A remnant continent, a completely shattered archipelago in the far west.

Originally a hilly land, legend has it that it was a plateau covered in yellow sand before the end of the world.

Today, after more than a thousand years of great changes, the place has been flooded by the sea water that is pouring in from the north side.

"Hula!" In the calm inland river, a large, hideous mouth suddenly appeared on the surface of the water that seemed calm.

The terrifying mouth instantly bites off the head of the wild horse that is drinking water by the river. Then a six-meter-long, crocodile-like object crawled out of the river and opened its mouth to nibble on the body of a wild horse.

Sou!

This is a black shadow flashed, and the hideous crocodile immediately pricked up its head and looked around vigilantly.

Bang!

A huge, black-haired fist fell from the sky. The crocodile's steel-solid carapace looked like a thin piece of paper in front of the fist. Easily punched through by fists.

The body was pierced, and the crocodile struggled a few times before losing its life.

The huge body fell heavily, and the big hand took out the crocodile's heart and stuffed it directly into his mouth, like a wild man.

The body of this wild man was two meters tall, his whole body was covered with long black hair, and in a pair of scarlet eyes, there was no reason in sight, only endless bloodlust and rage.

After eating the crocodile's heart, the savage tore open the crocodile's back with both hands, bowed his head and yelled and drank the crocodile's blood.

The wild man's diet was huge, and the six-meter-long crocodile had only a pile of bones and leather armor left in fifteen minutes.

The well-fed savage crouched by the river, revealing the delicacy of the opposite of his image. Extremely meticulously washes off the blood stains on the black hair.

After the blood was washed away and the black hair was shaken dry, the wild man looked up at the completely unfamiliar surroundings, and a trace of confusion flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Then, the monster found a random direction and continued to run.

In a white space of consciousness.

In the white world, there is a lonely person. This person's whole body was **** locked by black chains, and he fell into an endless sleep.

As the slumber lengthened, the black chains got closer and closer, gradually tightening the man's body.

That person was also gradually corroded by the black iron chains, and the whole person was about to turn black.

Bite!

At the critical moment, bursts of red light flashed behind the person, and this dark red light was like blood, forming a film to protect the person's head, making his head from the erosion of black matter.

In this way, the red substance and the black substance began to have a tug-of-war for a long time. Black matter can't get into the person's head. The red substance could not leave the person's head either.

Time passed in a hurry, and I don't know how long it was.

"Torture Blade! Torture Blade! Wake up! "In the white world, another color gradually emerged - blue.

This comfortable blue color constantly emerges from the mental space, and then personifies two people, protecting the body of the torture blade in the middle.

"Torture Blade! What happened to you? One of the two, eleven or twelve-year-old, looked at the man anxiously.

Another woman in her twenties looked at him and said, "He's been eroded by the disaster." The Mark of the King Hunter protects his last will. But this will seems to have been severely impacted, and it has fallen into an eternal slumber. ”

"Charles! Help him! The boy said anxiously as he looked at the woman.

The woman nodded and said, "Don't worry, Natsu." I try to activate his consciousness. ”

Yes! These two blue people are none other than Xia and Charles, who have drifted away with the wind.

Charles gently picked up the blade, singing the sad tune softly.

Hearing the familiar tune from that familiar voice again, the man's brow, wrapped in red light, furrowed slightly.

"It works! Charles, it works! Xia said excitedly.

Next, the white world was filled with the song "Requiem for the Ages".

Slowly, not only did the man's eyebrows move, but even the eyeballs under his eyelids began to move, as if they were about to open their eyes.

Xia knelt beside the man and said excitedly, "Torture Blade!" Torture Blade! ”

Charles's singing, Xia's call seemed to accompany the two of them, and the mind really reached the consciousness of the man known as Tortureblade.

After a long time, under the concerned gaze of the two, the torture blade slowly left two lines of crystal tears in the corners of his eyes, and slowly opened his eyes.

Tortureblade felt like he had a terrible dream. In the dream he was tortured, and then he was chased by countless terrifying things.

In the end, a warm red light protected him, and he could only crouch under the red cross alone, alone in the endless darkness.

In the darkness, the torture blade could not move, no light could be seen, and beyond the red light, countless terrifying monsters were staring at him, and those terrifying eyes wanted to devour him every moment.

"You killed me! Give me my life! "Countless demons with broken bodies roared in the darkness, staring at their festering eyes.

"I'm dying so badly..." Sam's last remaining head kept hitting the light curtain, and he yelled with a hideous expression.

A middle-aged man with fire all over his body, a headless corpse banging on the light curtain and letting out a gloomy roar, "My head, my head!" ”

Hearing the shouts of these unjust souls, Tortureblade felt his whole body tremble, and his whole spirit trembled.

