"Are your eyes alright?"

Roland lifted the forehead hair of the two ceremonies, stroked her forehead, which was also a little hot in the snowy winter, and with the root words as a foreshadowing, he was mentally prepared for many things.

Therefore, he didn't plan to ask questions everywhere, but followed the atmosphere between the two and did what he should do.

The Eye of Death is a terrible Eye, and although it is cut along the flaw itself, the end result of the severed thread is the concept of the end itself.

Not material destruction, but the erasure of existence.

There must be a time when everything will come to an end and be destroyed.

And the time of this end is already determined at the moment of the birth of things, which is the so-called death period. Where there is a beginning, there must be an end; Therefore, it can be reduced to nothingness.

Therefore, as long as it is cut to the dead line, regardless of its own strength or nature, it will directly enter the end of its record.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people, even if they have such eyes, will interfere with the death of living beings at most, and the concept of ethereal will be much more painful.

But the two rituals are different, because of their special origins, her conceptual understanding is very good, and even the message of a fixed future can be killed, so the girl often forces herself.

And to observe Roland, who has no concept of death, it is inevitable that it will be a little overloaded.

The two rituals shook their heads slightly, but did not respond.

But as if he was afraid that Roland would be worried, he explained.

"I've had this experience in the future, so it's good to take a break and take a break."

Originally, she had thought countless times about what she was going to do when she woke up or came back.

Revenge on the guy behind the scenes, to kill the same kind of people wandering in his own territory, but all such thoughts dissipated in the warm embrace in front of him.

"So, are you going to come home with me next?"

Looking at the appearance of the two ceremonies, Roland spoke softly again.

Just when he thought that the two ceremonies would continue to refuse, after all, the two Yi family should be nearby, and it was more important to go and meet the family first, but the two ceremonies nodded quickly, as if they couldn't wait.

So, Roland took the eldest lady in a gorgeous costume and passed the news to Sakuramitsu's real name through the wall of the heart, and embarked on the journey home on a snowy day when it was impossible to meet.

——

What the hell are you fighting against?

Araya Zonglian's eyes narrowed.

At this moment, he had been cornered at the end of the street, just one step away from the exit.

In the face of the chainsaw that struck again, Araya Zonglian's face remained unchanged, and his hands were crossed, in a posture like a character in a fighting game defensive, so that the golden enchantment was layered on top of each other.

The first layer of enchantment quickly broke in front of the rotating chainsaw, but the next few layers rose up like a wheel, without any gaps, no longer by quality, but by quantity.

But even if he barely parried it, under that trajectory, Araya Zonglian retreated again.

The girl's slender arms contained an unbelievably terrifying power, and the other party had absolutely nothing to do with humans, but it was not like those monsters he had ever seen.

"Don't be afraid."

Faced with the almost empty slash, Araya Zonglian didn't make any moves, and pronounced the name of the enchantment in a voice that seemed to have withered.

The huge pressure suddenly filled the trajectory of Sakuramitsu's real name actions, making her feel like she was stuck in a quagmire, but it was only a moment, and the purple trajectory smashed on the body of Araya Zongren again, but this was enough for the monk who was a master of the enchantment.

"King Kong, Femme Fatale ——!"

Three overlapping golden rings slowly unfold and combine, and the patterns between them merge freely, tightly separating the concepts of the inside and the outside.

Successfully launched the enchantment, in the previous battles, this was enough to ensure victory, at the very least, the capital to get out of the Araya Zonglian also had it, but in front of this woman, you must not have such a naïve idea.

"As a tortoise shell, it's really competent, but that's about it."

Sakuramitsu jumped back slightly, not surprised that the weapons were spaced, but quickly filled up with a continuous onslaught.

The bright aura gradually flew up from her head, expanding, and after spreading out in the shape of a ring like the barrier of the Araya Zonglian, it rushed directly towards the barrier and embedded it in it.

Then, the violent impact directly began to use the surface and sides of the barrier as a carrier, as if it had been damaged by an earthquake, and began to spread wildly!

It is conceivable that once you are hit by this kind of thing, what will happen, I am afraid that even the residue of flesh and blood will not be left, and the bones will be lost after a cloud of blood mist explodes directly in mid-air.

But what shocked Huang Ya Zonglian even more than this was the posture as holy as an angel.

The ring on the head is one of the descriptions of angels that have evolved into modern Christianity.

That feeling of being one is definitely not something that can be disguised by magic.

Just when Araya Zonglian wanted to change the posture of the barrier and gain stronger defense by shrinking, the dense cloth of holy relics followed, clinging to the barrier like a vine.

When these holy relics cloth covered them, even the Huangye Zonglian, who had absolute control over them, lost this right at this moment, and could only fix this state, just like the corpse wrapped in the holy relics cloth in the legend.

"Among human beings, you are also very special, your soul is almost conceptualized, with this body, so human beings are always looking for their own death, isn't it good to obediently welcome salvation?"

Until now, Sakuramitsu has not even taken a breath of air, and even has time to chat with the enemy, and his tone is as relaxed as ever, while ensuring his strength, he still has the upper hand.

However, despite this, Sakuraman's real name, who should have an overwhelming advantage, still did not completely cut off the head of Araya Soren.

"Bang ——!"

After the enchantment that had finally unfolded was shattered again, Sakuramitsu Makina achieved the result from Araya Soren for the third time.

Araya Zonglian's left hand completely detached from his body.

