"Kara—" The sound of something shattering broke the silence of some kind of night.

Above the endless plains, under the full moon.

The four men stopped the galloping horses.

"How?" Ruiz looked at Soraka, who was running behind the most.

The voice just now came from her.

Soraka didn't answer, but just looked at a purple crystal in his palm that had been shattered into powder, stunned.

"What's that?" Ruiz asked again, he could feel Solaka's mood slipping towards an infinite low.

Soraka still didn't answer, she still looked at the pile of shattered crystals in her hand, and her palm showed an unnatural tremor.

"I think we'd better hurry." Hudson interrupted this inexplicable stagnation, he glanced north, and said in a low tone, "Just now, I felt ......"

"A terrible aura." Piero took his words and looked to the north hidden in the night, "We must go quickly, or we will ......"

"It's too late." When Soraka finally spoke, she let go of her hand, letting the crumbling powder slip down her fingers in the wind.

"What's too late?" Piero was choked by Soraka's words and couldn't help but ask.

"Do you remember the night before Chen Senran left, I saw him?" Soraka asked, not just looking at Ryze.

Because she knew the Dao, the other two people present must also know the Dao.

"What did you say to him, or ......," Reze said, looking at the shattered crystal powder in the palm of Soraka's fingers.

He had roughly guessed something, but he really didn't want it to be the case.

"Yes, I gave him the same crystal." Soraka nodded, telling the truth.

In fact, that night. She and Chen Senran had been together for two spells, but they didn't speak more than five sentences in total.

The sentences are:

"If you go to the north, you will die."

"I don't believe in fate."

"Take this crystal with you, maybe it will save your life."

"Thank you."

Although Soraka was not as able to analyze Chen Senran's overall body data as Ruiz, so as to come up with the accurate judgment that the void energy in his body was a big hidden danger, she had already sensed the crisis in Chen Senran's body through the stars and her keen perception.

She hoped to contain Chen Senran's terrible fate through a crystal filled with the power of her stars.

But fate is fate.

I didn't have to disobey it.

So.

"Let's go back." Soraka sighed, as if she had lost all her strength at once. There is no anxiety from before, and there is no indifference and omniscience from before.

She was suddenly tired.

I would love to go back to the island with the best moon in the world.

"What are you going to do back?" Hudson looked at Soraka, who had turned his horse's head and walked back, but did not move.

He doesn't believe in fate, he believes in himself.

"Wait." Soraka didn't look back.

"What are you waiting for?" Ruiz also turned the horse's head.

He didn't believe in fate, but he believed in Soraka most of the time.

It's just that he's a little sad.

Because of Chen Senran, he may be dead.

"Fate."

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The fire was in the sky.

The moment the flames erupted, a wisp of purple light also rose, enveloping the flames like stars in the sky.

But it was only wrapped up for a moment.

For if that purple light is the stars, then the flames are the stars themselves.

How can a few stars cover the entire starry sky?

It took only a second for the flames to burn through the vast star. And then unscrupulously burned straight to every corner that could be extended.

The flames were raging.

But the color of the fire is not bright yellow, it is completely black, pitch black, just like the night itself.

So when it raged from the sky, it was as if the entire dark sky was rolling upside down, as if it was about to drown the entire world.

The pitch-black flames set fire to the soldiers' armor, engulfing the battered fortress and erasing the bright yellow flames of the same origin. The most lull obscured the same frost and the entire luminous world.

Pitch black spreads.

Everyone was screaming in the invisible Black Flame Hell, and the fighting had stopped. The charge has stopped, and the sneak attack has stopped.

Everything that was originally ready to go changed the moment the black flame fell from the sky at the first point.

"Are you satisfied?" Sejuani's frost had been swallowed clean by the raging black flames, leaving only a small circle to protect her body and stand in the thick black flames.

"I'm satisfied." General Burnham nodded and turned slowly.

In the place where the pitch-black cocoon was parked, the darkness that danced like a breath was gone.

The cocoon has been broken, and the butterfly has been born.

A man with a blood-like pattern of black and red flowing all over his body stood. He carried an emerald greatsword that swallowed pitch-black flames, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly.

As he breathed, the raging black flames burned together in a regular manner.

Maybe the flames were burning too arrogantly, too hot. So much so that something was hooked.

The petite body of the girl who had been lying in Lisandro's arms moved slightly, and her eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

Almost the moment she opened her eyes, the man with black hair like fire and blood opened his eyes.

Devil's eyes.

Eyes that flow like flames.

He stared at the girl's eyes, which were probably a little confused for a while because of a long sleep, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he had said two words.

Girl.

Komori Sen.

The girl responded, her immature voice like a small but piercing light in the thick tumbling endless black flames.

The demonic man's demonic eyes flashed a hint of sobriety at that moment.

"I'll leave it to you." Lisandro turned, and disappeared into the black flames without a moment's pause.

The sobriety in the man's eyes disappeared in an instant, and the demonic nature once again dominated everything.

He raised his sword suddenly, and with a single sword it was about to stab in the direction of Lisandro's escape.

But at the moment when he drew his sword, an identical pitch-black long sword pierced out of the endless black flames, fiercely blocking the path of that sword.

Burnham draws his sword.

The jet-black sword, the moment he took out the sword, the intense darkness erupted again, forcing back those surging black flames at once.

Pitch black for pitch black.

General Burnham slowly slashed the long sword in his hand to the side, he stood on Chen Senran's way, and whispered as if to himself: "Come, the other me who has obtained my body, let me see, what is ...... Real, dark. (To be continued......)

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