kill those singularities

This space began to tear, and the invisible force pulled from the inside to the outside, gradually shaking the mountain.

A large amount of misty blue light emerged from the small figure in the darkness, like the fog coming from the east in the early morning light, gradually interweaving a barrier, sometimes sharp and sometimes flexible.

Numerous lights, shadows and lines flickered around, loud and small voices surrounded Wen Shuo through the green light, and clear or hazy faces constantly invaded her senses.

——That is the illusion of the spirit, and it is also the interference of the moon god.

She simply closed her eyes, ignoring him, her bloody hands clenched into fists.

If Wen Shuo wavers at the center of this tug-of-war, even if she hesitates even a little bit, she will be trapped here for life, and eventually lose her self, lose everything, and become a non-human existence.

It was as if the chaos had just opened, and the majesty was broken, a crack suddenly pierced the dark night, and brought the dawn of dawn——

With madness and anger, Hua Guang tore apart the endless twilight, surging out like a galloping beast.

Fantasy, broken.

Returning to the place where we started together again, feeling the heavy touch under his feet and the moist smell of plants in the air, Wen Shuo breathed out slowly, and shook his slightly trembling palm, the blood stains on it disappeared as expected.

She raised her hand and touched her forehead, but there was nothing but cold sweat.

The cemetery in front of me was shrouded in flames. The raging flames illuminated the gray sky, and the bright red flames licked the plants and houses in the cemetery. According to this burning trend, this place will be reduced to ashes in a short time.

This is also a matter of course.After this battle, no matter who wins Wen Shuo or Luna, this dream will no longer exist.

She defeated the Moon God, so naturally she would not let it stay; on the contrary, the Moon God who had achieved her goal no longer needed this tool.

Wen Shuo understands this fact, and understands that what she needs most now is time, so she stabilizes her body as soon as she hits the ground, turns her steps, and her goal is very clear——

The direction of the blood moon.

Here is the beginning of everything, and naturally it is also the end of everything.

Under the big tree, the lady doll watched her approaching quietly, with a bit of tenderness in her almost transparent beautiful eyes, she said: "Good hunter, I think you have found the answer to the questions you once had."

"That's right." Although the truth made Wen Shuo's stomach ache.

"Then I guess you might need them." The silver-haired girl in a gorgeous cloak held up the clothes in her hands, and it turned out to be the special combat uniform for Chaldean masters made by Da Vinci.

Wen Shuo was taken aback, glanced at the shiny pikapika on his arm from the corner of his eye, and suddenly remembered...was she very stupid and delusional when she first came and took off her coat?

She laughed twice, took the clothes, and gave the silver-haired girl a thumbs up, "Good girl, thank you."

The puppet said softly: "Go, someone is waiting for you."

After changing his clothes, Wen Shuo walked towards the back hill of the cemetery with a sickle on his shoulder and a dagger in his pocket.When she turned her head subconsciously, she saw the silver-haired girl in gothic dress leaning quietly against the big tree, the tongue of fire behind her back licking and kissing the corner of her skirt, and she didn't know where to look in the sky with her empty eyes.

It seems like an innocent sacrifice being sentenced to death.

The tombstones are neatly arranged, and a sad and desolate atmosphere envelopes the entire cemetery.

A wheelchair slowly turned out from behind the gray tombstone, and a dry and deep laughter overflowed from the old hunter's throat, "Finally remember?"

It was still an old and worn-out black overcoat, and the pale hair was in stark contrast to the black bowler hat.Geman was sitting in a wheelchair, holding the crutch in his hand, looking directly at Wen Shuo with eagle-like sharp eyes, with invisible majesty and aura flowing out.

"Thanks to your care, I found a brain." Wen Shuo looked back unceremoniously, his back straightened.

In a blink of an eye, the cane was drawn out of its sheath like a sharp sword, and in an instant it shot out the blade and stabbed at Wen Shuo, wrapping a strong murderous aura and slantingly slashing towards her throat.

Like a phantom, like morning dew, like thunder, like a star disappearing in an instant.

"Zheng..." A black dagger arrived at one breath, firmly blocking Geman's sudden blow.

Wen Shuo flipped his wrist, took advantage of the momentum to block the cane, and at the same time followed the trajectory of his right hand, twisted his waist, and pulled out the scythe on his back with his left hand, blocking the first attack from the old hunter with a clang. Second hit.

"Old man, you are not kind."

Geman snorted and retracted his cane, and the murderous aura disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Not bad." He commented.

"I thought you would be swallowed or bewitched by that guy, but I didn't expect..." Just like him back then.He gave Wen Shuo a meaningful look.

Wen Shuo rubbed his chin, thinking that the old man probably knew what he was doing, so he just squatted down in front of him, "After all, I am a 'caster' and not a 'hunter'. Now you always check the goods Do you want to get rid of it, or do you want to get rid of it?"

They all understood that this dream was out of control, and Geman, as the agent of the Moon God, had lost the value of existence, either he was hacked to death by Wen Shuo in a short while, or he hacked Wen Shuo to death and then was abandoned by the fit New Moon God.

