Day 3.

Finally someone noticed that something was wrong.

Because the breath is figured out.

Even though the Void Alliance has been torn apart, everyone wants to do the most and keep a distance from the others.

But the same kind is the same kind.

Inadvertently, you can search for each other's breath.

But that breath is gone.

North, and Northwest.

Dismason, and Cassadine.

Something must have happened.

But they are already the top of the world.

Who is it that can deal with them?

The first to find out about this was Marzaha, who was from the same background as Cassadine, and at first he only thought that Cassadine had restrained his breath and didn't want to be noticed, and secretly wanted to plot something.

But when the second person who found it, Nosfratus, sent him an inquiry about the divine thoughts.

He finally realized that something was wrong.

It's impossible for both of them to disappear, now, but it's the critical moment when the void comes.

Isn't everything they do for this moment?

There is no reason for them to disappear.

He wanted to ask for it, but he hesitated.

Because his summoning is almost complete, there is no one who does not want to be the first to open the passage to the plane.

In the same way, Nosfrato thinks so.

He was equally silent.

No one came up to see it.

In terms of the same kind and the greater good, the choices of the Void creatures are no different from those of humans.

As for the other member of the Void League, Bronlanid, the guy who had always kept his cool, was now blinded by hatred.

He has no intention of caring about the outside one, he just wants to enjoy the thrill of revenge.

He probably didn't even know about it.

Marzaha wants to do everything you can to forget about jì. Or ignore it.

But there was always a great uneasiness that enveloped him.

This uneasiness is very similar to the fact that for the first time he was summoned by the Void.

Is there something terrible going to happen?

Think of it this way. He couldn't help but send a divine thought to Bronlanid.

But as a result, the stone sank into the sea.

All he could feel was fire, and hatred.

But at least, alive, aren't they?

So it should be fine, it should be.

He comforted himself in this way, and began, the final call.

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But actually.

Blonn Lanned.

He......

He is indeed alive.

He also has fire. And hatred.

It's just that this hatred is no longer against those innocent yodelers.

Rather, in front of him, an uninvited guest.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Bronlanid looked at the man in front of him who had blocked his flames, and he was extremely angry.

Anyone who dares to thwart his revenge must die.

"Eat barbecue in the morning. It doesn't seem to be very good for the stomach. "The uninvited guest standing in front of Blonn Lannid is exactly. Trist.

He's back for breakfast again.

He dusted off his top hat licked by the flames and muttered to himself.

"Actually, I've always been curious, to the point where you are like this, why do you still have such anger or hatred towards mortals?" Trist wasn't about to give way. He looked at Bronlanid, curious.

"Fuck off." Bronn Lannid was already very impatient, if he hadn't been afraid that the man in front of him still had so much strength, he would have been. Stop talking.

"It's rude." Trist shook his head, put back his top hat, and began to draw cards.

"In that case, then, I'll give you this card."

He drew cards quickly, and soon, he drew a card.

Be......

"Looks like you don't want to get out of the way." Bronlanid, at last, gave up on the possibility of dialogue.

He raised his hand.

The flames shrank into the palm of his hand.

All the flames, the flames of the sky, shrank in just a moment.

All that remained, a projectile fireball in his palm, slowly, swirled.

Circulation.

"Die." He popped out the projectile-sized fireball, but it was as if it had thrown an entire world.

The surrounding air was completely burned out in an instant.

The earth cracked, sinking, and every inch of visible matter evaporated into nothingness.

"I'm really anxious." Trist shook his head a second time, and he flipped over the card in his hand, the card he had chosen for Blonn Lannid himself.

A mortal driven by demonic chains.

Demon.

Fools who have been thoroughly blinded by hatred.

Just right, for him.

Blonn Lanned.

"To you, pathetic, depraved." Trist ignored the projectile, little sun that was about to destroy him.

Just snapped his fingers and gave away that card.

In an instant, the card turned into two chains and flew towards Bronlanid, who was still angry.

He was bound, bound.

And the source of the iron chain control zhì is in the hands of Trist.

He looked at Blonn Lannid calmly.

Bromlanid was looking at him, too.

He was angry, even a little hideous, and he seemed to want to growl, and he wanted to laugh.

Because that terrible little sun that burned a qiē had already arrived in front of Trist.

"Peace of mind." Trist blinked as if to comfort him.

The next moment, a majestic figure appeared in front of Trist.

That's it, the former king of the world.

Lalivash.

It grew its mouth and swallowed the little sun in one gulp.

The sun, constantly bombarding and burning in its body.

Eventually, it was calm.

Bronlanid grew his mouth, as if he didn't believe it, as if he was unwilling, he wanted to struggle, he tried to struggle.

But the two chains were firmly bound to his neck and limbs.

It was a chain condensed by the Supreme Law, and even if he was a god, he couldn't break free.

He could only shake in vain.

He lost his strength.

He lost a qiē.

But he was still angry.

Hatred.

But that's all there is to it.

He will be greeted by Trist's elegant and noble figure.

It's dinner time again.

"The barbecue, it seems, is not so unpalatable." Trist shrugged his shoulders and saluted his food with great respect.

Then, it's time for dinner.

"Well, you're welcome."

And so, in heaven and earth, again, resounded, the harsh sound of eating.

Is......

Be all abroad.

At least that's what the yodelers think.

After the inexplicable anger comes the inexplicable salvation, and they do not know where the hatred comes from and where the salvation comes from.

All they know is that after the flame is extinguished.

They heard an unmistakable shrill chewing sound.

This is the third day.

Bandel City.

Extinguish. (To be continued......)

PS: Second update.

Severe pain in the eyes.

Slept.