What are the rules, this is a simple question, and it is also a helpless question.

Whoever writes his name in the death notebook will die, and in the same way, there is no way to kill the Grim Reaper. It's a well-known thing.

It's just that many times, when our eyes are fixed on one thing, the little things that are hidden behind it will let out a sneering laugh. This is both a mockery of people's ignorance and a mockery of the absurdity of these rules.

Because everybody will die.

So everyone stops because of death?

So...... What about the dead?

Lelouch thought as he slowly shifted his gaze, his gaze not lingering on Death's Sulfur, but rather as if he was running away. But only Lelouch knew what he was doing.

It was a kind of expectation, just like the expectation when Gao Xiaowan turned her gaze again at this time. He also looked away from Sulfur, the god of death, and to another person.

At this moment, the wind is very light, the clouds are very light, and the light clouds and wind are the expressions of the wise men at this moment.

Sulfur was surprised.

Hovering in the air, he was surprised, unexpectedly flashing his wings full of holes, making a snorting sound.

"None of us will be able to see you unless we actually have access to this Death Note."

After a long time, as if to explain the rules, Liu Ling's voice paced out of the crowd lightly and walked in front of everyone.

Ssulfur was surprised that it was the first time he had seen someone who could make their voice heard before such a threat. For death, those people timidly wriggled their lips, retreated their steps, and wailed and wailed were the scenery he was most familiar with. But at this moment, the landscape seemed to change shape.

Liu Ling was not only talking, but also thinking.

"Strange...... Aren't you worried that you're going to die? ”

Grim Reaper said as he watched a yellow-haired girl in the crowd slowly walk out. The woman didn't lift her head. It's just a yellow silly hair on his forehead that keeps fluttering. I saw that she was wearing a dress as blue as the sea, and a set of silver-white armor was put on her body.

She walked slowly, every step measured precisely, not much, not much, like the beating seconds hand on a clock. Accurate, and accurate.

Seeing the indifferent expression on the woman's face, as if something heavy had been added to the other end of the scale, Death's gaze changed.

"You're not afraid of me?"

Death Sulfur asked softly as he looked at the woman standing in front of him with his red lantern-like eyes.

Death whispered. It's just that who dares to casually pass by.

I think there should be no one.

It's just that at this moment, the world seems to have completely changed, just like someone suddenly said that there were originally two suns in the sky, and naturally there would be two moons at night.

Naturally, people are not afraid of death.

It was strange, but the look on her face was so rightfully hot.

"I'm not afraid."

She said with a smile, slowly sizing her sword in front of her.

Majestic-looking. Heroic is talking about the scene at this moment, right? The Valkyrie-like girl was on a sword and in armor, and her long hair fluttered like a banner on the back of her head.

The more insipid the person speaking, the more angry the person talking to. A lot of the time. Anger can make a person lose their minds, and reason is always the thing that a person can rely on the most.

As it is with man, so is with God.

So the Grim Reaper was furious. lost his reason and calmness, and even contained a trace of anticipation and curiosity in it. He was really curious how a person could do such a thing. How could he be so indifferent to the threat of death.

So he unfolded his death notebook, the notebook where anyone with their name could die.

A pen, a pure white quill appeared out of thin air in the hands of the Grim Reaper. He held the pen as if he had raised a scythe. The knife was so sharp and so bright, and it was covered in bright red blood.

"Artoria, this is your real name."

Sulfur, the god of death, stood out of thin air, staring at the calm maiden.

It was so calm that I just called her name, but her face didn't show the expression it should have. She was just looking at herself calmly, as if she were looking at this painting calmly.

The picture is not beautiful, but the people who look at it are very beautiful. This is a beautiful painting, and it has nothing to do with the scenery in the painting, only with the person who looks at it.

"Ah ......"

Grim Reaper Sulfur wrote one stroke at a time, as he lowered his head and stared.

There was no fear on the girl's body, is it because the time has not yet come? Hasn't she experienced what it's like to be dying?

Sulfur, the god of death, thought to himself, and raised his hand again. The pure white quill was held high by him, and the visible blood condensed at the end of the quill, and then rippled and landed on the notebook with a crackle.

"Artoria ......"

Not a word, not a word.

Anyone whose name is written on the Death Note, as long as he sees his true face, is bound to die. The person who has written the cause of death will die according to the pre-arranged cause of death.

If there is no cause of death.

"Forty seconds."

Grim Reaper's smirk squeezed a hideous smile out of his face.

"You only have 40 seconds left to live, Artoria."

It's not the first time that death has pronounced death on people, so the expression on his face is so calm and indifferent, but maybe he doesn't know what he's about to do.

Death, for some, is the end.

The tick-tock stopwatch goes through a person's life, and before they can hear enough, it abruptly stops beating.

But for others......

Death is just the beginning.

The girl named Artoria began to smile, her hands silently struck the sword in front of her, and her long golden hair began to flutter in the wind, like a flag.

The girl's turquoise eyes on the other side rose little by little, like a deep pool gently rippling in the breeze. The expression on her face is so pure that it reminds people of dreams that can only appear in ideals, and a paradise that can only appear in dreams.

That's the Ideal Township.

"I've been looking for a place called Ideal Township." The girl named Artoria smiled and said, "I can't find it, but I don't have any complaints. ”

Ten seconds.

"My life will be summed up, and I will return the long sword in my hand to its rightful owner." The girl named Artoria said to herself, "But I still have a sword in my hand. ”

Twenty seconds.

"I searched for the true meaning of life, and I wanted to save my people. It's just that no matter what, there is only one futile path in front of me. The smile on the face of the girl named Artoria was so beautiful, as if flowers were blooming in the rain, "Do you know? ”

Thirty seconds.

"Death ......"

A long pause emanated from the maiden named Artoria, who narrowed her eyes slightly, as if looking at the man who had reappeared in front of her, and seemed to see again the scene that she would never forget.

There are people, there are many people, there are many people who are reluctant, and there are many people who miss.

And until now......

Forty seconds, death befell the maiden named Artoria, just like the pure white piece of paper she held in her hand, the piece of paper that had been attached to Magellan's face.

Pieces of paper fluttered, shattering into countless pieces out of thin air in Artoria's hands.

"That's your last word?"

Looking at Sulfur, the Grim Reaper, smiled at Artoria, smiling and waiting for the result that he had seen a million times.

Death, only death.

The long pause is suffocating, leaving tears of pain and remorse.

Only this time it seems that everything is different.

I don't know how long it took, but the girl, whose heart was supposed to have stopped beating, walked forward again and walked in front of Sulfur, the god of death.

Her name was Artoria, and she was a king, the king of knights.

Now, she's going to announce the decree.

Wang said:

"Death is just the beginning." (To be continued......)

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