The rubble pressing on Rotus's body suddenly moved, and the slightest change in his smile would have alerted Uma, but he didn't have enough magic to use it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He just raised his hand and symbolically gathered a piece of ice crystal. There was a faint glint in Rotes' eyes again, even though it was only the last struggle for it, and if you wanted to define it that way, everyone who appeared in front of it could use the struggle to define Lotus's condition at this time.

But it didn't want to make a final counterattack, it didn't make sense. It squirmed slightly, its large, strange green eyes fixed on Uma. "Am I evil...... Uma startled Uma with a sudden sound, and he smashed the gathered ice crystals into Rotus' eyes. "Are you still thinking of attacking me, the battle is already over......" Lotus just let the ice crystals smash into his eyes, and he didn't have the strength to resist anymore.

"What the hell are you trying to say, Lotus?" Uma braced herself on the ground with her hands, trying to get herself to her feet, and now she really didn't look like a victor, a victor against the apostles.

"Am I evil in your eyes after all?" Lotus asked, a hint of resentment in his tone.

"Who knows......" was a question that Uma couldn't answer, and he didn't think Lotus was simply evil or good all along.

"Am I still dying here as prophesied? haha, that's ridiculous......

"What prophecy?" Uma raised his voice, though the pain from his wound was severe, but he didn't care.

Bleeding eyes swept over everyone present, and Rotes' gaze stayed on Maffeo's body for a second, but only for a second. The human who had recovered from the rampage was no longer worth its interest, and the other party was just standing in place, not caring at all about Finn, who was asking him how he was doing.

"You can't make an answer, magician. Lotus scoffed.

"Whatever you want, Lotus. Anyway, now, you're dying. So, please die and stop pestering us......" Uma whispered.

"But you are only puppets who fulfill the prophecies in the book of prophecy and obey the orders of others...... In my opinion...... You who are stupid are evil. ”

"If you don't want to tell me exactly what the prophecy is, why do you tell us about the existence of the prophecy?" asked Uma gasped.

"Stupid guys...... The moment Shylock died in torture, he told you what was to come. But you ...... Still moving towards perdition step by step...... Hopelessly human ......" Lotus did not answer positively, in fact, even if it wanted to, it would not have been able to achieve it. Its voice eventually became very faint, and after the last sentence, the glow that had regained in its eyes faded again, and it died.

"May you rest in peace......" Uma muttered.

Maffeo finally reacted, and he took a step forward, but only took half a step before falling headlong to the ground. Finn hurriedly stepped forward to try to pick up Maffeo, only to find that the guy had passed out from exhaustion. At the moment, he really didn't know how to describe the trip, everything seemed so bad, from the beginning.

A red candle detached from Lotus's corpse, as if controlled by magic, and flew into Uma's arms. The latter caught Uma with a puzzled expression, and then in the next moment, he felt the apostolic aura contained in the candle. This is Rotes' memory candle and the last thing it left to the world.

In the name of revenge, it might be said that these are the best words to describe this battle, both for Ophelia and for the people of the West Coast. But Urma and Mirna were remembered by Uma and Mirna before he died, whether it was one side of the story, or was it indeed framed in some way?

The cloud-shrouded West Coast ushered in a ray of sunshine, as if to bid farewell to the death of Lotus, and at the same time bring new hope to those living in the shadow of the apostle. Yes, most of the people want the apostles to disappear from this world, because it will only bring calamities to people, endless calamities.

The sun shone on Carl's cowboy hat as he roamed the streets seemingly aimlessly, but he didn't know what to do because he was too worried to do it, and he raised his head slightly and looked at the sky. Swept his gaze over the huge silhouette in the air, where there were fellows he knew, as well as strange and mysterious creatures he didn't know. He had a hunch that it all seemed to be over.

He arrived at the opposite side of Alice's hut with a sense of apprehension, he didn't care on the surface, smoking a cigarette, but in fact he had been watching Alice's reaction out of the corner of his eye. She was the one on the West Coast who knew the Apostles best, so he wanted to verify whether his guess was correct through Alice's reaction at this time.

Alice was still playing with Marilet in her hand as always, and the violin never left her hand. At this time, she showed a smile, a smile that contained a little smugness. But the smug faded from the smile so quickly that Carl didn't notice the subtle change. In his opinion, Alice simply let out a smile from the heart.

"Tell me, Marylet......" she murmured, then plucked the strings vigorously. The long sound of the piano echoes across the streets, making some passers-by stop and listen, and it's always magical. "Really...... I got ......."

Carl tossed the cigarette butt at his feet and stomped it out. He wasn't interested in what Alice had said, but he knew that the previous battle with Lotus was finally over. He couldn't wait to walk quickly to the port, he wanted the first thing everyone saw when they returned from the Sky Veil Behemoth was his familiar face.

Marcus laboriously helped Finn carry the unconscious Maffeo to the Warhammer Magadha, as if he were carrying goods. If only the Berserkers in their rampage were really just ordinary goods, at least then they wouldn't aimlessly attack all life in their sight. Marcos had guessed what was happening, but he wasn't as agitated as Maffeo's first rampage, he was calmer now than before.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" asked Finn after moving Maffeo into the cabin.

"In this matter, as long as he can help himself. There's only so much we can do, you know, it's not the first time. Luckily, I wasn't there when he went on a rampage. Marcos laughed to himself.

"I think you know what he's going to do if he continues like this. ”

"Yes, I know. But what can we change? He is destined to spend his entire life with Kazan, and fate is not something we can choose. ”

"But......" Finn was about to say something, but Marcos interrupted him first. "Alright, Finn. Now that you're the warrior who got rid of the Apostle Lotus, even if people are prejudiced against the Ghost Hand, at least Miss Ophelia will see you and the other three guys as heroes, and enjoy the rest of the day......" Marcos remained expressionless as he spoke.