For Alfred, for the Dead Bird, for the Dark Lords, do you need a reason to kill?

The answer is obvious –

When they communicate with the blind and foolish will in the depths of darkness through the bloody and evil Black Mass, and become the vehicle of their manifestation in the material world, their personalities have been completely distorted and degenerated, becoming something like a human rather than a human being.

The human view of good and evil does not apply to them.

They are also naturally not bound by the good and evil of human beings.

Therefore, when the petite girl with black hair and black eyes appeared in their field of vision, without any hesitation or hesitation, the two bigwigs of the Chaos Sect invariably launched a fierce attack on her.

- One shot is a killer move!

Alfred, the dark wizard who was almost regarded as the embodiment of plague and death in Hemtika, immediately awakened the three powers of "envoy demon", "plague", and "incarnation" at the same time, first through the incarnation to complete the transformation between the virtual and the real in an instant, evading possible attacks, and dividing into a red-eyed black crow carrying a terrible plague like the black death, hovering slightly at his fingertips, and then flapping its wings.

And the gloomy man who was dubbed Death Bird was a step slower to react.

Although his attacks were swifter and more stealthy than Alfred's—

He met the girl's eyes, and the red pupils and the dark pupils were opposite, reflecting each other's colors.

The conditions were met.

The corners of the dark minister's mouth, who exuded an ominous aura all over his body, curled slightly, and then activated his authority.

- Death.

He thus opened the gates of the land of the dead and lifted the throne of death to heaven.

Like the mythical king of the underworld who weighs the life of the dead, the red pupil is able to look directly at the eternal fate of all things, and gives the gift of daring to look directly at all things in the world equal to the eyes of these gods who do not belong to humans.

Namely: eternal rest.

But the invincible authority loses its effectiveness at this moment.

In the scarlet red eyes, there was no trace of the girl's existence.

Like a false ghost rooted in a dream, she can clearly perceive her existence, but once she connects with the god of the underworld that exists in the underworld with those near-god eyes, all that is reflected is nothingness.

It can't be—

The Dead Bird's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of surprise.

- His abilities were fundamentally denied, by the little girl in front of him who didn't seem threatening.

Who the hell is she?

A person who does not exist in the eyes of death...... Does it really exist in this world?

All kinds of doubts gnawed at the soul like poisonous snakes, but they could not be answered—no, maybe not unanswered, but his instinctive reluctance to believe the answer that he had vaguely guessed in his heart.

Actually, there is-

The Demon Lord, one of the Three Princes who founded the Chaos Sect, is a great one who is above death and even death.

But...... How can it be?

How could there be an existence comparable to that adult?

Unable and unwilling to admit reality, the Death Bird's mind is constantly confused, in the abyss of self-denial...... He gradually lost himself.

At this time, the envoy demon that Alfred had divided had just flapped its wings and flown off.

And then...... Lost in the air.

Where is the enemy?

No...... Who are the enemies?

The red-eyed crow just spun in place.

Damn, shit, shit—

Glancing over his colleagues who were completely useless, the dark wizard's handsome face was completely distorted at this moment, and the dark lords, who had fought their way out of the encirclement and encirclement of the Glory several times, had clearly realized what an unfavorable situation they were in.

So, without even the slightest hesitation, the incarnation of authority was awakened again, and the whole person turned into a red-eyed black crow flying in the sky in the blink of an eye as if by magic, and then flapped its wings under a chaotic canopy of heaven and scattered in all directions.

As long as he escapes, he will be able to keep the chance of making a comeback!

Alive—

More than anything at any time.

However, the crows flying in the sky did not escape a single one, and the girl's thin hand, which may not even be able to hold a one-handed sword, only made a false grip action, and then as if going back in time, the scattered crows were pulled by some mysterious force and flew upside down, and in a noise and panic, they were mixed together again, and were forcefully twisted into a human form.

The "incarnation" of authority is broken!

- Collapse at the touch of a button.

This scene in front of him was completely beyond Alfred's cognition, and he knew for the first time that the authority held by the Dark Ministers would be so fragile in the face of stronger, more terrifying, and more intimate forces that were closer to the essence of the world.

So, he decided to start with his heart.

Follow your heart's choice under the horror of death.

"I surrender. ”

The ability to survive was cracked lightly, and the dark wizard's heart defense completely collapsed - the character of the strong?

What is that!?

