The Great Commander, according to legend, is the opposite of the Commander of the Youth, who acts in righteousness and is in charge of the life and death of all living beings.

Silver.

Pure silvery.

On the pure silver white, there is a faint, flame mark.

"The Great Flame of Destiny?"

Looking straight at the silver-white eyes in the mirror, Kazama had a thoughtful expression.

The sharp pain in his eyes has long since subsided.

But last night's impassioned words still linger in my ears.

King, Subject, Justice, Desire, World, Saint......

It seems that it shouldn't be a word that a teenager should touch at all, but unconsciously, it was seared into that immature soul.

With a long sigh of relief, Kazama shook his head slightly, no longer thinking about it.

The palm of the hand is lightly turned, shiny and moist, but it is a crystal clear bone jade.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a warm arc, and in his mind, the life in the ancient forest suddenly appeared.

Then, there was a rapid chanting.

With a "bang", a flame appeared in Kazama's hands.

The power of the mind poured out quickly.

It was as if two skillful hands were holding towards the bone jade and the flame respectively.

Although it is almost impossible to control the flames with the power of mind in normal times, in such a quiet environment, it is still barely possible.

The thin flames, trembling slightly, poked towards the suspended bone jade, like a bright red little tongue, slowly licking it.

Little by little, little by little, tirelessly, the warmth of oneself, along with the enthusiasm, is passed on together.

There is a crystal liquid, quietly dripping.

The originally irregular bone jade finally melted away in this overly hot enthusiasm.

Kazama Yangyu was overjoyed in his heart, and the power of his mind burst out, as if countless dexterous fingers were quickly pinching and rubbing the half-melted bone jade.

After a while, a crystal moist bone jade ring appeared in those silver eyes.

Reflecting the faint light of the fire, it seemed that even the cheeks that were preoccupied with it became red.

When you open your mouth, your lips and teeth move.

The voice was very light, very light, so light that it was almost impossible to hear Kazama himself.

But Kazama raised his feather and still said it.

The fine sand in the palm of your hand, the moment it falls.

The fine sand of vermilion, like flowing water, flows slowly.

With a strange rhythm, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, it blended into the increasingly crystalline bone jade ring.

In an instant, it turned into a brilliant imprint, like a band of light condensed by starlight, shining gently in the delicate firelight.

"What are you recording with the sand of sound?"

At the moment when the red sand completely fell, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Kazama raised his feathers and jumped up violently, as if a thief was suddenly stopped by the police while counting the stolen goods.

"No, nothing!"

The flames, skewed in an instant, "sizzle" sounded, and on the originally crystal ring, a trace of red marks were imprinted.

Then, both disappear.

Looking back, I just saw those red eyes.

The cold gaze was as sharp as when they first met.

"Well, why did you get here......"

I tried to squeeze out a smile, but the twitching muscles were as rigid and hard as if they were carved from plaster.

It seems that he saw Kazama's flickering attitude, and he didn't ask, but just snorted coldly.

"This is my house, do I need to tell you where I go? But what are you doing secretly in my house with the sand of sound? ”

"Uh...... Still angry......"

"Anger requires feelings, and for some people, even using feelings is a waste, so it's impossible to say anything about being angry."

On the cold face, there was an indifferent expression, only those red eyes, and they couldn't help but dodge.

Really...... Are you angry......

"Yesterday...... Yesterday it was a total ......."

"I don't want to hear that, I'm just here to give it back to you."

Quickly, it was interrupted.

Kazama raised his feathers, and he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

They could only look at each other silently, on the walls of the room, and tap lightly a few times.

Just, just a few clicks.

The stone wall, which originally seemed to be a whole piece, trembled like this, "booming".

In an instant, a crack, a dark opening.

"Let's go."

Without looking at each other, Er Er took care of himself and walked in first.

Leaving a helpless look on his face, Kazama raised his feather, smiled slightly bitterly, and kept up with the footsteps.

The sloping corridor is so dark and narrow that only one person is allowed to pass through, and it is difficult for two people to walk side by side.

Of course, today's Kazama Yangyu has no confidence that the other party is willing to walk side by side with him, so he can only silently follow behind the other party and follow suit.

There was a dim light, shining from under the corridor, outlining a slender shadow, slowly, walking forward.

At that moment, Kazama had an illusion.

I felt my steps unexpectedly heavy.

And that shadow is going faster and faster, faster and faster.

In this way, little by little, he left himself and never came back.

"What are you doing?"

He stared at Erer in a daze for a few seconds, and then, suddenly woke up, Kazama quickly followed.

A strange feeling arises spontaneously.

"It's almost there, don't hesitate, or you'll get lost."

