"When the thousand years are over, the devil will return from the prison of hell and come out to deceive the nations of the world, and that is Gog and Magog......"

Slowly, the chant like a song overflowed from the gentle throat beside him.

This is the first time Kazama has heard Erer sing, and it may be, the last.

After all, in his impression, the other party should be a perfect woman who does not smile or smile, holds the banner of law and justice, and is active in front of the world as a great priest.

Beautiful, powerful, just, kind, fearless...... Rather than a woman, perhaps the word "goddess" is more appropriate and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Therefore, even if she has always had a cold face, even if she doesn't smile at her subordinates, she will still be loved and admired by everyone.

But now, this goddess is slowly showing another side of herself, as a human side, as a female side.

As she stepped down from the high altar, the ice around her began to melt, her face softened, and her singing voice began to melodious.

"They gathered together to fight, and their numbers were as great as the sands of the sea, and they spread out to the whole world. And they besieged the camp of the saints and the beloved city, and fire came down from heaven and consumed them. And the devil who deceived them was thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where the beast and the false prophet were judged. and they shall suffer day and night, for ever and ever......"

Sentence by sentence, difficult, but beautiful, just like that elegant haiku, word by word, fell into Kazama's heart.

"Is this a prophecy from ...... Bible?"

Kazama knew that it was a prophecy of the devil, that was when the end of the world came, that was when God sent down heavenly punishment, the scene of the world.

But he didn't know why the other party suddenly sang such sad lyrics.

Yes, the most poignant passage of the Bible, and the most cruel passage. The devil has returned from his imprisonment, war has been kindled from the ends of the world, and both the saints and the holy cities have fallen under the iron knights of evil. ”

Turning his head slightly, there was moonlight, mixed with the blazing firelight, shining from the side, outlining the outline of the city.

Like an angel in purgatory, it is suffocatingly beautiful.

"But in the end, wasn't he saved? Almighty God has allowed all the fire to fall from heaven, and the devil and his minions have been duly judged. ”

Kazama struggled to explain something, for the side face looked a little sad.

"No, the Bible is just a story written by man, it's a story of light, it's not a real story, and the real story is recorded in the Dark Bible."

Seem...... Where did you hear about it......

I remembered that the big library, the girl named Sakurabai, and the one that I had repaired by myself was indeed a book called the Dark Bible.

But Kazama did not speak, just looked at each other quietly.

However, he suddenly turned his head and looked ahead, and the speed of the creator increased in an instant.

Straight to a corner of the royal capital.

In the record of the "Dark Bible", there is also the return of the devil, but it was released by human beings themselves, and they tried to use the power of the devil to conquer the world, so they falsely claimed the name of God, recruited believers, borrowed the power of wild beasts, and slaughtered their fellow citizens, and in the end, it was not God who sent down the fire of heaven, but the devil. He wants to summon Hell to earth, and all He needs is war and calamity, and the souls who have fallen because of it. ”

"Uh...... That last...... Who saved the world? ”

As if it were a child lying in bed listening to his mother's story before going to bed, Kazama's eyes widened with curiosity.

However, what greeted those silver pupils was a meaningful arc.

"Finally...... Of course, you won't know until the end of the story......"

The speed, slowly slowing down, the Tron Fighter, began to descend smoothly towards the ground.

Although Er Er didn't say it, all that appeared in front of him was a ruined ruin, but Kazama still recognized the truth hidden in the ruins.

That's where he lived yesterday, Erer's mansion.

But he didn't know why the other party would bring him here at such a time.

To help transfer undamaged property? Or do you want to take one last look at the place where you grew up and are now in ruins?

Kazama didn't know, he only knew that the woman in front of him would definitely not be the kind of person who left the battlefield for the above reasons.

Even today, she looks, very different.

But where, exactly? What's the difference? Is it because of that gentle chanting? Or that looking back smile?

Kazama can't tell.

Under his feet, the ground suddenly emptied, and the wind fluttered and fell steadily to the ground.

But the moment he landed, the light in front of him began to bloom like a prosperous city.

