Dizziness, nausea –

Of course, it only lasted for an insignificant moment, and silently wiped the blood overflowing from her lips, Amy Ulysses raised her head, her eyes stopped on the old man not far away and the red tentacle bush that was constantly churning and shining on her side, and then re-aligned her posture and clenched the short sword in her hand.

"I'm going!"

Said in a nonchalant tone, the boy strode forward.

One step, two steps, three steps, his steps were not light, nor slow, but a few breaths, he had already come to the outside of the defensive circle set up by Ignati, subconsciously stopped here, and an unfathomable smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then-

Mark time!

One, two, three, four tentacles arrived as scheduled, Amy didn't bother with them much at all, and after flashing sideways the attack trajectory that had been predicted a long time ago, the pent-up battle enthusiasm erupted like a volcano, and under the strong wind pressure, the black trench coat spread its wings and soared like a swift.

Hurry, hurry, hurry, and even faster!

In an instant, he squeezed his speed to the limit, and the boy cut through the sky like a black streamer.

——

This change, and even all this, came too suddenly, as if the annoying kitten had turned into a tiger in the Wuthering Mountains in the blink of an eye, and even with Ignati's change, under the principle of not endangering the life of Ulysses, there was no better way to deal with it for a while, but it remained motionless like a mountain, and hundreds of blood-colored tentacles around it seemed to come to life, swarming towards Amy.

Opportunity!

The young man, who had already known the weakness of the old man's blood manipulation in the previous death omenade, did not give birth to even the slightest retreat, and faced the blood-colored tentacles in front of him, and there was no ripple in his dark pupils.

- Swing your sword!

It's just swinging a sword!

One, two, three, four, five—even Amy herself couldn't remember how many swords she had swung in that moment, and she didn't know how many tentacles had been severed by him before they had time to change in nature, all he knew was that after that brief encounter, he had broken through the blockade formed by the tentacles and came to Ignati, to the dark traveler whose body had been demonized.

Stab!

A sword light is cold.

The old man who was ready to wait did not show too much surprise on his face, although the performance of the young glorious man had far exceeded his expectations, but fighting is fighting, fighting is fighting, any form of loss of mind for any reason may attract the favor of death, and the slightest mistake will likely lead to the devastating result.

So, without carelessness, he grabbed a sword stabbed by the young man.

And then the blood flew.

There was no emotional fluctuation on the demonized hideous face, and without even raising a brow, the traveler who had returned from the darkness activated his ability as soon as his epidermis was cut.

- Sturdy.

The blood was endowed with this property, and with the churning of sparks and the smell of scorching, the Grim Reaper finally stopped at a distance of less than three centimeters from the tip of the dagger from his chest.

It's really getting tougher.

Ignati thought, then looked at Ulysses, who was only a few dozen centimeters away from him.

"Sure enough, there is an insurmountable gap between us. ”

The boy seemed to notice his gaze, the corners of his mouth slightly grinning, and a wisp of scarlet spilled from his lips.

Obviously admitted the gap, but the battle intuition cultivated by countless births and deaths made him feel uneasy for no reason - why, why did he perceive the gap between each other but did not feel lost and hopeless, why, why did the corners of his mouth suddenly overflow bright red blood?

"A chasm that cannot be bridged without paying a price. ”

Withdraw!

The old man faintly retreated, but before he could act, Amy had already deceived him.

"Vestea Sorin—"

Pure light bloomed in his hand, and the sword of light and flame ignited the horizon.

This is......

In the last moment of being consumed by the flames of light, Ignati finally realized what the boy's killer weapon was and what the price it needed to pay was.

Slash through the Sword of Darkness.

Almost at the same time that consciousness was born, the pain of flesh separation and torso burning was inflicted on his body.

Then, flesh and blood were cut open, hearts pierced, divine flames rose within them, and even though the traveler who had traveled alone through the deep night had an extraordinary spiritual will, his face was distorted and distorted in the face of this pain that was by no means endurable to human beings, and his eyes widened unconsciously and unconsciously, and golden, brilliant, and dazzling light overflowed from his mouth, from his nose, from his ears, and from his eyes.

It seems as if even the soul is struggling desperately under the light.

