"God" is coming.

Obviously, because of the clumsiness, speech is no longer regarded as the first weapon, although it is usually and is very useful in solicitation on a large scale. And now, it's one-on-one, so the situation can be more changeable.

Karaka's left hand reached forward, and her right hand led up an illusion—it was Mitsuko's sister, as quiet as a sleeping beauty.

Obviously there is an impossible quiet and almost perfect and unreal brilliance, Guangcheng still feels that it is true.

God was telling him that he had a companion who would not refuse, and that he should not hesitate.

At that moment, Guangcheng burst into tears. He didn't know why, he wasn't sad or moved, it was probably more instinctive.

"How can I embrace the light?" The innocent boy said with tears in his eyes.

"Come near to me and give me your hand." God gave the command.

But unconsciously, the boy felt that this was not an easy thing to do, so his steps were small, like walking on the railroad tracks.

He slowly approached, in the smile of "God" becoming more and more pleased. At the last moment, the boy stopped, as if thinking. But his next actions did not bear any trace of thought, and he took away the light from the hands of "God".

The pure white world began to crumble, and the boy stopped all imagination, and only thought about running with Sleeping Beauty, in this world with no end - until a moment, when he stopped, and when he had nothing in his hand, he knew he was awake.

The father hugged Guangcheng, who was about to fall to the ground, but there was still some kind of reproach on his face. Guangcheng didn't want to analyze that emotion in detail, he didn't want anything.

And what reappeared in front of his eyes was that the ugly-looking monster had grown a strong body, and it was pierced by a magic staff, and for a while it became like a balloon about to float around. But no, Karaka was not defeated, and he quickly regained his strength, slamming into the newly built high wall like a bull.

Everyone was inside the walls, seated peacefully under the protection of the Lord, and it seemed like a one-man show—or perhaps not, and the Queen threw her staff. Maybe all staffs are used for physical attacks, and true magic only needs telepathy, otherwise it would be unnecessary for a staff to have a physical body, but that's what it's called after all.

The monster roared and spewed flames, like mad anger over its own incompetence. Everyone within the walls should feel at ease, but strangely, Mitsusei didn't.

On the contrary, he was restless and restless, his neck was covered with sweat, his hands in his father's hands were cold and wanted to escape, and he gave up for no valid reason.

Everything seemed foolproof—almost foolproof—when a terrible variable emerged.

The rainbow, covered in flames, appeared. The vivid color was like boiling blood, with a terrifying penetrating power.

The father stood up, trembling and sat down again, he did not speak. Guangcheng looked at this scene and felt as if he understood why—Guanghong had always come to the court alone, and many people might not even know her surname Guang, especially in this occasion where there were not many of her peers.

That's a little cruel, Mitsukoto thought.

The power of the court lord did not do anything to the poor girl, but the situation was very different from before. One by one, the guards flew to their feet, stepping on the clouds, and striking at the two of them with fierce attacks.

At this time, perhaps it was time to praise the strength of the court lord, or to lament the tenacity of evil, under the colorful attack, the two humanoid figures were still standing, and there was crazy laughter coming from the smoke.

"Chang Teng Tinglai doesn't cherish resources, and now he can't even find a suitable guard!" Karaka's words were full of sarcasm, and at the same time, his body swelled again, this time, as tall as the walls of the Blue Crown.

The flame behind the demon still burns - yes, life doesn't stop, the flame continues tenaciously, just like the tenacity of life itself.

Guangcheng saw it in his eyes, and he knew that the poor girl was not intentional, she was just burning, even her eyes, full of fireworks, but there was no business.

Guangcheng knows that he has been cowardly and withdrawn many times, but he also knows that sometimes, some thoughts really don't matter anymore. Father's mind was not on him at this time, and because he had just stood up and released his clenched hand, a new light was born.

He had to do it.