A boy in an orphanage, an old, broken orphanage. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It is said that it is an orphanage, but today it seems that it is not possible to describe it in such a word.

Because of the building, it was demolished.

The boy stared blankly at his five-year-old or ten-year-old home, which was destroyed by a group of outsiders.

He didn't know how long he had actually been here, as he had been in the orphanage for as long as he could remember.

He wanted to keep his memories and a place to live in the future, but it wasn't realistic.

The final image that was imprinted on the little boy's eyes was that of his grandfather, who he once considered kind and kind, and his son, who was not very kind to him, was happily holding a piece of paper with a metallic sheen on it, and the words "two thousand" seemed to be written on it.

Two thousand? What was that? Did he sell the orphanage?

The little boy is not ignorant, he knows at least some of the knowledge that must be used in real life, including buying and selling, including life circles, and so on.

He's ten years old, but he's learned a lot of things that he shouldn't be exposed to now.

Without waiting for him to think about it, the other party's expression full of disgust looked at him, and tried to let him go with the gesture of chasing away the wild dogs, and the mocking voice could not help but give the little boy a shocking education.

"Go, your home is gone, get out of here wherever you want!

He was overwhelmed by this until he was moved away by a group of adults who were stronger than himself.

He knew he had to live on his own.

Five years is the best moment for a teenager to grow up, but the boy is in various places that people call harmful.

Constantly serving for people's malice.

Gambling, drinking, and even murder, he saw all these evil deeds, but he was silent.

Even though the boy had some of his power, he remained silent.

Until that moment, the boy met her.

"Poor boy, how can you be in this bad place?"

"I don't feel sorry, no one is born to be pitiful. ”

To the surprise of the other party, he originally thought that he should not respond to him, but it could be detected from the young man's almost dead eyes.

Of course, beyond this almost death-like look, there is a smile full of professionalism, as if it is deliberately trying to please everyone.

"You...... What's your name?"

"I don't have a name, people call me a card issuer. The boy shook his head.

Actually, he didn't want to talk to this lady either, but because the other party insisted on asking for it, from his usual ability to judge the situation, he knew that this lady was by no means an ordinary person.

If you can't provoke it, don't provoke it, as for relying on her to give yourself salvation? The boy didn't even think about it.

I've seen too much, I've hated too much, and I've hated it to the point of numbness.

But at this time, what was given to the boy was the embrace full of strange emotions, it should be said that such emotions had long disappeared before he felt so strange and weird.

"You're just calling Luca, will you come with me?" Luca?"

Luca?

The lady's smile was very attractive, not only because of her slender and beautiful figure, but also because of the words that touched the numb teenager.

It's not that he didn't encounter lies, deception, and betrayal, but this time the boy wanted to be good and believe her.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here. ”

In a word, it changed the rest of his life as a teenager named Luka.

Now, however, he is full of endless negative emotions, not only because of hatred for all those who cannot be spared, but also because of hatred for his own incompetence.

I can be branded for you, but why can't you live longer because of me!

Answer me!!!

Silently screaming, suddenly waking up, it should be said that all these changes in mood are just for the sake of.

Unleash its own hate-filled realm...

At this time, the blade of the sword was constantly colliding with the strange weapon of the other party.

Wall was holding a weapon that resembled a stick, but a closer look revealed that there were tiny thorns on it, but it was not as intimidating as a mace.

But the strange thing is that these small spikes, which look like they should be sharp, actually dodge the sharp blades directly and slipperily when they attack the blade.

It resembles the supple hair of a living creature, but the erect appearance makes it clear that it is not a living thing.

What the hell is this? When attacking, there is indeed a sense of collision of weapons, but only in the last closest contact, the strange slippery is impossible to ignore.

Just burn it!

Anger, rage, emotional fire, but it is Luka, who has anger as its origin in transcendent life, and can give full substance to its abstract concept.

Using the rules of flames and matching his hatred of everything, a black flame full of malice was born.

Flames instantly attached to the sword, and the original crimson sword became darker.

