What it would be like to use a sword in an invincible state. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Some people will say that the wind is galloping, and some people will say that there is thunder. Some people will say that the white rainbow runs through the sun, and some people will say that it is like a streamer flying by. But for Hiko, none of this was his feelings. He has only one feeling, and that is to be as comfortable as a glimpse of light.

It's almost smoother than cutting butter with a hot knife, like cutting through running water, like cutting through air. The broken blade didn't feel any resistance at all at this time, but in an instant, the broken sword had already slashed through the pile of flesh in its entirety. And this, immediately, made the monster tremble, and I don't know which organ it used to make a skin-numbing scream.

Its body trembled, and its flesh began to bulge irregularly, bursting with viscous blood with every patch of stitched and glued. This seems to mean that it has suffered some fatal injury. And looking at this, Yan immediately exploded in an instant, and the knife in his hand landed on the body of this piece of flesh and slashed out four swords again.

The blade made a terrible whistling sound as it slashed, as if it had slashed not only flesh, but air as well. With such power, there is no point in struggling with this pile of meat. It had been neatly chopped into pieces, and both the flesh and blood that had been forcibly gathered and the arcane circuits inside had been completely reduced to pieces. There is no longer any possibility of recalcitrant resistance.

It shattered to pieces, and even said that because of the complete consumption of some energy, many of the flesh and blood that had split from its body began to dissolve to varying degrees. This means that it is almost impossible for anything to happen again. In fact, watching those arcane rune circuits begin to lose their luster and stick to the ground like dead tendons of an animal, Hiko knew that it was all over.

It's all over. Hiko, who was a little empty in his heart, couldn't help but clench the hilt of the sword in his hand, and then he could only suddenly release this power. He didn't have the pleasure of revenge, on the contrary, all he had in his heart now was an indescribable emptiness and sadness.

A friend died in front of herself, and she died for herself. And all he can do for her is revenge. Was that really enough? Hiko wasn't sure, or rather, he couldn't think that way at all.

The answer should not be enough. But what could he do without this? Hiko, whose sense of loss grew stronger, couldn't help but let go of his hand, letting the broken sword that had brought him his final victory fall to the snow. And when he released the hilt of his sword, the emptiness in his body also surged over like a tide, and even the strength to stand completely disappeared.

He fell to the ground and buried himself deep in the muddy snow. Then he almost loses his ability to perceive the outside world.

In front of me, the sun slanted on the eyelids, a piercing white, and in my ears was the echo of an irritating beep. The passage of time also became blurry at this moment, as if a long time had passed and as if it had only passed for a moment. Hiko lay there until a shadow enveloped him completely.

This sudden change made Hiko can't help but open his eyelids with the little strength he had just developed, and what greeted him was a muddy, rather embarrassed-looking dome.

At this time, Dome had a tense face, and stood in front of Hiko with a stiff expression that could no longer be hard, while staring at him with a sharp sword-like eyes. She seemed to want to say something to Hiko, but she was just concerned about Hiko's current state. And the moment she saw Hiko open her eyes, her scruples disappeared immediately. So, Hiko, at once, heard her somewhat urgent, stern questioning.

"What is the power you just defeated that monster, that power like qi?"

It seemed that she knew that Hiko would use some prevaricating language to perfunctory her, so she immediately added it after saying that.

"It's not the power of the Light, I can feel it, it's something so different?

"You want to know?" Glancing at her faintly, Hiko closed his eyelids again before replying nonchalantly. "It's a form of boxing that allows you to make your will and body strong by exercising, which inspires something similar to qi. What, do you want to learn again?"

This word is particularly harsh at this time. It's not just that Qiong had a history of wanting to learn about the Holy Light from Hiko's hands. It is even more because in this current situation, she actually raised such a question.

It can be any time, but at this time, it is the time when this Corori sacrificed for them, and even the bones are not cold. This made Yan couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and even couldn't help but want to open his mouth to mock the girl in front of him who was both familiar and strange to him.

