Another World: My life is on the rise!

The burning sky.

Countless ashes were floating above the battlefield. All the people in the puppet manor were already here. The space had been confined again. Countless mechanical units and flesh and blood creatures had surrounded them.

All the puppets were already scarred, and their bodies were covered with blood from those flesh and blood creatures, but they still stared at the countless mechanical units.

Black String Moon raised her head.

Ashes fell from the sky onto her face.

The countless silk threads that fell from the black fog were like silks floating in the firelight, lingering in the wind.

But it was the fluttering silk threads that blocked the almost fatal blow for them.

The burning body of the Star Holder stood on the battlefield, staring at the thread falling in the dark sky with indifference and coldness.

He knew.

The root was dead.

Only the clown in the field of vision was still looking at them with a smile and tears, as if he had no emotion at all because of their interference.

"We have no intention of participating in this fight."

A voice without emotion came from above the puppets.

"My students and that child had some intersections. Now the friendship is gone. Please let us withdraw from this fight. I can promise you that from now on, my people will not have any contact with him."

Black String Moon raised her head suddenly and looked in the direction where the voice came from. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

But soon there was only a trace of lingering sadness in her eyes.

But she knew.

This was the limit of what she could ask for.

Her teacher would never let herself stand completely against the jailer for an irrelevant person.

All was silent.

But the clown seemed to smile and said nothing more.

Or rather, he disdained to speak, because in his eyes, whether it was the Flesh and Blood Ruler, this puppet family, or those powerful roots, they were just a group of prisoners under their guard, and the ridiculous dramas they performed in the cages were just their talk after tea.

He just turned his head and looked at the dark sky.

There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

And in that look, there seemed to be a hint of expectation, a hint of relief, and a hint of fanaticism.

Then he spoke.

But he was not talking to the puppet family, but looking at the Black String Moon on the battlefield with a look of tears and laughter.

"Thank you."

Black String Moon was shocked, she vaguely felt some uneasiness, and her eyes became colder.

The clown continued with a half-smile:

"If you don't come in time, he might not have made up his mind, Miss Black Moon. Although you were not the one chosen at the beginning, you became the best candidate by accident. So I thought that if I let you come, he wouldn't be so resistant."

"Because he saved you once, didn't he?"

At that moment.

Black Moon's pupils suddenly dilated.

At that moment, her memory emerged with the last scene she saw before she lost consciousness in the Cursed City.

The blooming magic circle and light curtain.

It was like a huge destiny plot.

She suddenly felt an unprecedented chill, as if countless spiders were crawling all over her body, making her tremble and making her anxious and speechless. She seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at the distant dark sky.

At that moment.

For the first time, her eyes showed a trembling and panicked look.

She used all her strength to hit the barrier in front of her hard, gritting her teeth and staring at that direction, eagerly and forcefully hitting, but nothing worked.

Her eyes gradually became empty.

She suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"What's going on?"

Her elder sister couldn't bear it, and wanted to help her with a pale face.

Black String Moon opened her lips, and finally bit them a little bit.

"He will come back..."

At that moment.

The whole audience was silent.

The scarred huge vertical pupil in the vision also trembled unprecedentedly, and almost with the last strength, it looked at the distant sky they were looking at.

Black String Moon collapsed to the ground, raised his head and murmured.

"He will definitely come back..."

The clown held the music box, crying and laughing, and walked through the lifeless eyes of the vision ruler little by little, and fell to the ground in reality.

The entire Mechanicus and the Flesh and Blood Cult units all subconsciously made way for him in fear.

His eyes gradually became fanatical.

He walked towards the distant sky step by step.

He was like welcoming.

It was like offering a tribute to their king in person.

Because it was all worth it.

For their master, for the failures over the years, and to put a perfect end to the long wait and sadness, so it was worth it no matter what, even if he would be killed, even if he would be hated, he would have to bear it alone.

And this honor.

He would also accept it and open it.

And it was at that moment.

They heard it.

The footsteps coming from the distant sky, all the units looked in that direction at that moment, looking at the distant dark sky.

The heavy rain was burning and majestic.

They saw the young man running towards them. He had shed his supreme body, and his eyes were bloodshot, just like the figure who bravely fought against the God of All Machines in the Cursed City.

He is back!

At that moment, Black Moon lowered her head, biting her lips, her gloves were already stained with dirt, and her fingers were tightly grasping the mud on the ground.

Yes...

She forgot.

She forgot the character of this guy, and forgot what a shameless but rare and kind idiot he was.

He tried again and again.

He wanted to find a home in this hell, fearing that they would lose it.

And such a bastard...

How could he abandon them and not care...

At that moment, she stood up suddenly and rushed towards the barrier, her eyes were tightly mixed with countless unspeakable emotions, looking at the figure, opened her mouth, and wrote the word on the barrier with the scarlet blood.

"Go."

She knew he could see it.

But he didn't stop at all.

She already knew that all this was a trick, all was the clown's calculation, he didn't want to kill him, he wanted to kill her.

Lin En.

You know.

We haven't seen each other for a long time.

The last time I wanted to find you, you had already gone to Blue Star.

I know you encountered a lot of difficulties and hardships, but in the end you got through them little by little and became stronger and stronger.

I often heard your legend in the Doll Manor.

It's really wonderful.

So later I also felt.

You don't need to be protected anymore.

You can already deal with various forces and roots with ease.

And I have been trying the methods you taught me before. I am also trying to communicate with my sisters and my mother. Although there are still many clumsiness in emotions, I have roughly understood what kind of relationship relatives are, and then I often think of you.

I think, if we meet again, I will still be serious with you.

Because a bastard like you, as long as you are a little friendly to you, you will definitely climb up the pole.

Her eyes were fixed on the figure that was getting closer and closer.

At that moment.

They suddenly saw the skin of the doll on her face fading away bit by bit, and the strands of flesh and life slowly emerged on her body, which made all her sisters stand there in shock, watching her changes bit by bit.

But she seemed to be unaware.

Because Lin En.

He was waiting for you to come back.

Only when you come back...

He can kill me.