The more he spread the plague, the more he spread death, the more he understood the preciousness of life.

- Isn't it so precious that something so fragile, so small, so humble, so fragile can be passed down through a long period of time?

However...... Tragedy stems from the shattering of beauty, and the wonder of life lies in the brilliance of its passing moment.

He thinks so.

And take it for granted to remove himself from this group of mortals, and be intoxicated with this beauty of incompleteness, this beauty of brokenness, and this beauty of sin.

But I like to admire the human beings struggling and hesitating in despair, slandering each other, hurting each other, and finally dyeing into black, but he does not expect that one day he will become one of those fragile, small, humble, and fragile lives, and he will not hesitate to abandon his dignity in front of the stronger, just to pray for the other party to open up.

"I'm sorry, it's enough to take this thing captive. The petite girl with black hair and black eyes didn't seem to be satisfied with this, just as humans don't forgive mosquitoes and flies flying by, and she confided chilling words in a relaxed and playful tone, "I hate you, so please—"

"It's better to die. ”

Before the latter sentence was spoken, Alfred had foreseen the outcome of this compromise.

Escape?

There is no escape and there is no escape from death.

Through the example that had just happened to him, the dark wizard was aware of this, and made a decision in an insignificant thousandth of a moment.

War!

The transition from cowardice to bravery took only a moment, and after realizing that he could not avoid his death by compromise, the native powerhouse of Hemtika did not retreat, and with a heart-rending roar, he broke out with the last bit of strength to cross the barriers of time and space to reach the girl who seemed to be as petite as an eleven or twelve-year-old child, and reached out to hold her head.

Twist, twist, twist –

The great terror between life and death made him completely transcend the shackles of his self, and easily channeled the power hidden in his body, allowing him to mercilessly twist the good-looking girl into a human head.

And yet, yet, she's laughing?

The strange scene made the well-informed dark ministers feel cold, and then subconsciously withdrew.

"It hurts a little. ”

In a crisp and melodious female voice, the little girl lifted herself up in an almost impossible way by holding her head with both hands, and then her twisted neck stretched out like a long-suppressed branch of a tree: "Sure enough...... Alfred, it's better for you to die. ”

She paused, staring at the figure that had blurred in the dim sky.

With a ghostly laugh, she raised her right hand and made an aiming gesture, and then a delicate women's pistol that did not resemble the style of the Steam Age was displayed in her hand.

Gently tap the trigger here.

The firing pin hits the bullet to the point where the collision of the two squeezes out sparks in the air -

The muzzle erupted flames.

Gunshots rang out, and the flower of death bloomed.

Alfred, the dark wizard, the creator of the Great Plague twenty years ago and the sworn enemy of the Descendants of Glory in Hemtika, died silently under an ordinary bullet.

No - perhaps the concept of bullets is not ordinary in the first place, at least not in this day and age.

In this era when steam is in the ascendant, in this dark millennium when civilization is regressing, in this historical process in which firearms and artillery are the highest achievements of gunpowder civilization, the delicate pistol that the girl has in her hand that is still faintly spitting smoke is undoubtedly a product that transcends history, transcends the times, and should not exist in this world.

But aside from that, this is just an ordinary pistol that can't be more ordinary.

What came out was just an ordinary bullet that could not be more ordinary.

Neither of them contained the slightest mystery, not to mention the incarnation of the Dark Wizard's near-immortal body, even an ordinary Glory Person could avoid it with a certain amount of psychological preparation.

But...... Nearly twenty years of nightmares in Hemtika died under this simple shot.

Simple and crisp, one hit kills.

There was not even the slightest room to struggle, and he just died, dead under the muzzle of a bullet tearing.

- Hearts in the middle.

It's not that you don't hide, it's that you have nowhere to hide, it's not that you don't dodge, it's that you can't dodge.

It's not that he doesn't activate the avatar, it's that he already activates the avatar.

But he still died.

Because, that's fate.

The petite girl with black hair and black eyes, who calls herself the witch Jiasu in front of Amy Ulysses, shoots not only bullets from the muzzle of her gun, but also a woven fate.

The fate of the name of death.

- Long before the bullet is discharged, long before the gun is fired, everything is predestined.

Even if the dark wizard Alfred is ten, hundred, or even a thousand times stronger, he is destined to have nothing to hide under this shot, and he can only usher in the coming death in despair.

Therefore, she is a witch.

The witch in charge of fate -

Witch Kasu.