"Boom ——!"

A loud sound, like a mountain falling.

There is a strong shock wave that spreads between the gap between heaven and earth.

Straight, like the sleeves of a god, blowing towards the world.

So gentle, yet so deadly.

Just, just a swipe, everything in this little gap turned into powder.

There are ethereal clouds, spreading in the air.

If the smoke is too gorgeous, the curtain swells in all directions.

It is so big and so gorgeous, as if it contains all the light in the heavens and the earth, and people can't help but look up at it.

Kazama, who had just jumped to the top of the tower, had not had time to find Ren's figure, so he turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the arena.

There, there was a fire, spreading like blood.

No, it's not fire, it's not blood, it's heaven's punishment.

It was the roar of heaven and earth when sin boiled.

The huge fiery serpent circled and twisted rapidly, its body poking out of the earth, and its head rushing into the towering clouds.

But at the moment, not even the clouds are gone.

There was only one bright moon, dyed red.

Together, the whole sky.

It was like a blood-stained curtain, slowly descending at the end of everything.

Some orcs began to pray silently, "The light has come, and the night will pass...... The shackles will be opened, and you will be free to fly...... Freely! Freely! Thanks to God Almighty, we are finally set free......"

Yes, the darkness has broken down, and the light has come upon the earth.

But what it brings is not freedom, but destruction.

The evil, the good, the evil, the righteous, good or bad, whether clear, are all devoured by the brain.

Swallowed up, in the vast and brilliant smoke like a sea of clouds.

There, everything will be judged.

This is "the day of God," this is "the day of retribution," this is "the day of great and terrible," this is "the day of the wrath of the Lamb," this is "the day of the heaven and the earth being moved," this is "the day of God's judgment with fire and the sword," this is "the day when the earth and all that is in it will be burned up"...... This is the end of the world that Kazama once conceived in his mind, as described in the Bible.

The wind, stopped.

Rain, annihilation.

Even the sound lost its speed, and in that miraculous brilliance, it came to an abrupt end.

The grass and trees evaporated in an instant, and only the skeleton remained of the building, and the steel gate turned into a crimson molten iron in an instant, swallowing the soldier and their chariot together.

No one ran away, no one screamed, and at this moment, in front of such a grand and extravagant funeral, any struggle was a desecration of death.

They can close their eyes in peace, smile and wait for the whole world to be buried together as their own burial objects.

And the one who sings the elegy will be, the breath of the flames.

"Boom!"

A huge shock wave, accompanied by an incomparably brilliant haze, rolled like thousands of troops.

In an instant, the King's Tower was swallowed up, and the King's Chamber, which dwelt on it, was swallowed up.

At that moment, Kazama Yang Yu touched the brilliant haze.

It's so beautiful, and so flamboyant, as if it's coming with all the light and warmth of the world.

People can't help but want to open their hands and have a big hug with it.

But it was not God's mercy that responded to his embrace, but the raging flame.

The flames, the crimson flames, like wild beasts, roared, roared, and rushed out of the smoke with unparalleled enthusiasm.

Then, bloom.

It's like the whole end of the world, blooming for him.

At that moment, Kazama Yangyu's heart inexplicably sounded that faint word.

"Now, big fool, what will you do at the end of the world?"

Turn around and look back.

And then he behold, the one who had uttered these words, maiden.

The shadow dissipated in an instant.

It's as if it never existed there.

Kazama's feathers suddenly turned into a streamer and flashed out.

Swifter than the breeze, more violent than the flames, the silver-white figure appeared in front of the girl in an instant.

Then, bump into each other hard.

and the body that was also coming towards him.

"Hull!"

A gentle call, what was missed, was the hug that was too late to open.

In a flash of brilliance, the figure that had not had time to be completely clear spread out in an instant.

It's like a membrane, like an umbrella, and more like a small harbor.

No matter how turbulent the waves are outside, no matter how wild the rainstorm is outside, as long as I am here, as long as I am by your side, here will always be calm.

"Boom!"

"Zizi...... Zizi Zi ......"

There was a sound of air crackling, accompanied by a strange, scorching sound.

The furious flames, like a mad lion, pounced on Kazama Yang Yu with his teeth and claws.

Although there was no body, although there were no nerve endings for heat and pain, the flame that was enough to burn everything out seemed to evaporate the film along with Kazama's divine consciousness.

Let Kazama raise his feathers and can't help but snort.

But in response to him, there was a can't help but laugh "poof".

The smile that bloomed accidentally seemed to be a flame flower growing on the Osia tree, so beautiful and so brilliant.

At the moment when it was in full bloom, all the flames lost their light.

domain, unfolded in an instant.

It was as if a king who could not be blasphemed, arrogant and domineering, descended into the world.

