A soft sound rang out from behind Mathers.

He froze in place, looking down in astonishment.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the wound at the mouth of the heart, blood slowly flowed out of it.

But what was even more terrifying was not the flesh and blood wounds, but the bullet that shot into the body from behind.

Numbered spell bombs.

Sequence ST-173.

The Astronomical Society has carefully crafted convenient weapons for high-threat targets, each of which pursues the ultimate lethality and power at any cost, and does not hesitate to increase the cost by ten or a hundred times, and the power must be increased by an insignificant point.

Now, the poisoned bullet shattered in his chest, causing the skin of his wound to quickly turn pale and dehydrate, turning into a handful of snowflake ashes that fell in a torrent.

Even if he hadn't been killed, he still had a terrible hole in his chest.

The change in the ritual was interrupted.

Even because of this sudden attack, undeserved weaknesses were revealed......

When he slowly turned around, he saw two figures struggling out of the mire in the black mud surging behind him.

The first to emerge was a tireless figure like steel, revealing a metalized body as the nightmare mud slipped off.

Beneath the trail of rust, the silver glitters.

Just like the indomitable tin soldier in a fairy tale.

Through the long nightmare, he carried his companion's arm and walked out of the erosion of the rotten dream and returned to this world.

Completed his last mission

And beside him, there was a figure that could be called emaciated.

Black mud slipped slowly from her hair and suit, revealing a pale face and the heavy respirator she wore on her face.

He did not fall asleep in a nightmare, nor did he hide in defense, but chose to be awake to meet the arrival of the nightmare, and use his reason to resist the erosion of despair and pain.

Behind the goggles, her eyes were still calm, without any breakdown or madness.

It's as if the person who was corrupted by the nightmare was an unknown cat and dog, and he had nothing to do with his own penny.

Just calmly aiming, he raised his arm smoothly, using all the strength he had saved for it, and pulled the trigger without a hint of trembling.

At the most critical time, greetings from the Astronomical Society were sent.

As the rust-strewn pistol fell from her fingertips, she lifted her hand, removed her obstructive breathing apparatus, and waved goodbye to Mathers.

Hope that we can never see each other again.

At that moment, the sound of the roar of a huge cannon soared into the sky.

The frenzied thunder converged into a beam and gushed out from it, like a thunder spear thrown by a god from the clouds.

Brutally shattered the obstacles in front of him, chiseled deep rifts in those criss-crossing double helix pillars, and regardless of the layers of wear and turn, he threw a straight forward.

In the end, in the blockade of the double helix secret instrument, a shallow trace was chiseled.

Just a line.

But it has completely broken the blockade of the Golden Dawn and once again connected the Stellar with the outside world.

In an instant, rainbow light fell from the sky and roared.

Suppose that the rainbow bridge in the current situation threw a ray of power towards this, and instantly threw itself into the inner side of the stars, and then countless rays of light rose into the sky, and under the traction of the rainbow bridge, roared away.

At this moment, all the passengers, staff, members of the Astronomical Society, and even the dream of a bubble formed by the deepest part of the Rotten Dream disappeared into the Star Star under the teleportation of the Rainbow Bridge.

When countless figures appeared from the huge teleportation platform on the border of Kyoto, the staff at the scene and in the command room couldn't help but shout excitedly.

Even in the central decision-making room of the Control Bureau, many people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The hostage rescue was successfully completed.

Then you can attack without any scruples.

The slight fly in the ointment was that it was only later when the personnel of the dispatch department checked the list and quantity that they noticed something wrong in the report of the Kyoto extension.

Throwing out the six unlucky ghosts who were already confirmed to be shipwrecked, as well as the four hundred and two passengers who disembarked early, and the members of the Good Night Club, all the people on the Star should have already appeared here.

"But why is there one missing?"

The clerk frowned blankly, staring at the only name on the empty list of forsaken personnel.

Inspector of the Astronomical Society in Xinhai.

“...... Huai Shi?"

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Five minutes ago, when Jupiter's thunder erupted, the Book of Steel slowly closed.

"Get ready. ”

Beelzebub looked up and said, "It's time for us to go." ”

"Huh?" Huai Shi was stunned: "Is it so fast?"

"After all, it's an astronomical society, no matter how unreasonable it is now, the basic volume is there. ”

Beelzebub told him, "It won't be long before the Rainbow Bridge connects here and takes us away." After that, the matter here is nothing more to do with you and me...... Anyway, how is your house? It should be huge, right?"

"It's big, isn't it?"

Huai Shi thought for a moment, scratched her head, and sparks flew: "There is also a small courtyard, what's wrong?"

"Are there bookshelves? I'm afraid it's going to be hard to keep it that way when I leave here. ”

Beelzebub sighed regretfully: "I don't seem to like reading very much, just go back and get a shelf, just put me on when you don't need it." CAN YOU HELP ME CONNECT TO WIFI AGAIN. ”

"Don't worry, border broadband, 5,000 megabits, everything is in seconds!"

