The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Amid the icy and piercing screams of the dark monster, the black-haired youth opened his eyes wide and froze there.

Slowly, as if knocked down by too cruel reality, Cain's head drooped unbearably, like a dying swan.

Except for Abaddon, no one could clearly see Cain's facial expression at this time, but the black-haired young man held the ornament tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging until blood gushed from his fingers.

——————The rough edge of the jewelry cut his finger.

"........."

Abaddon, who watched all this from the void, even suspected that if someone touched Cain's shoulder at this moment, he would collapse like a snowman who touched the first ray of sunlight, fall into the mud, and irreversibly melt into a puddle. cold water.

But beyond Abaddon's expectation, a few seconds later, Cain stood up unsteadily from the half of the corpse.

The black-haired young man's eyes were red, his face was so pale that it was heartbreaking, and he was unconsciously holding Barry's wedding ornaments with only the frame in his hands.

In front of him, the terrible and huge shadow of "Nova" completely covered a third of the devastated battlefield in the valley, and the corpses that were melted, trampled, and broken into several pieces lay quietly in the pus produced by it. In the pond, it seemed that there had just been a hailstorm in the sky, and they were fishes that were unfortunately swept here and fell unconscious.

———— But the truth is far more cruel than a hailstorm.

The virtual energy repaired the damaged flesh and blood of the black-haired youth layer by layer, and the red was covered with white bones again, and was completely corroded by Cain's action of diving into the pus without hesitation and pulling out the corpses one by one.

"........."

As if he had lost his sense of pain, the black-haired young man searched desperately, and almost effortlessly, he recognized everything familiar in his memory.

—————The hands with special calluses are the hands of Pontius. As a carpenter, his hands have deep calluses on the index and middle fingers.

——————Meddy’s cloak is woven by the golden thread given by the gods, which can be burned and soaked without deformation. No matter what it goes through, it will not be easily damaged. Therefore, when it appears in the pus, Cain only needed to wipe it a few times to recognize this particular piece of clothing.

—————— Children’s toys, jewelry and clothes for adults, some are enough to evoke Cain’s memories, and some look very new, it seems that the age of these items is gradually approaching, until it is seamlessly integrated with the current era .

Oddly enough, all the corpses remained in a pale and cold state, like burnt ashes, dead leaves that had been frozen for a winter on the treetops by snow.

———————It also seems to be a decoration where the flow of time has been frozen by something.

While identifying the corpses of all the people in the village one by one, the black-haired young man, who was completely exhausted, knelt on the ground with a numb expression, holding all the things he saved from the pus pond in his hands.

"........."

Barry's wedding present, Maitie's cloak, Pontius' chisel... Some of these things are worn out, but they all represent the real lives behind them.

All of them had really gotten along with Cain, they were living people who lived in the same village with him, drank the sweet water from the river, and celebrated a festival together.

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 70%]

The synchronization rate of Gabriel in the distance has begun to drop, and the desire to destroy the oracle in his body gradually subsides as he seriously injured the monster every time.

Enduring his headache, the archangel raised his head and indifferently observed the black-haired youth's every move.

"You killed them."

Holding all the things that carried the memories of the past in his hand, Cain murmured in despair, "So, the time restriction set up in the village...it is so well preserved...was it also you who did it?"

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 50%]

The dark monster as huge as a mountain peak could no longer understand what its master was saying, and it lay on the spot indifferently.

"When you set those restrictions, were you waiting for me to go back?"

When he said these words, the voice of the black-haired young man trembled and finally choked, "But why—why do you think I need these—I don’t hate them——I never hated them , even a god—”

Having said this, Cain suddenly stopped.

"God..." he asked softly in disbelief, "didn't he stop you?"

[Synchronization degree of the wings of the holy spirit: 30%]

The corrupted swarthy monster did not answer the question.

————But Abaddon, who was standing in the void, and Gabriel, who had fought this monster, were keenly aware that something was wrong.

—————In the myths and legends thousands of years ago, where did the "god" end up?

A most unlikely guess emerged from the depths of Abaddon's heart.

The Lord of Hell raised his hand, typed a message on the light screen, and sent it to Gabriel.

[Is it possible that this little monster swallowed up the "God"? 】

The Archangel's message was sent back quickly, just one word.

【Have. 】

Gabriel replied.

On the other side of the valley, Cain frowned in pain.

