It's incredible.

Once again, Amy Ulysses raised her head and looked at the apocalyptic desolation in front of her: the temple of Hephaestus, once brightly lit, was now only a ruined wall, the charred and yellow earth was cracked, and the scattered flames were scattered everywhere, gently swaying in the breeze, and the whole world seemed to have long since been barren and dead, leaving only silence.

Late?

The black pupils couldn't help but darken, but there was no negative emotion in it, he simply raised his head, pursed his lips simply, and then simply took a step.

Forward.

There was no confusion in his eyes, and there was no pause in his steps.

Sacrifice? Not really.

Simply because – there is no alternative.

He is the only one who has glimpsed the future in that corner, and he is the only one who discovers the Tinder crisis at the first time, including him and those close to him, the fate and future of the entire Hemtika are on his shoulders, no matter what kind of subjective will he holds, there is no room for retreat.

This is war.

Before that, the will of mortals, the fate of mortals is not worth mentioning.

Because, this body is with Hemtika.

The Glory One is not fast, nor slow, but as steady as a traveler who traverses thousands of rivers and mountains, as firm as a faltering dervishe, marching in the crumbling temple toward the center of the dead emptiness.

One minute, two minutes, or three minutes?

The boy did not deliberately remember the time that had passed, but only moved towards the predetermined goal little by little, until ...... Feeling the pulse of the fire again, the blood of order inherited from the ancestors also began to flow, and the body began to glow with vitality and vitality, even if it was only a drop in the bucket compared to the current serious injury, but at least it could be followed by a sense of weakness to a large extent.

But very faintly.

Faint like a candle about to be extinguished.

There was a thick haze in his heart, but after noticing the change in the fire, he did not speed up, but further slowed down his pace, controlled his breathing, and followed the guidance of blood and intuition more carefully and secretly, approaching the silent center of the temple.

The fire is there.

But the enemy is also there.

Two enemies.

Unexpectedly, the dark wizard Alfred he knew was not among them, one of them was a young man with gloomy aura with long dark hair and red eyes, and the other was a ...... Pink carved jade ...... Little girl?

Well, that's right, a little girl?

Amy confirmed this again and again, more precisely, it was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with long black and dense hair as dark as night behind her, and her dark pupils were full of innocence, and her small and delicate facial features were matched with a gothic black dress, which was beautiful as if she was a fairy fairy who had just stepped out of the forest and was ignorant of the world.

No, perhaps a demon would be more appropriate.

After bypassing a broken wall and suddenly opening up his vision, the boy couldn't help but change his previous rhetoric. Goldsworthy was now being trampled on the ground by the girl, the temple high priest no longer had the grace and nobility he had ever seen, his long gilded golden hair mixed with dirt was scattered on the ground, his usually gentle and handsome face was distorted and deformed by pain, his wide and thick white priest's robe was stained red with red blood, and his left ribcage was pierced by the slender and white hands of the girl looking down on him condescendingly, and there was no rise or fall.

Is it dead?

Amy subconsciously gave birth to such an idea, but was rejected by herself at the next moment.

No, maybe not, the light in his eyes still hasn't faded.

He's alive.

But even so, the young glorified man was not rejoiced by this.

The dire nature of the situation is clear at a glance.

The boy silently observed all this in front of him, and did not move his steps - if it was possible, he would not spare one or two deaths, but the question now is ...... The situation has become so bad that it is irreversible based on the premonition of death alone, and even if he dies a hundred or two hundred times, it will only be in vain.

The disparity between the strength of the enemy and the enemy is too great.

So...... What to do?

Rarely, the Glory One is a little undecided.

However, just as he was undecided, a sudden change occurred - the little girl who was too perfect to be human suddenly pulled out a bright red object from the chest cavity of the high priest of the temple of Hephaestus, and the splash of blood was dispelled by some mysterious force the moment it approached her, and only the first few beads of blood were lucky enough to slip through the net, leaving a few blood stains on the girl's slightly bloodless cheeks.

"Goodbye. ”

From the shape of her mouth, Amy recognized the word.

Almost at the same time, the young hands raised in the air clenched, and then ...... The red fireworks bloomed as scheduled, but at the moment of splashing, they were lined up by the girls who had been prepared, and they were sprinkled with bright red all over the ground.

