Updating in time to watch this scene from afar, the elves who watched the situation in screams, surprises, and amazements were already convinced of this result, and Roland was almost sure or about to accept it. In the face of the overwhelming force of death, the immobile body was left with only thoughts.

to--die.

That's it.

Nothing can be done.

-- It was eaten.

The perception of time is distorted, the scenery in the horizon changes to an abnormal space, and the mind that realizes that death is imminent shatters and stretches the experience of life into countless connected and unrelated images. The people and things he knew, the experiences he had experienced, the feelings he left behind, all distorted in the small and vast ambiguity, flowing into Roland's senses, and finally, in addition to the black or black shadow mass raised the corners of his mouth.

[Are you the only one who has this kind of Cheng dù?]

That may be an auditory hallucination.

Maybe it's just Roland's own assertion that the face would say something like this when he sees this scene. is about to fall into the void of death, the moment when the will is completely abandoned. That mocking question, as if it was nothing to do with himself, ran through Roland's heart.

Nothing can be done.

Nothing can be caught.

Died in obscurity.

Obviously want to do something,

There is still unfinished business.

I didn't even say such a shameful thing as "I don't want to die", and I was not allowed to say it.

-- This brutality, this tyranny.

――Is it tolerable?

The boy, who sat down on the ground and couldn't even stand up with his body, burst into anger. The only short stick in his hand that could withstand the attack was raised.

Miracles often come because of the persistence of life.

The crystals embedded in the [Short Stick] are no longer emitted, but only to drive away the darkness. Heatless white light that illuminates the front. The axis of light that tore open the twilight night sky engulfed the beast with its mouth open, and there was no time to feel the heat of the steel vaporizing instantly, and the torrent of particle beams and shock waves, all the substances that made up the flesh were incinerated, and the wolf became a mass of shadows with a bare body, which was blown away and diluted, and in an instant there was nothing left. Even a speck of dust was swept away by the heat and storm that followed.

[The light of that time ......!!]

The pillar of pink light in front of him was exactly the same as the one that crushed the basement. Seeing the power contained in it with his own eyes made Roland unable to even marvel and disgust, but squinted his eyes and watched the light gradually fade through the blurred cracks. Then the particles of light begin to condense and shorten. Short Stick - The tip of the grip spreads a blue-and-white rod-like beam about 70 centimeters long, which is different from the ferocious pink stream.

"Light ...... of the sword?"

The short stick, which was thought to be useless, showed unimaginable power and transformed into a beam sword that even Roland could wield.

Hold on to a powerful weapon you've never heard of before. The boy almost forgot about the other wild wolves around him. Fortunately, it was the head wolf who jumped up and was wiped out, and the sight of the leader who was about to taste the first bite of dinner was too terrifying and terrifying, and the instinct and fear of survival overwhelmed the appetite, and the wolves that had lost the head wolf scattered and fled. Roland, who lacked experience in facing the enemy and was only stunned, did not die tragically under the siege of the wolves, and when Roland Province was not in danger and looked around, the beasts had already run away.

"Great...... Finally...... Finally all gone. ”

Moaning the only thought, his prostrated body slowly softened against the rock behind him, and he didn't even have time to feel the joy of celebrating his survival, and the huge feeling of exhaustion dragged Roland. Visions become hazy and blurry, and sensations begin to shake, eventually sinking into unconscious darkness.

Before he fell into a deep sleep, the blades of light had dispersed. The hilt of the sword slipped out of the boy's hand, interfered with the will of the distance. Suspended in the air, a cone-shaped cube light curtain was opened to cover the sleeping boy, and in the silent night, the light film that was not violated by any attack silently guarded Roland. ...,