The virtual energy has restored the black-haired young man's hands to their original appearance. Instead of stroking the monster's dark and rotten body like he did at the beginning, he raised his head and looked at the monster's body that covered the sky.

"What are you thinking? Do I still have a chance to know? Nova, you are no longer my Nova..."

The black-haired young man muttered to himself, not knowing whether he was stating or persuading himself, "You are... a monster now."

When the name was called, the monster's throat reflexively let out a grunt.

The wounds on its body have begun to heal, and the black air visible to the naked eye floats from the void to the monster's dark body, reconstituting its damaged flesh and blood, even under the influence of the Archangel's holy light weapon, this recovery has become quite slow .

The aura it created was almost like a funnel, in which all the black air floated and rolled, like a black-gray tornado hovering in the sky, until it finally fell into the monster's open mouth and fangs.

In the void, the ruler of hell stretched out his hand and touched the sticky black air.

A moment later, there was a cold gleam in his gold-green eye, scary enough that anyone who met Abaddon couldn't look him in the face.

"I see." He said softly.

—————A long time ago, Abaddon had this question: where will the malice created by the laboratory eventually flow?

They created surveillance eyes, and in order to locate and find Sisley's whereabouts, those surveillance eyes would continuously create more sources of pollution, but Abaddon didn't see a polluted world everywhere.

Until now, the ruler of hell has finally found the source of this "cleanliness".

——————— All malice was given to this huge gatekeeper monster guarding the black stele.

"What are you doing?"

Cain also noticed the black mist, and the black-haired youth urgently stretched out his hand, trying to prevent the black mist from entering Nova's body.

In an instant, the flesh and blood on his wrist "chucked" and burned. This time, there was no smell of pus to cover it up. While the blood was dripping, the dark monster sensed the smell sensitively, and immediately stopped inhaling black. The movement of the fog made an incomparably sharp cry.

———————— It seemed that someone was coming to hurt its master again, so its entire huge body trembled with rage, and the slender tentacles like parasites burst out, constantly whipping the air, opening Their tiny, jagged teeth.

With their sharpness and vigilance, it is not difficult to imagine that when they encounter a strange aura that does not belong here, they will directly tear the opponent into bloody pieces.

As time went by, Nova was going crazy, and it was still its instinct to abide by the contract with Cain, even though this devil's creation had forgotten what the "master" really was for a long time.

"........."

The black-haired young man stood where he was, staring blankly at the monster going crazy.

His eyes were flushed, he pursed the corners of his lips, and stared at the pet he raised with a completely strange and sad gaze.

——————— It is no longer the sweet cat that will happily rush up to greet him when he comes home, nor is it the one that will jump on his lap and have a good sleep there A little furball for an afternoon nap.

This monster is now a thin skin filled with resentment and obsession, because of an irreversible tragedy a thousand years ago.

————— It wasn’t its fault at the beginning, but its decisions were wrong every step of the way.

"I'm here, Nova."

Cain was stunned for only a few seconds, and soon, he slowly approached the monster that was constantly crashing in the pus pond, and whispered, "Don't go crazy... I'm here, I didn't abandon you ,sorry."

————— The monster panted heavily, slowly calmed down, and sat back in the pus pond it had created.

Cain stretched out his hand, stroking the monster's tattered skin jerky, with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Nova..."

He said with difficulty, "It's my fault that you became like this. As your master, I left you in advance."

The nature of Tujriko is to live by absorbing emotions. They are fed and raised by emotions, but Tujriko who was raised by the villagers eat carefully selected emotions, such as happiness, sadness, love or pain, and alone The wandering Nova has no selection process, it swallows whatever it encounters.

As a result, when Nova slaughtered these villagers, its body was also continuously absorbing their emotions and strength, until its body was filled with all the most negative and terrible emotions in the world, like a moving ball source of decay.

The more it rots, the more it kills; the more it kills, the more it rots.

"Nova...Nova..."

The black-haired young man looked at the huge monster from hell, and weakly shouted in a low voice.

The tears that had been held back for a long time slid down his cheeks again, and the wet traces flashed past the corner of his chin.

Cain's eyes were red, and he slowly reached into the pocket of the windbreaker, grabbing something inside.

In the sun, silver light flashed.

The black-haired young man turned his wrist flexibly, and at lightning speed, he sent it into the monster's unsuspecting heart, and picked out the heart from it—the rotten, sore, but still beating black heart. heart.

"sorry."

Cain finally spoke softly.