Greedy.

Obsession.

Hatred.

Resentment.

When all the ugliness began to condense, when all the evil began to sprout in the heart, the rickety figure finally became distorted.

"Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, it is said that Ren Buyi was once a man with great aspirations, but unfortunately, with the passage of time, his posture, his soul, and even the former ambition have turned into aliens."

In the wind, there was a slight sigh.

Er, said lightly.

Casual words, somewhat erratic and confusing.

"Sometimes I wonder if one day, when I am old, will I be like him, succumbing to my desires, becoming ugly and distorted, and even laughing with a disgusting coldness."

"Uh...... Why, if you say, you should be wearing a bathrobe, sitting quietly under the cherry blossom tree with your beloved, watching time slowly grow old. ”

Although the situation in front of him is urgent, although it is a little leisurely to look forward to life at such a time, Kazama still clearly presents that elegant and quiet picture in front of him.

In the picture, the falling cherry blossoms are colorful, and the slender shadow sits casually, looking up, but showing a faint smile.

Kazama was startled, and unconsciously stepped back, looking at the front of him in a daze, the side face that was turned over, and looked at himself with a smile on his face.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and a strange emotion suddenly came to his heart.

"How...... What's wrong? ”

There was no answer, only fine cracks, flames that climbed from the chin to the beautiful cheeks.

"Remember, what you said today."

Raise your hand and caress gently.

The soft fingertips, with a slight coolness, touched the face of the wind and the feather.

On his brilliant cheeks, a bright smile suddenly rose.

It was a smile that Kazama had never seen before.

Like the fire lotus of the Tianshan Mountains, it blooms suddenly.

Even if it is a combination of all the beauty in the world, it is nothing more than that.

It was shockingly beautiful, enough to make Kazama Rise's breath stop.

But in my heart, there was a strong uneasiness welling up.

"Erer!"

I tried to lift my hand, but I couldn't move it.

At that moment, Kazama realized that the world around him had already turned into a sea of flowers.

Blue sky, white clouds, sunshine, meadow...... Everything is so beautiful, everything is so warm.

But the intense uneasiness became more and more intense.

There was a scorching light, which suddenly overflowed from Er'er's body, burning like a flame, and penetrating through the bandages.

The figure that was already dazzling enough was as bright as the scorching sun.

In the scorching sun, there was a soft murmur, which sounded slowly.

"Now, you know what? The real name of this Creator ......"

Kazama shook his head slowly.

Then, in that moment, he saw the ostentatious, gorgeous, moonlit, huge butterfly wings.

"Boom la la ......"

The huge butterfly wings suddenly extended from the back of the creator, like a huge banner, slamming fiercely in the high heavenly wind.

"Moonlight Butterfly!!"

In the blazing magma, the figure that was originally smiling and smiling suddenly stiffened, and his gloomy eyes widened instantly.

At that moment, everyone turned around, fighting, fleeing, crying, crying for help, and even the cracks of the shelter were permeated with the white and jade-like brilliance.

Soft, tranquil, comfortable, yet pervasive.

Obviously, it is not so strong, it is clear, it is not so dazzling, but this light, like God's redemption, is sprinkled from heaven, quietly, and soaked into everyone's eyes.

It is also impregnated with the soul that is stained with sinful karma.

Then, it quietly evaporated.

Light, in an instant.

If the bright moon was obscured by the green clouds, it quickly poked out.

However, what came out was not the brilliance, but the butterfly, which was all over the sky.

Countless butterflies, as if composed of the bright holy light, slowly flew out.

From the top of the huge gorgeous butterfly wings.

A little bit of transparency, a little bit of delicacy, and a little bit of naughty.

The butterfly of the Holy Light, just like that, spread silently.

Towards the sky, towards the earth, towards the endless, crimson.

It's like countless angels, descending from the sky and rushing to their battlefield.

It is a holy war to eradicate evil, it is a redemption to destroy the karma of sin, it is a holy war that will never end, praise.

With the hope of saving everything.

In hope, there was only a pair of gloomy eyes, and suddenly they were bleak.

The monster smiled, his face as dead as ashes.

He was unwilling, he didn't admit it, he didn't believe it, and he failed like this.

At the moment when he was closest to success, from the red carpet leading to the coronation, he fell.

Underfoot, there were large patches of red that began to dissipate.

At the moment when he came into contact with the bright butterfly shadow.

It's like evil meets sacred, as described in fairy tales, vulnerable.

Was it punished? Or, to be redeemed?

Already, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the rolling heat wave like an ocean, the thousands of demons from hell, finally disappeared in this brilliant and gorgeous butterfly dance.

It's as if it never happened.

Left, large swaths of crimson light, rising, little by little, unwillingly, surging into the sky, rushing to that, the huge steel fortress.

Immediately, it dissipated.

"Erqing, finally, still use it......"

With a long sigh, a trace of deep sadness flashed in his dark eyes, and he looked straight at the moonlight butterfly below.

There, there are countless butterfly shadows, like a tide, surging towards the gorgeous butterfly wings.

That's where they were born and where they sleep.

Perhaps, in a few years, someone will reawaken them. It's a pity that that person can never be the woman in the city again.

Colorful butterflies flew from all directions and slowly landed on the soft shadows.

It was as if it was a grand funeral, under the white clouds of the sky, between the windy meadows.

There is red hair, raised in the wind, like a brilliant rose, blooming in the form of life.

Erer, just like that, slowly fell.

Let the brilliant butterfly shadow cover her body.