Whether it is smoke or flame, judgment or destruction, everything that stands in its way is mercilessly annihilated.

In the realm, only the golden pupils shone brightly.

"What a big idiot! Even if you're so weak, you're going to rush over desperately......"

The smile was fleeting, and the girl quickly lowered her head and turned to the side.

"Hehe, maybe I'm just here to cry for His Highness~"

The two little tiger teeth shone slightly, and then quickly retracted.

Only Kazama was left to squirm and stand up.

On his pale cheeks, a hint of an embarrassed smile appeared.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he turned to look around.

Then, pause.

"The so-called good people don't live long, and the scourge lasts for thousands of years, that's the case......

Like a sigh, the smile on Kazama's face instantly converged.

The cold gaze looked towards the vague rickety figure not far away.

The haze swept swiftly, wrapped in the hot flames, and surged into the distance.

Only the huge fiery serpent was left, as if it had finally woken up, and slowly moved.

At that moment, there was a rolling roar, like thunder.

"Crazy ......! Wangui ......!! Crazy ......!!! ……”

One sound, one after another, like a dream, like a self-talk.

With an incomparable obsession.

Even if the body has been destroyed, even if the soul has been sacrificed, but this obsession, like an immortal undead, slowly hovered in the sky of Luodu, with the huge world-destroying fire snake, little by little, in this multiplication

Above the ruins of Hua, raging.

Each sound exploded like thunder, and each sound was accompanied by a blue flame.

The buildings that survived the catastrophe also trembled in this thunder, and the blue flames were the poisonous saliva of the fire snake, which burned the earth into charcoal.

Kazama was startled, and quickly looked towards the huge fiery snake.

The gaze wandered, as if he was looking for something.

But no, nothing.

Only the brilliant streamer quickly swept from outside the city, that was the remnants of the seven armies of Yunchi, who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, after the walls of the royal city collapsed, like puppies foraging for food, swarming.

And the battle was met by the Janissaries who were crushed.

"Hey, hey! Scourge? Waiting for the old man to be in the world and whip Liuhe, who dares to say that the old man is still a scourge?! ”

With a gentle tap of the staff, the hurricane that had originally surrounded the body quickly dissipated, revealing a figure that became more and more rickety.

The pale face was as transparent as white paper, but the hands held high were accompanied by cheers of excitement.

"It's over, it's all over! The history of Nakdo is good! The history of ten thousand families! From now on, it will be the world of my benevolent family!! ”

As he spoke, a strange roar suddenly overflowed from the old man's throat.

Loneliness, pathos, like the middle-aged cruising wind in Mobei.

But it was not the northern winds that responded to him.

Rather, the wolf of the north.

"Whew~"

The long wolf howl, poignant and rebellious.

Dragged with a creepy tail.

One, two, three......

Densely packed, like thousands of lone wolves, in this world of fire and moon, leading the neck and howling.

Then, leap high.

In the red shadow of the moon, a series of wild outlines were suddenly outlined.

Immediately, it fell straight down.

Fall into the royal capital, fall into the royal city, unscrupulously, towards the human world.

The human wolf, an ancient species that was once driven, slaughtered, and even "extinct" by humans, finally returned to the human world with their fiery eyes open and grandiose after tens of thousands of years.

This time, they are not prey, not slaughtered, but, avengers.

Kazama Yang Yu was slightly stunned, and his gaze reluctantly withdrew from the fire snake.

In the silver eyes, a rare gloom flashed.

"Is it time to resort to foreign hands? So, even if it falls here, there are no complaints, right? ”

"Just that girl?"

The corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a strange arc, and Ren Buyi's eyes swept away, but he looked straight towards He'er on the side.

"No, it's up to him!"

In the air, there was a strange "rustling" sound.

It's like an ancient evil, slowly rippling.

Ren was not easy, turned his head suddenly, and then, he saw the dark clouds that covered the sky.

At an incredible speed, it swept through the sky.

Suddenly, it turned into countless pitch-black membrane wings, pouring down from the blood-colored moonlight.

Towards that one, the bloodthirsty Avengers.

"You're ......!"

Looking back, there was an angry shout.

Then, it came to an abrupt end.

Ren Buyi lowered his head in disbelief.

Then, I saw the palm that slowly emerged from his chest.

Carrying, razor-sharp nails.

"The moon is like blood, blood is like wine, and a thousand cups are full of ghosts...... The blood of a high-level elementalist has not been tasted for a long time......"

As he spoke, the hand slowly withdrew.

Grabbing a piece of internal organs, I don't know what it is, looking up, squeezing juice, dripping blood.

All the way, dripping through, above the sharp, shiny, fangs.