Breeze.

White Moon.

Night.

Silver mang.

and, chasing the silver, cyan mist shadow.

No, it's not a flight, it's a strategic retreat.

Kazama told himself as he flew quickly.

However, even a strategic retreat like a long march always has its end, and now Kazama has no idea how long he has been running, and in his impression, he must have never stopped.

And so, all the way around the vast courtyard, again and again.

The mechanical armor had long since been discarded, and when he realized that the poor blade couldn't even cut off the other party's hair.

There was only an invisible rope left, tightly tied to his body, and the other end, no doubt, connected to the behemoth behind him, which was jumping and pounced from side to side.

The claws of steel tore through the silence of the night.

Accompanied, explosions sounded from time to time.

The hideous mouth of the blood basin appeared on both sides of Kazama's feathers.

Is it a joke, or is it a provocation? Kazama doesn't know.

All he knew was that he wasn't walking his dog, but there was no doubt that he was walking it now.

Moreover, that dog is not an ordinary dog.

It is the legendary keeper of all sins and cages, with the body of a lion and the wings of a dragon, the son of the dragon - the fox.

Although, just legendary, although, should not have appeared in this world.

But just as the legendary dragon can exist in this dimension, the raccoon seems to have been embodied by these imaginative humans.

With the legendary cyan flames and claws that tear everything apart.

One big and one small, two streamers, just like that, in this empty courtyard, a game of cat and mouse is staged.

One in heaven and one on earth.

One runs in front and one chases behind.

One was sweating profusely and panting; A good time to spare, to wait for work.

It's not a game, there's no rules, it's just a joke, a joke of the predators about their prey.

The contest did not exist from the beginning.

To run (liu) to escape (gou), just to give others more time to retreat.

However, those who should have retreated still seem to be stubbornly stuck here.

Not because I like it, it's not because I'm curious, and it's not because I'm not afraid.

Fear is just instinct, but more often than not, there is always a blood that will suddenly boil, and there is always a mood that will suddenly surge.

The so-called warrior is such a existence.

On the battlefield one after another, there is no life and death to speak of, only the dignity of life, burning in the scorching heat of light and flame.

The meaning of life lies in struggle, and the mystery of struggle lies in not being chaotic and moving forward in the face of danger.

bullets, whistling in the wind; Cannonballs, flying in the air.

Explosive, frozen, paralyzing, producing unidentified smoke, and even, enough to brighten up Kazama's blindness...... All kinds of them.

If Kazama could stop at this time and hold an exhibition of missile types, Kazama would be very happy.

Others in the room may be happy too.

Except, the big guy in the back...... And, the ugly face of the person who doesn't know where to hide, even if you don't have to see it, can imagine its smug expression.

"Hahaha! Little bunny, you have today?! Lao Tzu makes you nosy! Let you stand up for those inferior orcs! Let you protect that girl! Are you scared now? Hehe, this is the prison tower guardian beast that Lao Tzu secretly inherited from the old immortal of the last Shao Si Kou-Raccoon Beast! Even if that girl drove the entire army of Reggios over now, it wouldn't help......"

The words behind him were chattering endlessly.

It seems that he wants to pour out all his unhappiness.

However, Kazama doesn't have the mood to listen to it now, and even as a wind in his ears, he will feel troublesome.

After all, washing your ears or something is really a troublesome thing.

Moreover, many times, the reason why a person fails is that when you are talking about it, someone else is doing it.

Hopefully, this won't just be a serving of chicken soup for the soul.

Because what Kazama needs now is the truth, a truth that is enough to break through the current predicament.

However, there seems to be only one truth before him now - "not afraid of god-like opponents, afraid of pig-like teammates".

When Kazama was running desperately, trying to delay time so that a certain guy could run farther, that guy appeared in front of him with a smile on his face.

By the way, it seems that a change of clothes was also made.

"I admit that your clothes are beautiful and have managed to touch my cold heart."

There are no superfluous complaints, only the simplest words.

Speaking calmly, Kazama Hiroha didn't look at the other party much, picked up the other party expressionlessly, and continued to run wildly.

In my ears, there is the hissing of the night wind.

Accompanied, there was a sudden "rumbling" sound.

Something, suddenly, came up.

Even through the clothes, you can still feel the scorching temperature.

"Hmm~ As a reward for complimenting Miss Ben, if you don't mind, use this warm hug~"

Caught off guard, he was hugged before Kazama Hiroha answered.

"Hey, hey! I don't mind! Also, can you get out of here first?! ”

Even though he was roaring loudly, the force that surrounded Kazama's waist was noticeably tighter.

The lower abdomen was tightly pressed together, and in an instant, a strange sensation wandered and began to run around the whole body.

Let the already overloaded throbbing heart crumble like a collapse.

"Huh? You can't be misunderstanding Miss Ben! Do you think Miss Ben is the kind of bad owner who watches her pig run around the ground after being chased by other dogs and then runs away on her own? Sob and sob! ”

However, there was no sobbing expression at all.

Only the smug smile, with a slight sense of vanity, came from the girl.

