Arad's crooked savior

It was a strong sense of loss, a sense of panic that he was about to lose, never to see each other again, never to say a word again, which instantly filled his brain and his limbs.

Death is a very straightforward and ruthless word.

It is not often mentioned in daily conversation, but it makes everyone who mentions it feel strange.

Everyone is mortal...

However, this was too early and too cruel.

It turns out that I care so much about that dark elf bandit, is it indispensable?

It turns out that I am so weak.

A strong sense of loss, like a piece of my heart being suddenly hollowed out.

The soul has a flaw that cannot be filled.

…………

"ten……"

Ye Lin's eyebrows were lowered, and he slowly grasped a long and narrow sword like the bright moon and white jade in his hand.

The essence of the power of the moon is poured into it, flawless, like a soft work of art, a long sword that can enchant people at a glance, the light of the moon.

This knife is also a soul knife. It is different from the devastating trauma of the soul-breaking blade. Its power is softer and the backlash on the user is smaller. However, it can also quietly cut off the enemy's wounds in the moonlight. soul.

The brightest moonlight, the gentlest death.

In theory, the person who is most suitable for this knife is Feng Ying, who pursues "extreme beauty." However, she can still handle the dance of the snow, so I will ask her if she needs it if I have the opportunity in the future.

He was counting down silently, waiting for an instant to strike an absolute blow with the light of the moon.

The color of moonlight, the fragrance of women.

Tears break the sword, but love lasts forever.

Looking at the bright moon, my heart feels sad.

Eternal hatred ~ taste of reincarnation.

"Nine……"

Mavis was angry and surprised. What made her angry was that this shameless person, despite having the fifth element that could silently annihilate rocks, was holding her waist from behind, even though the space was so tight.

What's surprising is the absolute concentration in the other person's eyes at this time, eliminating all distracting thoughts and pouring all his energy into it!

From a shameless man to a majestic swordsman, in an instant.

"eight……"

…………

"It's so painful~"

The noisy and violent battle fluctuations, the chaotic and twisted invisible force, and the furious and ferocious blood energy turned the small underground space into a whirlpool.

Sirocco looked at the figure in front of him sadly, which no longer looked like a human being, but more like a blood-soaked ghost, with its red eyes covered in blood, as well as his reluctance and persistence towards life.

She saw a shadow of herself in Luxi.

Her own body was almost invisible and could not be touched by ordinary swords, but the blood demon that hit her vital part, with its twisted arms and strange blood, was more like an invitation from the god of death.

I still despised the people in this world, but I was helpless. I was imprisoned in a dark cave, unable to even suck in the warmth of a ray of sunlight.

"You're so pathetic..." she scoffed.

Sirok's body is like a beach castle swallowed by the waves. Its appearance collapsed and collapsed, leaving only seven powers like gravel.

Luxi, who had lost the specific target of his attack, lost his sanity like Sirocco, and his ghost-like face was filled with blood or mixed blood and tears.

The poor figure covered in bright red blood, losing himself and suffering from Kazan Syndrome at the same time, is filled with a certain kind of perseverance and the aura of death.

"Persistent person, you are very similar to me, but you defeated my body and delayed my resurrection for more than ten years!"

Shilok, who was almost dead and about to disappear, was like a gentle wind blowing around the bloody figure at the end of the crossbow, and invisible tentacles slowly soothed the wounds all over his body.

It seemed to be pity, but also mocking.

It's more of contempt than praise.

Those tentacle-like things stuck to Luxi's skin, and penetrated into the warm flesh from the open wounds.

The almost transparent figure suddenly revealed a mixture of extremely ferocious, ferocious, and mocking emotions.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Shilok's wild laughter, mixed with the sound of energy explosion, was very similar to the unwilling cry before death.

"I will keep you in pain forever. You can struggle, but you will never be able to escape!"

An illusory soul was pulled out of the body that was about to bear it by Shilok's almost transparent tentacles.

The soul was not in pain, but its eyes showed relief, and it looked back with nostalgia.

However, the black and red energy filled the entire space, entangled and intertwined with each other, and she could not see the face she wanted to see.

"Is that your lover? Haha..."

Sirocco suddenly let out a shrill scream, like the last cry before death, mixed with strong anger and confusion.

She couldn't understand what the role of this emotion was, what was so praiseworthy that it made a person willing to die for others?

She is a seed floating in Zhuyalopa, with roots that penetrate the core of the earth, and a petal-like skirt that covers half of the planet.

She competed with the indigenous people for the warmth of the planet, and imprisoned each other in an ice prison, laughing at Mister's overestimation of his capabilities.

But Zhuyalopa's energy was not enough, not enough for her to fully bloom, and one day, the woman brought a sweet, fatally seductive fragrance.

As long as you can take a full sip, you can meet all the conditions for your own bloom!

She was deceived and took the initiative to go to the devil world, which was so barren that no weeds grew, and obtained a little bit of water.

It's not enough, she needs more!

He could only survive by being rooted in the center of the only hot earth orbit, constantly swallowing up the electricity produced by the old man like chewing sand.

She was waiting for the sweet liquid to fully appear, but not long ago, she was stripped of all her roots and moved to this cold, damp place by an irresistible force.

Enjoyed the treatment of Mister for once.

From birth to death, she has always been in competition and monopoly. For a few pitiful calories, she ruthlessly drove away the indigenous people and launched a war with Anton, eager to get rid of each other quickly.

When she saw that selfishness was nature, if she didn't fight, she would die.

But how could anyone be willing to sacrifice his life for others?

Will I give up absorbing electric energy for Andern?

Don't be kidding, if it weren't for the Tartans inhabiting it, she would have turned the black volcano into an extinct volcano.

"I will imprison your soul in pain forever. I will erase all traces of your existence. No one will remember you and no one will shed tears for you."

"After you die, he will walk out of this ghost place without remembering that anyone died for him, and you... will completely forget each other!"

Already at the end of his madness, Shilok couldn't tell whether he was angry because of the excessive loss of energy, or whether he was ridiculing human beings, or...jealousy.

Except for the joy of taking root in Zhuyalopa, she has never felt emotional warmth. She has set up countless layers of defense against her spiritual world, just to cover up the lonely flower in the deepest part of her mind that has not yet fully bloomed. flower.

The soul and the blood-covered body kept overlapping and separating. Even though Luxi was suffering all kinds of pain and knew that she was about to die, she was still smiling.

Very light, very gentle, and reluctant.

"But, his life is more important than mine."

"madness!"

The final power exploded, and Luxi's soul was torn out in an instant. Her body like a blood demon was also washing away the sandcastle like running water, dissipating bit by bit.

Anger, jealousy, unwillingness, resentment, all kinds of emotions, mixed with her last apostle power, in the black and red energy, turned into a purple giant snake in a place where Agan Zuo couldn't see, and was about to swallow the snake's tail. Haunted soul.

…

Tick ​​tock~

"one!"

Moonlight Slash!

Like the wanton brilliance of the full moon, the stream flowing in the forest, the sharp arc light is intoxicating, and the silver flakes are scattered all over the ground.

The crescent moon is like a knife, like water, cutting open the tail of the purple snake.

The fragile soul that was dragged out of the body and fell into coma was pulled by a sun-gold book and quickly came closer.

The elements were surging, and he used flashy magic skills to cover the sight of the four people, creating a tragic image of Shilok's death explosion.