The boy named Gilgaya was still standing coldly in the shadows where the sun did not shine, although he was only a little boy who was not yet ten years old, but his broad and long figure was tall and powerful enough in the girl's eyes, she didn't know why her heart suddenly began to beat violently, and her breathing became rapid, and the surroundings that were still cold just now suddenly became extraordinarily warm and quiet, she quietly looked at the back in front of her, the calves that could not be covered by the cloth shirt were exposed to the air, the strong muscle outline loomed in the clothes, the short hair looked simple and capable, she could not see his expression, but his breath was low and rough, like an enraged lion cub, with a heavy and dangerous smell, but to her, there was a tenderness like spring water in that dangerous breath.

"Don't like to talk, or can't you speak?" the other boy patted the dust on his body, and seeing that Gilgaya didn't mean to speak, he frowned, and continued with a displeased expression, "In short, she is going to die sooner or later, you just let her suffer a little more time in fear and pain, and even if you manage to survive to the end, you have to choose between her and yourself." How ridiculous, how helpless, how fragile, how small, this is the [Slayer], we are just cruel monsters, cold killing machines, we don't need human feelings and bonds?

"So what?" said Gilgaia, who didn't think much of the boy's words, he just followed his heart.

"Eh?" the corners of the boy's mouth twitched slightly, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, and he couldn't help leaning back and laughing, "Are you an idiot? What can you do if you save her for a while? In the end, only one of the two of you will survive at most, and the [Slayer] is also known as the Grim Reaper, and the last emotion you need is mercy, hahaha!"

"I don't know what you're saying, but if you want to hurt her, I'll tear you apart first!" Gilgaya's stagnant eyes gradually rose, and the murderous aura like a storm quickly condensed, and a cold aura emanated from his young but vigorous body.

"Tear me apart, it looks like you're really an idiot, I really don't know how people like you survived until now......" The boy shrugged his shoulders a little helplessly, and there seemed to be a bit of regret in his words, "That's it, judging from the data, you are indeed a very powerful one, I originally wanted to save you to the end, but if you insist on killing yourself, it's no wonder that I can't blame!"

Gilgaya didn't pay any attention to him at all, but slowly put on a posture of attacking and defending, secretly condensing his soul power, he knew very well that a fight was inevitable.

"Gilgaia, in fact, I know everything about you, the elemental affinity is one of the best of our reserve warriors this year, it is the wind elemental, it is rumored that you can even perfectly erase your figure in a violent run, this ability similar to stealth is indeed a headache, and it is indeed the most suitable for the ghostly title of [Slayer]. Unfortunately, that's all you can do here. The boy rubbed his eyebrows, his expression still looking leisurely, and he didn't take the best reserve soldier in his mouth in his eyes, "Because ah...... I am the winner, and only I am qualified to be the Slayer. This is fate, do you understand fate? The so-called fate is something that has been predestined for a long time, and you can't change it at all!"

"Is that fate?" Gilgaya said coldly, "You who will only start with the weak, you are not qualified to become the [Slayer], all the [Slayer] exist to obliterate the strongest existence in the enemy camp, so you are far from qualified, if your so-called fate is already predestined, then it is up to me to break it!"

"You're really good at preaching, it's a bit unexpected, but don't think that if you happen to succeed in a sneak attack, you can really defeat me. The boy glanced coldly at the dagger in his hand, and then ruthlessly threw it into the distance, the cold blade directly pierced through a thick ancient tree, causing a hole in the mouth of the bowl and then firmly nailed into the trunk of another ancient tree, and the trunk was surrounded by the marks of being torn apart by powerful soul power, "My strength is far above all of you, and the reason why I stand here is to meet my destiny and become a new generation of [Slayer] , this crude weapon does not suit me, let you guys see what a real weapon is. ”

"In the face of absolute power, all your abilities will pale and powerless, as ridiculous as a clown. The boy squatted down suddenly, his slender fingers pressed tightly on the ground, and a surging soul power poured into the earth through his slender arms, and the ripples in circles shook around in an instant, the ground covered with fallen leaves was trembling slightly, the air was trembling slightly, even the towering thousand-year-old trees were trembling slightly, and an unprecedented sense of crisis gradually permeated the quiet forest, "Let you experience the powerlessness in the face of fate!"

"Sandstorm Gun!"

With the boy's loud shout, a sharp spear of sand and stone condensed burst out from the trembling earth in vain, like a brown electric current, instantly tearing through the peaceful atmosphere of the forest and stabbing straight towards Gilgaia.

Gilgaya had already prepared, The tense power in the thin body was released instantly, and the figure quickly expanded, like a white heron that suddenly stretched out its wings, leaping towards the brown electric current that shot rapidly, the short knife in his hand cut out a bleak arc without hurry, and the sand gun was broken into two in the arc, and the volley's body turned gracefully and then landed steadily, and turned to the girl without surprise and said, "You find a place to hide, I'll deal with this guy!"