"At this time, it should be by your side forever! Uh-huh! I know you're very moved, don't thank you for anything, just shut up, and be grateful to Miss Ben for saving her life! ”

I was tempted to ask about the specific meaning of this pile of conversations, which were almost like talking to myself, but the answer was already out before Kazama could speak.

With a hint, slightly, caught off guard.

It flew up, and the moment it took a step in Kazama.

Although, it can't be seen, though, it can't be touched.

But under his feet, the ground that kept moving away, and the wind pressure that gradually intensified overhead, reminded Kazama to raise his feathers at all times, and he flew.

With that quirky girl named "Lily".

There were no wings, no propellers, just a pair of bizarre boots, worn on the maiden's body, with a slight growl, "rumbling" upwards.

All the time, just like that, levitated.

Then, sprint.

Like a rocket that launches a satellite, or an intercontinental missile that is ready to cross half the world.

It's a pity that the girl's journey doesn't seem to be as long as planned.

The so-called fantasy has already ended before it has time to begin.

The moment when he raised his feathers in the wind and was suddenly stunned.

At night, Regios was still so bustling and confused, using the hustle and bustle of singing and dancing to hide the shadows that were silent in the corners.

And then, the shadow, just like that, suddenly spread.

Even with the moonlight, it was quietly dim.

In the dimness, there is that touch, as magnificent as the sea, ethereal blue, and that, as magnificent as the scorching sun, dark gold.

The two colors blended perfectly, accompanied by the strange fluorescence like a firefly, outlining the huge existence with a diameter of thousands of meters.

Obviously there shouldn't be, it's obviously completely invisible from the ground, but at this moment, what is presented in front of Kazama Yangyu is indeed that, every time I see it, I will be shocked, Tianzhou Maana.

However, the shock belongs to Kazama Yangha, and the girl next to him has nothing.

With only the speed of the wind, it carried the two of them at a rapid pace, and swept towards the heavenly boat Mana.

"Roar!"

It seems that it was because of the sudden disappearance of the other party, which made the fox, who was having a good time, stop with a displeased face.

When I looked up, there was a thunderous roar.

The huge sound wave stucked the missile that was coming towards him like a fly.

The dragon's wings fluttered and flew up.

Only the blazing fire was left, accompanied by the deafening explosion, which blew the place where the fox used to be into ruins.

"Mana is still here? They ...... that Herr."

With a worried face, he glanced at the pillar of fire on the ground, and when Kazama raised his head, he couldn't hide his excitement.

"Let's go! It's just that Maanna was left here to repair it. Hurry up! Hurry up! When that big guy comes, he won't be able to use 'Wrath of Ishtar'! ”

A hurried answer, followed by an anxious urging.

"Also, don't mention other girls when you're with a girl, otherwise, even Miss Ben will be angry, after all, before being your master, Miss Ben was a girl!"

Grinning helplessly, Kazama quickly raised his head and glanced at the familiar starry sky.

Then, his left hand reached out and he suddenly held it in.

An invisible force surged rapidly.

Galloping, roaring, whistling from all directions.

It seems that countless whispers, and like the dense chanting, linger in the ears.

The familiar feeling seemed to pull the blood, making Kazama Yangyu unconsciously stretch out his right hand.

With three fingers, you can use it suddenly!

Taken back, with the great whirlpool.

"Boom!"

The streamer that swept in an instant appeared without warning.

The sky was full of stars, and it converged in an instant.

Converge on the slightly trembling, fingertips.

Bow, out.

Arrows, come out.

And that, enough to illuminate the entire night sky, a bright light.

The entire starry sky, at this moment, is condensed on that seemingly tiny arrow of light.

Slightly, hovering, jumping, trembling.

Pointing there, the rapidly expanding green shadow.

The huge dragon wings, flapping violently, swept towards Kazama.

Also towards that, the bright arrows of light.

It's like a moth, knowing that it will be hurt, but it still pounces on the burning light without hesitation.

So, as if in response to its expectations, the light suddenly surged.

It is as if he is an aggressive warrior, and the moment he meets his opponent in chess, he suddenly exalts up.

The already bright light arrow suddenly became more and more dazzling.

Then, there was a sudden contraction.

It seems to be to condense all the strength into that one, a small point.

Then, go through, go through, through that, rapidly approaching, Qingying.

There was moonlight, falling into those silver eyes, like a touch of stars, shining slightly.

Shine with a scorching essence.

In an instant, it turned into a dagger and stabbed out fiercely.

Pierce that, the only target.

That's not Jing Ke, and it's not specialized.

But that sharp point has penetrated the shackles of time and space and reappeared leisurely.

Together, the condensed in it, the sky is full of stars.

If thousands of meteors pierce the sky!

Straight ahead, towards the target that has finally arrived.

At that moment, Kazama saw that the center of the target, behind the cyan clouds, finally gradually became clear, smiling face.

Although, still scarlet, although, still jagged, but that very humane smile, just like a child.

Finally, after searching for thousands of degrees in the public, I found my playmate.

It's a pity that it is not greeted with a warm embrace, but enough to penetrate all the enthusiasm, bright light.