"Who, who's talking"!

Although immersed in confusion and sadness, he couldn't extricate himself, but Ganatika fought on the battlefield of hell for more than 100,000 years, and the combat instinct he had cultivated was still very keen, after finding that a strange voice suddenly appeared in his ears, the young man who was still staring at the flowers in his hand in the last second and secretly felt sad the next second, instinctively re-released his mental power, began to perceive the surrounding environment, and forced himself to wake up as soon as possible.

For a legendary powerhouse, anything that suddenly appears within the range of his perception may represent a dangerous conspiracy or a deadly attack, and I believe that if it were a punk encountering the same scene, in a short period of time, I am afraid that the caster would bombard a "tracer tide" without hesitation.

However, at this moment, the person standing in this dark alley is just a wanderer lost in the darkness.

Although he found the source of the sound, the nervous reaction of the battle did not succeed in rejuvenating the boy's pessimistic mind, and although he quickly turned his head to look at the sky blue light dot flying in his ears, the emotional hollowness of Ganatika did not even appear to have the idea of concentrating his fighting energy to attack or defend.

What is the point of these troubles, whether it is the servant sent by his suspicious and mysterious "master" to convey the message, or the enemy has quietly arrived at his side?

If you can find relief and even redemption in a gorgeous sneak attack and assassination, isn't it a good place for a homeless desperate traveler?

Thinking of this, the disheartened young man suddenly didn't even have the heart to move his body or send a signal to the "Whisper of Destruction" far away in the magic tower, he simply ignored the strange point of light that flew like a blue pearl, and then continued to lower his head and stare at the white flower in his hand in a daze.

This white flower...... It was really beautiful, Ganatika remembered that a long, long time ago, Pandora had made a delicate bouquet hairpin out of a few pieces of broken armor metal, and the flower that adorned the beautiful face of the girl was exactly the same as the white flower that bloomed in her hand today............

"Oh, poor child, I can see that you are suffering from confusion and sorrow, and I understand your feelings, and sympathize with your plight, for I have experienced the pain of falling into darkness firsthand............ But now please take heart and listen to what I have to say, shall we, we really have a short time, and perhaps my suggestion will be of little help to you."

Seeing that the confused boy just glanced at himself casually and lowered his head again, the azure light spot that was gorgeously ignored did not show any impatience or negative emotions.

I saw that it only flickered lightly in the air once, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cute elf no more than the size of a thumb, and then immediately after, this little guy in sky blue clothes as thin as cicada wings and light blue wings danced lightly stood straight between the petals of the bouquet of flowers.

Raising his beautiful face and looking up at the boy with his head down, the elf who appeared mysteriously continued to persuade patiently in an ethereal voice:

"Wake up, Ganatika, the evil mage has deceived you, you have always been the kind-hearted child, haven't you?

“...... What do you say? Kindness? I can be called kind when I am clothed in blood and stained with innocent murder? Your so-called "childish declaration" has made me a legendary villain! I have become the mad and lonely ghost I once hated the most."

Gazing sadly at the beautiful elf, Ganatika did not question the identity or origin of this little creature that he could not perceive, he just shook his head and retorted the quibbly persuasive words.

However, even though the young avenger's eyes were still empty, the goblin, who had clearly premeditated, did not give up, and her voice was as dreamlike as ever against the backdrop of the slanting sun...... Loud and ............

Isn't that "heroic act of saving beauty" the truest emotional portrayal of your heart? Didn't you finally fail to watch innocent people suffer? You actually know what you really want, right? You also know very well what kind of actions can make you feel happy, right? So...... Why not follow your own heart and go through the legendary journey?"

"What did you say? ...... Did you lure the girl into the alley?What do you mean by saying these things?What am I afraid of...... Isn't a mighty Morningstar professional terrible enough, isn't an unequal contract of slavery enough to bind my soul?"

A little incoherently pouring out his thoughts, Ganatika, who was enlightened by a word, finally couldn't maintain that empty and dead silent expression.

Yes, in a sense, this mysterious sky blue elf is right, the moment he receives the bouquet in the little girl's hand, the confused boy actually understands where the "true self" he has been looking for is, when the hatred disappears in the ruins of time, when the chaotic thoughts corrode the dark angry heart, the real "Ganatika" has indeed never changed much.

Merely...... What's the use of seeing your own mind?

The contract of the Eye of Judgment, which had long been conclusively spoken, watched the words and deeds of the signatory in the depths of his soul.

"Are you trying to set up some kind of conspiracy against that Whisper of Destruction? You want to use me as a breakthrough? No kidding, not to mention that your enemy is a complete monster, just say that you are looking for the wrong person by targeting me, and the Eye of Judgment contract cannot be broken............"

Shaking his head helplessly and sighing, he felt that his brain was a little clearer, and Ganatika had already thought of the possible reason for this mysterious being to come to his side to "persuade him with good words", but he really felt that the elf in front of him was whimsical.

For his "master" Punk-Saian, even the young Avenger who has been in hell has heard a little, he knows that "Whisper of Destruction" is a famous "supernova" in the entire multiverse, the sharpest blade in the Silent Alliance, and its strength and hole cards are simply unfathomable and countless.

Want to be the enemy of such a guy............ That's not an easy thing to do.

However, even after hearing the young man's questioning, the little guy who flew up again did not clearly veto or agree, and looked around in the golden light curtain, she just answered very naturally:

"Conspiracy? The current "president" is like a mad dog that bites whoever and who dies, and we don't have any conspiracy to arrange for the time being, and the reason why I want to say these things to you today is just a little ...... Well...... In fact, in the coming period, Mr. Whisper of Doom will be very busy, and you will have plenty of time to think about the simple question - what kind of life do you really want to have?