It's like a dye vat of change, where expressions of various colors are constantly surging and finally blending together. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAnger and sorrow, laughter and pain, cowardice and despair...... If all the colors that make up the world are poured into a container. What color would it be? Pure black, light or sin, the end of everything.

The expression on Kerl's face never stopped changing from the moment he became furious on the battlefield without warning. Like a robot that has been played badly, various expressions appear irregularly back and forth on the pale face of the young man in a very short period of time. Sometimes angry, sometimes laughing, sometimes even several opposite expressions appear together, contradictions and differences make everyone who sees it sick to their stomachs. Even the still attractive face was repeatedly distorted and destroyed by Kerr himself in an instant, and the ominous mixed with it made this perverted picture indescribably hideous and terrifying......

It seems like a long time, and it seems like I'm just casually staying for a while.

In the pile of camouflaged corpses, one can still hear the energetic roar of the ogres outside, and the unique collective friction of the bones of the necrons still reverberates on the battlefield. But none of this matters to those who are preoccupied right now. ――It was so strange that the atmosphere of the two people on the side who didn't even dare to breathe seemed to have finally eased. As if suddenly feeling a little tired, the chilling expression on Kerr's face finally calmed down.

Or rather, the color of profanity has finally been dyed black......

In a world where there is no bright enough light source, the slightest change in light in a dim environment is enough to attract attention. Not to mention the current situation,...... The young man's face, which suddenly became calm and serene, jumped as if it were about to burn suddenly, and flashed with flames of unknown meaning. The expression on Kerr's face became calmer and calmer, and the fire in his eyes grew stronger. They really resemble two torches, as if they are burning a part of the "man" that the cowardly teenager has given up.

Is he really strong. Maybe it is, maybe it's not, maybe it's really just a false shell. Now, he was tired and didn't want to deceive himself with the past he was carrying on his shoulders. In that case, let him set a fire and burn everything that dragged him down! He didn't want to be like the weak who had been eliminated, and he didn't want to be more ...... like his former companions I don't want to, like my parents who died in front of me. So easily, tragically fell on the road to survival and could not get up again.

He's still the same kid who only knows how to cry. It's still useless except to escape.

...... I just want to go down,...... Go down. Don't be one of the bones, don't ...... , like parents, can easily fall forever in an unknown place without even leaving their existence. Suddenly Kerr, who was sometimes excited, sometimes groggy, suddenly wanted to recall the faces of his parents, but found that all memories had become blurred. All that remained was the remnants of their bones.

Hates to bleed...... , hate to get hurt...... and hate loneliness...... , hates dark ......; I hate myself with a mask...... , I hate myself immersed in cowardice...... , hate to deceive yourself and your own .......

These self-reproaches hidden in the corners of his heart by the strong Kerr seem to be excavated by invisible demons one by one, and become weaker and fader with the sudden and inevitable venting of emotions.

It's like after bursting out all the feelings experienced in a lifetime, that unbearable emptiness suddenly swept over the sudden and unsuspecting teenager. Behind this emptiness, it seems that something has disappeared, and it seems that something is going to be conceived. A different kind of sickly smile slowly appeared on Kerr's face, which was slightly stiffened by the drastic changes in his expression, which caused the musculature to be contusion.

The dark-haired teenager gently licked his somewhat chapped lips and he ...... A little hungry.

"Boss, you're awake at last. As if relieved at last, Clio hurriedly lifted Kerr to pour in a few tubes of the inferior tranquilizer he had with him.

"No need. The frail-looking boy waved his hand casually, but it nearly swept Clio's entire body away. Kerr seemed to suddenly realize something, and then shook his head in embarrassment.

"I'm just, a little hungry...... That's it. ”

"Hungry?"

Clio looked at Kerr in disbelief. This is the first time he has seen a capable righteous man who can foam at the mouth, have facial cramps, roll his eyes and have skyrocketing strength without eating for half a day. The big man's big rough hands were like touching a fragile object, and he gently touched Kerr's head, and Leto who was standing next to him rolled his eyes.

"Yes, I'm hungry. Surprisingly, Kerr, who had always been tough, did not object, and shook his head a few times in obedience. The long black horn floated as the boy shook slightly, and it floated up as if it were alive. With the smile on his face, there is something indescribably naïve.

"Ahem!" Leto, who was standing on the sidelines, finally couldn't look at it anymore. With her hair down, she let out a small cough, but the sound reverberated back and forth in the armor on her head, and finally it was like a bell, making Leto unspeakably embarrassed and ridiculous.

Clio smiled, and stretched out his other free hand to touch his daughter's head. But he was glared back by the cold eyes under the armor. It seems that the knot between their father and daughter will take a long time to untie.

"It's time for us to go. Cleo, why do you still have a slap print on your face?" Obviously, the young man's observation of the atmosphere was still so sluggish, but his originally numb eyes unexpectedly regained their agility and vitality, as if everything that had just happened was a bubble phantom floating away with the wind. Kerr pushed away the pile of bones around him with his hand, revealing the outside world. What happened in a moment even made people deliberately forget that there was still a battlefield of life and death outside.

“...... Boss, you'd better look outside. The next moment, Clio regained his magic. Immediately, a small giant surrounded by flames clashed with an ogre who heard the movement and rushed over.

The entire battlefield can no longer be described as ...... that is not optimistic. Nearly a thousand undead have not yet been broken into piles of bones, and only 13 of the more than 20 fighters left behind can still stand up, and even Bol, who has always been unfavorable, has become the main force to contain them. On the other hand, the morale of the ogres on the other side was high, and only two ordinary ogre warriors were accidentally injured by the rush up. There is also a brute warrior who is still holding on to Igusi because he has been hit with a critical hit effect. Looking at the crazy momentum, it is difficult to say whether it can be regarded as a wounded or not. Defeat is decided

But Kerr was happy, because the place seemed to be full of good food.