Tribute to the Demon King

Like crying, it trembled slightly, and swelled up terribly.

Maybe all he wanted was to straighten up.But this simple action almost shook the underground cavity of Yuanzang Mountain violently.

All of a sudden, the earth shook and the mountains shook.Dust and gravel fell from the cracked rock cracks and were swallowed into the body by the black mud.

But even so, it was still staring at the portrait that appeared in its eyes.

In the portrait, it seems to be able to fly, appearing in the void out of thin air.

That was Matou Zouken—or the girl whom Magiri Zorgen once deeply admired and admired, the flawless golden saint of Einzbern.

Her image is forever deep in Maqili's memory, and no amount of pain can corrode her image.

"You...are not old at all."

The huge piece of meat responded in a low voice with an ugly voice that was like a twitching sewer pipe, which made him deeply loathe.

different from myself.She hasn't aged at all since then.

...that's great.

Staring obsessively at the image in the void, the huge piece of meat subdued and calmed down, stopping its slow expansion.No one will be surprised if it is said that it will maintain the posture of this moment forever, as if its whole body has turned into a stone statue.

"Maqili Zorgen, my dear friend, the foolish wisher."

However, the Holy Maiden of Winter looked down at it with eyes like a god: "You, why don't you want to die?"

Hearing this, the "Zirty Inkstone" at the moment was slightly taken aback.

...why?

Why, why, why—

Its memory is like a stuck tape, caught in a strange endless loop.

strangeness……

Why don't you want to die?

Knowing that simply ending it will free you from the pain.But still holding on to all the pain, clinging to life...and why.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

The piece of meat screamed like a sob, and the entire Yuanzang Mountain was shaken.

In retrospect.

I remembered.

Initially, for a noble purpose.

When I was young, after lamenting that there was no paradise in this world, I vowed to change the world.

If even laughter is not allowed, and even kindness and justice are to be stifled, then simply rise up and run to the place where they are allowed to exist.

In order to seek miracles beyond the reach of human beings, no matter how many times you are defeated, as long as you can still breathe, you will never give up.

"That's right, there is only one dream object—"

The scene around me seems to have returned to the Winter City of Einzbern again. When I was young, I patted my chest and proudly made great wishes to the silver-haired girl.

"In order to abolish all the evils at this time, for this unrealizable ideal, I bet my life—"

——So, let’s live on.

Even if I fail completely... But as long as I am still alive, one day I will be able to cultivate someone who inherits my will.

...that's right.

This is the original wish.

Same fate as Sisyphus.From the very beginning, he was doomed to get nothing.

"What the hell did I do..."

The gigantic mountain of meat trembled, streaming black tears.

No matter how brilliant his eyes once were, he has long since become an unforgivable demon heretic.

What if, at that time, I did not choose to continue to live on?

A vague thought appeared in the only remaining thought of the meat.

As if wanting to embrace the sun, the pieces of flesh that are constantly separating and cracking use up their last strength to surge upwards slightly, gently embracing the Winter Maiden floating in the air.

——At the same time, the old magician who had already lost his human identity completely stopped breathing.

"...Poor and hateful guy."

Behind it, Zhou Yi silently retracted the silver-gray silk thread in his hand slowly, watching the shining silver-gray spider web patterns on Roshan's back gradually become dim.

A section of stalactite hanging from the ceiling was tightly entwined with chunks of flesh, and Zhou Yi, who released the illusion, sighed softly: "It's too late. This is already the most merciful forgiveness I can make to you. "

Author's message:

Today's update is delivered, and it's another bento, please sign for it...

A good injection is fast, and after two injections, I feel that I have almost recovered... But the doctor still doesn't let me stay up late, so I have to go to bed quickly after finishing one chapter... Well, I should be more energetic tomorrow! (chest out)