The endgame of the "City of Hearts" is to be expected. As the puppets were wiped out by the hungry children, the identity tags contained in the dolls were taken out one by one, and the rest of the people naturally had no reason to stay here. The walls have been torn down, and the time to leave has come. Apparently not all of the mechanics of the "City of Hearts" were triggered, but it was clearly in full view of its creator, but he was not surprised, and it would be strange if people's hearts could be opened to the point where all barriers were removed.

The current "City of Hearts" is empty, completely free from the original crowding, and has become deserted, or more so a complete and dead silence that is about to fall apart. When all the living people come out of this space, this subspace will automatically collapse. What is strange is that it seems that this city seems to be empty, and the half-truth space does not melt and dissolve, but quietly stabilizes in place.

Marshall walked out of the guest room where she was resting, and she was carefully wiping the magic sword in her hand with a white handkerchief: "Finally...... It's time for us to be alone, the designer of this space...... If you're listening. ”

No one responded. Marshall's words flew into the lifeless square, spun around and flew back again. She listened to her echo and actually smiled. The [Golden Rose] in her hand suddenly burst out with a superb golden light, and no one could have imagined that in this small thin sword, it would be able to burst out with energy that could tear this subspace apart. Marshall slowly raised his right hand and swiped it from top to bottom, and the space around her was like a curtain that had been ripped off brutally, crumbling and annihilating, revealing the bottom of the dark and dirty space.

"I just can't understand why there are so many conspiracies, so many tricks, so many betrayals in the world...... "One sword, one sword, another sword, Marshall's tone seemed to be as sonorous and powerful as the scraping of the magic sword and space, "I don't even want to talk, are you disrespecting me...... Or do you still not know and don't care about all this? ”

The fragile space is like a muddy water, and Marshall's magic sword is the long stick that muddies this water: "I admit that I am just doing this to my own deprecation, but I still want to believe, not to suspect...... 'City of the Heart', as the name suggests, is indeed the city that represents the heart, and I probably know why Haru looked at me like this in the first place......"

Marshall was strong, vulnerable, and lonely. She was just a child, but her childhood was full of hatred and parting, and she often wondered if she would have been happier if she had been an ordinary child. She kept guessing, she kept expecting, and in response to her was silence, only silence. In the life of the knight's academy, this loneliness finally dissipated somewhat, and she got along well with the girls, but she always knew that this rapport did not last, or even only superficially harmonious.

To use an inappropriate analogy, Marshall is like a fawn caught in a trap, easily frightened. Life in the "City of Hearts" has left her physically and mentally exhausted, and in the past few days, her bad mood has finally reached a critical point. Because of this, she chose to vent her negative emotions in this barren land, she did not expect anyone to respond to her, and this kind of conversation was just talking to herself. In a way, she is miserable and equally happy, because she has always had enough time to look at herself and save herself.

What Marshall didn't expect was that all this would have a response. This fig leaf of illusion and reality was torn off, and the space fell completely black, as if everything had been cut off by a sharp blade, and it was lost from the present.

Marshall exclaimed in disbelief: "This is the day!" ”

Endless gray-green slime was seeping out of this space, flying towards the center of this space, and Marshall hurriedly stepped on the petals of the magic sword, dodging the slime that came in one after another, skimming off the slime that was handed over to the front. She rolled over in the air, horrified to find a figure rising from the pile-up of slime!

Marshall remembers very clearly that he and Zibelin went to the bottom of the auditorium that night to "explore", and the girl they found was surrounded by the same slime! Sure enough, this figure was also the girl she had seen earlier! In other words, all these thousand were done by her alone!

[Marshall, beware!] This slime steals all the magic around it, so try to avoid direct contact with it! 】

Marshall immediately assumed a fighting stance, carefully dodging the green slime flying everywhere: "I see...... What the hell is this guy made of...... How do I see a girl? ”

[The barrier between her soul and body is unclear, and you can see her as a semi-demonic person. Don't stick me in her easily, and if you encounter, shoot her with that gun in your arms! 】

"Tsk......" Marshall took out the [Pure White Redemption], and before she was sure whether she knew if it was a human life form hostile to her, she didn't want to shoot, she didn't care about her previous grievances, and tried to communicate with the girl, "Are you Alice at that time?" ”

Alice opened her eyes and slowly pulled her two skinny arms from the slime, and before she could wait for a moment, the flesh on the arms was easily removed from the bones, and the texture of the muscles turned into specks of magical light, which quickly dissolved in the green slime. Alice's body was quickly sliced into a skeleton, and only the muscles and skin of her face were relatively intact.

"It looks disgusting." For the first time, Marshall couldn't help but say something like this, "It's the first time I've seen all the internal organs of a person." Alice's entrails were still beating vividly in the sea of slime, most prominently the beating pink heart in her chest. With each throbbing of the heart, a large amount of pink magic seeped out from its surroundings, making the already filthy slime even more filthy.

"Can you speak?" Marshall clenched his grip and swallowed, "Hello?" ”

Alice looked up in confusion, as if she were seeing Marshall for the first time, and she opened her mouth, grunting out of what she had said, and several indistinct pink runes popped out of her mouth to the surface of the slime. The moment the pink runes surfaced from the water, Marshall finally heard what Alice said:

"Who am I?"

As soon as these words were finished, the slime around Alice immediately split into several tentacles, which seemed to be self-aware spears, centered on Marshall, and rushed straight towards her!

Marshall was caught off guard and stepped on the flowers, dodging several tentacles in a row, only to feel the strong wind breaking through the air beside her. She quickly pulled the bolt of the magic gun, and the pure white light burst into flames, and the green slime touched the pure magic bullet, and the stinking white smoke snorted upward. Dense holy light descended from the void, and a rich holy aura poured on the white smoke, and the fishy white smoke was also purified.

"It seems that there is still no way to avoid this battle......" Marshall reluctantly gripped the magic gun, "I didn't expect this gun to be so powerful." ”

It was Marshall who insisted on finding the maker of this space, and now he had to bite the bullet. She didn't expect that the person who created this hypocritical puppet paradise was also a dilapidated puppet.