Huai Shi asked, "Are there any other treatment requirements?"

Beelzebub thought for a moment and shook his head calmly.

"But is it really okay to leave like this?" Huai Shi asked again, "Is it really just like that?"

Beelzebub was amused: "Do I still have to settle down in the dream of rot?"

"It's not entirely right to say it's a dream of rot, right?"

Huai Shi shook his head and looked at him intently: "Before the stars were eroded by rotten dreams, who did the dreams here belong to, Beelzebub?"

“......”

Beelzebub did not answer.

"It's Orton's dream, isn't it?"

Huai Shi sighed softly: "What you have been trying your best to maintain, isn't it the last thing he left in this world?"

Otherwise, you can walk away, and after being given life, even if you don't have long legs, you won't be trapped in the power compartment for so many years, right?"

Beelzebub was silent for a long time, and replied calmly: "As the central control system of Orisis, I must follow the orders of the user. ”

"But what about Beelzebub?"

Huai Shi looked at him directly: "After you have yourself, you are no longer a tool, are you? A tool doesn't give itself a name, Beelzebub." Tools will not be sad and tearful for others, to provoke the golden dawn -

Is Orton's order to make you feel sorry for him, or is he going to leave you alone on the Acons, just to keep up with a remnant of your dream?"

In silence, he spread his palm, called out the projection of the Book of Destiny, showed it to the blonde youth in front of him, and asked in a solemn voice:

"Answer me, Beelzebub, what was Eudon's last order?"

Beelzebub closed her eyes and sighed weakly.

Once again, he remembered the dying contractor who was still smiling at himself, with the blood on his face, but it seemed to be full of sunshine.

Reach out and press it on the cover.

I used my last strength to untie it.

When it opened its eyes for the first time ignorantly and faced the world, what it saw was that unrepentant and embarrassed smile.

"I'm sorry, it must have been cruel to you, right?"

Orton looked at the fluorescent light on the cover and whispered, "After I die, there will be no more orders to bind you, Lord of the Flies, will you feel angry or relieved?"

Gently hugging his last companion, he whispered, "If you are confused, first follow your own wishes and give yourself a new name...... Then, go make new friends and go on adventures with them. ”

It's like being able to see the future like that.

The man named Orton smiled wistfully and gave the final order.

"From now on, you will live freely......"

From the moment of birth, Beelzebub did not weep.

But when Orton closed his eyes, it began to resent—resentful of himself, why he couldn't shed tears.

From that day to this day, it has been repenting of its birth all the time.

If he hadn't entrusted the last of his strength to it, no, if he had taken away the power he had been accumulating, Orton would have been able to hold on, right?

Perhaps, there is a 1 in 10,000 chance of ushering in a rescue.

For the first time in his life, and for the last time, Lord of the Flies disobeyed the orders of the contractor.

It remained in Orton's last dream, and did not start a new life of its own, as the contractor had hoped.

Instead, he exerted all his strength to maintain the existence of all this.

Hoping that one day the signals for help scattered in the abyss can be received, and his companions from the ideal country can arrive, he will send Orton's last dream back to heaven, and then raise his head to introduce himself to everyone as a noble and faithful friend, and tell those people that even in the end, his noble ideals and conduct have not wavered.

Go and tell the latecomers all about him, called the legend of Orton.

But for a long time, no one came.

Heaven has forsaken them.

It is the only one that survives here, preserving the last traces of him for Orton.

Day after day, year after year.

Wait quietly.

Until one day, a teenager from afar embarks on a fateful journey.

It opened its eyes from its slumber with joy...... At the same time, begin to fear the impending parting.

"Now, answer me, Beelzebub. ”

Huai Shi asked softly, "Is it really good to leave like this?"

Beelzebub was eager to tell him that it was fine, and that it didn't matter where it was as a tool. But in fact he knew, it wasn't good, not fucking good at all!

He didn't want to go.

He didn't want to abandon all his past memories here, and watched his most precious treasures dissipate into the dust.

Just thinking about it, he felt like he was about to burst into tears.

If he could express the sadness of parting with tears, then he might feel less guilty when he left, and he could shamelessly forget about Orton and start a new life.

But is it really good to go like this, Beelzebub?

"I'm sorry, Huaishi, I don't want to go......"

He choked up, lowered his head, and prayed in embarrassment: "Please, help me...... Even if it doesn't make sense, at least let me do it for Auton at the end...... ...... for him"

"Okay. ”

Huai Shi nodded: "I'll help you, Beelzebub." ”

Didn't wait for him to finish.

The dragon of the end raised his claws and gently rested them on his hair, telling him:

"—because you're my friend. ”