Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

Until she collapsed from exhaustion and watched herself being eaten by this monster.

No, she is not reconciled, she is not reconciled that she will meet such an ending, she has obviously lived in the dark space for so long, and she is about to usher in freedom, she really does not want to give up her hard-won life and Freedom was buried in the hands of this monster in vain.

"Karen!! Kallen!! Kallen!!!"

Unwilling to be reconciled to her ending, Higokumaru opened her scarlet fox eyes wide. She shouted the name that should belong to this monster, then waved her foxtail covered in foxfire, and smashed it with all her strength at the monster in front of her. down.

This blow at this moment is the last effective counterattack she can make. She has given up the idea of ​​victory, and the only thing she wants to do now is to leave a trail created by her on him. scars.

At least this scar can be used as a mark of her existence, at least...

At least people can know that this world is long, and a monster was once born...

As if the gods had heard the prayer in Higokumaru's heart, this blow that consumed all her strength hit him on the cheek as he wished, and the huge force made him cover his face with his hands and retreat several steps back , and the Higokumaru who had thrown the blow also fell to the ground, no longer having the strength to get up.

"Huh...hahahaha!"

Loud laughter came from Hiyumaru's mouth, she laughed crazily, laughing with all her strength, as if she was the ultimate winner who fell to the ground at the moment.

Because she saw the red and swollen cheeks of the other party, the blood oozing slightly from the corner of the other party's mouth, and the slightly angry expression on the other party's face.

It was enough, for Higomaru, she had won the victory she expected, and achieved her goal in this must-lose battle.

Thinking of this, Higokumaru propped up her body with her front paws, she held her head high and stared at the opponent with scarlet fox eyes, like a proud winner.

Then she saw that the monster raised its hand, held it flat in front of her chest, and grabbed it hard into the empty void.

The next moment, the world turned into black and white, and then under the horrified eyes of Higoshimaru, this black and white world became a mess of fragments in the blink of an eye.

When she saw the color again in her eyes, what she saw was herself who had changed back to her original form, and the dark golden pupils that were close at hand and filled with the desire to eat.

Facing the blood-stained palm that slowly stretched towards him, Hiyumaru clenched his lips tightly, closed his eyes, pulled up his little strength, and slammed into the opponent's body. in the arms.

Then he stabbed his finger with sharp nails into the wound on the opponent's chest...

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On the cold throne sits a transparent soul.

It held a black box in its hand, and with its other hand, it closed the lid of the box.

The lid of the black box was opened with a gap, and the power contained in the black box was distributed into the entire space through this gap.

The energy floating on the throne surged towards it cheeringly, as if it had found its own home.

It stared intently at the objects in the black box, and then its hand that touched the lid of the box began to exert force, expanding the gap that was originally only half the size of a finger to a size large enough for people to reach in.

But just when the lid was about to be fully opened by it, a white palm suddenly appeared in front of its eyes, and then pressed it on the palm it caressed on the lid, closing the opening for it. black box.

Then the palm that appeared abruptly covered its eyes, taking away its vision, and then it heard a very familiar voice full of pity.

"Enough...you've done a great job..."

"You don't have to turn yourself into a monster in order to fulfill our agreement..."

"correct..."

"Say hello to Sakura for me..."

Accompanied by her words, it regained its own field of vision, and what it saw was the broken world outside, and the Scarlet Primordial Pill crashing into its arms.

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The sharp nails pierced the wound of the person in front of him, and when he felt the unique touch of flesh and blood in the palm, Higokumaru subconsciously wanted to tighten his fingers so that he could slap him from the other person's body before he died. Violently tore off a large piece of meat.

But just when she wanted to do this, she felt that she seemed to have fallen into a wonderful place, a warm and...somewhat familiar place.

Puzzled, Higomaru opened her tightly closed eyes, and what she saw was those eyes that had turned back into azure blue again, which made her extremely disgusted, but familiar to the extreme.

"I'm sorry...Higamaru...failed to keep the agreement between me and you..."

Her pupils were a little dizzy, and her voice was weak beyond words, but even so, she still used a trembling voice to make her own humble request to the girl in front of her who was supposed to be the enemy.

"If you resent me for dying...then don't hurt Sakura...and Teresa please...please..."

As if she had finished her last request, she closed her eyes, like a sinner who has reached the end of his journey and closed his eyes willingly.

"Humph..."

Looking at the other party who had lost consciousness, looking at the finger that was still stabbed in the other party's wound, Fei Yuwan just snorted, then pulled out his blood-stained finger, and rubbed the blood on the wound with disgust on his face. on the other side.

"What an idiot, pleading with me who is a monster."

Higokumaru usually said disgusting words in his mouth, usually stretched out his hands, and hugged the person in front of him, whom he called an idiot, and the expression on her face, at the moment of hugging him, became softened up.

"Although I don't know what happened to you..."

"But in the final analysis, I still lost this time, and once again I lost in your hands."

"But there's no way..."

"After all, you are... my eldest sister..."

Chapter 46

In less than twenty years of being a human being, that ordinary human named Luo Chen experienced most of his life in less than one-fifth of his life. An experience that people have never experienced in their entire lives.

Lonely, indifferent, ordinary, and the kindness he experienced from those few people.

In this way, as an ordinary person, after experiencing these complicated factors, he gradually became a strange and wonderful person in the eyes of others.

A person who is gentle with others but does not reveal his true self to others

However, at this moment, in this small space of stigmata, he experienced a feeling that he absolutely should not understand at this time.

