From the Sunflower Fields

Chapter 744

squeak--

In the sky above the parking lot, a dark sickle and a bright silver sword brushed past, and there was a shrill scream, but there was no spark like an ordinary clash of gold and iron.

Su Mo stood on the spot with ease on the transparent barrier formed by the magic power, and the long sword in his hand kept changing positions—following the god of death who was so fast that he almost dyed the entire space in the color of a pitch-black cloak.

And Pluto swung the scythe far faster than he could move.

Esther said coldly in Su Mo's mind: "Mo, that kind of power is getting more and more intrusive." '

'I know. '

Su Mo naturally understood his physical condition better than Esther—since the seal of Hakurei Reimu was broken in the First World War in Kyoto, the seed of willpower that destroyed his heart began to slowly grow.
Germinated.

It's like dripping water piercing a rock, like a sapling breaking through a rock wall and squeezing its roots into the gaps, sprouting and growing in Su Mo's huge and terrifying magic power -- slowly, but firmly unstoppable.

So Su Mo didn't panic at all. Compared with the nervousness when the power seed was sealed in his heart, he just calmed down when everything happened.

A black blade pierced his eyes.

Raised his left hand, he grabbed the blade in the palm of his hand.

Blood trickled down the curved blade of the scythe—and was absorbed.

"Ah, what a powerful and energetic life~"

Under the clown mask is the emotion and appreciation expressed in an aria-like tone.

Joy to the soul began to tremble.

"Ah, probably."

Su Mo's tone was not salty, his left hand was still tightly holding the blade of the sickle, he was far less afraid of the death sickle that could damage life than others.

Then he slightly curled the index finger of his left hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

False bullet.

The frenzied oscillations almost tore apart the space, and the gods of death who participated in the siege, whether they were junior or intermediate, were crushed to powder together with the sickles in their hands.

The black ash fluttered, like burning a mountain fire.

Su Mo has two favorite flowers.

Lotus, sunflower.

I like sunflowers because it is my sister's favorite flower, and it is also the sea of ​​golden flowers that entrusts the meaning of being called home.And he likes lotus because he thinks he should like lotus.

Because he saw an ink lotus in that dark space before he woke up and saw the sea of ​​sunflowers, and also because he had an ink lotus that was slowly opening on his chest.

Ink lotus.

Therefore, there is a small pond in the sunflower field, with a few green lotus leaves floating slightly, and several elegant lotus flowers blooming.Just like the never-fading sunflower field, the lotus leaves in that pond will never wither, and the lotus flowers will never wither.The blue and red koi in the pool can also flick their tails and sway gently in the clear water and stone green pool all day long.

"That lotus flower will continue to bloom again."

Su Mo withdrew his gaze from looking up at the sky—this space is false after all, and Georg didn't have the leisure to carefully carve out an endless starry sky on this space sky that would soon be broken.

To be precise, he simply does not have the qualifications and ability to sculpt the starry sky.

"You know, I'm weak right now."

He looked at Pluto, the Supreme God of Death whose cloak was broken into ragged rags and the clown mask was also full of cracks because of that light snap of his fingers, and said something that made the corners of the mouths of everyone in the audience twitch.

The air still echoed with the terrifying crackling sound.

Pluto said nothing.

"But now I'm also strong."

Su Mo went on to say: "That thing has begun to melt into my magic power - I don't know what it will look like when it completely soaks in, but Sister Youxiang said just let it be, I have the qualifications Yes, so now I think there should be no problem."

Even if he had doubts at the beginning, the germination of that power could no longer be stopped now, so he just let it be.

—maybe it's because his present calm makes him feel like he's going to succeed.

—maybe it was because he thought he would succeed that gave him peace.

"Noisy."

Pluto finally spoke, his tone very irritated.

"rational."

Su Mo nodded, and said calmly, "During the battle, you shouldn't say so many things, especially so many things that have nothing to do with the battle situation and have no impact."

So he lifted the sword, the air began to tremble slightly, and a strange feeling completely different from Su Mo's magic power and sword energy filled the whole space.

With a single finger——

"You go to see Hades."

He was talking about the battle.

"This battle is not smooth, but it makes people feel comfortable."

"It's been a long time, Sekiryuutei—and Vali."

On the other side of the battlefield, when Kiba Yuto and Siegfried, who had been training hard to defeat Siegfried, collided, there was a crisp sound in the space—then the gap appeared from the distortion of space A man in light armor and a cloak stepped out of it.

Most of the people present were very familiar men.

"Sherpa Beelzebub, the leader of the old devil—"

Yicheng squinted his eyes - it was this man who made him go berserk and use Tyrannosaurus, but he should have been annihilated by the Longinus Crusher that was hit by Tyrannosaurus with all its strength.
Didn't die?
"Sherpa, I received the information, I didn't expect you to be really arbitrary."

In the battlefield that was paused because of the appearance of Sherpa, Siegfried turned his head and said to him.

"Ah Siegfried—I am grateful for taking care of you during this time. Thanks to you, my injury has healed—but I lost the snake of Orpheus, so I lost some strength."

"So, why are you here?"

"Why"

He pondered: "Of course it's a declaration of war."

Sherpa expressed his purpose without hesitation, an ugly smile gradually appeared on his face, and then he lifted his cloak.

There appeared a young boy's figure——his eyes dimmed, he should have lost his active consciousness.

The boy's name was Leonardo.

A descendant of Leonardo da Vinci, the all-rounder of the Renaissance, created by a monster with the most ferocious god-killing tool.

"Sherpa—how did you bring him here!? No, why is he with you!?! Shouldn't Leonardo be assigned to other operations?!"

Siegfried was completely bewildered—a little overwhelmed.

"I just wanted him to do me a favor, like—"

He was cut off in the middle of his sentence.

Because a dark scythe that was full of gaps but remained intact in front of it suddenly fell from the sky and ruthlessly stuck on the ground in front of Sherpa.

The man in white floated down leisurely.

"A lotus flower bloomed."

He murmured softly.

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　　There is only one update today, I went to sleep, tomorrow is a holiday, there should be a few more chapters.

　　
　
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