PS1: Ah, it seems that all writers have encountered this kind of thing, the emotions that the heart wants to express, the story that the heart wants to tell, can not be perfectly presented through words, even this chapter, it should be said that it is still not perfect, I still have a long way to go. But in any case, I am still satisfied, because this chapter writes the story I want to tell in my heart, from the beginning, I want to give Minos, the psychotic villain, a different light and ending, I want to write Makoto's pure heart under the cold appearance, and then I think about it several times in the middle, I am excited about the plot that emerges in my heart, and I will hammer it into shape, and I look forward to letting everyone see it and smile heartily...... That's what I've always wanted to do. Haha, it's too much, I'm a top student, the update is complete, everyone use it slowly.

PS2: How about a good number of tickets lately, how about support?

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Retreat is the best plan.

A qiē proceeded according to the established plan.

I held the artificial angel in my arms, and the enclave swept downward.

The ranged weapons struck under the correction of the fire control system, blocking the cloud hand's movements.

I glanced at Minos above the square as I flew down.

This idiot...... Finally going to die.

Even if you try your best, you can't do it.

The roaring winged man was forced to advance and retreat by the huge coercion around the rules, and fine blood beads oozed out of his body, and even the white wings became blood red, he lay on the ground weakly, let out an angry roar, looking at the stone tablet a few steps away, the bloodstained hand only needed to stretch forward a little bit, he could complete his long-term wish, but he had exhausted all his strength, and he could no longer take a step forward, and his eyes full of angry flames gradually became dim, and the soul fire was crumbling.

Not to mention that those artificial angels had already been known by that person, raising their weapons towards the old master.

The shield let out an overwhelmed cry and was about to be scrapped completely.

In any case, this birdman died on the way to realize his dream, and he died a well-deserved death, and other things have nothing to do with me, A has already started, and I escaped with the remnants of Sinapus's strength, even if the promise is fulfilled.

As for helping? How could it be? I don't have any obligation to help, and the effort is not proportional to the benefit.

A mad dog that is not friendly to humans, even if there was an agreement, I fulfilled my promise strictly according to the matters of the transaction, and there was no need to meddle at all. I have taken great risks to keep the agreement between Nimf, the Harpy Twins, and Minos, and no one can accuse me of regrouping after retreating, and if I do it rashly, I will not only gain nothing, but may even anger the terrible enemy.

So this kind of boring thing...... This kind of boring thing......

The brilliance and hot wind set off by the explosion rolled wantonly, the terrifying strong man waved the power that plucked the strings of the world, most of the attacks of the fortress of the Scientist were blocked by the artificial angels who rebelled, and the square where the stone monument was located was crumbling by the pressure of the great one, and even slowly shrinking, and the roar in the ears became a string.

But there was a faint voice that stubbornly burrowed into the ears, this voice was so weak that even the breeze could blow it away, but it stubbornly maintained its frequency, weak and strong, sad and tragic, and the matter had come to an end, but the figure not far from the slate was still crawling slowly, and in front of the big hand, it was as small as an ant.

But even as an ant, he was still crawling.

Even if he would be easily crushed, he was still making his own voice.

Even if the beliefs were false, the emotions were absurd, the reasons were evasive, and even the persistence of more than a thousand years was just a lie of self-escape, but he still slowly moved forward, stretching out his bloodstained fingers towards the slate.

As long as it is touched, the ant is no longer an ant.

Because ants do not rebel against their fate, because ants do not know how to dominate cruel fate.

In the end, what he fought for, for the sake of his dead lover, or for the whole race, or for the unwillingness in his heart, these are no longer important, the important thing is that the empty lord of Sinapus regained the dignity of the king when he was dying.

What a show...... I can't help but ......

I looked at the glasses in my hand, and for some reason, my hand suddenly took them off uncontrollably.

-- Space, boundary division.

The frequency of the world is slowly adjusting.

I don't know why, the summoning order was issued, and even the body betrayed the brain, could it be that someone was mentally controlled? Even the brain was running high, the soul was roaring and cheering, longing for a hearty battle, was it worth saving a neurotic who had been stupid from beginning to end for more than a thousand years? Before he had time to calculate the gains and losses, the body involuntarily gave orders, and even his plain and calm tone did not exist......

-- Time, axle wheel separation.

Words that never seem to come out of my mouth, for some reason, don't feel disobedient at all.

- Energy, the gears of infinity activated.

And waving arms, as if pouring out something.

-- Matter, elementary particle generation.

Something is burning in my heart.

-- Expand, start.

Breaking through the stagnant air with the highest degree, I stopped in front of the artificial angels, behind whom a mournful being was completing the last cry of its lingering life.

How could I let you pass?

Put your hands together, as if opening a portal, forcefully, and spread outward.

A brilliant curtain of light, with the push of my hands, roared behind me for thousands of miles, slowly unfolding.

My voice echoed across the sky, becoming the sole will of the Heart of the Swarm.

"Go to war! Attack the swarms! Cover that stupid birdman with all your might, don't let anyone go up!"

The roar of the insect swarm in unison turned into an invincible spiritual force, breaking through the raging clouds, countless wings joined together, and the sound of flapping the air turned into a terrifying explosion, surging like a sea tide, and the terrifying insect swarm covered the sky and the sun, pouring down from the portal of the "world" like a blood wave hanging from the nine heavens.

"I" doesn't seem to be "me" anymore.

It is a matter of course to give up the most efficient plan, to block a strong person who has no grudges, to help a malevolent and annoying neurotic from beginning to end, to do these thankless things as a matter of course......

It's like...... This is the real "me".

Swinging his arms like a puppeteer, reinforcing portals and deflecting the laws of the world......

-- Summoning the coming of the "world".

I laughed fearlessly, and once again did something stupid that was contrary to rational judgment.

A cold whisper came out of his mouth.

"Come on. ”

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