Chapter XXXIV: Sorrow and the Count

The act of sending out a message of the movement of the movement is to put the thousand-year-old earl in the castle has been. Although Noah's Ark belonged to him, the core was only discovered by him. It took him thousands of years to find a way to create demons from it, as well as a four-handed piece of music that stimulates teleportation.

Although he knew that there must be a will in the core of the Dao, constantly devouring the soul energy obtained by the Akuma's killing. But in all its endless years, this is the first time it has taken the initiative to emit energy. The Earl knew that it was a special channel. It's sending a message.

"Xin, what the hell have you done?" The earl's grinning face was a little stiff, in the long river of time, the thousand-year-old earl can be said to have come here from the upstream all the way downstream. In the endless years, he also sat in front of the core and muttered to himself, as if in the war after the creation of the world, all the apostles died, and only his one was left; Like the one when the thirteenth betrayed; It seems like the time when I created アクマ. He talked to himself in front of the core for days and nights. Happiness, anger, sadness, as if only this core of being's consciousness, which is never silent, can listen to him.

And now, this eternally quiet core has its own fluctuations. It was as if a sleeping beast was about to wake up. And for the Millennial Earl, it seems that he is about to lose one of his best and only friends.

"D...", a strange string of notes scurried into the ears of the Millennial Count. Suddenly. brought the pinnacle of this one-sided powerhouse into the illusion, silently. It felt as if I had traveled back in time to before the creation of the world.

Black, the only shade in the world. This kind of black, which can devour all colors, actually appears in shades of color, and a four-dimensional still oil painting is composed of black, chaos and evil are entangled in everything. The most primitive state of the world is endless darkness.

However, I don't know when the road began, in the deepest darkness. There is an atom that is different and incompatible with the world.

White, glorious, pure. From the moment it appeared. Darkness began to revolve around him, chaos was stirred, a vortex formed around the white atoms, and chaos, which even the years could not change, began to operate because of its appearance. The oil painting becomes a whirlpool, and the particles give birth to more white under the extreme black. The particles disperse from the center and drift into the darkness, forming new whirlpools. Although it was not as big as [Beginning], it accelerated the agitation of the black.

Fourteen white photons spread throughout the world, absorbing the darkness as they could. While creating light, when the ratio of black and white became one to one, a huge, and first-to-one sound, resounded throughout the world.

Fourteen whirlpools exploded. Fourteen people emerged from within. In their arms, there were fourteen balls. The extreme of black and white turned out to be colorful.

At this moment, when the picture wanted to continue, the Millennium Earl burst out with all the momentum in his body, and a black brilliance burst out from his body, and in just a second, a huge ring swept over the entire underground castle. Then, everything came to a standstill. The gaps between the bricks were stretched out, and they all floated in the air, becoming a city in the air, and the black energy was like the weaving thread of the demon.

No one in the castle could move, no one dared to move. The terrifying power of the Millennium Earl is the strongest among the thirteen apostles, and no apostle can compete with him! When he was angry. Even though they were apostles of the same origin, they could only tremble and suppress the fear in their hearts so as not to collapse their minds.

Rumble!! Rumble!! Almost at the same time, the thick dark clouds that filled the sky were torn apart by countless black lightning bolts, and the frenzied lightning was like a torrential rain pouring down from the sky, spreading all over the entire castle area. At this moment, almost all the mechanical demons were destroyed, and this moment was a battle between their creator and the source of life, and their physical structures doomed them to be destroyed by one of the two energies. Can't fight. The rampant ubiquitous lightning made them unavoidable, and even if there were some powerful lv4s, they could only do their best to balance the amount of power in their bodies. …,

However, in the next second, these human emotions, only the distorted souls of destruction and tyranny, felt a sense of sadness like despair, and their souls were pulled into the Infernal Hell, where the tragedy of life would repeat itself over and over again.

"Heart! Even you can't snoop into that secret!! Did you hear that!!! The Millennial Earl roared angrily, the hat on his head had long been broken by the furious energy, revealing a pair of long ears, and under the pink ears were two ear piercings that looked like black holes. A pair of eyes that are eternally in darkness, staring into the light.

The next moment, there was a crack in the eternal core! It opened up according to a stave-like line. The white hand stretched out and stroked the face of the thousand-year-old earl. Tenderness is like a wife caressing a grieving husband, and a mother comforting a weeping child. Without words, that tenderness may be felt. A kind of indifference.

"Sadness does not need to be covered with anger, it does not need to be embellished with tears. All you need is a touch of blue. Like an angel, a compassionate face emerged from the core, and she pressed her side face against the bridge of the thousand-year-old earl's nose. The gentle rubbing of the snow-white skin made the thousand-year-old count feel calm for the first time in endless years.

"Poor man, let me keep you company. Let me be your sad heart and heal all your wounds. "On the naked body is a contract written like tadpoles. The signature is between the soft lips.

The Count enjoyed the second of calm. Wonderful, wonderful. It looks like this for the rest of my life...

"Kiss me."

The count's reason told him that if he kissed him, he would never turn back, and that the turn would be like the entrance to hell. However, he has already been captured. After the deepest anger in the heart has been appeased, at the time of calm. Everything in the world world, as if she is the only one, will become indifferent and difficult.

Lips stained, contracted.

The next moment, the shell of the core turned into a black piano. The white woman lived in the heart of the thousand-year-old earl.

“d…”

The notes, which he could not understand, were now heard by the Count clearly, and it was a piano tune full of sorrow in the midst of calm. There was an extra voice, a picture, in my head. He saw a man covered in black flames, and above his right arm, sat a woman who looked like a black widow.

"Irrigate the world with sorrow, and make a contract." (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )