For a moment, darkness invaded Amy Ulysses' vision.

The fire went out?

No, there was no such thought in the young man's mind, walking on the tip of the knife of life and death, he had no time to think about too long-term issues, all he could see was the present, only life and death.

Therefore, the young glorified ones are not sorrowful but rejoice.

This is a change!

He wasn't sure if the enemy would be momentarily distracted by this sudden change, but when the situation was so bad that it could no longer be done, even the slightest possibility had to be grasped, and it would be grasped at all costs—even if it was not triumph, but death.

Because, the weak never have a choice.

Opportunity is fleeting, do you wait forever for the next rounder, fuller ear of wheat, or grab the one in front of you? Amy never hesitated.

—Vestia Sorin. ”

He replied with action, the burning flame lighting up the darkness and emptiness, once slashing through the sword of dark chaos, tearing open the dark canopy again after thousands of years of silence, and piercing through the body of the man who was among the dark kings in the light of the red pupils full of astonishment.

There were no screams, no wails, light and darkness mingled, smearing a chaotic color.

The boy didn't open his eyes, didn't even confirm the results of the battle, and after a simple sword, he immediately pulled back, letting the attack from behind fall into the empty space - the sweep that cut off the atmosphere from the waist only raised the black corners of the trench coat, and did not even touch the edges, allowing him to leave calmly.

Frankly speaking, it's not that he doesn't have a chance to kill the dark ministers who have been driving behind him like a vicious dog, and it's not that he doesn't have the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity just now to annihilate them all with one enemy and two - it's just ...... In doing so, what is the point of such a killing other than venting one's own grievances?

If he had time, he wouldn't mind satisfying his petty vindictiveness.

However, time was running out for him.

- The fire has been extinguished.

This incident originally had little to do with him, but it was closely related to the enemy's movements.

If I'm not mistaken, Pandora-Edgar has returned to dust at this moment, and the creepy but innocent little girl should have her hands free after the fire has been extinguished, although it may not be the first to rush on his side, but ...... Sure enough, there is no way to naively ignore this possibility.

After all, the firstborn fire is in his body, which is not only the key to awakening the fire, but also his way to death.

Pandora won't let him go.

Only his death could evoke the peace of mind of her, and indeed the entire Chaos Sect.

But who wants their enemies to feel at ease? Don't laugh at them! The so-called enemy is like water and fire, light and darkness are irreconcilable, if you don't defeat him, he will come and defeat you, if you don't destroy him, he will definitely destroy you in turn - counting on compromise to fight for the right to live?

Please—don't, say, dream, talk!

So, he can't die.

Carrying the hopes of the whole of Hemtika, he can't die.

The wind whistled behind him, and the young Glory One took the opportunity to shake off all the enemies behind him, but for some reason, he could still feel the shadow of death still with him.

Could it be her?

Amy pursed her lips as she thought of the small, perfect girl who didn't look like a human being, the sword just now had hit the dark lord even if it hadn't killed her, and the strange skeleton, despite its very strange abilities, could really put a lot of pressure on him when it was really fighting, but it was impossible for him to have such a strong premonition of death - it was like the instinctive fear of the body, the fear of the coming future, the fear of the impending death, the fear of the impending fate.

There is no escape.

Maybe even the premonition of death won't escape.

In the final analysis, the reason why his death aura has been able to perform miracles again and again is only because of the "immortal" characteristic, he can grasp the possibility of one hundredth, one thousandth, one in ten thousand, or even one in ten million from the impossible - but Pandora is different, although he has not really encountered it, he does have the understanding that once he meets her, he ...... There is no chance of survival.

It is an enemy that must not be encountered.

The boy has this cognition, but the reason why fate is fate is because of its irresistibility.

In front of the dark fork in the road, the figure of the black-haired and black-eyed girl appeared abruptly like a ghost, for some reason, even in the thick and indissolable darkness, her form and appearance were still clearly visible - there was no malice, no murderous intent, she just blinked quite curiously, and then let out the ethereal voice like a lark: "You are not Ulysses, who are you?"

"I'm Amy. ”

The glorious one who does not know why can only answer in this way.

"So Amy, is it okay to be my thing?" The small, perfect girl appeared behind the boy at some point, stood on tiptoe with great difficulty, and gently stroked his neck with her slender five fingers as delicate and clear as white jade, and then exhaled softly, "I need you." ”

Amy Ulysses's body stiffened slightly, and she didn't look back.

"What if...... Well, I mean what if......" he said stiffly, "I said no?"

"Why do you want to say no?" Pandora tilted her head, her black pupils as bright as a starry night seemed to be full of question marks at this moment, and in the next moment, her eyes were wet with crystal clear tears, she pulled on his trench coat and asked in a timid and somewhat unbelievable voice, "Am I so annoying?"

