Really, what a protective gesture of hot youth! For now, for the first time in a long time, he is seen as a susceptible protected person. What is even more unimaginable is that he actually felt a strange remembrance, an uncontrollable throbbing and sentimentality.

Although it was impossible to fully redress the sudden impact of the Cross Star in a short period of time, Lucifer could not help but feel happy. Just because the little knight in front of him is so wholehearted and full of such pure feelings.

He caressed Soloast's face and looked intently, truly reading the world that was about to unfold in the other person. In it, his own image stared back at him, like a little tear flowing back to his eyes from outside his body, touching "himself" from an impossible angle.

In a dizzy tone, he said to Solo Yastur: "Actually, with all the conditions, this is a good first stop. So, why not let me be a guide and visit the reconstructed execution grounds of the gods? ”

"Often, after you've crossed a level, you think you're never going back to the beginning. It always precedes the 'beginning', before the screen of time is pulled. ”

The soft and boneless feeling of sleepiness enveloped Leora, like falling into a large ocean of Pugong Ying waving in the wind. He vaguely felt that he was stopping at "here" and "there" at the same time, and in the same way, through the "this moment" and countless "pasts" that passed by at any time.

Nebulae and milky ways staggered past his shoulders and clothes; The veins of light rose and fell one after another in the void, piercing through his force field, and continued to move towards all directions of the endless.

Within the light cocoon of a certain exotic fold, he saw that the nascent primordial slurry was boiling hot and innocently foaming, about to give birth to an organic ecosystem; And in another sea of energy that is about to be feathered, he stares at the tired particles, their wordless decay, like faces full of worldly feelings.

"However, this is not always the case," a certain shadow and accompanying voice of the Nian Bo was in his ear, and at any moment he handed over a few riddle-like heavenly sounds.

"If we could dig out a royal blue blood from a crater in the moon and pull out a beautiful pink amber in the heart of the sun. If Thoughts can crawl down a bundle of severed hair, quietly crawl back to the aching skull, and open up all the synapses of brain cell neurons... ”

"Uncover it! It is my life, the invitations and gifts I incarnate, to you alone – just when you thought that the cloak of farewell had been put on, and that it would be irretrievably effective and spreading, I love. ”

The magnifying glass fragments of those memories were like scars from wounds, reproducing from the displaced bodies. Leora felt speechless about this state.

This is his choice, and now facing and facing him, he will inevitably take out those weathered igneous rock horns. How long ago was that? However, as soon as he remembered the name, it was like a soft and bony birthmark piercing the corners of his mouth, and he couldn't help but be clever.

- Hey, you're here, Leora. I've always been here, always always.

The moment the thought wave hit him, the excessive vigilance and expectation turned into a moment of relaxation. Instead, he laughed lazily.

- It's you! It's really you, Western Tatarna.

- No, I've always been there, living in the door you hid in your chest. But because of this, you can't see me, you can't feel me.

Leora felt an all-pervasive sense of amazement. He knew that it was the detached shell that he had worked hard to build over the years, and it was gradually cracking. His hands were intertwined, tired and excited, alternating between them in shifts. It was as if it were his only survival pod, and he didn't even know how to get into it.

- Don't be sad, my wild gods. After countless time and space, I am finally able to tell you that it is impossible to have love without pain and lack.

- Western Tatarna

He wanted to touch her, to materialize her, but he was dejected to find that it was precisely because he was already in her, long ago into her world of thoughts—so here, there would only be her own atmosphere, her 1 fluctuations, and he, who was soaked in her embrace, could not get rid of that dull loneliness. It is precisely because this field is omnipresent "she", however, there is no specific "she", an individualized "she". He wanted to say something more, but the words were just choked in his teeth.

- Remember? You have made a choice for yourself, a binary proposition about "coexistence" or "loneliness".

- You mean "that", an alliance that abandons oneself through merging...

He began to feel a spasm of the force field, like a slam on the stomach of his flesh, and he felt the remnants of nausea as he curled up.

- Yes, that's it.

In a tone of resignation, Sitarna roamed back and forth between the fields of force from which he had been struck.

How could he forget! Demioki was a superdimensional lifeform that made him lose almost everything. Since that time, the lessons he has learned are still vivid and will never be restored. If "integration" is the only form of love, how desperate and resolute he is, but he must refuse to ascend the only ladder of liberation! That encounter was his only innocent death.

- The Being (as His Highness the Demon King calls Demioki), He... He is not a single being like you or me, you know?

Seeing the direction of the conversation turn into a ball of plush balls with threads scattered all over the place, Leora was not without confusion. What's going on? Why did he and Western Tarna discuss such a topic at this very moment? Could it be—

He felt a burst of measles appear in his scalp, like a fleeting insect plague.

- What if you're trying to tell me that you're a part of Him now?

He couldn't control his powerless lips and teeth. To add insult to injury, he knew that under the slushful and broken question, some kind of foul malice barked, wanting to rush out of the gate that fenced his body and mind, wanting to simply and despicably admit: If you are a part of Him, then I would have preferred that you never existed!

It must have received the fury and dark shadow that permeated his whole body (isn't that?). After all, she had always inhabited him, and he was now within her realm. Sitarna's tone was clear, with a slight reproach. Her way of showing affection has always been stern and angular.