Then, in an instant, it went away.

This is the final farewell.

It's a gorgeous elegy.

When the butterfly's wings are clear, it is the day of liberation from the curse.

But another curse quietly spread in the heart of Kazama.

At that moment, he realized that unconsciously, this woman had already quietly penetrated into his heart.

Then, inadvertently, fiercely, it was torn apart.

Silver eyes, staring blankly at that beautiful face.

There was a strange flush that shone slightly from under the pale skin.

At that moment, the butterfly pattern that was originally covered all over the body, like a giant snake, finally slowly faded.

That's the last remembrance of the creator of the curse, its master.

The shackles are suddenly lifted.

Silver-white shadows swept out in an instant.

Reaching out, trembling towards the other's cheeks, as if he were touching a piece of fragile ceramic.

But the ceramics suddenly grinned.

In an instant, it turned into a bright smile.

"Finally, it's over...... Finally, I was able to leave with peace of mind......"

"Why? Why don't you give me the control?! Why don't you let me come! Let me do that...... Let me do that...... You don't have to ......."

The throat suddenly stopped, and even the voice became choked.

There was a hot liquid that overflowed from the eye sockets, but the wind feathered up, but he endured it vigorously.

Because, I don't want her to see how weak she looks.

"It's useless...... The Moonlight Butterfly itself is an existence created to destroy civilization, and as long as the life force of the operator is not exhausted, it will never stop. It is an existence that wants to completely wipe out all civilizations, even humanity itself...... That's why I, a dying person, can use it so perfectly......"

As he spoke, the curvature of his mouth widened suddenly.

"Na~ don't you praise me......"

"Uh-huh! You're the best! It's the most powerful! ”

Is it laughing? Is it crying?

The feathers between the winds have long been distributed.

Just bow your head and press it tightly against the other person's forehead.

There was a hot body temperature, coming from the cheeks.

That's life, the last passion......

"Hee-hee, thank you......"

The first time I heard her laugh like that, the first time I heard it, she smiled like a girl.

But Kazama raised his feathers, but he was not happy at all.

"So, the most rewarding gift, these are for you......"

In the noisy sound of disassembly, the original blue sky and white clouds quickly dissipated.

In its place, there is the boundless, barren.

In the crunch of the "jingle bell", a strange metal bracelet fell on Kazama's side.

The beautiful pattern, even in the huge shadow of Regios, still shines so brightly.

There were scattered figures, quickly landing around, but no one bothered the pair of men and women who were hugging tightly.

Only the eight shadows quickly lined up in an arc and fell on one knee in front of the two of them.

"Son, come here......"

"Sect Master, Zi and Chou have ......"

"Already...... It's gone......"

It's like a memory, it's like a trance, it's like a sigh.

Erer slowly tilted his head, looking at the shadow that had reverted to himself.

"Then, Yin, in the name of the 365th generation of the Tianluo Sect, I announce that I will appoint you as the 'son' of the new generation, and the others will also rise in order, and select a new person to replace the vacancy of the 'Tianluo Twelve', and jointly assist Kazama to raise his feather and become the new generation of the sect master of the Tianluo Sect, no one shall have any objections!"

With his majestic words and cold expression, at that moment, the woman in front of her seemed to have changed back into the resolute and resolute Great Priest, the cold and stunning "Zero Degree Battle Queen".

"Whoa!"

In the neat cheers, but with a faint choked throat.

Even the tool, even if it is, as a tool cultivated by Deadpool, at this moment, can't help but be moved.

"Also, this is for you too...... Although at your current level, you can't activate the Moonlight Butterfly...... But even in the future, don't use it as a last resort. ”

Gently stuffing the strange metal bracelet into Kazama Yangha's hand, the cold cheeks melted like ice and snow and bloomed again.

But in the red eyes, what was reflected was a bleak face.

"I don't want it! I don't want anything! I just want you to live well! ”

Almost, it's roaring.

Kazama raised his feathers, straightened up sharply, and stared at the people below him.

But the other party's gaze suddenly wandered to the sky.

The ethereal voice is like a floating cloud in the sky.

"Fifty years of life, like a dream and like an illusion, there is life and death, what regrets does a strong man have...... Although, I don't seem to be a strong man...... Although, it's not been 50 years...... However, it is enough to be able to meet you as a woman in this last time of life...... That's enough......"

"But I'm not enough!"

chagrin, remorse, pity, sorrow...... All emotions poured out without scruples.

If it is said that for Her, it is the purest love, then for her, it may be a kind of respect, love generated by respect, affection generated by appreciation, not so much a person in love, but a confidant.

So shining, so beautiful, with the resolute beauty of all women, appeared in their own lives, and then, like a shooting star, fell.

What a cruel fate, but also, how helpless.

Kazama raised his head, and suddenly something came out of his eyes, so hot, so bitter.

Even, with a red, fishy smell......

"So, let's make an appointment...... Promise, next meeting, in the future, somewhere......"

With difficulty, he raised his hand and touched the face, which was already wet.

Er's voice finally gradually dimmed.

"Strange ——!"

In the terrible roar, there was no response.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly felt his own insignificance, his own powerlessness.

Once again, it became clearer that in the face of fate, it seemed that all his struggles were meaningless......

But, but, isn't the mission of the so-called guardian just to defy the sky?

So, where is the sky? Can I ......

Kill!

The moment he looked up, Kazama looked at the sky sharply.

Straight, looking straight at the rickety figure, and that one, with a happy, hideous smile.