“......”

Actually, Amy wanted to say yes, but considering that the other party could kill him at any time, he kept silent quite subtly, and was thinking about how to get out all the time.

Continuing to drag on is not the way to go.

If it weren't for the fact that the girl, who was also a big figure among the dark ministers, disemboweled Edgar with an innocent smile, the boy might have gotten along with her in a serious way to stall for the purpose of delaying time, and even seriously consider her proposal, which is not impossible.

Perhaps it was precisely because he knew the true face of the other party that he would not pin his hopes of survival on the mercy of the enemy - whether innocent or innocent, it was the innate essence of the girl - but this essence, aside from the appearance of weakness, was actually unexpectedly cruel.

Just as the children in the countryside sometimes dismember frogs without mercy together, and pinch ants to death one by one when they are lonely, although children who have not yet come into contact with the cruelty of the world are often regarded as the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, but in fact they do not have a normal person's concept of good and evil, not only have no empathy, cannot understand the heaviness of death, but also lack due respect for life.

For them, death, and perhaps sleep, differs only in the length of time.

There is no doubt that Pandora is such a child, a child who does not have any guilt for taking a person's life, and does not grow up.

"Woo ......"

Holding back the tears that burst out of her eyes, the little girl's sobbing was enough to move any man, even Amy Ulysses, who knew her true face, couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in her heart at this time, but before he opened his mouth to comfort, the sudden sharp pain made him change his expression - only to hear the sound of "tearing", his waist was directly torn apart by a huge force, and the blood stained a large area of darkness, and then his eyes were deflected, the center moved up, the position of his head was flattened forward, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Cut off by the waist?

For some reason, his eyes widened, whether it was pain or something else.

It was a little late that the girl's crying voice came again: "Amy, will you be with me?"

She crouched down and looked at him with those big tear-filled eyes, as if she were looking at a homeless puppy, completely unaware of the perpetrator: "Please, okay." ”

The boy was just silent.

At this point, there is no point in saying anything.

Wait, wait for the harbinger of death to kick in.

Amy closed her eyes softly, waiting for her fate.

Then, with the increase in blood loss, consciousness gradually blurred, and darkness inevitably descended on the spiritual world, but strangely...... The death aura was not activated.

Amy Ulysses is not dead.

- He's dreaming.

In his dream, he traversed the unknowable darkness of the deep sea to an abandoned palace made of pale green bricks and stone that looked like some strange plant growing in it—the whole palace was surprisingly rudimentary, with only a few ruins carved with vast passages of mysterious symbols that could not be understood, and a pitch-black door firmly locked with three chains, behind which was filled with chaos, oppression, and despair.

It's a dark door.

Just looking at it makes you nervous, just looking at it makes your mind confused, and just looking at it makes you slow to act.

This is not a realm that humans should tread, and its name is a forbidden realm.

The young Glory One stopped at the door, and reason told him that this was not something that mortals could touch, and that the very act of touching it would invite ominousness, madness, and hysterical confusion. But at the same time, intuition was guiding him, guiding him to push open the door of the seal.

What's behind the door, what must be there?

Frowning, the young man stopped three steps away, suddenly gave birth to some kind of wonderful sense, subconsciously turned back, and then saw that the squirming darkness behind him seemed to encounter their natural enemies, or ushered in their monarch to disperse to both sides, and the little girl who had not dried her tears just took one step, two steps, three steps across the barriers of layers of space, and came to him.

"Found you," a smile suddenly bloomed on her face, like a pure lily in bloom, "Amy." ”

Affectionately confided his name.

Facing the girl who was close at hand, facing Pandora who was close at hand, the young glorious man subconsciously took a step back, staggered one by one, and sat on the ground with his ass.

"Don't leave me alone. Amy's beautiful face came over, and Amy could even feel her hot and humid breathing, as well as the faint scent of orchids emanating from her body, "Okay?"

The young man didn't speak, just glanced at the dark door attached to his back with the corner of his eye, and then couldn't help but stop at the inscription on the door, obviously he had never learned or even been exposed to the language, but it was incredible that he was deeply attracted at the first sight of it.

Then, subconsciously read:

"In the eternal mansion of Lalaye, the sleeping Cthulhu is asleep—"

In the next instant, the three chains violently vibrated with a palpitating thud, and the unknowable dark door opened a tiny gap in the violent shaking, and then ...... Black-purple tentacles as thick as several old trees snaked out of the door, strangling Amy's limbs before he could react.

Like a spider that has captured its prey, it wraps itself tightly around it, and then ......

Rewind!

The sudden change made the boy lose his mind for a moment, but he only widened his eyes, and before he could be surprised, the endless darkness had swallowed everything.