A ring of fire spread from afar in the sky, and everywhere it went, the black fog of unknown distance and height dissipated like snow melted under the spread of the ring of fire. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The not-so-brilliant starry sky flickered, as if containing countless secrets, hanging high above the endless sky, casting his gaze on this area that had dissipated the black fog.

Then the starry sky, which had not been visible for a long time, was obscured by dark clouds, and scattered raindrops fell, which soon turned into a downpour.

How many ants who were still alive and not dead in this accident saw a scene they had never seen in their lives.

But the price is too high.

Listening to the long-lost sound of the falling rain, Lynch, who had no intention of emotion, stood as straight as he could with his sword, and the falling rain soaked him thoroughly, and the hair on his head was also stuck to his forehead, and the strings of water that flowed from it even made him have to squint.

Weak, he could barely straighten up from the heavy rain.

"I'll kill you!"

The white-haired young man standing across from him was holding his head with one hand, and the expression on his face was hideous with pain—crack-like furrows spread irregularly across his head, faintly emitting a faint blue light.

The gloomy man standing next to him didn't seem to be in trouble, but he was a little sluggish.

A trace of electric light flashed intermittently on the sword that Lynch was holding, accompanied by a sizzling sound, which made him look like he was still a little deterrent.

"Calm down, friend, kill me and you'll have nothing. ”

The hoarse, low, almost muffled voice of the rain undoubtedly revealed Lynch's weakness, and the white-haired young man, enduring the pain of his head almost exploding, looked at the figure that was still standing on the other side.

Seems to be taller than him.

"All I need is your body, child," he replied, gesturing Moore to come closer, "As for whether you die or not, it doesn't really matter. The previous rhetoric was just a lie. That being said, he didn't really want Lynch to try to kill himself, which might have unpredictable consequences for his ritual talents.

"Oh, so you're just a liar. ”

Lynch replied with his mouth open, gently smelling the smell of rain that he hadn't seen for a long time, although the heavy rain did not do his body any good, and even made his situation worse, he still liked the feeling of being wet in the rain.

Moore's eyes were almost turning into a pair of light bulbs in this situation, and he was speechless, expressionless, and in the pouring rain, his footsteps were clear and pleasant in the rain, and he slowly approached Lynch.

The sense of crisis in Lynch's heart almost all came from the gloomy man in front of him.

Moore walked straight, his eyes staring straight ahead, as if looking through Lynch, looking at something older and longer than he was, his mouth was full of words, and a long blade like a torture knife appeared in his hand.

"Ahem......" The white-haired young man laughed intermittently, the boss with a cracked mouth, making a mess of his face, which already looked like he couldn't bear to look at because of the cracks, and as he spoke, he withdrew the hand covering his face, revealing a large hole in his face, in which thin black lines surged, as if trying to fill this terrible gap.

It's really a villain.

Thinking so, Lynch watched Moore, who was already walking in front of him, stop, and after confirming that he didn't seem to have any power to resist, he stretched out his hand towards Lynch.

The electric light covering Lynch's body hit his hand hard when his hand reached out, and Moore, who was in pain for a while, let out a muffled snort, but did not flinch, but directly grabbed his big hand to Lynch's face in Lynch's low laughter, and then lifted him high.

It's time to be executed.

The sword that left Lynch's hands was still deep in the ground, and it didn't disappear.

The other two didn't notice the sword, and the white hair was excitedly looking forward to the moment when Moore would execute Lynch, while Moore frowned and looked at the long crack in Lynch's chest.

"It's so much rain, but it's so lonely that only the sound of rain is there. ”

Lynch, who was grabbed by Moore's head, suddenly spoke.

"Do you know what's missing?"

Moore began to recite the pre-execution incantation, maintaining a high degree of unity between his body and the inexplicable rhythm, and had no time to answer Lynch's question, he was tall and held the young man's body high, but suddenly felt something bad in his heart.

"What's what?" asked Whitehair, because of Lynch, he didn't even have time to care about any changes in his surroundings, whether it was those terrible monsters before, or the dissipation of the black fog, or the current downpour, he had only one goal at that time.

But now that he thinks he has the chance to win, he can put some thought into his surroundings.

"Is this called 'rain'? I can't remember if anyone had ever heard about it. Although he was soaked in the rain, he still reached out to feel the raindrops falling from the sky: "What do you think is missing?"

In fact, as long as he devoured this guy, he could know anything, but he thought it was good to chat like this, and with the headache and the gradual fading of the marks on his body, although he didn't know why, his mood still became much better.

Lynch felt very uncomfortable because he had been covered by a pair of large hands beforehand, and being brought up so savagely, but his good mood also made him try his best to answer the question of the white-haired youth.

"Lightning and thunder. ”

I don't know if I can chop you to death, but it should be more than enough to kill you.

This is the last means of resistance for Lynch, who has almost completely lost the ability to escape, in the hopeless situation of escape, in the expectation that he will be directly crushed to death by the huge monster, he was killed by the lightning that he invited, and then died with the enemy It seems that it should be the best ending. At least it's much better than being someone else's puppet.

And he won't necessarily die.

"W-" The white-haired young man didn't even have time to speak, and out of some instinct, he just raised his head blankly, staring at the sky with his ugly face full of gaps.

The gloomy man, who had been reciting some kind of prayer quickly, closed his mouth, and his regretful and sad eyes didn't even have time to look at the sword that Lynch had stuck in the ground.

It still glows with a charming glimmer, and with the delicate carvings on the sword, it is like a delicate work of art, not a murder weapon.

Lynch thought calmly in his heart, feeling the great sense of crisis that came from above the sky as soon as his words fell, and the intense white light that could be felt through the sight of the gloomy man's big hand.

His whole body sank suddenly, and he only felt that in an instant, his body was like a fragile rag doll that had been run over by a truck.

Before losing consciousness, he seemed to hear a rumbling sound and the smell of something burning.

It's actually a good taste, at least not from me.

Lynch, who was thinking like this, finally fell into boundless darkness.