Wang Wang's dream color

The sharp whistling...crying...accompanied by clusters of blooming and withering blood-colored flowers, together with this dark world...shaking!Shock!

In front of her eyes were scattered sparks and tidbits, Ying Nai was slightly distracted, but step by step she seemed to be tempted towards the place where the screams were the most bleak and the flowers were the most beautiful...

there... what's there!

The swirling black and white lights and shadows are broken frame by frame... Slowly falling down like broken pieces of paper, so many that it almost fascinates Sakurano's sight as she looks towards the shocking place...

The darkness that was supposed to extend to no end is now collapsing little by little...

Countless light spots are like fireflies blooming at the last moment in the dark night...flickering all over the sky, almost like rain.

The blood-colored vines that looked like burning were in full bloom... coquettishly stretched out, tightly entwining the two figures hidden in the light of fireflies.

Those are two slender bodies embracing each other closely, with exactly the same face, but exuding diametrically opposed expressions—like the gathering of daylight and night, the intertwining of angels and demons.

The strange and mournful screams and wailing were accompanied by the shock of the entire dark world.

A large number of blooming and withered blood-colored petals drifted away one after another, like a grand flower funeral, almost covering the two of them.

But at this moment, the two bodies that had closed their eyes together and fell into a deep sleep both moved slightly.

Just when Sakura moved to their side little by little, and set her surprised eyes on those two faces that were exactly the same as herself...

The long eyelashes twitched slightly, against the tragic background...they opened their eyes.

——"Sakura, you're here."

The corners of her lips were raised lightly, it was a pure white and innocent smile like an angel...

——"Hecate...you're here..."

The brows are raised lightly, looking carelessly...a trace of extremely dangerous and seductive temptation...

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Two eyes look at it at the same time.

But... a completely different tone and expression.

The pure white angel is smiling...

Dark demons... are tempting.

Are you...calling her?

who is she.

Surrounded by pieces of emptiness and darkness that are beginning to shatter, petals swirl, light and shadow are noisy...

She staggered for a moment, seeing the two mutually exclusive but inseparable figures colliding with each other, uttering diametrically opposite words in an extremely tacit understanding... falling into great confusion and panic.

- "Should I go?"

The angel smiled slightly, like sadness is also joyful sadness...

——"Why... this should be my world..."

The devil also smiled, but it was a trace of sadness and hatred...extremely unwilling and bitter...

At the same time, they looked at Ying Nao, who was ruthless, motionless and ignorant, who was at a loss at the moment.

It also seems to look through her... not far away, or in the distant past...

That true... original figure.

Sakura turned her head and looked at the only light source that remained calm amidst the shock.

A halo of star dots lingers softly in the air, and in the constantly fragmented dark sky, there are light and flickering colors floating slightly...

The recumbent figure looming behind the blurred wall of light... is clearer than ever...

As if... as long as you walk over and touch again, you can break the last barrier...

After that...what the hell...

"Come..."

The vague and illusory voice finally rang in Sakurano's ear who was looking helplessly...

As if pressing some hidden final switch, her unwavering eyes and heart finally began to be like this dark world...causing a huge shock...

Countless emotions and lights and shadows crowded into her heart...constantly bombarding the last...open door in the depths of her consciousness.

Pieces of broken dark colors are swaying, swirling together with the sea of ​​flowers with big petals and petals that withered like a funeral...

Surrounded by the last countless stars that lingered and had nowhere to rest, all of them rushed into her body, her eyes were wide open and she was already dazed!

Legs trembling uncontrollably...

But it seems to be bewitched by something like fate...

Ying Nai faced the overwhelming flowers and sharp dark colors step by step...step by step with difficulty and firmness...to the place where the illusory voice sounded.

"what..."

On the high platform, in the sea of ​​flames, the slightly trembling figure groaned softly...

Sakura's hand holding the center of her eyebrows twitched slightly like a convulsion, her long hair hanging down covered her face, but she could hear her suffering at the moment from the moan full of pain.

The black fire that was still burning on the stage last second gradually retracted with her intermittent moaning, like a pure black vortex wrapped her up little by little, like layers of flower buds gathered...pure black, like a nightmare.

On the court, there was an almost terrifying silence...

Everyone looked at the flower of flames that contained infinite and terrifying power in silence, and the moaning that gradually weakened in the invisible painting echoed in their ears... It seemed that they were waiting for something. ..unknown changes...

creepy...

how?

Bai, who was watching quietly on the opposite side, noticed the slightly tense consciousness of "Mute Language", which was its alert reaction, with a slight smile on his face, and asked a question from the bottom of his heart.

It's okay, it's just... the suppression of instinct.

"Mute language" shook his head slightly, but the answer from the bottom of his heart was words that made Bai look sideways.

suppress...

The snow-like smile on his face remained undiminished, but the indifference in his eyes from beginning to end gradually deepened at this moment.

Others may know little about it, but he himself knows that his power is not simply a tangible power that can make his power feel suppressed...

