Black clouds crush the city.

The two were on their way, and although Zhuang Lianqing had a slender and bony body as a teenager, he could easily pick up Yan Wan.

The tip of Yan Wan's nose could smell the smell of his body, which was the fragrant smell of milk.

Ah, he still cares so much about his height.

The endless impasse made her feel out of breath, and at such a time, she could suddenly think of other trivial things that did not matter.

This suddenly made her feel a little ridiculously funny.

It is always in times of danger that people feel how precious those trivial ordinary things are.

"Here we are."

But the wind has risen.

When Yan Wan was helped to stand on the roof of a hundred-story building at the highest point in the city, she felt the floor tremble under her feet.

A golden light shone down from the heavenly vault, and it came out of the shattered sky.

The hunting wind blew a cloudy psionic energy mixed with a disgusting wailing scream.

The earth trembled, the heavens shattered, and the wind wailed.

The ritual of sacrifice began.

In a trance, Yan Wan felt a blur of consciousness, and he couldn't see anything other than the light shining in the distance.

"I didn't catch up again." She mumbled her grip on her scepter.

"Yan Bang, you ......"

Zhuang Lianqing was talking about something in her ears, but she didn't listen.

The guilt was pervasive, and the fate that had nowhere to escape was looming step by step, and now she was lying on her back, firmly choking her throat with a thin but unable to break free.

"Even in the illusion, can't I change this ending?"

"What are you talking about?"

Facing Zhuang Lianqing's frowning questioning, Yan Wan suddenly smiled.

It's not the sweet and delicate smile of the past, but a tired, bitter sour smile.

"It seems good if we die here together regardless of anything else."

"What are you talking about!?" Zhuang Lianqing grabbed her hand, and his eyes were hesitant and vigilant as he glanced up and down.

"It's not your style to be so irresponsible."

Yan Wan sighed.

"It's like this, isn't it normal for me to lose some reason, really."

“…… Don't make such jokes, it's cold. ”

"Good, good."

Yan Wan's gaze fell on the pillar of light in the distance, and the smile on his face had dissipated: "The soldiers are divided into two ways, I will go there, I have a way to solve this ceremony."

"And you, go back to find Xiaoxiao and retreat with them."

"I'll go with you, or you'll retreat alone." Zhuang Lianqing vetoed it without thinking about it, and the hand that grabbed her wrist was extremely hard.

"Trust me, okay?"

Yan Wan stared at his black pupils and saw a tired soul from inside.

"I'll join you."

Zhuang Lianqing took a deep breath, but still agreed, and he squeezed Yan Wan's hand harder and harder.

"Where's the meeting point?"

"Outside the city, the place where we came out of the Void."

"Okay." Zhuang Lianqing glanced at her deeply, moved lightly, and finally let go of her hand.

Yan Wan stood in place, and glanced at his back as he left for the last time.

"Wind sickness."

She waved her scepter, was lifted by the wind and flew towards the pillar of light, and set off.

Looking at the magnificent pillar of light from a distance, it was even more shocking when he looked closer, but Yan Wan felt that the insects under his feet were really dazzling and dirty.

Dressed in a black robe, he covered his head and eyes and shrunk in the turtle shell for fear of damaging other people's eyes, but even if he covered it, the stench was still unbridled.

"Cultists."

"It's a lackey of the Security Service!" Piercing screams passed with the bombardment of spells.

"Bugs talk, too?" Yan Wan asked with a smile, and the blue light shrouded her, blocking all attacks.

The white-robed man standing next to the beam snorted dissatisfiedly: "Take her, the gospel of God is not something that such insects can look up to."

"Hahahaha, in the eyes of your so-called God, you are inconsequential worms." Yan Wan blew up the black robe closest to her into fireworks with a slap of the Extinction Star, laughing wildly.

"Lying before death."

In the disdainful gaze of the white-robed man, Yan Wan smiled and made a cut on his arm.

Drop by drop, the scarlet blood began to overflow, plumping and dripping.

The sweet smell began to drift away little by little, and the strange fragrance hit people.

Little by little, the pleasure of mockery began to permeate, and a smile broke out.

The thick pillar of light split apart in the white-robed man's wavering gaze, and slowly poured into Yan Wan's body.

There was silence in the room, and there was even the sound of weapons falling to the ground.

The white-robed man broke the silence.

"You." He gritted his teeth and said a word that meant his tone, and it was extremely awkward to change to a flattering to sweet tone: "It turned out to be a compatriot, I misunderstood it before."

"Please come here."

"Hmph." Yan Wang's smile was extremely subtle, and the smile on his lips was full of provocation.

Under the gaze of those red pupils, bathed in golden light, she stepped on the path that the crowd had moved out of.

Keep your head high.

It is like walking on the road to coronation, full of pride, with golden pillars of light turning into crowns, and holding a silver scepter that symbolizes strength.

"Let's make it."

When Yan Wan stood in front of the white robe, he looked at him with a smile, and his tone was very soft, but his words and deeds were not polite at all.

“……”

At close range, Yan Wan saw the lower half of his face that was not covered by the white robe, he gritted his teeth, and his tight jawline trembled a little.

But he still got out of the way without saying a word.

Yan Wan let out a soft laugh, took the last step, stood in front of the altar shrouded in pillars of light, and turned around.

She saw red eyes, like wolves staring at each other.

In the gaze of these eyes, which were eager to tear her apart, she jumped lightly.

The soft waist is folded into a curved arc, and the black hair spreads out.

When their eyes widened and they wanted to rush up.

Yan Wan stood on the altar of their holy lord, stepping on the altar, bathed in light, she smiled proudly.

"Fools, I didn't expect that."

"Your holy lord is also a fool."

"Isn't it good for a bunch of intellectually deficient fools to stay in a mental hospital? You have to come out to show your intelligence. ”

Yan Wan smiled and mocked, she saw the white robe with a hideous face rushing over but was bounced out by the pillar of light, and saw the other black robes that wanted to cramp and peel her.

And it's all fleeting.

The golden light blurred her vision.

The power instilled in the body is furious and mixed with things that don't belong to human.

It was as if the pain of cracking had clouded her mind.

But at this moment, she felt more powerful than she had ever been, and she shattered the barrier with a flick of her finger.

It turned out that he had experienced such pain.

At the last moment when Yan Wan was judged to have successfully cleared the level and the illusion was shattered, she thought so.