It was thousands of silver threads, like thousands of sharp blades, that slashed through the ruins.

No nostalgia, no cherishing.

At that moment, Kazama Hiroha suddenly remembered the four little ones who had been forgotten by himself.

"Be smart about them!"

The figure rushed out in an instant, regardless of the ground, and threw himself into the smoke and dust.

But what greeted him was not solid ground, but.

Void.

"Bones! Touch! Boom! Table tennis! ……”

A series of toothache-inducing crashing sounds, Kazama opened his eyes in confusion.

"Don't worry, they have already been transferred to the shelter by me, even if the whole of Luodu is reduced to ruins, they will be fine."

There is light, from the silver pupils, simply outlining a slender shadow.

Er Er slowly walked from above, step by step, like a volley.

At that time, Kazama realized that he had fallen in.

Fell into an unidentified spacious, sloping aisle.

"Uh...... Thank you. ”

While thanking him, he struggled to his feet.

uneven walls, unexpectedly, with comfortable handles.

Kazama looked curiously to the side.

On the dark walls, there are relief lights and shadows, swaying with the pace of Er'er.

"Some people say, 'The only place a girl can cry is in the toilet and in her father's arms,' but I think the toilet can still be heard, and I never know where my father's arms are...... So, I chose here. ”

The faint words were said softly, but in response to him was Kazama's dull eyes.

And, after the sluggishness, in a hurry.

"Ahh

A short and mournful howl, Kazama raised his feathers, as if he had seen a ghost, and stepped back.

Then there was a "bump" on the ground, solidly, and it hit the wall behind it.

Looking back, there was an expression of more and more horror.

Only this time, instead of screaming, in an instant, he bounced.

Like that black rabbit.

Rapid breathing, demented eyes, a long time, before coming back to his senses.

"You...... The reliefs in your house are really ......"

I don't know whether to complain or sigh, the silver eyes are staring at the eyes, staring at the sides of the road, the side of the road, the weird relief.

The distorted face, the frightened gesture, and the arm that stretched out from the wall as if praying for salvation.

The familiar scene made Kazama quickly recall the long, dark corridor outside his room.

The same weirdness, the same oozing, the same lifelike.

It almost gives people the illusion that the ones standing on both sides of this corridor, densely arranged and stretching to the end of the corridor, are not reliefs, but a series of real, undead souls who have returned from purgatory.

"Is it pretty?"

Slowly walked past Kazama Yangyu and walked straight in front of him, but Er Er looked at the reliefs on both sides with an admiring face.

"......, it's not so much about being good-looking, it's about ...... Authentic. ”

"Because it's true."

"Huh?"

Slightly, tilting his head, Kazama raised his feathers, and for a while, he didn't react.

"Because it was originally formed by pouring real people with molten iron~ so ...... Isn't it beautiful? ”

Again, to confirm the general, that beautiful face, suddenly deflected, revealing a serious expression.

Bland, sincere, without a hint of hypocrisy.

Of course, it also means, without a hint of joke!

The figure froze suddenly.

The air suddenly condensed.

The lips were slightly open, but the throat was so dry that they couldn't even utter a word.

At that moment, Kazama felt that his world had collapsed, like the ruins above his head, collapsing with a "boom", blocking all light.

Behind him, there was a scorching wave of air, accompanied by sloping gravel, and in front of him, there was an unprecedented cold.

Silver eyes, staring at the woman in front of him, staring at the pair, slightly bewitching, red pupils.

Can't move a single bit.

Even in the dark, even in the complete absence of light.

At that moment, they saw each other clearly.

"Ah~,I'm scared......"

With a wave of his hand, the silver light exploded, and the gravel was stirred into powder in an instant.

Er Er turned around with a disappointed face and walked towards the depths of the corridor on his own.

"Sure enough, I'm still suitable for keeping a cold face all day long, hiding these secrets in my heart, and dying with me......"

"Hey! What the hell is going on?! ”

Kazama Yangha, who finally came back to his senses, hesitated slightly, and then quickly followed.

"Want to know? If you want to know, just follow along. ”

A chuckle like a silver bell came faintly from the front.