The flames are still burning, accompanied by the embers of sinful karma.

Nostalgia is entrenched in the ruins of Luodu, as if it wants to burn the beloved city to powder.

The alarm sounded more and more urgent, and a blinding red light began to flicker overhead.

It was not the glow of a flame, but a warning of extreme danger.

But Kazama didn't have time to care about this, the outer shield of the creator had dissipated, followed by the scorching sound of armor, like ice and snow melting in the scorching sun.

In his silver eyes, a hint of ferocity like a hungry wolf flashed, and Kazama Yangyu gritted his teeth violently.

"Armor mode, disarmed!"

With the sound of the machine disassembling, the pitch-black creator was quickly thrown back into the dimensional bubble.

It was something borrowed from someone else, and it was a gift that someone had carefully modified, so he must not break it.

Even if this price is to put oneself in danger.

Sweat quickly oozes out of the skin and is steamed dry before it has time to evaporate.

The same treatment was given to the chapped skin.

But this time, Kazama can't repair it with the particles around him, after all, it's a real body.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is the silver robe that burns out.

It was it, which roared fiercely in the wind, slid into the distance like a bat with its feathers in the wind.

Glide to that area, in the midst of the fire.

Obviously, it should have ended, and Mingming, the carnival of victory should have begun.

However, the brave man who brought the victory was still lost in the flames born of the sinful karma of mankind.

"Suffer forever and ever" or something...... Such a script and such an ending are absolutely unacceptable......

His eyes quickly drifted away, trying to find the figure.

But what I found was always the blazing tongue of fire, and the fighters who fell scattered into the sea of fire.

No! No! Where, none!

It's like disappearing, the figure that should have been so eye-catching, the figure that should have stood in front of the world to be praised and praised, but now, it has completely disappeared.

There was an icy chill that swept from Kazama's heart...... No way...... Impossible...... Certainly, somewhere, she must, still be alive!

Stubbornly, he shook his head, but the air around him became hotter and hotter.

Closer and closer the flames, higher and higher temperatures.

Hair, began to burn, skin, began to crack.

The pain was so severe that the body began to twitch unconsciously.

Do you want to die like this? Are you going to die in this sea of fire?

No, not yet...... At the very least, we have to find her...... At the very least, we have to bring her back properly...... At the very least, I have to touch her head and praise "so amazing......

If I die like this, even I will be unwilling!

In an instant, something exploded in Kazama's heart, and an incredible force boiled in his veins mixed with that obsession.

"Erer ——!"

With a roar, red blood spilled out of the cracked corners of his eyes, quickly spilling into those silver eyes.

The pupils, which were already a little reddish, were rendered even more weird and blurry.

It was a brilliant light, especially transparent in the bright moonlight.

It's like an ancient contract, with blood as the medium, and it begins to be written slowly.

The body suddenly became lighter, and the vision also fell into scarlet.

In the scarlet, it is the wisp of breath, if there is nothing.

Quiet, faint, yet familiar.

At that moment, Kazama felt the woman he was looking for.

Behind a thousand heavy flames, behind that cold armor.

The silvery shadow suddenly blurred.

In an instant, it turned into a pitch-black wing.

Then, like a night crow, they dispersed.

"Boom la la ......"

For a time, the sky was obscured.

There was an illusion that came suddenly, and Kazama suddenly felt like he was flying, flying so high and high, becoming so big and big.

It's like the Kunpeng I've seen before, the moment it spreads its wings, it obscures half of the sky.

There was moonlight, sprinkled from the top of his head, but he couldn't see his own figure.

Only the fluttering of wings resounded in my ears.

Then, it fell.

Converged his wings and hid his form.

He stood upright on the ground, as if nothing had happened.

But nothing is the same.

Whether it's the location, the flames around you, or the scenery in front of you.

There, a huge figure was on one knee, straight and standing in front of Kazama Yangyu.

The high head seems to show his unyielding fighting will.

Shadow, in an instant, swept out.

Kazama raised his feathers and flashed like a ghost in front of the gigantic Creator.

There was a ghostly light, spilling from the strange armor, like the fireflies of that summer, shining slightly, luring people closer to it.

A little...... A little......

"Click~Quack~"

There was the sound of armor opening and closing, coming from overhead.

The fingertips, a millimeter from the armor, came to an abrupt halt.

Looking up, Kazama raised his feathers, and before he could see the situation clearly, he was sucked in fiercely.

