Fester, who was indispensable among the gods of light, buried his head in his knees, his shoulders swaying silently, his back rising and falling, and the unspeakable sorrow and pain almost drowning him, and letting him perish in the terrible abyss and the silent seabed.

Sure enough, sure enough.

My lord, I don't need him anymore.

Anymore, again, no more, he was abandoned.

He just wants to seize the powerful power before the adults come back, so that the adults will not look at him more, as long as they look at him more, it's fine, he is really not greedy, not greedy at all.

Not at all.

Avella, who was hugging her companion, looked at Collins with the face on the other side, she wandered on the child's face with nostalgia, and after meeting the piercing eyes, she blinked, and on the blocked arm was the blood of the god of light, warm, but it pierced her heart.

Between her and Collins, there can only be an insurmountable barrier, after this battle, how can she miss him as innocently as before?

The best way is to completely cut off the bonds between them, to solve the pain that has been hovering in her chest, and not to disgrace the Lord of Light, let alone let those who gave their lives be betrayed by her selfishness.

Her Natya Vida had grown up, and she was no longer needed, and she was at last free from the burden of finding her companions scattered among the world, and like them, fell into a wonderful long sleep.

Collins felt a pain in his heart, he almost bent down his straight back, screamed in pain, his heart seemed to have been torn off a large piece of flesh, the pain was unforgettable, but the leader of the Lord of the Eternal Night still did not move, he seemed to have become a symbol on the battlefield, and he would never bow down his back.

He is the god of the land of eternal night, he is a general on the battlefield, even if his heart is bleeding, he can't bend his waist at this time, nor can he throw away the weapon in his hand at this time, to embrace the god buried deep in his heart, to embrace the future where he can't see the light.

He is the god of the eternal night.

He is the general of the eternal night on the battlefield.

He will give all his allegiance to the land of eternal night.

Obviously, obviously he pushed away the god who would always look at him and smile, but how could it be difficult to feel that he wanted to shine the blood that belonged to the darkness, and ran to her side, even if he was burned by the light, he had to hold the smiling Avela tightly in his arms.

I am back.

This sentence can never be spoken.

Outside of the situation, 001, who saw everything in his eyes, sighed: "Little white-eyed wolf, you are an out-and-out disaster, not only Huo Huo and your concubine, but also the surroundings." If I hadn't been tempered by your ruthlessness, I guess I'd be crying like a fool again. ”

Every achievement that comes to mind has an indescribable tragedy in it, and the little white-eyed wolf is really a well-deserved villain.

It's just a garbage system.

Relying on the host all the way to the top, it's a little cool to think about.

After all, this is a benefit that other systems can't ask for.

"The gates of the Land of Eternal Night open to all the gods tainted by darkness." Collins spoke hoarsely.

Natyavida leaned against the fur of the beast, she played with the long fur in her hand, her eyes deep in mockery and contempt, her long golden hair shining brightly, almost stabbing Collins with his head held high.