Another World: My life is on the rise!

Lin En said nothing.

His eyes were fixed on the direction where Black String Moon fell, looking at the scarlet blood staining her long silver hair.

Dolls don't bleed, but she was covered in blood at this moment.

Just like what the Doll Lady had said to her before, her daughters all lived in the cursed shadow, and after losing their heartbeats, all they could feel was the meshing of the gears in their chests. She said that someone was needed to inspire them with the long-lost human emotions, so that they would grow up little by little.

They would have heartbeats.

Lin En didn't cry.

Because he was a scumbag, he had a certain abnormal collecting habit and was merciful everywhere.

At first, it was the pure possessiveness that was at work, but later, I slowly realized that maybe we could become friends, maybe we could become close friends who depended on each other, because you couldn't let her throw away her life for you casually just because of a verbal contract without knowing anything.

Because she didn't cherish him too much.

He looked in that direction, but only through the gaps in the eager crowd did he see the half-closed eyes and the blood.

He knew.

They hadn't seen each other for too long.

They should have sat down like old friends and had a cup of tea, complaining about their experiences over the past few months, or secretly teasing her to let her emotional development grow a little bit, so that he could see the forced anger in her eyes and feel happy again.

His eyes slowly filled with the black air.

The black snake with its tail in its mouth was like falling into a pond in his eyes, taking shape bit by bit.

He had already compromised.

He was also going to give in.

As long as you don't do anything to my family, I will accept it whether it is a threat or a puppet. He has already done this and is ready to bear it.

He slowly looked at his hands, and his eyes reflected the rumbling black air under his feet.

That was not violet.

That was not the warm warmth like before, he only felt... cold.

Suddenly, he didn't know why there were many noisy images in his mind, which seemed even more ancient, as if there was a person standing in front of the ocean that runs through the world, begging for death but unable to do so, and then he was numb, completely numb to everything in the world and could not feel any emotion.

He didn't know what it was.

He didn't want to know, because he only felt powerful, so powerful that... numb.

"No..."

The clown stared at the scene in a daze.

The huge violet magic circle seemed to be stained at this moment. From the moment the Ouroboros symbol appeared, the entire magic circle began to fade. The powerful but peaceful atmosphere faded like a tide, and the familiar feeling disappeared, replaced by a kind of coldness, a kind of palpitating antiquity.

He subconsciously took a step back.

He looked at the dark rotating Ouroboros.

At that moment, he seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his pupils suddenly dilated violently, and an indescribable tremor almost permeated his whole body in an instant.

No!

Wrong!

Wrong!!

Because the symbol does not represent the king they are watching, but...

But...

"Don't let that magic circle take shape!!"

At that moment, he screamed with his heart and liver broken as if he had encountered something extremely terrifying.

"All the roots present, listen to my order! I am calling on you in the name of the jailer! Stop the one who formed the magic circle! I grant you the authority!! Restore your lost position as the ancient god! Quick!!!"

And all the creatures present were shocked.

They all heard the fear in his tone, but he was a jailer, not affected by the curse, and was a high position in hell.

And it was almost in an instant.

The clown was already at the fastest speed, rushing towards Lin En ferociously and panic-stricken. The power he showed at that moment shook the roots present, but they had no idea what was going on, and why he suddenly changed like this.

Because only he knew.

This time.

He was afraid that he had really made a big mess!

At that moment, he was already close, and the mighty power gathered on the sharp claws, and it swept directly towards the huge magic circle.

But at that moment.

He suddenly felt a huge palpitation, because at that moment, Lin En opened his dark eyes, and the dark Ouroboros swam in his eyes. He seemed to have completely changed into a different person, with the fragmented and vast time flowing in his eyes.

And what kind of eyes was that?

It was numb as if everything in his eyes had no meaning of existence, no emotion, no fluctuation, like a pool of dark dead water.

The power was still the great power of Violet.

But the process of recovery.

It turned completely to another completely opposite direction, a direction that absolutely did not allow him to recover and should not be allowed to recover!

And at that moment.

Lin En suddenly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips seemed to be flowing through yellow sand. When the clown's power came into contact with the yellow sand-like flowing light, it went directly into the sea and was lost in it. cause any disturbance.

That moment.

Lin En's hand actually grabbed his throat.

boom--

With that huge roar, the clown's body was directly lifted away by the powerful force, and hit hard in the center of the battlefield.

All the creatures present subconsciously took a step back, with fear in their eyes.

Because that's the jailer!

It's the jailer! !

At this moment, even the puppets in the Doll Manor were all staring at that scene in disbelief, looking at the familiar young man wrapped in the yellow sand-like light.

And that moment.

Lin En raised his eyes little by little with difficulty. The flesh and blood all over his body seemed to be showing signs of collapse. His eyes were full of hatred and madness. He was trembling, but the biting negative emotions in his eyes were also... It's like an extremely unstable anchor, constantly changing in numbness and ruthlessness.

The clown looked at this scene with dilated pupils.

Because he felt it.

Not fully recovered yet!

Only the Ouroboros appeared! But that consciousness has not really awakened yet!

Because if that existence is really revived, he will not be resentful or crazy at all, because all of this has no meaning to him at all!

He already understands that it is unrealistic to rely on these roots to stop it!

The only thing he can do now is...

He stretched out his hand almost as fast as he could, violently tore apart the space, and took out the thing that had been buried in dust for countless years and had not been used again.

Buzz————

That moment.

Under the gaze of all the creatures present, he blew the ancient horn in his hand.