It's real blood.

But what surprised the boy even more was this Edgar Goldsworthy, and he didn't know what kind of ability he had, obviously his heart was completely shattered, and the pain on his face did nothing, but even so, he still didn't die, and he could still have a sunny smile like a big child on his face.

"Well," he said in a gentle and generous tone after a long mutter, "it is a pleasure to see you again, Miss Pandora. ”

His words are not fast, even slow, and even Amy Ulysses, who has never been exposed to lip language, can recognize his meaning by imitation and comparison.

"Not dead?" the little girl he called Pandora didn't say much to him, but tilted her head rather confused and cute, and her big dark eyes were full of confusion and curiosity about the unknown—it took a while for her to come back to her senses and wink, "Interesting." ”

Like a child who has been buying a novelty toy for a long time, her face blooms with a smile that is enough to make anyone lose their mind, and the beauty of otherworldly innocence is undoubtedly displayed in one moment, but dissipates in the next.

- Along with the smile, there is also the moving flower of blood.

With the sound of brocade cloth cracking, the entire chest cavity of the high priest of the temple of Hephaestus was rudely opened from the inside, and even the twelve ribs were stiffly folded at a ninety degree angle, standing up neatly and straight like trees on both sides of the road, and the muscles and organs inside the body were pulled and turned outward, looking like Christmas gifts hanging on the Christmas tree, dazzling.

That's weird!

The boy felt more horror and shuddered.

The visual impact alone can hardly make Amy, who is accustomed to seeing life and death, chill, what really moves him is actually more the little girl called Pandora in front of him - when he heard the name Pandora from Edgar's mouth, he actually did not associate the girl in front of him who was more delicate and beautiful than a doll with the dark ministers who destroyed a city with the power of one person that Mia had talked about.

But the moment the fangs were revealed, he realized that there was an abnormality in the girl's body.

The terrifying anomaly, the name of the innocent anomaly.

It's hard to imagine such a picture without witnessing it with your own eyes, a child who doesn't look more than ** years old, when he cuts open a person's chest, he will smile, revealing neither a crazy smile beyond his age, nor a bloodthirsty tyrannical smile, if you want to describe it, it is probably a clean smile like a blank paper, pure and almost free of impurities, as if it is just the embodiment of emotions such as happiness and happiness.

If you just look at your smile, you will feel a sense of well-being.

But without dividing the scene, juxtaposing the atrocities she committed with her innocent smile without the slightest malice, only a deep sense of disobedience and the bitter chill that came with it were felt.

Girls are not human.

It's something like a human being rather than a human, heterogeneous being.

There is no superficial human good or evil in her body, and there is no so-called kindness or malice towards anyone, although she appears in the world as a young human woman, she looks more like a monster that looks like a human than a human, and forcibly limits her behavior to the scope that a young human woman can allow, even if she can't be said to be a clumsy imitation against her will anyway, but the moment she sees that smile, she will still subconsciously give birth to a certain sense of disobedience.

But...... She's not the only one who's weird.

The performance of the high priest of the temple of Hephaestus was equally jaw-dropping—the chest cavity had been cut open alive, and if it were an ordinary person, he would have died in agony, but the man, who also had the surname Goldsworthy, only let out a forced moan under the torture of such torture, and then squeezed out a smile that did not seem to feel forced at all, and said unhurriedly:

"I said you couldn't kill me—until the fire was extinguished. ”

"Meaningless struggle. As if he was a child who was tired of the toy in his hand, the supreme combat power of the Chaos Sect in front of him let out a childish mutter, and there was not the slightest malice in the dark black pupils, nor did he have threatening intentions, "I'm starting to get tired of it. ”

"Then don't play," the young man, with long dark hair and red eyes, exuded a gloomy aura at the right time, "Lord Pandora, don't forget the edict of Lord Demon. ”

Demon Gong –

The name seems to have a magical power, not only making the little girl pout and revealing a childish side, but also changing the look of Edgar, who has always been quite open-minded.

Because, both she and he are quite aware of the weight that this name has.

Enemy of Order, founder of the Chaos Sect.

The head of the Three Princes, the Demon Prince.