With too many knives, I was forced to save the world

Chuya Nakahara's first impression of the black-haired boy in front of him was not good.

His eyes are too deep, and Zhong Yuanzhong can't see anything from them.

And even if he used an honorific title, his expression and attitude were clearly devoid of respect and sincerity, and he even spoke in his too-standard Japanese, but this still couldn't change the fact that he looked like a pure foreigner.

Reason told him that the person in front of him must know this guy, but Zhongyuan Zhong didn't want to hand him over under uncertain circumstances. After all, taking a step back, this guy is very useful to him now, no matter what Is it "adults", or the understanding of this place.

Zhong Yuanzhong just doesn't bother to use him.

Uh... It's definitely not because he's afraid of being reversed by him.

"Don't you want to..." The black-haired boy put his finger on the side of his lips, as if he was about to bite him in the next second. This seemed to be some kind of small habit, and he did it very naturally and involuntarily, "Then But it's a bit difficult..."

"But that's okay……"

After Fyodor paused for a while, he took out a shining object from the cloak.

Probably because the light of this thing was too dazzling, even Zhongyuan Zhongye squinted his eyes, and after two seconds of getting used to it, Zhongyuan Zhongye could see clearly that it was a gem.

As clear as ice and snow, it looks like a diamond in texture, and its shape is irregular.

"Shata's heart?!"

Zhong Yuanzhong also blurted out.

The truth of the incident is almost emerging...

It turns out that the gem was indeed moved.

His first reaction was to snatch it, but before he touched it, he was bounced off by the invisible barrier. He changed his posture and pinched the white-haired boy back. His intuition told him that if he tried to snatch it, the consequences would be even more terrifying than now.

But Fyodor was unaffected.

"...This is the root of pain, a cry that cannot be washed away."

He dragged the gem in his palm, and raised it slightly upwards.

His face looked fairer and more transparent under the light.

The gem escaped from his palm and floated in mid-air.

And the moment the brilliance of that gemstone appeared, Zhong Yuanzhong felt the ground under his feet start to shake, the already wanton snowflakes began to fall even more crazily, the surrounding sounds began to be pulled away, and the scene in front of him was gradually swept away by the snow. rise, cover.

Zhong Yuanzhong also raised his hand to cover the snow.

The white-haired boy half leaned on his arms so as not to slip off, and his white cloak was rolled up with the howling approaching wind and snow.

Zhong Yuan even kindly helped him grab the cloak.

Fyodor just smiled slightly, but there was nothing in those eyes, not even the gems that were so bright as to be imprinted in his eyes.

He naturally saw Zhongyuan Zhongye's little action of helping the young man press down the cloak, and frowned in displeasure, but he was not caught in the heavy snow.

"……what are you going to do."

Zhongyuan Zhong also covered the wind and snow with one hand, his voice sounded a little fuzzy, the ground under his feet was shaking, the violent wind and snow almost covered the light emitted by those supernatural abilities, and only this too bright gemstone was left in front of his eyes. The brilliance that almost blinds people's eyes.

Fyodor smiled silently.

And the beam of supernatural power erupted by Arnoff also noticed that Shata's heart grew exponentially in an instant, as if entering a state of rage.

The light spots rolled up snowflakes and scattered, like countless fireflies gathered and then went to their direction.

"Ugh...!"

In the Central Plains, the cries of people who were engulfed and burned by the light spots were also heard, one after another.

His colleagues, his subordinates... even the people from the Shata organization fell down.

The snow mountain collapsed, and the ground cracked inch by inch and then recovered. The snow that had been trampled on the feet quickly rose to engulf the calf...and then the knee.

Raising his head, the huge, soaring beam of light not far away exudes a radiance that symbolizes destruction. Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the black-haired boy passing by him at a fast speed when he was avoiding the light spot. The young man who was also in his arms hugged him, twisted his body slightly, and pulled the cloak, only to see that there was only a deep hole left on the shoulder penetrated by his light. A bone damaged by complete devouring.

The container bred by extracting human genes and cells is exactly the same as human beings, and the difference cannot be discerned with eyesight, but the only difference is that the juvenile's body is a consumable with a "shelf life".

Because it is not absolutely perfect, this body can be regarded as a semi-mechanical product. It did not shed blood when it was injured, but it was temporarily dormant because of the damage.

Fyodor straightened the boy's cloak again.

With the background of the collapsed barriers like the end of the world, he is like a puppeteer intoxicated with his supreme ideal, playing with the puppet with snow-white hair and delicate and flawless face.

"...You really don't let me worry."

He murmured under his breath.

White concealed their figures, and then swallowed them.

……

Zhong Yuanzhong also didn't choose to chase that boy, he only had this glistening gem in front of him, half floating in the air.

He didn't know whether it was an auditory hallucination or what information was received and transmitted by the brain, he vaguely heard a low cry like weeping.

Then...there is only this gem in front of me.