Belch......

Looking up, I glanced at the straight road, lost or something...... It's really ......

I don't know if it's because of the lessons of the past, or because I'm afraid that I'll be too faceless if I really get lost, so this time, Kazama Yangyu still followed firmly.

So, soon, the two arrived at their destination.

It's empty, like a square, a huge space.

It would be more accurate to say that it is not so much a square as a battlefield.

After all, the densely packed arrays that seemed to line up on the empty field like a huge phalanx were the sculptural creators.

The same posture, the same orientation, but the only difference may be the size and details.

Walking along the wide aisle in the middle, as far as the eye can see, almost every creator has a unique style, and almost every creator has its own characteristics.

It's like a real private, no matter how neat and uniform the movements are, every face and every expression will always be different.

The only thing that's a little strange is that, compared to most real Trons, there are always a few of them that seem to be carved out of rock.

"Don't look at it, those are lost models, just like 'Starfall'."

"Lost model?"

"As a family of mechanics inherited from ancient times, our Er family has independently attacked the realm of creative fighters, and only one of each model is produced, all of which are supplied to the Er clan for internal use, and it is forbidden to leak it. Of course, there are exceptions to everything, and there will always be various reasons, whether it is defection, robbery, and finally the loss of the body. And the 'Fall' you used at the time was one of the ones that was lost. ”

Speaking lightly, Er Er walked step by step, towards the center of the phalanx.

There, there was a figure, as if standing tall from the crowd.

Vaguely, it was like a general commanding this huge phalanx, as long as he raised his arms, the original standstill fighters would instantly wake up and tear any enemy in front of him into powder.

The eyes, staring at the tall figure for a moment, raised their feathers in the wind, walked slowly, step by step, towards the figure.

In my heart, a wonderful feeling came over me.

With a hint of temptation.

Whose whisper is it that rings softly in the ear...... Whose call has it reached the heart......

Come closer...... Bring it a little closer...... Immediately, there it is...... Right away, it's over......

"What are you doing?!"

A scolding made Kazama pause suddenly.

When he looked up, he found that he had reached the giant creator at some point.

His hands, stretched out straight, slowly touching the glowing armor of the Creator.

"I just want to ......"

"If you want to die faster, I suggest you touch it a little more."

……

Touch it a few times and you'll die?!

The hand retracted like an electric shock.

Kazama raised his feathers and unconsciously took a few steps back.

On his face, not only showed a trace of embarrassment.

"That...... It's not that serious, is it? ”

"That's not the creator, that's the creator, the only one in the world, born for war, created for killing, the creator."

Looking back, Erer glanced lightly at Kazama Raising Feather, and then, quickly, looked at the immovable Warrior.

The complicated gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier between yin and yang, and saw the undead that were wrapped around it.

"It's falling over here."

After a few quick steps, Erer soon came to the front of a Tron Fighter.

He was followed by a surprised Kazama Akiha.

Although, it's still so familiar, although, you can still see the original appearance, but whether it's the structure, or the luster, or the richness of the accessories, standing in front of Kazama Yangyu, this creator is obviously no longer the original pitch-black iron bump, but really worthy of the name "Fall", the creator.

Looking at Kazama Yangyu's originally serious gaze, he suddenly softened a little

"The aging parts, the configuration, have been improved, and the armor has been readjusted. The owner of the system has also been changed to you, and of course, the original 'Xin' has not been deleted...... Is it a girl? ”

The sudden turn of events was originally because I saw it

"Come, chant with me, 'Kazama is a bastard!' ”

Belch......

A woman's resentment is so terrible......

Although he said that it was okay, sure enough, he still cared a lot......

However, there is no way to do it......

Kazama pursed his lips and repeated helplessly.

"Kazama is a bastard......"

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"Alright, you can go."

“…… Where to? ”

"Since Your Majesty has pardoned you, there is no need for you to stay in my mansion. I don't care where you go. But if you can, it's best to leave Lodu today. Never come back. ”

Unexpectedly...... Kicked out of the house?!

At that moment, Kazama seemed to see a crack that began to spread between the two of them.

Then, in an instant, it turned into an insurmountable chasm.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Kazama raised his feathers and looked straight into those red eyes, as if he still wanted to see something from those eyes.

But no.

Nothing but cold.

"That'...... I'm gone, those kids ......"

"I'll arrange those kids, you don't have to worry about it."

“…… All right. Treasure. And also...... Come to me if you need anything, I'll ...... at any time."

"No, I don't."

“……”

Outside the door, there was a crow's noisy "wow" sound.

It seems to be making fun of Kazama's embarrassment.