A black bolt of lightning shuttled across the battlefield at a speed barely visible to the naked eye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoA pair of flaming purple eyes drew two purple light tracks across the gray wilderness, swirling back and forth around the entire chaotic battlefield. In the corner of the soul parallel to the world, countless floating and struggling demons and broken souls are pulled and bound by invisible forces, and gradually converge to Kerr's side in the shape of a whirlpool for him to "complete" his "soul". At the boy's erect neck, a faint crow-shaped mark also became hotter and hotter as these torrents expanded.

Ingredients that are constantly floating around all the time,...... The wrath of ogres, the struggle of humanity, and the resentment of the necromancy are like a rich free meal, waiting for the arrival of the boy who has been transformed by the laws of the world after the "blasphemy".

Happiness....... Yes, if it really exists, it must be this fascinating feeling.

Black, desperate, struggling, fearful, angry, and sad all became the food for Kerr at this time, such as. White paper will be dirty with black ink, so will such a paranoid soul be stained with muddy colors by this complicated and ugly fragment?

However, there is no time or experience to think about it now......

The one-eyed brute warrior who had been chasing an enemy who had a common hatred suddenly wailed and ran back like crazy. No matter what Igusi was chasing after him, he did everything imaginable that could anger him, but he couldn't get him to look back and look at him.

The strongest of this ogre army, a ten-meter-tall behemoth, brought his innate advantages to the extreme. The tremendous kinetic energy and inertia of the running violently smashed through several lizard-type necrons who tried to intercept him, and it was still accelerating...... , still accelerating. It's like a moving mountain, whether it's a comrade of the same clan or an enemy in his way, he regards it as an obstacle to his way. The tall one-eyed ogre whipped everything that stood in his way, rushing to the center of the chaotic battlefield with unparalleled speed.

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Kerr was a little full....... Gluttonous feasting is good, but eating too much still affects digestion somewhat. The teenager who kept wandering on the battlefield looked at this delicious "cake" with some reluctance. The desire of the body told him that he was full, but ,...... He still wants to eat. But what little sanity he had left in his other self was constantly preventing him from "eating" further.

Finally, the reason for survival prevailed over the desire to shout. Kerr looked extremely simple, so simple that his eyes without a trace of impurities finally showed a trace of restraint.

In that case, it's time to go. Presumably, the survivors of the vault and the teachers have already left. The boy pondered silently, and an invisible wind and waves whistled and slapped around Kerr, and the boy floating in mid-air rose for another distance before slowly stopping. Directly below him, small cracks cracked in the weathered, dry earth, and a small transparent skull emerged from it and rested on Kerr's shoulder.

It's time, it's time to retreat. Grave looked around the chaos in front of him again for a final moment of remembrance. At this time, it seemed that something suddenly attracted the attention of the teenager. Grave froze suddenly, and then, again, irrepressibly revealing a smile that was so pure that it possessed only one emotion. He wants to plunder.

The Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, who was at the same frequency as the young man's mind, suddenly said in a loud voice, "This is a bit too dangerous, and I don't recommend you to do it after calculating your humble success index." ”

"So, I could make it!"

Everything is so pure, including the action, including the purpose, including the smile...... , all for the sake of an emotion. The former boy, in the eyes of Leto, hidden in the light and shadow, ...... without warning Gone. The next moment, Kerr picked up the double sickle in his hand without hesitation, and under the huge storm pushed forward, he sacrificed to the huge rookie in the center of the battlefield, and left the dust.

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In the dim world, the sky seemed to be darker than before. A pack of sparsely furred hungry wolves are biting at each other for priority over the carcasses on the ground. In a world where survival is so difficult, no stupid wolf would be so naïve as these greedy companions to leave themselves with some leftovers. In the vicinity, there are also a few relatively weak jackals jumping around. They were waiting, waiting for the other jackals that smelled blood to come over so that they could have more leverage to join the feast.

But now there are far fewer eagles flying in the black sky. However, they are not because of mercy in their hearts. A considerable number of these greedy thieves rode the winds of heaven to the other direction. Follow those seemingly fragile prey and want to have a big in another place.

A few unruly fireballs scared away a few flocks of eagles that tried to swoop down, but they soon followed the fleeing people not far from the sky. Doing this is almost Caesar's limit. Although he took a domineering name, the conformist Caesar has never had a relationship with the "king". An intermediate mage in his forties, he had the privilege of witnessing the transformation of the world from a sunlit world to one of the survivors of the dark years. Other than these, there really isn't any personal resume that I can get my hands on. But it is such an ordinary auxiliary combat force, but now it has become the mainstay of the current team of only 100 people.

The road out of the shelter was harder than everyone thought. The reason for the famine, which had been regular, became dangerous due to the great migration of species in St. Peter's steppe. Steppe wolves, jackals, disturbed native predators,...... Predators, both strong and weak, are now beginning to become ubiquitous.

But none of this is fatal......

The most important thing for now is that the vague goal ahead has caused people to panic for a long time. Those who have left the shelter don't even know where they're going and where their hope is.

A significant number of people chose to kill themselves after the fall of the Vault. Just like the attack of the hungry wolves just now, dozens of elderly people who are desperate for life or women who have little resistance to the chaotic demons have chosen the so-called "self-sacrifice" and become one of the chaotic demons that have permeated this dark past year.

There is no way. Yes, there is not the slightest way. Only to watch them die, if it is really true, Caesar even has some small happiness in private. After all, carrying drags on the run is tantamount to chronic suicide.

Having fled to a distance where the ogres could not catch up with them, the meandering rays of demonic rays and the escape of energy would make all trails a natural trap for the stalker to go astray.

They are safe, but they are extremely insecure.

At the front of the group, the frail old mage leaned on Rolls' left shoulder to guide the way. The dim halo of yellow and green on the wasteland contrasted with the main black color of the world, reflecting the deep tiredness hidden under the old face, and at the same time making the Rouse around him seem to be old.

Here, only the old mage knew the way to his destination, but Caesar was really afraid that before he reached the new group of ruins described by the old mage, the weakened Proteus became part of the many bones on the earth. Because, he is too old, and the old soul fire seems to be sparse and will be extinguished forever in the cloudy eye sockets at any time. But as a mentor in his life, Caesar had to give the old mage the respect he deserved. ...... For example, don't try to get the full location of your destination.

In fact, it's hard to say whether there is such a destination or not. Let's leave a little hope for everyone. Caesar was so helpless that he looked at the seemingly endless journey of darkness...... ，

He...... They, really, just want to live.