"Cassadine?"

There was no answer.

The void figure in the sky still raised its arms high, and under the almost purple canopy, silently looking at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"Marzaha?"

Or silence.

I don't know if it was Cassadine, or if Marzaha's void figure just released his hostility.

Get out of here.

"It doesn't matter, no matter which one you are, good morning, my ......" Trist bowed slightly, keeping enough respect.

For their own, food.

"Get out of here, mortal." The Void Visitor from the High Heaven finally had to speak, with indifferent arrogance and majesty.

"You seem to have misunderstood me, I'm here ......" Trist shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, "I'm not here to say hello, I'm not here for sightseeing, I'm here to ......"

"Eat yours."

Eat yours.

This is the most direct declaration of war.

The next second.

Trist had already stepped in front of the Void visitor.

None, superfluous nonsense.

War.

"Boom-" Trist blasted the entire purple sky into dense cracks with a punch.

But that one Void visitor had already used the power of the Void to travel in another direction.

"Sure enough, such a savage way of fighting is still not suitable for me." Trist wasn't discouraged by not hitting the enemy, he just looked at the Void Visitor who appeared on the other side and nodded.

Settle for the draw of cards.

And the Void Visitor, who didn't know whether it was Cassadine or Marzaha, had already launched a counterattack.

He held out one of his hands.

Right hand.

The right hand that has been completely voided into the power of the void.

He was in the void, pointing in the direction of Trist.

The space where Trist was located began to crumble piece by piece.

It's like a painting that has been dried by time and the ink is beginning to peel off.

And Trist. It's the person in the painting.

He frowned, probably feeling the pull from the origin of the whole world.

He drew a card.

So behind him flashed the gods that represented all kinds of extreme emotions in the world.

Fearlessness, fear, pride, lust, pain.

Five kinds of love xù one out.

The whole picture of the collapse was still there.

Will be crushed but not broken. There is an incomparably paradoxical, beautiful.

"The Tower." He pinched the chosen card in his hand, looked at the towering tower that had been destroyed by lightning on the card, and the man who had fallen from the tower, and sighed.

It's a bad card.

What a.

Whether it is a positive position or a reverse position, it is the most painful abyss.

Adversity.

"Your life. It must be bitter. Trist shook his head, casually rolled the card, "For you." ”

You're a lonely guy by birth.

"Brush-pull—"

Cards fly out.

The whole world is changing in vain.

A white snowfield that was originally shrouded in a purple sky.

Suddenly, a loud thunderstorm sounded.

It was empty, only in the snowy sky.

Suddenly, a tower rose abruptly. But it was immediately destroyed by a huge lightning bolt from the sky.

Rocks pierce the air.

Sand and gravel are scattered.

And the one from the void who was still standing in the air.

For some reason, it began to fall. From the wrecked tower.

Falling, towards the abyss.

A qiē is like a reproduction of the content of that card.

This is the prophecy and the true creation zào.

Towers.

Destroy the tower of miè.

With the snap of a finger, Trist created a world.

After absorbing the power of Dismatson. His strength has risen a whole step further.

The Void visitor tried to resist, and he tried in vain to escape on the way down.

He's moving.

With the power of the Void, he was constantly moving.

It's a pity that no matter how hard he tries, it's in vain.

He's still falling.

He has fallen into Trist's trap.

He was the one who fell. Falling prey.

Suspended in the shattered painting, Trist watched the scene with his hands propped up, as if he were watching a play.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "What a pitiful. ”

It's really lonely.

He closed his eyes and drew the second card.

Second card.

Yes, Holy Sword.

As soon as the cards fly out.

Immediately, it turned into a huge holy sword, and pierced it into the poor man who was still falling and rising.

"Thorn-" The sword pierced through the air.

With a sword, he directly nailed a void visitor to the ground.

He didn't even struggle, he ......

There was no more chance to tell his story to others.

He died, like a snowfall falling.

The sky was orange again.

The rift hung empty, and I didn't know when a new person would come out of it.

In the distance, there seemed to be a wailing sound, the call of a bird.

I don't know, in the end, what are you lamenting.

Trist opened his eyes, glanced into the distance, retracted his gaze, and said to himself, "It's not good to eat bird meat in the morning." ”

He landed and began to walk towards his breakfast.

But he was pulled.

Evelyn, out of the air, took shape.

"What's wrong?" Trist turned his face sideways and smiled gently.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Evelyn didn't look at the man who was pinned to the ground, she didn't dare look.

Although she had killed countless people, at this moment, she didn't dare to look at the not so bloody and tragic picture.

It's as if the world is gone.

"I ...... What to do? Trist still laughed, and he slowly reached out to touch Evelyn's face.

But Evelyn took a step back.

"I want us to live a long time and have a lot of children ......"

"No......," Evelyn interrupted, shaking her head, "that's not what you think. ”

"Then I...... What do you think? Trist slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, and he broke free of Evelyn and continued on his way.

Soon after, the whole world sounded again, the screeching, the sound of eating.

"Trist ......"

Evelyn's voice was soft, soft.

"You've changed."

Am I changing?

Trist, who was immersed in his food, looked up and looked blankly into the distance.

What have I changed?

He subconsciously chewed something that couldn't be tasted at all.

After a long time, he said, "You...... Won't understand. ”

After saying that, he lowered his head and ate again.

From start to finish.

He didn't even look back at the woman.

Vaguely, he felt that he seemed to be, losing something.

What is it?

Is it the heart that belongs to humanity?

Does it matter?

It doesn't matter.

Then lose it.

The sound of eating, louder.

It's, the next day.

The eighth day of the fall of the heavenly fire.

Freljord.

Fall. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.