For some reason, Amy suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar and terrifying, and the black eyes turned, and out of some indescribable emotion, he did not continue to torture the old man who had some kindness to him, terminated the blood supply to the sword of light and fire in his opponent, and then pulled the short sword dark blood out of Ignati's left chest.

Blood gushed out and there were no scabs.

"Are you still alive?" the boy asked.

"Why don't you kill me," said Ignati, who shrugged his shriveled eyelids and said in a voice that seemed to have leaked out of the wind, "Needless mercy—this is not the emotion of the weak. ”

"Perhaps. The young Glory One did not answer the question, but shook his head, for even he did not know why he had compassion at that time, but ...... It's not without reason, "Because I don't trust the dice house - by the way, how much do you know about them?"

"Don't care about them," the old man tried to shake his head, but now the torsophisticated body could not even carry such a simple movement, so he could only let out a muffled snort, "They are just tentacles stretched out by the Overseer. ”

"Overseer?" Amy repeated the name.

"The Code of Hammurabi is a covenant made by the ancestors, a destiny inscribed on a tablet of stone, but earthly fate cannot bind the Creator. The excessively long conversation made the already weak old man cough, and it took a while to adjust his physical state, and he spoke quite reluctantly, "Therefore, in order to ensure that the agreement made jointly is not broken and the established destiny is not interfered with, it is necessary for the existence of supervisors and arbiters—on the contrary, they are also strictly limited to interference in the present world. ”

"And the dice house?" the boy continued.

"It's a product of the rules," Ignati grinned, as if she wanted to laugh, but let out a muffled grunt because of the wound involved, "You know, when it comes to gambling, everyone wants to make a difference, and that's something even for those who are on the top. ”

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Amy couldn't help but sigh with emotion, and in connection with the vaguely feltly shackles of fate, he had a guess in his heart about the strangeness in his body: it was very likely that he was an out-of-rule product created by a similar being to the master behind the dice house, and he was also a chess piece in the hands of chess players.

The reason why the dice house makes things difficult for him is either because they want to constantly stimulate him to grow faster, or because they plan to move the chess pieces off the board before they can really come in handy.

Such...... Everything is much clearer.

He faintly felt the pulse of fate, and the next thing to do was to choke it!

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" said the old man's pale face, without any emotion, "I don't have much time left for this body. ”

"You're dying. For some reason, the young man said with a half-sigh.

"That's right, this body is almost untenable. In this regard, the traveler who came to Hemtika through most of the night did not have much emotion, "Although I am somewhat unwilling, but if I think about it carefully, the result is also quite good, it is never an illusory fate that is imposed on people, but the arrogance that overtakes one's own will - in this battle, the arrogant person is me, so it is also me who falls here - my defeat may have been doomed from the beginning." ”

Amy pursed her lips, disagreeing with the old man's fatalistic views, just smiled and said half-jokingly, "That's because you're in my way, old fellow." ”

"What an arrogant young man," Ignati blinked, "but I don't hate it—seriously, don't you have anything to ask? As an old man who is about to be swept into the dustbin of history, I don't have much time left to breathe this fresh air." ”

"I'm sorry, no. The young man was not without doubts in his heart, but he knew inexplicably that he couldn't get more truth from the old man, after all, ...... The old man's identity is not much different from him, they are all insignificant pawns on the chessboard of fate, "I just need a small favor from you right now - help me open the way to the upper district." ”

"Can't do it. "A neat refusal.

"What do you mean?" the young Gloryman raised an eyebrow, his tone dropping to freezing point for a moment.

"If you can't do it, you can't do it," Ignati looked up with difficulty, looking at him, looking at his dark eyes, "The long sword that the ancestors used to cut through the darkness and chaos is enough to wipe out all power except order, which naturally includes the pact with the strange. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Obadiah is either free or has a new master. The old man's voice gradually lowered, but he still said with his last strength, "For example...... The companion who came in with you. ”

Almost at the same time as the words fell, he closed his eyes, forever, never again.

Amy's eyelashes twitched slightly, then she looked away, stopping at the pitch-black door with only one black dot remaining, and said in a deep voice the name of the friend or foe:

"Dick. ”

Then the world lost its light.

In just an insignificant moment, the pure white world was annihilated in the turbulence of time and space, and buried with it was the boy who was trapped in it.