Behind the darkness is the ultimate light.

The Glorious One stretched out his hand to cover the faintly blinding white light, his gaze swept across the endless pure white space, and finally stopped slightly on a small inconspicuous black dot, and then stepped away.

The pace of the young man's feet was not fast, but the distance between him and the foreign object on the pure white canvas was impossibly shortened, at first it was just an inconspicuous black spot, after three or five steps, a vague, hazy figure appeared in front of him, and after a few more steps, the old man's mottled and wrinkled eerie face appeared in front of him.

"Mr. Ignati," Amy Ulysses paused, his face not showing the slightest hint of hostility, but as calm and solemn as the sea before a storm, "long time no see. ”

"It's only been a few days," a distorted, hideous, but unexpectedly strange smile squeezed out of the demonized face, "Time has left such a clear mark on your body, sometimes people can't help but feel that youth itself is the greatest capital of young people." ”

"No," the young man had no intention of competing with him, but shook his head solemnly, and expressed his opinion in a deep but powerful voice, "I think it should be alive." ”

"Yes. I don't know what I remembered, the old man showed a look of reminiscence, and then sighed faintly, "If you die, there will be nothing left." ”

The Glory One pursed his lips and raised his eyes, his dark eyes shining like jewels: "So, what are you thinking about now...... Do you want to leave something behind?"

"Well," the wrinkled blue-purple face had a gloomy sense of solemnity against the background of the pure white world, and the traveler who had returned from the darkness nodded, and said calmly, "The older people are, the closer they are to death, the more they will be afraid of the all-pervasive darkness and chaos, and the more they want to leave something in this world." ”

"Even if it's infamy?" Amy Ulysses raised an eyebrow.

The old man looked at him, and looked at him with eyes that shone like a beast in the dark, and looked at his own reflection in the young man's dark pupils—and then paused for two or three breaths, and replied in a tone so calm that there was not even a ripple: "Even if it's infamy." ”

The Glory One is silent.

The demonized traveler didn't notice this, and just said to himself: "Whether it's infamy or sin, if I can really use my residual heat before it burns out, I don't care what role it will play in the course of history." ”

"Sounds pretty noble. Amy said, but there was no warmth in her tone.

"Just a pass for the despicable. The old man sighed, "People always come up with many reasons and excuses for their actions to justify what is not right, even at my age, and I always want to give a high-sounding reason for my madness, even if it is neither fair nor just to many." ”

"And what is the noble excuse you use to cover up your despicable deeds?" "The Glory One looked at him without looking away, something surging in his dark eyes, "Could it be that you are going to take as an epitaph words like, 'This heinous man has opened the barrier between the lower and the foggy districts, causing tens of millions of humans to die in panic, and most of Hemtika has been reduced to hell on earth'?"

"If you're going to do that," said the traveler who had returned from the darkness, spreading his hands, "I don't mind. ”

"Looks like you're really crazy. The boy did not hide the disappointment in his eyes, although he did not have a hero complex, and he did not have much trust, but he did see him as a senior who could be relied on to a limited extent at first, "As the dice house says, the erosion of demonization distorts your perception of the eternal world. ”

"Demonization?" the old man only scoffed, however, "that's just the adaptive evolution of humanity under the erosion of chaos—if anything, I've been insane, utterly insane, after stepping foot in the dark zone of the night and glimpsing the truth of the world in that absolute taboo." ”

"The truth of the world," Amy paused unconsciously, obviously it was just a madman's dream, obviously it was just a madman's whisper, but it was incredible, a sense of longing and joy that was like trekking in the desert for three days and three nights, and a traveler who had not yet entered a drop of water suddenly found an oasis in the moment he looked up, "What the hell!"

The traveler who had returned from the depths of the night raised his eyelids in surprise: "You want to know?"

"That's right. "The Glory One does not hide his desires in the slightest.

"It's a pity...... I can't tell you. There was not much emotion on his old face, and there was no anger in his blue eyes, and he just said in his usual low tone, "You can tell anyone, but you can't—that will ruin you, Ulysses." ”

He shook his head: "Even if it's just a possibility, I don't dare to take this risk, and I can't take it—you are more important to this devastated world than you think." ”

"Really?" the Gloryer clenched his fists and let go, "because of Ulysses?"

His voice was quite calm.

"If you think so. The lost traveler neither admitted nor denied it, but in this ambiguous atmosphere, the boy seemed to have the answer to the riddle.