And the purple crystals also quickly began to spread in the wound, and the old monk didn't even look at the severed arm that he flew out and kept crystallizing, and smashed his right hand that had been wrapped in half of the crystallization, smashing the trend of crystal spreading.

Such pain made the battle-hardened monk let out a muffled snort, leaned against the wall behind him in embarrassment, and almost fell.

Many joints in his body were twisted and deformed, and his bones were almost shattered by the direct impact.

His throat was filled with blood, and it was difficult to even speak.

There is a large hole in the abdomen, and most of the internal organs have become something worse than dumpling filling.

Obviously, he was just running away, but in the face of the overwhelming difference in strength, in less than a few minutes, he became this miserable picture.

"The existence of myths should not be manifested on earth...... Especially at your level. ”

However, Amaya Zonglian also came to a conclusion from this.

The monster in front of her is not from the god as previously guessed, and her origin is more distorted.

This aura, as well as the conceptual equipment, all show this.

"You're not dead yet, are you?"

Sakuraman's real name frowned a little angrily.

"Sure enough, it's better to make the noise bigger and use the holy spear to pierce your enchantment directly...... Woo, I don't know if this will disturb the master's conversation......"

Just when the girl in love was distressed, the true red glimmer flashed in her eyes.

"Yike——! The host is urging me to go home! ”

The pink-haired girl smiled happily, and suddenly lost her interest in entanglement with the Araya Soren wrapped in a turtle shell, and left in a hurry.

Araya Soren could only watch Sakuraman's real name leave and closed her eyes.

"I took my life."

Despite the monk's exclamation, the body was useless, and he had to take time out of the spare parts to repair it.

Still, it's worth it.

This suffering itself also proves the value of his path, and although it is not clear how the two rituals will change, it must still be under control.

Next, it is necessary to hurry up and advance the plan, and if possible, find a few cannon fodder......

Everything is aimed at reaching the end of the cause of all things.

——

At the end of the night, a girl in crystal dancing shoes walked with light steps, even at the expense of the void to move, just to reach the ordinary bungalow as soon as possible.

On the delicate face of the girl, some unnatural emotions are brewing.

In this moment full of anticipation, Sakuramitsu real name rarely began to think about her own personality, what kind of emotions lingered in her heart?

Is it because you can't disturb the owner, so you can't neatly step on the disgusting head in the turtle's shell?

No, that guy doesn't have any value, for himself, it's like dust, if he didn't dare to stand in front of his master, this kind of thing didn't even have the qualifications to enter his own eyes, and he couldn't be killed by himself, but that guy missed the greatest honor in his life.

Is it because you have left the original world?

No, no matter what world they are in, human beings are the same, neither good nor bad, they have no value worth caring about, and they can't even understand the meaning of the ideal land they have given to them.

None of these things are the root cause...... Then, Sakurumitsu Maname, who was frowning and meditating, finally understood the moment he saw the door of the bungalow.

"I see."

The girl's face bloomed with a pure and bright smile, as if she was about to radiate light, like a real angel.

"—I really want to see my master."

When Sakuramitsu realized this, she was so excited that she didn't know what kind of expression to use.

"My Adam ......"

In what way will you love me tonight?

With a bright and charming smile, Sakuraman's real name pushed the door open.

— and then she made eye contact with the short-haired black girl who was languidly lying on the couch.

The other party was wearing a gorgeous kimono, and he didn't look like he was pending, lying on the cushion of the sofa on his side, although there were still snowflakes outside, but the girl was still holding the strawberry-flavored Häagen-Dazs that was still steaming, and she looked like she had eaten half of it.

That kind of heroic demeanor, for some reason, even Sakuramitsu's real name felt that kind of unique charm that was impressive and unforgettable.

Is it the owner's new partner?

At the beginning, Sakuraman's real name still had such a naïve idea, the kind of woman who is used to convey emotions and make her heart at peace, how many Rolands there are, can't make Sakuraman's real name feel the slightest wave, because she is different from them.

Eve and Adam are inseparable, primordial companions who are superior to all worldly things, and persons who are not inferior to the master's half.

Therefore, no matter how indulgent Roland is, Sakuramitsu's real name will obey unconditionally, and he will still come to him in the end anyway.

But this woman is different, the kind of connection that is not there, it is impossible to escape her own eyes, this is better than the relationship between the mind and the body, it is more harmonious, to use an analogy, it is a personal dependence

—just as Eve depended on Adam.

"Real name? Welcome back. ”

Roland raised his head from the sofa and skillfully opened his arms towards Sakuraman's real name, and the pink-haired girl threw herself into Roland's arms as always.

But this time, instead of getting into her arms and rubbing her head against Roland's chest, she gently leaned her chin on Roland's shoulder, sniffing the smell of the connection, covering Roland's body again, and demonstrating towards the two ceremonies with slightly smug eyes.

And seeing such an intimate action between the two, the two ceremonies also raised their heads, looking at Sakuraman's real name with strange clear eyes, as if they didn't understand what was happening at all.

This pure and innocent expression, as well as the powerless appearance of the chicken, is the most obvious provocation for Sakuraman's real name.

The smile on Sakuraman's face slowly faded, and then, she unceremoniously expressed her attitude with her actions.

Seeing that some readers have questions, let me explain that Roland's ritual of going to heaven is carried out simultaneously in the past, present, and future time, and once the ritual begins, it is part of the paradox, but the current Roland cannot interfere with the future, but the Key of All Souls can be beyond this limitation, and can be used as a medium to get help

(End of chapter)