There was a gleam of light in the deep water color of the white eyes.

That means...

"She is coming back."

In the deepest and darkest corner of the spectator stand, in the corner far away from the spotlight high platform, on the empty seat, he stared at the pure black flower that was about to bloom on the stage, gently raving.

"finally..."

"On the day I return... I will bring...judgment..."

Every step towards that flickering light and shadow is accompanied by the collapse of the dark world inch by inch behind. Among the countless flying flower shadows and colors, that slightly hoarse, illusory voice intermittently... like a demon... lingering...

Finally... Sakura Nao's surprisingly bright eyes reflecting the entire chaotic world froze, and there was a trace of involuntary trembling hidden in her standing steps.

She stretched out her hand like a demon, and her trembling fingertips touched the thin light curtain hidden behind the heavy light spots in front of her...

In an instant, the entire dark world behind her collapsed... everything turned into a howling storm and attacked her mind from behind...

In an instant...the last light curtain bloomed...something exploded in my ears!

In the empty darkness, the pure black storm and the stars condensed by thousands of light spots poured into the body of Sakura floating in the air, and the blurry figure hidden behind the last light curtain moved slightly, It was as if he held her tightly in his arms...

The ethereal singing sounded...

It seems to have started——

The final... ceremony...

"Buzz-hum"

In the silence, the air faintly began to vibrate, the quietly burning flirtatious flower bud trembled slightly, and the frightening humming sounded continuously in the silence.

Visible to the naked eye, every petal condensed from the black fire from the outside to the inside is slightly shaking and trembling...

As if, in the next second...the flowers will bloom.

In the huge arena, clusters of shadows swayed in the dark spectator seats, and the silence turned into a terrifying silence, reflecting the strange and heart-shattering scene on the high platform illuminated by the strong light in the middle.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

He was sitting in the darkest corner not far from the high platform, his eyes were glued to the black fire that was burning brightly, his ears were accompanied by the constant buzzing sound, but the black and white picture was blurred in front of his eyes like ink. There was a night of heavy rain and thunder.

"Do you regret it?"

The roaring thunder and the torrential rain mixed into the humming sound that shook people's hearts, and he heard the words that someone had asked about him again.

For that night, the night that changed so many people, the night that reversed the trajectory of your life, have you ever regretted it?

The trembling on that stage became more and more intense, his eyes were focused, and the dark color deep in the bottom of his eyes was deep and bright.

regret.

He closed his eyes forcefully, and sighed slightly... The flickering light flickered at his fingertips and settled down, glowing with an extremely cold bright color.

Nearly two thousand days and nights.

He...regrets.

But in just a few moments when he was lost in thought, there was a sudden change on the stage!

Bai stared at the group of black flames that surrounded Sakura, as if something was brewing, for a long while, at the moment when the humming sound became louder and louder, he did not wait quietly—but—had action!

Bai raised his hand, and the person next to him who was transformed into a human figure, who was exactly the same as him, also raised his hand, but the hand of "Mute Yu" glowed with gleam.

The pure white color rises from the darkness in all directions, and slowly condenses in the hands of the "mute"—concentrating the light into a blade——the slender and sharp lightsaber is held in the hand, gorgeous and cold.

Bai looked at the group of black spark buds that seemed to be immersed in the long-term brewing before the flower bloomed, an unpredictable light flashed in his eyes, and there was still a beautiful smile like the snowy mountains on his face.

He raised his hand and smiled...

"Mute language" raised the sword, and what opened in his eyes was the cold light reflected from the sword.

He split off the beautiful hand that held nothing.

And his momentum that followed like a shadow-"Mute Words" slashed... that cold and extremely sharp sword!

A huge sword shadow appeared, glowing with icy pure white brilliance, downwards—from the huge high platform—slashing down—inch by inch approaching the "buzzing" trembling black fire flower that was about to bloom!

"he!"

Seeing this, Samuel, who had been silently watching from the audience, jumped up and stood up, staring straight at Bai who was moving on the stage, almost speechless in shock.

"How could he interrupt at such a time!"

Samuel gritted his teeth angrily, and stared at Bai angrily, with a trace of haze on his angelic face.

"Is he afraid?"

Seeing his impatience and anxiety, Yachuan shook his head, but there was no worry in his eyes.

"Afraid? Do you need me to remind you?."

Yagawa looked at Samael with a bloody smile on his lips.

"In these years, you have fought nearly a hundred battles with him, have you... ever won?"

Ignoring Samael's somewhat dissatisfied but silent and angry expression, Yagawa flicked the clear wall of the wine glass in his hand, with a playful tone.

"Should I interrupt...or release?"

He murmured, murmurs muffled by a loud roar...

"Ah... ah ah!" "Jie jie jie... ah..."......

The sword light is like snow, the pure white color melts with the coquettish burning black fire, and the moment it touches it - the sharp whistling sound mixed with the wailing sound as if leaping from the depths of hell exploded in everyone's ears!

The gigantic sword shadow bit by bit into the violently turbulent black fire...

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