After the creation of the world was over and brought life and prosperity to the earth, the Mother Goddess made the only two utensils with her own hands.

He who carries the golden light and reveals his majesty is the sword of glorifying the king's power, Gramm. The bearer of this sword is the favorite of God, and you need to fear it, honor it, and fear it, all the mortal people. For he is the Divine Ruler, the Absolute One appointed by God, and the Law is above the kings of the earthly families.

The one who shows the red light and shows the sharpness is the sword of the brave of God's destiny - Dirandal. The one who wields the sword is the executor of the law, and the one who betrays God and rebels against the law will be slain by the brave whom God has chosen.

The Gospel of the Mother God 2:3.

Azdahaka's devotion was close to zero, and because of his experience of pretending to be a priest, he also dabbled in religious texts, and was even more familiar with various allusions than some cardinals. When he saw the sword in Roland's hand, the above passage of words immediately appeared in his head.

For a moment, Azdahaka wanted to deny that the sword was Dirandar, but the dragon's instinct, the special marriage to the sword, did not allow him to deceive himself.

Even if you don't feel it, facts lead to conclusions.

The beam of particles that could evaporate the sea water with a single blow and wipe out the entire island was distorted by the swing of a sword—something so perverse that it was happening in front of him, leaving no room for Azdahaka to learn from an ostrich.

From the sword, a gauzy rainbow phosphorescence was released, and red, green, yellow, and blue phosphorescence swayed and spread in the air, and a shocking light curtain gradually surrounded Roland. Even I wanted to bend my knees for it, and the sacredness of praying for salvation swelled and spread—no doubt that only the relics of the gods could do it.

"But...... Why do you hold that sword? And you can do such a thing? Could it be that you are a 'substitute'? But the 'substitute' is obviously Li Lin!"

It was impossible to deny the authenticity of the sword, and it was the recognition that the sword was indeed the infallibility of Dirandar, and it was oppressed by the despair of the sudden reversal of the situation that Azdahaka had many unthought questions.

Could it be that Li Lin chose Roland because of the possibility of controlling the holy sword? Or did Li Lin have been cultivating Roland in order to allow Roland to use Direndal? Even the current situation - is it to complete Direndal's certification of Roland, and deliberately created Zào?

The more overwhelmed by the foreseeable future, the more suspicious speculations continue to surface. There is no lack of guessing the truth. But whether it is in or not, it has little to do with Azdahaka.

"Here we go again...... What are you kidding, this worst thing ......!!"

Despite Roland's desperate patience, his lips couldn't help but let out a suppressed moan.

The word "again" is used in the moan. This is not the first time this has been proven.

At the age of 14. Roland, who tried to pull Dirandal out of the scabbard, experienced it for the first time. It was like a frantic pain that tore up the arm and turned into a sharp blade inserted into the skull, stirring vigorously on the inside of the skull. That time ended up failing to pull out Dilandal. Paralyzed on the ground and unable to move for a whole day, even at the moment before the sword was drawn, the intense memory was still vivid as if it had just happened.

At this moment, the holy sword was held in his hand, and the strange pain that was so intense that it was about to be engraved on his soul also boiled together, transforming into an even more unpleasant form.

Something has invaded.

There is no definite form, and it is not even clear whether it really exists, but Roland does feel "something" slip between the body and the mind, staining thoughts with a color that does not belong to him, and that thing ignores Roland's resistance and invades the realm of the self.

It is difficult to describe what kind of humiliation and unhappiness it was, after all, Roland could not have experienced the most similar feeling—the feeling of a woman being raped. But now Roland clearly understands-

The inner self is violated;

The existence of zài itself is forcibly defiled;

How unbearable and shameful it was, as if countless slugs were wriggling under the skin of the whole body, and those slugs turned into voices and shouted high-pitched in Roland's body.

- The gods are absolute.

“......？！”

The roar of the dragon, the sigh of the elves, the whispers of the humans, the cries of the dwarves, the roars of the orcs—the "voices" of different races and languages all came together and floated like a series of bubbles from the bottom of the abyss.

-- God is the absolute creator, the absolute superior to the creator, and there is no record in the Law that the creator rebelled against the authority of the sole creator.

"This ...... This is ......?!"

-- There is no disobedience, no power to disobey, no rejection, only blind obedience. Disobedience is a felony, and the offender will be burdened with unpardonable sin. In order to avoid the path of committing sin, the creation of a thing must give up the self to become a container.

"No kidding......!!This kind of thing!!"

Thou art the vessel of the gods, the brave man who will act on behalf of the gods.

The "voice" reaches the highest note, a switch in the depths of the soul is turned on, endless awe, endless blind obedience thoughts emerge.

Extremely similar to the typical hallucinatory symptoms of patients with central nervous system stimulant poisoning, the nervous system is disturbed, the mind and body are beginning to disconnect, and the thing that sticks out of the dark abyss is constantly eroding Roland.