The combination of the barren snow and the shaking of the earth and the boundless snow surrounding him are intertwined, and it is true that in the Central Plains, nothing can be seen clearly except this gem that is close at hand.

Shata's heart.

The root and core of everything.

Zhong Yuanzhong also knew that if he wanted to stop all this, he could only start from the "heart".

A dark red light had already glowed on his body, supporting his balance and stability.

How to do……

what to do.

Can't get close, and even get bounced away.

So why was that foreigner able to touch it... Zhong Yuanzhong also began to frantically recall the details of the meeting just now.

That's too late--

Zhong Yuanzhong also shouted: "Are you going to destroy this place?!"

His blue eyes were staring at the heart.

But after these words fell, the speed of the wind and snow rolled up was even more rampant and raging.

Accompanied by more and more clear and piercing wailing...

"It's time to wake up."

Fyodor's voice sounded slowly. He was standing in the snow hut where the boy had brought Zhongya Zhongya before, and he put the boy on the only bed.

It seems that the hustle and bustle outside the house has nothing to do with them, and it seems that the roof is a false projection because it cannot bear a little bit of cracked ice bricks.

The boy still fell into a state of self-protection very quietly.

Fyodor thought about it, took out an injection, and injected the boy with a slightly jerky technique.

This is repair fluid, but the young man is too lazy to put it on himself. He thinks that whatever is broken can be repaired as long as he goes back, and there is no need to repair himself outside.

This is too much trouble.

Of course, the most important thing is that he prefers those medicines with strange effects, but he can't take them all, so he can only discard some that he doesn't like.

Just like recharging a power-off facility, the boy woke up quickly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Fyodor standing at the door. His cloak was rolled up by the wind outside the house and flew backwards. He turned his head slightly when he heard some movement, and his calm expression was still on his face. smile.

"How does it feel?"

"...Well, it's actually not bad."

Fyodor turned his head back again.

His figure and the cloak covered almost everything, and from the perspective of the young man, he couldn't see the scenery outside the house.

"Do you know another version of the story that goes around here?"

Fyodor's voice was a little ethereal.

"Like a ballad, and a black ballad."

He chuckled lightly.

The teenager blinked, and then asked, "...what?"

"Everyone thinks that Tasha is a great supernatural power user. She exchanged her own death for a peaceful city."

"But ah, defense alone is not enough."

The white-haired boy didn't understand, he hesitated and asked, "So..."

"So Chiano, the person in power here, thought of a way."

"They use the gradual decline of the organization as an excuse to hide the deepest wealth they have accumulated in the early years, the huge batch of rough stones as bait, attracting people from various organizations to come and trade."

Fyodor chuckled and talked about the twists and turns hidden behind his back.

He turned sideways and stood back inside the room again, and the young man also saw the shocking beam of light and countless floating light spots in the distance from the door facing the outside.

"...Then, there will be such a **** scene."

"It's just that this is the only time that it really involves the heart."

Fyodor frowned.

"Oh……"

The boy seemed to understand.

"It means that they want to swallow the bargaining chips brought by the people who come to trade, right?"

This is the same as he imagined at the beginning.

Nothing new.

"Yes... and besides the wealth on the surface, those people with supernatural powers who came here are more important "nutrition".Just as many people would describe this place as a living fortress...to live, human beings need food to live, and you need to constantly upgrade hardware, software and maintenance to live...to live here, you also need to provide nutrition for the heart. "

"But these are not what I want to tell you."

Fyodor approached the young man and stood in front of him. The other party was sitting on the bed in a casual posture. Seeing Fyodor approaching, he just looked up at him.

"The meaning of existence here is protection, not plunder."

"I heard the sound of sin flowing into the veins leading to the heart."

"Having trampled on the beliefs I wanted to protect, and crowned with countless sins, this fortress wants to bury everything."

"I gave her the ability to resist."

He is like a god giving foolish people a chance to repent and redeem their sins.

"She was alive all the time, her breath sustained by her deep, strong love."

The boy seemed to understand Fyodor's words.

He stood up.

"Does Fei Jia mean that you want me to enjoy this wonderful scene with you?"

He raised his head slightly, with the gleam in his eyes still not fading, "...well, I really envy her, for being able to live in this way for her guardian belief."

"...It would be great if I could live like this. This is a more heroic and brilliant life than walking around the world with a body."

"Okay."

"Eh?"

Fyodor looked at the boy's slightly widened eyes, and his expression softened a bit.

"First, get a name."

"It's as if the people here changed the name of the organization because of Tasha's death. The name represents a symbol and sustenance."

"Then...would Fedya choose one for me?"

"No...you'll find it yourself."

That's all Fyodor said.

The teenager will break free from the shackles by himself, and then reproduce completely.

He would have been happy to accept him as he was then.

While they were talking for a short while, the boy and Fyodor saw a dark red light rising from the ground.

He flew straight towards the beam of light.

Accompanied by the ice-colored glow of the heart.