"Do you know what they say about you?" The girl in a dress as blue as the sky said in a cheerful tone, "You have the soul of A major, but you have all the temptations of minor." ”

"No, it's not A major, it's C major." Agnes heard the clear boy's voice, which still had a child's voice, calm, "Only a calm enough sea can highlight every natural wave." ”

Then everything in front of him was annihilated in gray and black, leaving behind a phantom that seemed to be a pure white seed, and a faint brilliance flashed on the surface.

"I understand this ritual," the boy's voice still has a childlike clarity in his voice, "everything that has been used for the ritual will be lost." ”

"What will we lose in this ritual?" The girl's figure looked much thinner, and her cheeks were unhealthily flushed with a pale undertone.

"Our memories, our lives, our strength, our desires, our existence......" The boy's voice was still calm, but there was a pause in the middle before continuing, "All we have." ”

"And what do we get?" The girl looked like a flame about to burn out, and her whole person looked crumbling, but there was a distorted and hideous pleading in her eyes.

"We can add our own colors to Him," the boy cried, "like a leap." ”

The girl's metaphor to the boy was slightly surprised, but then it turned into complete calm, "I don't think there's anything to hesitate, that's all we have ......"

Everything in front of him was annihilated in the gray-black again, and those gray-black faded like a tide, following the phantom of the pure white seed in front of him, and disappeared into the unknown place.

Agnes felt as if her body was tearing, but her soul seemed to sink in some unknown place with a sense of contentment, and the phantom of the pure white seed in front of her was also sinking little by little.

She saw a color that seemed pure white and as if it were only a complete dull darkness, and the phanteur of the pure white seed dissolved in that color until it disappeared completely.

"Maybe we succeeded, but maybe we also failed," said the exaggeratedly dressed and brightly dressed young man's body in the flames, which also disappeared little by little in the gray and black, and his eyes seemed to look somewhere through the heavy firelight, as if he were looking at the Countess in a room far away, and at Agnes who was watching him.

"No matter what, He will only choose what He wants to accept."

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Little by little, the blazing flames turned bright red, dyed with a dangerous color.

It's hard to say if the spilled liquids are blood or not, and perhaps they can only be called the last remnants of something that was once alive.

The almost whisper-like hum has an eerie distortion that sounds like a radio station with a bad signal, as if it conveys some hidden information, but it also seems to be just plain meaningless noise.

The chill around seemed to be getting heavier, and Moribai spread everywhere he could climb.

"Do you feel ......" Anderson leaned to the side, rolling several times in quick succession to dodge the whistling attack, "he seems to have gotten stupid......"

"I did begin to ...... completely instinctually"

Adwina said this, but she didn't look at Anderson at all, her eyes reflected the appearance of Sbasnereki, the light blue eyes looked extremely pure, as if the morning sun was born from them, large burns appeared from the shriveled skin of the torso, it looked like charcoal, and Adewina's face turned pale at the same time.

Not far away, Okfa also spat out the words of the ancient Hermetian language almost at the same time:

"Abundance!"

Okfa's face turned almost pale as he threw the spell in his hand, and at the foot of Sbadeneraki, the seeds left there at some point grew wildly, piercing the limbs of the shriveled man, overlapping and holding him in place.

"Beautiful!" Anderson's eyes lit up, and flames erupted all over his body, finally condensing a blazing white flame spear from his hand.

The blazing white light and shadow hit the charred burns with precision, and fine cracks emerged from where the tips were concentrated. Then, the charred black peels off in patches, revealing the hollow underneath.

In the hollow, viscous but indescribable colors flowed down the shriveled and withered pipes, and where they began, they swelled and shrank like gourds, emitting a rancid smell that seemed to pierce the soul.

The blazing flames still had the strength to penetrate the swollen melon-like shrinkage, and then extinguished after leaving a cauterized cavity in the shriveled and flabby cavity wall behind it.

The viscous but indescribable colors flowed even faster after a moment's emptiness, and everything that Sbašnereki still had seemed to be quickly consumed, whether it was shriveled and loose skin or bones like rotting wood.

The swelling never stopped, and even looked even more swollen after the sticky color flowed, and the rancid smell that pierced the soul was almost dizzying, and the humming sound grew louder and louder, and it sounded like a shrill scream, or some kind of inhuman roar.

"What is this?" The flame on Anderson's body had never been extinguished, and it was even more vigorous at this moment.

"Something that was forcibly cobbled together...... Stuff ......"

The sound carried the white frost, and the snowflakes falling in the air adhered to the melon-like retraction and contraction, completely freezing the flowing viscous color.

In the eyes of all, the indescribable sticky colors completely disintegrated and faded after stagnation, leaving only the color of the morning light.

"In the final season, they will return to everything they originally expected."

The white frost completely faded in the next moment, and Agnes looked away at the flowers with signs of decay that had completely disappeared from her vision.

"So......" Anderson's blazing flaming spear poked at something that was the color of the morning light, looking like a heart and a melon, "this is ...... Extraordinary properties of Sbasneserky precipitation? That's a ......."

The flame on his body in his hand was extinguished, and he let out a "tsk" in his mouth, with a mocking meaning in his tone and expression, but he looked away.

"Wake up, our 'living corpse' expert?" Anderson looked left and right, and finally moved his gaze to Agnes, who still carried the aura of Senhan on her body, "Problem solved?" ”

"Settled," Agnes looked at Anderson and raised an eyebrow.

"But for those who are still alive, maybe it's a bigger problem."