"Don't come! Don't come! Don't come to my body!!"

Roland's mind roared at the endless nothingness, but the invasion did not stop.

As if enveloping the body, seeping into Roland's body through a gap, the "voice" that seemed to be a lot of people, like a person, constantly invaded, trying to change him, corrupting him, and from the nerve endings began to tamper with the conscious intelligence in the brain, replacing him with another person—a puppet that only existed to wave Dilandal.

- Obey!

- Be in awe!

-- The will of the individual is nothing but a meaningless and humble existence in the face of God's will. Abandon those useless selves, empty yourself, turn into containers, and cheer for being reborn as sublime vessels of divine will.

"The will of man is a humble being. Who prescribes this kind of thing?"

Amidst a curse of pleasure that negates the will of the individual, a wry mockery sounds.

-- That is God's decision, and the only way to create a thing is to obey!

The heterogeneous all shouted loudly to deny the rebuttal, and as soon as the words came out, they found themselves in a contradiction.

The essence of "them" is to deny the existence of groups such as individuals and personalities, but in this endless dark abyss, a third person appears.

This third party is no stranger to "them", and it took ten years to digest all the grievances. Suppressed them for much longer. The first in thousands of years not to be assimilated by erosion. Dancing Dilandar on the battlefield-

That unique, hateful and respectable man ......!!

On the edge of the engulfed cliff, Roland saw a familiar back.

At first, I thought it was an illusion that I was on the verge of collapse and looked back on my life like a marquee. But stir up the heart. Nostalgia and sadness that clog the chest - these come from memory and soul. Turning into an emotional impulse that appears in the existence of Zài sue Sù Roland. He wasn't mistaken.

"You...... You're ......!!"

There are so many things to say, and I want to lean on that shoulder and talk coquettishly like when I was a child. But I don't know where to start. Before he could pour out the first complete sentence, a face turned and smiled heartily.

――What's wrong?

――Aren't you going to be a man who protects the girl you love?

――Aren't you going to help others?

Before he could respond, the face had gradually moved away. There were still a lot of things I wanted to say to him, and there were many things I wanted to ask him, but my consciousness gradually drifted away uncontrollably, and I watched that face disappear into the darkness.

"Daddy!!"

The desolate cry is cut off by the barriers between this world and the other side, and the young man who contains all kinds of thoughts and sadness gradually moves away. The middle-aged man showed a lonely wry smile, he should have sunk into the abyss again, but he complained to the side.

"After ten years, you're still so bad-hearted, hiding and peeping, and you have to wait until he can't hold on before you want to make a move. ”

The darkness shook for a while, and there was an outline, and the lines gradually became refined and clear, and finally became a black-clothed and black-haired teenager.

"If you had revealed that answer ten years ago, I wouldn't have bothered to do so. ”

There is no sorrow, no joy, and the sound of lack of modulation vibrates in the space. For the demon cat posture boy who seems to exist anywhere, and does not exist anywhere, the abyss is constantly surging, like a volcano that has accumulated a lot of energy and is about to erupt. It's just that because of the powerful coercion emanating from the young man's body, the boiling muddy black tide can't move further.

Levitating above the Kuroshio, the young man said condescendingly:

"Then again, it's you. Although people are dead, the residual thoughts are not swallowed up and assimilated by 'those guys'. If it weren't for the limited objective conditions, I really want to arrest you and dissect it, and study it thoroughly from the inside out. ”

"Allow me to say no. ”

"Let's answer the question from ten years ago. ”

"That's what I can't do. ”

"It's not worth the surprise. Let's ask Roland after I go back, not only from his thin and soft mouth, but also from his honest body. ”

"What have you done to my son in the past ten years? And who taught your children the way you educate them?!!

The middle-aged man's face instantly collapsed, becoming extremely black, and he saw the black-haired young man shrug his shoulders, held up a stack of colorful wrapping paper, and replied with an extremely innocent and innocent expression:

"I didn't do anything, I just did some kind of thing. Then about parent-child education, I learned it on my own through professional materials. ”

The middle-aged man is completely blind to the Chinese characters such as "Ghost Father", "The Tale of Genji", "The Mirage of Fire", "The Moon Without Face", "Momokatsuki Zen", "Happy Garden", "No Money" and other twisted hiragana titles, but the easy-to-understand paintings are so simple and clear that they can't be done, and the eyes are full of naked men and women, and the faces of middle-aged men are crawling with black lines.

"You ......!!!"

"Okay, I still have something to deal with, so you can stay here and accompany your seniors, the seniors, the 'former' brave. ”

Ignoring the angry voice behind him, the boy gradually disappeared into the darkness, and when he was about to sever contact with this place, a familiar sigh stuck to his consciousness.

"You, what a lonely man. ”

Until the end, the man let out a similar sigh in a pitiful tone. (To be continued......)

PS: I was stumped by things in the unit...... As soon as the end of the year arrives, the chickens fly and the dogs jump, and it really doesn't blow it......