It's good, the familiar feeling is back again, how long has it been?

He was talking to himself, but the expression on his face was enough for Guramo and Wall to notice that something was wrong.

It seems that the opponent in front of him has suddenly changed his personality.

The hatred seems to have been hidden, but the current opponent feels more like it.

Progressed!

That's right, and it's not about becoming a supernatural destiny, which is an absolutely impossible phenomenon for a Luka who used a loophole in the rules to become extraordinary.

But the problem is that now he is more restrained than just now, and it makes them feel more dangerous.

It seems that he should gradually become familiar with the rhythm of the battle between the transcendents.

The two are kind of heart-to-heart connected, so both of them know what the other is thinking, and such thoughts happen to appear in their hearts.

It's really troublesome, and you have to pay a price, otherwise it is impossible to defeat him.

No, no, no, I personally think it's good to drag on for time, otherwise what if someone is still staring at us?

There were differences of opinion between the two sides, but no one listened to each other.

They act separately!

I saw that Guramo's arm grew again, and Wall, who had been fighting against Luca, actually began to change his stance to defense, and did not seem to plan to take the initiative to attack.

The attacker, replaced by Gulamo, the other party's severed hands have grown and even extended in one breath, and the front end should have been in the shape of a finger actually turned into a large number of spikes and tried to kill the other party.

"Don't you plan to go together yet? ”

Luca saw this, but his tone was not too expressive, just said such things indifferently.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm good at defending, and now this state is respectful to you. ”

In the face of such a question, Wall responded to him with a smile.

But he got a response.

"Excuse. ”

Slash quickly, and the black flame in his hand instantly bombards the opponent along with the slash.

Oh no! He's able to attack souls!

The rules contained in the flame itself, which are the flames of emotion, can not only burn the body, but also burn the soul.

Wall wouldn't care if his body was destroyed, but the problem was that the soul was very important to him.

The soul felt the oppression, and in an instant, the hair on the long stick in Wall's hand exploded like a bomb.

Yes, it exploded, but after the explosion, it produced countless powerful forces.

This... This... This is?!

I couldn't understand it, because Luca realized that he had been bombarded with the same move, but he was quite dazed.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous, it's up to you now, after I use this trick, the other party should be wary, at least hit him hard. ”

"Hahaha! Got it! Wait a minute, you can rest. ”

The playful words between the two sides made Luka, who was beaten to the sky, know the main reason for Wall's defensive posture just now.

Damn! Definitely a rally trick!

There is no special means in the sky, and his body is in an extremely restricted state during this period.

And Guramo is in this state to attack the opponent, countless spikes like blooming flowers directly pounced on the opponent, Luca saw the crisis in front of him, but he could only raise his sword to resist a little.

Brush Brush Brush!

Dozens of spikes pierced his body, and when he pulled it out, he was already wounded.

You can even feel the special items that Guramo has reserved in his body.

Body...... Weak.

Falling down from a height of ten meters would not have caused substantial damage to this almost transcendent Luka, but the problem was that it was under the condition that his vindictive energy could be used.

Feeling that the fighting qi in his body seemed to be slowing down due to the toxin germination just now, he knew that once he fell to the ground, he would inevitably be harmed.

This damage would have been negligible to him in normal times, but now that he had used extraordinary means and burned his soul, his body had been pierced by Gulamo just now.

Perhaps such a body, when it reaches the ground, will probably be as irreparable as a destroyed toy.

This was Luka's last thought before consciousness dissipated.

Touch!!!

There was a loud noise, but he didn't seem to feel the sharp pain in his body.

How...... Finish?

Trying to open his eyes and look at the current state of the war, he found that he seemed to be caught by someone.

A pair of powerful arms may be slightly inferior to the explosive state of oneself in terms of strength, but this power is by no means something that ordinary mortals can have, strong but gentle holding his body that is on the verge of breakage.

Isn't it extraordinary? Thank you...

Consciousness dissipated, and only the masked figure could be faintly seen.

Perhaps, she is not the only one who gives salvation.

(To be continued.) ）