But now it seems that the chance of Wen Shuo hacking him to death is relatively high, and death is the best way to escape.

Wen Shuo felt that Geman would definitely not want to continue working for nothing under Luna, so it might be a good choice for her to end everything.

And that's the only way to turn fate around.

Geman, however, slowly revealed a smile, which contained three points of ridicule, two points of relief, one point of indifference, and some inexplicable feelings mixed in it.

He has been forced to be an agent for too long, deviated from his original intention and ideal, day after day looking for new power for the gods, experiencing endless blood moon reincarnation again and again, watching the creatures with sane Each dies, but in the end the only thing that remains unchanged is yourself.

He was already tired of such days that were not miserable but could not give birth to hope.

But there happened to be a variable in front of him—perhaps it was the only variable in the long time before his soul died, so why did he continue to stick to being confined here?

"Let's do it," Geman said indifferently, "...Also, remember to treat her kindly."

"Of course." Wen Shuo knew who this "she" was referring to. She narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced sideways at the doll. Only for the mission entrusted by others."

Even the dolls that are made are dolls with thoughts and emotions, and they are not much different from ordinary humans except for their body structure.

Having reached a tacit agreement with Geman, Wen Shuo brushed the grass off his legs, stood up and swung his sickle, saying, "Come on, I will live up to my promise."

The old hunter chuckled twice, raised his eyes, and slowly stood up from the wheelchair with his legs slightly apart.

——He was not a broken scrap metal.

At this moment, he who stood upright was more like a magic weapon than the weapon in his hand.

Wen Shuo wasn't surprised by this, but she couldn't help being fascinated—the old hunter in front of her who had gone through vicissitudes but still had her sword reminded her of a certain elder who was also bloody.

"Tonight, Geman will leave the hunting ground...and never return." The voice of the last hunter was indiscriminate, "The next battlefield belongs to you."

Wen Shuo let out a casual "hmm", stood beside him, raised the knife and dropped it.

The snow-white flowers were dyed red by the bleak blood, as if soaked in the color of the blood moon in the sky.Everything is red now—the blood on the ground, the fire, the moon in the sky.

After pushing the wheelchair aside, Wen Shuo picked up the seemingly unpretentious cane, wiped off the blood on it little by little, then gently put it on the old hunter's hand, and slowly backed away.

Out of the corner of her eye, the Victorian-style skirt fluttered, and she bowed to Geman as a salute, then picked up her scythe and turned to leave.

A blood moon hangs alone in the sky, and a slender and elegant black shadow descends slowly in the scarlet sky, becoming clearer and clearer as it approaches the ground.

It's just that it's not the hair that is flowing, but the tentacles of the Moon God, which look particularly ferocious in the bleak moonlight.The cold and smooth luster is like a soft poisonous snake spitting out in the night, but the tentacle layer also takes into account the coldness and hardness of the copper and iron magic weapon.

Compared with it, Wen Shuo is really not tall enough, or in other words, too small; even if she straightened that huge silver sickle, its length would not be as long as a piece of flying meat.

But what does it matter?

Luna, who has a human-like body skeleton—and only has skeletons, descends slowly, and stands opposite Wen Shuo, and an invisible huge pressure like a mountain slowly permeates.

Wen Shuo stared at Luna's body with burning eyes, mainly at one of the tufts of squid tendrils on the top of its giant mouthparts...

If she reads it right, the shape and color composition of that one is a bit different, isn't it? !

She carefully looked at the black and white tentacle that looked a bit like an Oreo for a moment, and asked, "Did you...did you eat something incredible?"

[If you are referring to the so-called 72 Demon God Pillars, that's right. 】Moon God’s cold mental fluctuations fluttered up and down with its dancing tentacles,【The so-called Solomon’s demon god is nothing more than that...but it is still useful to give people true knowledge. 】

Wen Shuo fell silent with complicated emotions.

Listen to this tasting testimonial...

Is the Demon God Pillar edible? ? ?

【If Solomon himself came, there might be an extraordinary surprise...】

"Okay, you shut up." Wen Shuo simply interrupted it.You still want to play Solomon's idea?

Although she didn't know which pillar the poor demon god was killed, Wen Shuo was not interested in exploring it, and she even regretted wondering why it wasn't Professor Leif who descended.It would be great if that nasty man was [beeped] by Luna.

Probably the Demon God Pillar was also used for his own use, or maybe the Moon God knew that it would be impossible to use only the spirit body, so he personally went into battle.This is a tough fight.

Kem—the third pillar of the demon god, can make people understand animal language and give people true knowledge.

Although "True Knowledge" can't help much in the actual battle, the light cannon ejection function attached to it is still there, and whenever Wen Shuo is close to swinging the sickle, it will eject a bright beam of light, making her Had to dodge frequently.

The strong wind was like a knife, cutting every inch of land under the blood moon. The fighting rhythm of the two was quite lively, and every knife and cannon were extremely fast.