The gigantic fighter, like a long-disguised man-eating flower, devoured him the moment the prey approached, and finally, contentedly.

However, it was not the corrosive slime that greeted Kazama, but the electricity-like, numbness.

The pale lips, just like that, were printed straight up.

Cold, wild, with beastly greed.

For a while, the fragrance was tactful, cool and sweet.

The head exploded with a "bang", and the silver eyes suddenly glared at the boss, staring straight at the blurry red eyes in front of him,

As if bathed in the baptism of heaven, Kazama froze for a moment.

Not just the eyes, but the body, the soul, and even, his whole world.

In the sluggish world, only the red blood slowly flowed from the lips, accompanied by the fragrance and sweetness, little by little, into the throats of the other party......

At that moment, there were vague memories that came flooding up from the depths of my mind.

I finally remembered the source of this power...... It's the same night, the same is facing such a pair of red eyes, the only difference may be that the darkness at that time is gorgeous at this moment.

Colorful butterflies, like naughty goblins, wander in the vast air, gathering and dispersing, and decorating the whole world with a swagger.

Kazama had always thought that the Creator was big, but he never thought that its operation compartment could be so large.

It's not a space, it's a world.

And in this world, there is a pair of boys and girls, closely clinging together, blending blood closely.

The blood, little by little, is withdrawn and then poured back again.

It's like breathing, and the cycle doesn't stop.

A force that was more powerful than the original gradually poured into the body, but on the contrary, the overall blood volume began to decrease significantly.

Kazama raised his feather, looked at the woman in front of him with a shocked face, and then, as if he finally reacted, he pushed it away fiercely.

Although, it shouldn't have been done, though, there was a moment of hesitation...... But the body still subconsciously made such a choice.

That's the choice of the heart, after being occupied by someone.

"You ......"

opened his mouth, and for a while, Kazama Yangyu was a little overwhelmed.

In the eye, there was a weak shadow, like a scattered fallen leaf, slowly, falling backwards.

"Hey! How are you?! ”

quickly grabbed the other party, and the original sluggishness and embarrassment turned into anxiety in an instant.

The surrounding butterflies seemed to be frightened by Kazama's feathers, and they flew away in a hurry.

Leaving only a pair of misty eyes, they slowly opened.

"You...... Here we go......"

"Uh-huh! I'm coming, you...... It's okay......"

Although, at first glance, it looks like something is very important, but I still want to hear that sentence, even if it is a comforting word.

But in response to him, it was inexplicable words.

"Don't ...... See. ”

"Huh?"

"Don't look...... Now I ......"

Hard, tilting his head, as if he wanted to, to cover something.

However, the butterfly pattern on the chin was clearly revealed.

Kazama Yangyu was slightly stunned, his fingertips slowly poked out, trembling slightly, and touched towards the beautiful butterfly patterns.

The skin is still flat, and the texture is almost untouchable, but the lifelike butterflies are so real and cruel.

"It's beautiful, it's beautiful...... What about tattoos......"

It's obviously a word of praise, Mingming, with a smiling expression, but the voice, why is it choked up without permission!

"Hey...... What a sinful man...... It's just sweet words that make people happy......"

Not...... Is the sin so great...... In a sense, yes, right......

Kazama raised his feather and looked at the pale face apologetically, but what he saw was a rare smile.

If the lotus that has been frozen on the Tianshan Mountain for thousands of years blooms in an instant.

"That's what it is...... Do you have the secret to capturing those girls......? ”

“……”

For a while, I was speechless.

"Ah~ It's a pity to say these words to someone like me who is about to die...... But you can't recover the cost......"

"You!"

The silver eyes suddenly rounded, and the face that was originally relaxed suddenly tightened,

"I lied to you~"

“……”

I can't figure out this guy's personality at all...... Is this the heart field that is in full bloom behind the iceberg?

"Probably...... I don't think I'm going to die......"

In the frail words, on the equally weak face, he tried to pull out a smile.

"As long as you don't use the last, and final, ...... month"

"Boom!"

A loud bang, even among the Creators, was enough to clearly feel the huge impact.

Among the fighters, the large swaths of butterflies suddenly surged in all directions.

The originally vast world suddenly dissipated, and in an instant, it turned into the surrounding scene.

Kazama raised his head sharply and looked towards the source of the sound.

There, above the high King's Tower, in a cotton wool-like nebula called "Ebihe's Fall", countless thunder lights were faintly jumping, as if something was brewing.