as you leave its protection range, you won't be chasing after it anymore...... After all, their mission is not to hunt, but to guard.

But what exactly is it protecting? It takes so many gargoyles to act as janitors......

Treasure? Holy Spirit? Still is......

At that moment, a long-lost cold breath suddenly re-emerged in the wind.

It's like, something ominous, suddenly coming.

Suddenly getting up, Kazama raised his feathers, and looked back in shock.

But no.

Nothing, nothing.

Standing quietly at the end of the corridor in front of Kazama Hiroha was a huge arch that seemed to be slightly dilapidated due to disrepair.

The original magnificent and gorgeous iron door has long been rusted, leaving only one side, standing majestically, while the other side, leaning obliquely against the door frame, seems to lose balance and collapse with a slight touch.

On the vault more than ten meters high, there are large and small spider webs, like a huge curtain, little by little, hanging downward, leaving only a one-person high opening, so that Kazama can barely pass.

Cautiously approached sideways, but when he saw it, it was still an abyssal darkness.

In the dark, it was a slightly narrow room...... No, or perhaps it should be said, it is...... Cell......

Because, by the light of the fire in Kazama's hands, it was the dilapidated cells that had long been deserted, densely packed along the middle aisle, extending out.

The steel fence, colorful and cold, cut the bright firelight into fragments, one by one, blurred fragments, making the whole room look like it was shattered.

However, it may not be the room that is really broken, but the bones scattered all over the place.

In a cage, where the light cannot reach.

Moribai's bones, complete or fragmentary, piece by piece, pile by pile, scattered and haphazard, were discarded.

Yes, I guess it was discarded, the canine-like skulls, and the breastbone and tibia that resembled humans......

Along with the ground, the pool of dark blood that has been solidified for an unknown number of years makes people can't help it, and their scalp is numb.

Turning back in disgust, Kazama took a few deep breaths, and he suddenly felt that he shouldn't have come here.

This eerie atmosphere, this air covered with the dust of death, was not a place he liked.

It should be said that most people, if not almost everyone, will not like it...... Death or something, bones or something, decay or something......

After all, life is always a beautiful existence, and when life passes, these beautiful things will also quietly disappear, leaving only an eerie and disgusting chill, lingering like a ghost, lingering for a long time.

Shaking his head fiercely, Kazama stopped thinking about it and began to walk slowly, towards the front, towards the deeper, darker darkness.

One step, one step.

Slowly, slowly.

It seems to be strolling, but it is so cautious.

After all, no one can guarantee that there will be something strange other than the gargoyle from last time, suddenly popping out.

Then, bite your neck hard.

Such a story, such an ending, is not so satisfying to Kazama.

Like, now, his journey.

Long cloisters, narrow corridors, empty halls, and towering staircases......

One after the other, again and again, as if in an infinite loop, and as if in a step-by-step process.

Although he once suspected that he had entered the mythical Cretan labyrinth, Kazama still took the trouble to walk, walk, walk.

Then, finally, arrived.

Arrived, the great arch that led to the end.

Mottled, dilapidated, quaint, bulky...... However, the light can be seen.

Yes, the long-lost, light.

With it, it is as bright as moonlight.

No, that's moonshine.

The moon, which is several times larger than the ordinary bright moon, is poured down, moonlight.

The moment Kazama raised his feathers and vigorously drilled out of the gap between the cumbersome iron doors, what appeared in front of him was such a round of incomparably huge bright moon.

And behind it, with the style of an apocalyptic oil painting, is an endless, blood-colored sky......