Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Can't win.

Such a conclusion appeared in the eyes of Charlotte, who had seen through the veins of the golden soul power, and made the girl slightly widen her eyes. People were coming and going on the deck, and the sound of dense artillery fire became one piece. Charlotte turned her head slightly amidst the noise. , looking at the side face of the boy beside him.

In the trance when the catastrophe is imminent, Charlotte seems to see the future of the two people, the happiness and tranquility of daily life, the noise and freedom of traveling together, the blessings of the elders, the flowers and love of the wedding, and the possible birth of the two people in the future. little life.

But unfortunately, these are just fantasies, which will never be realized. The roar of the waves is still in my ears, and death and destruction are like silk threads entwining the bodies of the two of them.

The colorful gems are tightly held in Charlotte's hands, which are the absolute protection against all disasters. Whether it is the dark monsters in the sky or the countless dangers in the sea, it is difficult to break the highest position of the gem spell. defense.

"It's called the Guardian Heart, and it's a curse made by mixing seven kinds of top-grade gemstones with your blood. It's not just a barrier in the traditional sense. When it's fired as a bullet, it's actually more like a curse of the highest order. .”

"curse?"

"Yes, the curse, the curse of living."

Recalling Isabella's words, Charlotte pushed the gem that had only one shot into the barrel of the gun, and couldn't help muttering to herself.

"Why, did we meet so late?"

The girl questioned and sighed. She let go of her arms and embraced Roja on the trembling hull. Her emerald pupils met the boy's confused eyes. She looked at her nominal fiancé, with an expression on her face With a reluctant and gentle smile, Roja looked at such a young girl, and felt something was wrong with the conditioned reflex.

"Charlotte?"

"...Honey, live."

"boom!"

The gem shattered with the sound of the trigger, and the absolute protection shot into Roja's body like a bullet. The next moment, the boy fell into the sea amidst the colorful light.

Chapter 170 Three Petra (2k5)

In the dark canyon, Roja looked up into the distance, and the black mountains stretched like before.

The towering mountains and rivers block the sun, and the shimmering sky can only leak a little light from the gaps in the mountains. Petra's golden hair seems to shine in the dark environment, and the white robe on her body is holy and has a unique enchantment. Sitting on the throne with closed eyes seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, until Roja came from afar and opened the mysterious vertical pupil eyes.

"To my surprise, you don't seem to be in a hurry."

The blond woman stared at the approaching boy and blinked her eyes in doubt.

"You probably like that girl, if this continues, she will definitely die."

"I know, but venting anger indiscriminately is meaningless to the status quo. It's just self-satisfaction of indulging anger. If I vent, Charlotte will still die. What I want is not her death, but her survival."

"I don't want to lose her, so I have to be calm."

Under Petra's watchful eyes, the black-haired boy said these words with a trembling voice, which stunned the blond woman. She watched the boy gritted his teeth and found that his tightly clenched fists began to bleed. .

"That's it, I understand, then answer my question, Roa Acate."

"What is the most beautiful thing in destiny?"

Petra sat up slightly, her face looked a little more serious, and under her gaze, the black-haired boy also gave his own answer.

"The answer to the most beautiful thing is difficult. Everyone's aesthetic difference cannot be determined, but if it is fate, then I think it is-choice."

"choose?"

Petra's eyes widened in surprise, and Roja nodded upon seeing this.

"Isabella said that fate is a game, it is fixed at the moment of termination, and before that it is a variable value, so facing the fate of all past civilizations perishing, she uses her body as a weight, Pressed on the human side, facing fate, she chose to resist."

"I used to think that the most beautiful thing in destiny was resistance, but after thinking about it carefully, there is actually a loophole in it."

The black-haired boy looked at the mountains that blocked the sun, and his eyes seemed to look into the distance through there. He recalled what the brown-haired woman did, and he seemed to smell the intoxicating scent of ginkgo wine again.

"If I tell her in advance that this escort trip will be her last journey, and tell her the final result of the balance in advance, will Isabella bow down to those monsters like Gordon and treat her as an envoy of God?"

"No, she won't."

Roja shook his head, and lightly denied it, he sighed with respect and admiration.

"Because Isabella is the king, not the king of Sophia, but the king of mankind, even if she knows she must die, for the future of the entire human race, she will definitely set sail according to her fate and sink the egg of disaster into the sea forever .”

"Heroes who treat death as home in order to protect their companions on the battlefield, doctors who knew the danger before the plague but still healed and saved people, devotees, they are people who choose to obey their own destiny, but the light they bloom with their lives is by no means weaker than anyone else, even more dazzling, more honourable."

"Choices, and those who make these great choices, are the most beautiful things in destiny. Whether they obey or resist, they are not slaves of fate, but masters of fate."

Roja's explanation echoed in the canyon, his voice was firm and powerful, Petra stared blankly at the boy below, met his golden pupils, and repeated his words to himself.

"...isn't it obedience and rebellion, but the choice to achieve the most beautiful thing?"

The blond woman leaned back on the throne, she looked at the square inch of sky above the canyon, her thoughts seemed to return to the mythical era through thousands of years, after a long time, she smiled lightly and raised the corners of her mouth .

"Little guy, thank you for letting me find meaning in my obedient fate."

"...It seems that you are quite satisfied with my answer."

"Well, you really found an answer that pleases me. No matter what I say now, I can't stay out of it... Maybe this is some kind of fate."

A slight wry smile appeared on Petra's face. She raised her head and looked into the distance, her eyes fell on the confrontation of gold and black on the sea surface, her face gradually became serious.

"Little guy, I am willing to help you, but I also have to tell you a fact... The strength of that monster is far beyond your imagination. You have a powerful guardian spell on your body. It is easy to save you alone. , but trying to defeat the enemy and save that girl is as difficult as heaven."

"Your spell power is no longer enough."

Petra's words made the black-haired boy fall into silence, and his worries finally became a reality.

Whether it is Glandar or Petra, they are all great existences that have become legends in the ancient times when the gods and demons were still alive, but no matter how powerful they are, they are already dead bodies, and the only connection with the present world is Roja .