While the blood was soaring, Wen Shuo narrowed the distance from Luna inch by inch, and saw the timing to attack its tentacles continuously. Even if it couldn't be completely cut off, a large piece would be cut off, and a scythe with burning magic was attached. Exuding azure-golden brilliance.

And within the range invisible to the naked eye, the pulling and fighting of mental power never stopped, and the invisible shouting and fighting were like water boiling to the extreme, without stopping for a moment.

Wen Shuo used the fighting skills he had learned all his life to the extreme - he could only live, not die!

"Call Magical Girl Melly-chan, call Melly-chan."

Her pupils also turned into blue-gold, with a faint red light, "I can remove the shield now, are you there?"

The aura that belonged exclusively to the quasi-crown came in forcefully, and Mei Lin's voice made Wen Shuo feel like heaven: "Master, you finally think of the poor empty-nest old man. It's really lonely to be alone."

He could neither advance nor retreat, and he watched Dou Dizhu and Monopoly silently for a long time...

How lonely, how heartbroken.

Wen Shuo twitched the corner of his mouth: "Do you need everyone to raise money to give you a few bottles of melatonin?"

The cool magic power seeped into this space, and beautiful flowers gradually bloomed on the land that was scorched black by the fire and even turned into ashes—different from the original bleak pure white, the newly grown plants were delicate and vibrant. , crowded and spread towards the battlefield.

"Find an opportunity to break in by yourself, and pay attention to keeping a good balance." Wen Shuo turned around and raised his knife to block the flying pieces of meat, "I can't care about you now."

"Oh, don't worry~ Magic Meili is omnipotent☆"

This space is originally a game between the two armies, and now it has entered a stage of intense stalemate. Suddenly, a third-party force wants to intervene, which will definitely break the balance, and the consequences will be completely unpredictable.

According to Wen Shuo's words, two major viruses were fighting each other in a computer, and suddenly a third virus was released. There is no doubt that this will only speed up the collapse of the system.

What Wen Shuo needs most is time. If she can't kill him before she and the other party are fully attuned, then...

The thorny tentacles "brushed" and left red marks on her neck, Wen Shuo's eyes grew colder, and he rolled on the spot to avoid the light cannon.

It won't work like this, the opponent has long-range and close-up, which is quite unfavorable for me who can only fight close-up.

"Damn it!" She jumped a few times to avoid a series of shots, and finally recovered after retreating a certain distance.But in this way, she returned to the confrontation state at the beginning, and her calculation of fighting close to each other was instantly invalidated.

At this time, a clear and soft female voice sounded from behind Wen Shuo: "Do you need help?"

Wen Shuo was taken aback, then turned his head quickly, and caught a glimpse of the silver-haired doll girl blinking her big eyes at her, and said softly, "Good caster, do you want the golden cannon or the silver cannon?" What about it?" She raised her hands together, holding two simple cannon barrels with dark flowers printed on them.

Wen Shuo: ...

Sister, does your line sound familiar, but also has a lot of trouble?

The girl was still watching her quietly and gently, as if she was at a ball rather than a battlefield.

"That's right." Wen Shuo slowly showed his shining white teeth, "If you can't fight melee, then go long-distance."

The cemetery was still a dream, as long as it was a dream, Wen Shuo would be able to rival the Moon God in terms of spiritual power, at least he would never be suppressed.

A blue light flickered, and a shoulder-fired bazooka appeared in her hand.She vigorously put the cannon barrel on her shoulder, her shoulders sank, and she shouted loudly while running: "Eat me an Armstrong whirling jet Armstrong cannon—"

The blue light flickered frequently on the hand, and the magic used to strengthen and infuse magic power was attached to the cannon barrel, and there was a faint glimmer of light on the complicated lines.

As the light cannons countered, Wen Shuo was almost slipped and fell to the ground by the strong wind.

"Master, are you still alive?" A slightly decadent male voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Wen Shuo was stunned: "Hey, Robin, how did you get in here?" She paused when she got up on the ground, and suddenly felt a fresh breath approaching her from behind, and then she lightened——

A beam of light blasted past them.

"I found the Blood Queen in the Blood Castle..." The archer who hadn't seen him for a long time dodged lightly with Wen Shuo in his arms, the sea of ​​flowers swaying around him, towering trees grew rapidly among the clusters of flowers, Yingying Branches hang down from the green awning, and Robin Hood walks through the branches and leaves with one arm around his master, swinging like Tarzan of the apes.

"Very good!" His master supported his arm vigorously, and his body was raised a bit in his arms.Wen Shuo ordered: "Keep at this speed, I won't be able to aim any faster."

Archer felt his arm sink, he glanced up in some surprise, his hand almost slipped with such a glance.

"What is that in your hand?"

"Armstrong Whirling Jet Armstrong Cannon~"

The joyful voice rippling, Wen Shuo's heroic voice was drowned in the sound of the cannon.

"boom!"

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