If there is still a vision of the beauty of life, it will not come.

If you still believe that the light can save you and bring yourself out of the darkness, it will not come.

If you were calm enough to see through all the sorrow and pain in this river of time, and stop clinging to human feelings, it will not come.

But if you have given up hope of salvation, and you no longer cherish yourself, it will surely come when you stand in front of the void that leads to the edge of another world.

It gives all things the equal result, whether it be sorrow, happiness, hatred, it is the same before it, and it will be the destination of all.

In different worlds, it has different names and appearances, but the essence it can represent is the same.

And the name it is most called by is death. People try to forget, try to escape, try to get rid of the greatest calamity.

The deeper he plunged into the darkness, the more obvious the gold in Ulysses' eyes became, and the feelings that had bordered on rage unconsciously became more terrifying, feelings that transcended simple anger.

The pain of the body, the pain of the heart, the sorrow and despair, blur as you go deeper into the darkness. On the other hand, the feeling of "death" is becoming clearer and clearer.

"Kill Lara!" was a very simple idea, but it ended up leading to the most terrifying thing.

The dark erosion that had formed a substance began to flow backwards, and the spreading tide of dark crystals stopped. Because Ulysses ordered them all to come back, all to his own hands, to condense into the power of "death".

The power that made the world begin to darken all shrank back, but it still couldn't fill Ulysses's body and heart, as if there was a large invisible hole hidden in his body, swallowing all the darkness into it.

The more darkness was consumed, the closer Ulysses got to the source of death. This power, which is the least used of all forces, is growing by leaps and bounds.

Feeling the breath of death is only the most basic stage of comprehending this power. Beyond that, there are deeper, more mysterious stages.

Lara saw the things with her own eyes, the things that were drawn to the blackness that wrapped around Ulysses. They were the soul fragments of the dead who had died tragically around them for countless years, most of them mutilated, and only a few of the recently deceased remained intact.

This is something that ordinary humans can never see, but under the attraction of the darkness around Ulysses, all these souls who died because of resentment came to his side, and then were swallowed by the magic sword in his hand.

As a warrior who has crossed countless battlefields and ended countless lives with his own hands, Lara has seen such a tragic soul more than once. They turned into monsters out of resentment and despair, and lingered on the edge of the battlefield for a long time.

In a place like Lin Guo, a holy land of ancient magic and magic, a forbidden land was even directly created, and a terrifying demon spirit with eternal immortality was born in it.

But in Ulysses's eyes, she saw the more terrible part. It wasn't simple hatred or despair, but it had reached a higher level of darkness that even she felt terrible.

The eyes that looked at her seemed to have lost touch with the world, connected to some kind of great will. When he looked at her, his eyes were as empty as if his colleagues were not caring about him, and whether it was sad or distorted, it had nothing to do with him.

In those golden pupils, she saw an eternal dark void, infinitely deep, infinitely dark, like an end that could never be reached.

And in the eyes of Ulysses, who had already entered "over there", the structure of this world was ridiculously fragile, as if he only needed to stretch out his hand and gently swipe, and the world around it would be cut open by him.

And he, just like that.

With a flick of the fingers, a black line locked onto Lala's figure, and then extended in an irregular fashion.

Due to the carelessness of the attack, Lara had time to move around at the last minute and dodge the line, only to see the sword in her right hand and the wing behind her shoulder pierced.

Lara didn't feel how much attack the line was, as if it didn't exist, just someone had scribbled in the air.

Even if you swing your sword and slash it, there is no real touch, and the line is even lighter than air. Lara could feel the weight of a speck of dust through her sword, but she couldn't sense whether the line was there or not.

Ulysses also found the line light, light, so easy that it just stretched out and ran through the hill five kilometers away. Everything around, the trees, the rocks, Lala's sword, the wings, could not do anything to hinder the line.

Not in a state of uncontrolled or near death, in fact Ulysses was awake all along. So the direction of the line is completely under his control.

It is not a simple straight line, but it separates when it extends about halfway, and finally forms a standard cross. Starting from where Ulysses stood, the cross is vividly engraved on the earth.

"Yuria, look!" Ulysses swung his sword in a low whisper.

Then, the whole earth was cut apart.

As long as it is the area engraved by the black line, whether it is a river, a beach, a rock, a tree, even a treasure projected by Lala, it is all smooth and separated at this moment.

It's like a skilled painter who uses the most standard tools to draw lines on a map of this seaside forest, and then cuts the lines with a paper cutter.

It was not a curse or a trap prepared in advance, Ulysses simply used the simplest and most direct way to engrave the word "death" on the land in the most equal way.

In the face of "death", whether it is a beach, a river, a tree, a rock, or a treasure projected by Lala, the status is all the same, so their results are exactly the same.

"It's time for this to end. Giving up hope of salvation, giving up the little happiness he had hoped for, Ulysses smiled at Lala. Just as many, many years ago, when he was still looking forward to her heroic fighting posture and had hazy feelings for her.

Then, he pulled out the mask, the black and white intertwined, conjuring up strange runes and a mask with cracked teeth.

Abandoning all hope and moving away from the light, Ulysses chose to put on this mask, which means "death".

It has different names in different worlds, but there is one name that is called more. And when Ulysses puts on the mask that represents it, he becomes it.

Death, here.

(To be continued)