The name of that feeling is death.

He was about to die, and the existence called death seemed to have seen through the remaining time in his soul, and when he was sure that he was about to die, he couldn't wait to prepare for him in the dark place. His throne alone.

Inside the chest cavity, the beating heart that was used to supply blood has long been turned into a pool of rotten flesh after repeated severe injuries, mixed with the torn flesh and blood, making it difficult to distinguish.

The blood that originally flowed to the center of the body, and then transported to the whole body, when it noticed the disappearance of the center, immediately changed from a docile kitten to a wild beast, and began to run around in this dilapidated body. .

The body's blood loss reached three-fifths of the total blood, two-fifths of the blood got rid of the body and walked towards freedom, while the remaining one-fifth flowed into the lungs along the damaged trachea.

Lungs full of blood, lost blood and a heart that has almost no possibility of repair, such injuries are enough to take the life of any creature, and almost no one has the ability to snatch this doomed creature from the hands of death. soul.

However, the premise of all this is that these scars that can kill any creature appear on a real living body.

He is lucky, because this is the space of the stigmata, even if the blood is drained and the body is shattered, as long as his will is strong enough, then the end he ushered in will never be death.

He is unlucky, because this is the space of stigmata, even if the blood is drained and the body is shattered, as long as his will has not dissipated, the severe pain caused by these wounds that can make people die several times will continue again and again Shocking his soul until his consciousness dissipated and he died.

Not surprisingly, he survived death, he endured the pain that pierced his soul, and he stepped down from the throne prepared for him by death, even though the fangs of death had already pierced his body.

He lived, he felt death.Death is painful, it is dark, it is cold, it is excruciating.

This was all he felt after experiencing death so close, and he had paid a necessary price for it.

His soul, which has experienced death, has become fragile, tired, and sickly light, just like the frost that condensed on the glass in the winter, and it will be broken into pieces with just a light twist of a finger.

A tired body needs rest, a tired mind needs relaxation, and a weakened soul needs time to let it heal itself, and...  

When he stared directly at death, a feeling that frightened him but also made him feel extremely right appeared in his consciousness in vain.

The endless death that devours all light seems to be the final destination he should go to...

And now... he felt that he was dead, on the way to fulfill the promise, and then returned to the place where he should end up...

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Yae Village in the afternoon is quiet, serene, relaxing and lonely.

But for Luo Chen, who had walked on the edge of death, this solitude and tranquility laced with vitality, compared with that cold and dark death, the former is undoubtedly more lovable.

She was lying on the floor of the room on the floor, staring blankly at the somewhat old roof.

Suddenly, it was as if she had returned to reality from the darkness of death, and her originally empty eyes gradually became a little bit more like that of a stranger, and then she turned her head carefully, and began to look at herself environment at the moment.

This is a very ordinary Japanese-style bedroom. There is a small incense burner on the wooden table in the bedroom, and this is the only piece of furniture placed in the bedroom.

The incense burner on the wooden table emits light white smoke, and the unique aroma of incense gradually fills the whole bedroom with the light white smoke.

Lying on the bed, she subconsciously shrugged her nose, smelling the unique aroma of incense that filled the room.

It's a fresh, elegant, calming scent with little else to draw attention to.

She couldn't collect any valuable information from the room, so she turned her head helplessly and turned her face to the other side.Then what appeared in her eyes was the open sliding door of the bedroom, the deserted courtyard, and the cherry blossom tree that had already bloomed in the center of the courtyard.

In the uninhabited courtyard, the cherry blossom tree that has gone through many years blooms in its own beauty.A breeze passed by presumptuously, and took away some blooming cherry blossoms.

Looking at the slowly falling cherry blossoms, for some reason, the flowers representing life and happiness made her feel so dazzling and uncomfortable.

Or... For the self who has already entered death, life and happiness are already superfluous things...

Thinking of this, she stopped and continued to look at the cherry blossoms that made her feel a little dazzling, then turned her head to look at the somewhat old roof again, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Her breathing became steady, and the bedroom was as quiet as ever. It seemed that the actions she did after waking up from a deep sleep were all illusions that no one had seen.

Seems like... something's not quite right?

She who was supposed to close her eyes and go to sleep, opened her eyes again as if she had noticed something, then raised her extremely stiff arm, and struggled to lift off the quilt covering her body.

What came into view was a body that did not belong to her, the pure white pajamas that she had put on, and the exposed chest without any scars.

Why... the wound is gone?

Looking at the fair-skinned chest, although she felt a little apprehensive, she still struggled to put her hand into the pajamas.

The fingers did not touch the wound that was almost full of shredded flesh and had no cure, but the delicate and warm skin as shown by the eyes.

She was a little stunned, as if she didn't believe in evil, she continued to stroke her chest with her palms, and then she discovered that there was something wrong with her body now.

The skin on the chest is intact, warm, like a living person, and what is wrong is wrapped inside, which is essential for normal people and is always in operation.

That thing seems to be broken, like the gears in an old clock are stuck, and it has lost its vitality.But as the clock itself, it didn't stop running because of the stuck gears.

So what is the current self relying on to survive, or... the dead self, why can he still remain alive...

Facing this question that she could not get the answer at all, she stopped touching her chest, pulled up the quilt, stared at the old roof in a dull way, lost her mind...

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"Ah! Sister! Teresa!"

"She's awake! Come on! She's awake!"