However, it was as if the dome had not noticed this change in Hiko's attitude. She still questioned him in that cold tone.

"Why? Why didn't you use this ability before? You have to wait until she's dead before you can use that power, what are you trying to hide?"

"Why?" Hearing such a question, Hiko's face was stunned, and his heart immediately put away the prejudice against her before. Although this kind of questioning can be very unpleasant, compared to the annoying greed, this kind of angry and targeted words obviously make Hiko feel much better. At the very least, he knew what the Dome was really thinking now.

She wasn't trying to seek the power of Hiko's Hokutoshi Fist, but simply because he didn't show that power in the first place, which caused Kolori to be angry and resentful of what they had sacrificed.

The nature of the two is completely different. And it was precisely because of this different nature that the anger in Hiko's heart quietly extinguished, and then turned into a rich bitterness that was almost impossible to dissolve.

"It's not that I didn't want to use this skill earlier, it's that I couldn't use it before. ”

He began to explain, whether the Dome believed it or not, and gave a complete account of his situation.

"I didn't start practicing this technique until I came back from Spider-Man. I didn't know the essentials before, so there was no way to form a concrete combat force at all. And after that, it was also because of Kolori's affair that it gave me too much shock. It allowed me to open up the potential in my body to get to this point. If I could, I wouldn't want to watch this happen to Kolori...... If you want to complain about something, just complain about me. ”

Although he was telling the truth, he didn't expect such words to be forgiven by the Dome. Because no matter what he says, it is impossible to change a reality. It wasn't a happy ending, but a disappointing and painful ending. In such an ending, even he himself was a little unable to forgive himself, how could he expect the dome to forgive him?

However, to his surprise, the dome seemed to forgive him. Because at this time, although the dome still had that cold expression, it had already stretched out a hand to him.

This action made Hiko feel a little stunned. Before he could figure out what Dome meant, Dome was already speaking to him with some impatience.

"What are you doing there? Hurry up, there are some things that you have to do with your own hands. ”

Looking at the hand that was close at hand, it was as slender as before, but it was not white. It was covered with dirty marks, and even trembled slightly. This seems to mean that the Dome has done something. But what did she do? Hiko didn't know. So he could only pull this hand and stand up with the strength of her hand. Then take a closer look with your own eyes.

And soon, he saw something.

It was a somewhat rudimentary grave. A small bag of earth was built out of thick earth, and around the bag was neatly cut stones and wood.

This is the custom of the Nord people. People in the bitter cold land will not think of any beautiful burial, and use gold and jewelry to commemorate their glorious life. They will only build their last dwelling in this world with the most common things. So a lot of times, you don't know from a small grave bag what kind of existence is buried in it. Is it a hero, or an obscure farmer.

The only person who can know this is usually the one who erected the tomb. It's like now, witnessing the last moments of Kolori's life, the only ones who fought fearlessly and heroically were Yan and Qiong.

Is she a hero? To them, Kolori is undoubtedly a hero. But it's just a dead hero. And if she could, Hikoko would have preferred that she would still be alive and still be able to sit at the same table with that flattering smile and share a hearty meal.

However, this is already an impossible thing. That lovely girl, now sleeping forever in this little grave, could no longer do what Hiko wanted. And all of this is through their own fault.

If it weren't for the fact that he and Dome happened to meet this girl, if it wasn't for the kingdom people that he had provoked, if he had been more powerful. If, if!

Self-blame Jean Hiko faced Kolori's tomb and couldn't help but bow his head deeply. But at this time, Dome walked up to him and said this to him.

"Raise your head, are you going to use this expression to send her off the last leg of her journey in this world?"

"She's a warrior, she's a hero. Heroes don't need tears of sympathy, lift your head and look at her carefully to let her know that she didn't save the wrong person. Let her know that there will be people in this world who will always remember her exploits and always cherish her battles. That's enough! Raise your head and send her off one last ride in the manner of a warrior!"