"I see. He said, his pitch-black pupils hidden under the shredded hair, unable to see the truth, "So back to the point - even if I already know the answer, I want to ask you again, do you really plan to open the barrier between the lower and the fog zone, and put the high demons who swim in the mist and are always hungry for fresh flesh into the lower zone, so that blood and carnage can play a triumphant song under the silent night?"

"That's right. "There is not even the slightest hesitation or hesitation.

"There shouldn't be any more questions," Amy Ulysses, who got the exact answer from the old man's mouth for the second time, didn't continue to ask, he just looked deeply at the old man in front of him, the demonized old man, "So, is there anything else you want to say in the end?"

"It's a pity," the traveler shook his head, and there was no regret in Hitomito, "no. ”

Almost as the words fell, the Glory One began to gallop—

Like the wind, like light, and like electricity, the distance of just a few meters has dissipated in the blink of an eye, the red and black intertwined short sword cut through the sky like a long rainbow, and the brilliant sword light of cutting steel and iron has almost pasted the old man's already cloudy blue eyes.

And then—

Although it is called this connection, it is actually only 0.012 seconds after the beginning of everything that happened.

The withered Dark Traveler stretched out his shriveled hand, covered in alienated scales, and grabbed a sword that was about to pierce his brain.

The smell of fishiness pervaded.

Thick, almost viscous, red, blackened blood trickled down the sides of the blade.

"Poor and weak. ”

made a simple and clear evaluation, curled up with five fingers, bent into a fist, half of the body leaned forward, without any fancy, and hit the door with a straight punch.

Fast, just plainly fast!

Before Amy's eyes could be amazed at the Dark Traveler's physique, the frantic wind of the fist had blown away the broken hair.

Can't avoid it –

In just a split second, the boy made a judgment, and before his brain had time to react, his body had already responded.

The five fingers are bluffing like a net.

Then, it was as if heaven and earth collided.

There was a crisp dislocation of the bones, and the Glorious One retreated again and again—until the third step, before he first stabilized his body, but the expected stalemate did not come, but after a trivial pause, the boy released his right hand holding the sword and his left hand holding the fist at the same time, and then, without any warning, his body fell straight and straight like an iron plate.

The next moment, the atmosphere was cut off by the waist.

A razor-sharp sweep.

Even with his instinctive instincts bordering on cheating in combat, Amy dodged rather reluctantly, her overly abrupt movements completely broke her body's self-defense mechanism, and the concussions from her back gave him a sense of confusion that his internal organs were shifting - but that wasn't a reason to give up.

With a backhand support, the waist was violently forced, and the glorious one was already pulled up from the ground.

And then—

Retreat! Retreat and retreat!

Retreat to gain time for your left hand to regain your strength, and disrupt the enemy's control of the rhythm with retreat.

It's a strategic turnaround.

The boy narrowed his eyes, not daring to take his eyes off the traveler who had returned from darkness in front of him for even a moment.

But the other party did not move.

More precisely, there was no pursuit.

"Click, click" accompanied by the crunching sound of bones, the old man with a face as hateful as a demon just had some loose muscles and bones, and after raising his hand to look at the short sword that cut into the palm of his small hand, he shook his head, pulled it out of the flesh, and threw it on the ground.

"Good exercise after eating. He commented, an unpredictable smile on his hideous countenance, "It's been a long time since I've been so happy as I am today - sure enough, if you don't exercise for too long, you will rust like a machine." ”

Amy Ulysses didn't reply, not even her eyes on him.

The enemy is strong and I am weak.

This is a very obvious fact, as a weak man, he has never had a strong man to spare.

He just locked his eyes on the enemy in front of him, and at the same time let his left hand repeat the action of clenching his fist and then relaxing, stretching and then clenching his fist, returning the misaligned bones to their original places, quietly waiting for the recovery of his body, waiting for the recovery of his own state.

"What's the matter? Are you scared like this?" In the long wait, the old traveler who returned from the deep night never moved even a single step, but just stared at the cautious young man in front of him like a frightened rabbit with those green eyes, and laughed quite calmly, "You must know that time is on my side, if you can't conquer me, the great demon king, in time, then there is only ...... waiting for the lower area."

He paused: "Blood and killing." ”

"I don't know why, but it looks like you're eager to fight me. After a brief pause, the Glory One looked up, his dark pupils as deep as darkness itself, "But that's fine, let's continue the battle we left off." ”

A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then the old man's name was spoken.

"Ignati—"