"Is this fear?" Tortureblade looked down at his trembling hands and muttered.

This feeling of isolation and terror made the tenacious spirit of Torture Blade a little unbearable.

"You're already a disaster! Join us! ”

"Look at the way you look now, why are we no different!"

"Come on! Just join us and you won't be in the midst of horror. ”

Torture Blade covered his ears with his hands and yelled fiercely, "Get out!" Get lost! Get lost!!! ”

・・・・・・

In this darkness, Torture Blade does not know how long it has been, and that fear has blocked Torture Blade's thinking, making Torture Blade feel questioned about his existence.

He was lying on the ground with a sluggish body, his eyes glazed and his face pale.

"What would I be here? Why am I afraid? Tortureblade clutched his head in both hands, his expression yelling in horror and distortion.

"Nope! I don't want it! I don't want it! The blade roared hoarsely, pounding the black ground like a madman.

"Why should I bear this fear, what am I doing wrong!?" The blade struck the cross, roaring madly.

But all this, no one answered. In the darkness, the screams of evil spirits, the sounds of curses. The temptation of the monster continues.

Torture Blade's tears and snot flowed, and his body leaned weakly on the cross, muttering, "I have lost the mark of the Hunter, I am so unbearable and fragile. Now I'm not even as good as those animals. At least those domestic animals, when faced with their own feared enemies, will also come forward to fight. And me? I didn't even have the courage to stand up. ”

Twenty-one years from birth. For the first time, Torture Blade saw himself clearly, recognizing his true self without the mark of the Hunter.

"I'm human too, and I'm a fragile, incompetent coward."

"Old hunter... I'm sorry. I've lived up to what you expected of me, and I'm a coward who is not qualified to continue hunting. Not even more qualified to become a king hunter. Speaking of which, Tortureblade felt that in his heart, shame and guilt had transcended fear and confusion.

Torture Blade said decadently, looking at those broken souls, and reluctantly stood up.

"One life for another, my life, for you! I pray that you will free me from this shame and guilt. ”

Tortureblade spoke, stumbling towards the Soul.

Just as Tortureblade was about to die in shame, a familiar and sad tune reached his ears.

The pale blue light appeared out of nowhere, slowly moistening his completely dry and cracked soul.

The torture blade froze in place, his face sluggish. Only his mouth followed the tune, humming the song that he would never forget.

The ancient city has been singing solo for more than 100 years, turning into a star and a lonely moon to go to the sky.

Loneliness has nothing in my heart, but there are children in my heart.

Fanghua has been rotating for 30 years, and the old city wall is withered.

The world does not understand the words, read the book of revelation together

In a dream, he left the city and fell in love

The long wind has gone and returned, and it is difficult to miss and return when you go.

Life and death are uncertain, and the soul returns to the homeland.

Remembering the wind and keeping the soul to go to the house, I will break the door in ancient years.

Carry the road to break the ghosts and fall blue, pick the stars and the moon and break the yellow spring.

However, the thought was shattered, and Jun Nian was not sent to Tianluan.

Baishi reincarnated to welcome strangers, and smiled and cried for thousands of years.

In the midst of the humming, a pair of beautiful big blue hands fell from the sky. It easily brushed aside the demons and monsters around it, and gently stroked the body of the torture blade, like a kind mother caressing her own son.

The torture blade silently raised its head in a comfortable blue light, and his dark eyes were filled with tears at this time.

Two lines of crystal tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and the torture blade raised the dark sky and muttered, "Is that you?" Shire? Is that you? Summer? ”

This kind of happiness, this kind of nostalgia, this kind of excitement made Torture Blade unable to hold back tears.

"Torture Blade! Torture Blade! In the dark world, a glimmer of light gradually appeared, and then a crisp children's voice came in.

Then, the light slowly expanded, and the comfortable blue light gradually dispelled the darkness.

I don't know how long it has been, but the torture blade has once again seen the light and hope.

Xia Er and Xia looked at Xing En, who had woken up, with happy and excited expressions.

"Torture Blade! Torture Blade! Torture Blade! Natsu clenched the torture blade and shouted happily.

Torture Blade raised his hand and touched the tears in the corners of his eyes, and said to himself, "I didn't expect that happiness can make people cry." ”

Natsu waited for his big eyes and said, "I know!" I knew it! The Torture Blade is the most powerful, and it will be fine. ”

Gollum...

With the awakening of the torture blade, the black substance that occupied the whole body of the torture blade gradually converged. Eventually, all the black mass gathered on the Blade's chest, and then submerged under the skin.

Torture Blade looked at his body in a daze, and some didn't react.

Charles looked at Torture Blade tenderly and said, "Long time no see." ”

Tortureblade looked up at Charles, and said with a faint smile, "Long time no see." ”

(To be continued.) )