A failed move, the boy's face did not have the slightest ripple, it seemed that Gilgaya blocked his attack as he expected, he still maintained a half-squatting posture, and the corners of his mouth gradually solidified a more presumptuous smile, "It does have some strength, there are not many people who can block my sandstorm gun head-on, it's just ......"

"If the sandstorm guns just now turn into hundreds of sandstorm guns, how can you resist them?" The continuous tremor in the entire space suddenly became extremely violent under the urging of even more surging soul power, as if the entire forest floor was about to be lifted by a raging hurricane like a tidal wave......

"Sandstorm Gun Formation!" the smile on the boy's face retracted, and the murderous aura was released.

Brown electricity shot out from the rolling forest floor again, but this time it was not just a bolt of lightning, but hundreds of torrents of lightning that were densely packed and twisted like swimming snakes, sweeping overwhelmingly, and thousands of violent tearing sounds rolled and roared through the forest with earth-shattering soul power, as if a powerful ancient beast was waking up from the ground.

Gilgaia's face also gradually turned pale in this torrent of lightning that surged like a tide, but he still gritted his teeth, the oncoming attack was too dense and fast, and it was pointless to dodge, and the only thing he could do in the face of such a long-range and large-scale attack was to close the distance with the opponent before his soul power was exhausted, and then deliver a fatal blow.

The power accumulated in the bent legs burst out in an instant, and Gilgaya rushed towards the boy, the dagger in his hand waved at the same time, and short silver arcs of light crisscrossed the air to form a dense and wide knife net, which briefly acted as a shield, and all the brown electricity that came from it smashed into the knife net.

The attack of the "Sandstorm Gun Formation" was extremely ferocious, in the face of the storm-like surging soul power and the continuous falling attacks like a rainstorm, there were still some brown currents that penetrated the dense knife net and pierced Gilgaya's body, even though the injury was not serious, it still greatly limited the speed of Gilgaia's progress, but it could not completely block his steps, his eyes were red and approached the boy step by step, in the continuous roar between heaven and earth, like a bloody killing god......

"Very good, very good! You are really an extremely good opponent, you have not lost your fighting spirit under such a crazy attack, it is really rare, rare!" The boy's voice sounded a little irritable and crazy, and the continuous output of soul power failed to end the battle as quickly as expected, making him feel a little uneasy, after all, he had to face more than one opponent, Gilgaya, "It's a pity that I said that my strength is far superior to all of you, and your fate is to die in my hands......"

In the almost crazy burst of laughter, Gilgaia's face suddenly froze, a sharp pain spread from the soles of his feet, he subconsciously looked down at his feet, a spear made of sand and stones pierced the ground, just piercing the entire ball of his foot, and hot blood was thrown out and splashed on the ground.

The sudden pain also slowed down the movement of the dagger in his hand for a fraction of a second, and in the shortly exposed loopholes, several brown currents passed through the knife net, piercing through his thin body, bringing out a few cloudy blood mist, leaving a few gurgling and bleeding holes, and Gilgaia's body was finally on the verge of losing consciousness at this moment, gradually falling towards the ground.

However, even more desperately, a sandstorm gun rising from the ground came towards his fallen body, once again mercilessly piercing his shoulder, recuperating his unbalanced body. The howling soul storm in the air had ceased, and the torrent of lightning that had rained like madness had disappeared, but the deathly suffocating despair had shrouded it impartially.

The dense pain sensation all over his body frantically poured into his mind through the nerve endings, as if it was about to tear his brain into several petals, his gaze spread out hollowly, and the body that was shot up by the two sandstorms continued to emerge hideous blood, smearing his tattered cloth shirt into a bright scarlet, and the ground below him had condensed a large pool of blood, and the viscous plasma mixed with the moist soil looked shocking......

"What a weak ......" the boy stood still in front of Gilgaia, his slender and thin palm gently rubbing Gilgaia's pale and bloodless cheek, "Do you feel the power of fate? Do you feel the difference between strengths? Despair? Fear? Now you can understand a little bit what the real [Slaughterer] is, right?"

"Is it impossible to speak?or are you unconscious?...... it's embarrassing" The boy laughed softly, sounding like a ghost in the night, and in his other hand, he slowly raised his hand, a sandstorm gun slowly condensed in his palm, and the sharp tip of the spear was aimed at Gilgaya's eyebrows, "Tremble, in this world, weakness is sin! The mercy of death is to end the pain caused by sin, and leave this world with the last fear!"

"Fear?"

Suddenly a girl's voice sounded in the quiet of the forest, like a low sigh, like a ghostly whisper......