The daily life of passersby behind the scenes BOSS

After knowing that the Laika ruins had sunk into the sea, Kuroro decided to use the Gojo family's traditional technique [no lower limit] to give himself the ability to walk on the seabed.

However, Kazama Inlan who appeared in the middle broke Kuroro's original plan and forced him to look for equipment that can dive into the seabed without being affected by the Laika ruins.

Fortunately, the underground trading market did not disappoint Kuroro. He successfully found several collectors and antique dealers, and got the props for deep sea detection developed by the conjurer team that first explored the Lycra ruins a hundred years ago.

After going to sea many times for testing, Kuroro finally found a route that can avoid the impact of the Lycra ruins on technology with the greatest probability, and dived into the deep sea with his equipment.

The round shield formed by the realization of the ability to isolate the sea water, Kuroro saw that on the bottom of the sea, an ancient tomb that he was familiar with was emitting a faint light in the darkness.

The ruins of Lycra, which once reached the peak of civilization, but were destroyed thousands of years ago, are now quietly silent in the unknown seabed, refusing the exploration of it by ordinary people.

Laika is a child of the gods, but he always looks forward to the authority of the gods.

Ten years ago, Kuroro lost everything he owned in a sea of ​​flames because of Kazama Yonran's crazy self-destruct ability, but he also came to a strange world because of the Laika ruins.

This convinced Kurolo that the last king of the Lycra civilization had indeed obtained the authority of the space god.

Kuroro recalled that when he was in Tokyo and Yokohama, the knife in Ran Kazama's hand suddenly moved twice, which made him have an absurd guess.

——Could it be that all the treasures he wanted were destroyed instead, and fell into the hands of Kazama Yardan instead?

After entering the Laika ruins, Kuroro made a decision.

If he fails to find the authority of the gods here, he will go to Kazama Yuanlan and take away her ability to control space.

The ruins slowly closed behind Kuroro, making a loud noise.

——The door of the trap is closed, and in the cage, the hunter and the prey whose identities are reversed will start a life-and-death fight.

The figures of Ran Kazamain and Sakunosuke Oda appeared in the ruins.

Kazama Yardan was shrouded in darkness, watching Kuroro's fading figure coldly, suppressing her anger and hatred, watching Kuroro step by step into the place she had arranged for a long time ago. trap.

Like a broken knife that is about to be unsheathed, if you don't cut off your enemies, you will never return.

Oda Sakunosuke was a little surprised to see Kazamain Ran like this for the first time.

When in front of him, his lover always looked leisurely and calm, with a lazy smile as if nothing could make him angry, soft and kind.

Even if Oda Sakunosuke is very clear that his lover has seen the vast world, and experienced the unbearable suffering of ordinary people alone, and started to restore order in the chaotic city, it is absolutely impossible to be lazy. The nature of ambition.

But every time he saw Kazama Yardan acting like a coquettish fool to him, even though he knew it clearly in his heart, he couldn't help but soften his heart and let the situation be dominated by the other party.

In the eyes of Oda Sakunosuke, Kazama Inran is always the one who will lie lazily on the sofa and bask in the sun, and spend every day with him peacefully, his beloved person.

Until now.

In the dimly lit ruins, only the gemstones inlaid on the walls on both sides of the tomb passage faintly glow.

Kazamain Lan's handsome and glamorous eyebrows and eyes no longer have the softness of the past, only cold sharpness remains, and those blue eyes are like top sapphires, bright and extraordinary due to anger and hatred, and cannot be looked directly at.

The long black windbreaker wrapped his slender and tall body, and his aura was amazing.

This top-notch beauty, which is close to the limit of human beings, made Oda Sakunosuke unconsciously hold his breath, and stared blankly at Kazamain Lan's side face in a daze.

The past that was once known from Kazamain Lan's mouth, in this sharp and powerful that is no longer concealed, gradually overlaps with reality, making Oda Sakunosuke deeply realize for the first time the entire face of the person he loves .

Sensing Oda Sakunosuke's gaze, Ran Kazama turned her head to look back, holding the hand of her lover's palm, and clenched it slightly.

"Odasaku... This is the other side I was afraid to let you see, the dirty side of me that deviated from normal society for many years before I met you."

Kazamainran whispered: "No, don't dislike me because of this, Odasaku."

I have told many lies and done many things that cannot be accepted by the light.

But Odasaku, when I face you, I don't want to hide anything.Even if it may be your disgusting eyes and your abandonment.

However, I hold the courage you gave me in my hand, and let everything about me be clearly displayed in front of you, allowing you to review.

From now on, I will have no more secrets from you.

——Love me, Odasaku.

Let me know that even though I am the unforgiven person, I can still have your love.

There was apprehension in Kazama Yardan's eyes, but she refused to say a word to defend herself, or to act like a baby like every time in the past to get the desired result.

He just pursed his thin red lips until they turned white, silently waiting for his own judgment to come.

Oda Sakunosuke stared at his lover for a long time, and held his lover's palm with his backhand, as if he wanted to pass his own warmth to his lover.

"Lan, from the night when you appeared in front of me with Hui in your arms, I knew that you were definitely not a so-called low-level member. But even so, I still agreed to be with you."

Oda Sakunosuke smiled softly, and there seemed to be stars shining in his eyes: "So, don't make such an expression again."

"I love you as much as you love me."

Kazama Yonlan's eyes slowly widened.

Ever since he had to expose his identity as the leader of the [Unnamed] organization in order to save Oda Sakunosuke from the explosion, his heart that had been anxious, finally fell back to its original position.

In the dim ruins, Ran Kazama raised her hand and landed on Oda Sakunosuke's neck, then leaned over and kissed his /lips/petals lightly.

"Odasaku..." There was a smile in Kazama Yonlan's eyes.

He whispered his lover's name repeatedly, like a drowning man holding on to the last life-saving rope. He was finally pulled out of the dark sea of ​​hatred, and ushered in the rising sun from the sea.

"Krollo is the source of all the pain in the past 20 years that has spanned two periods of my life. He took away my courage and made it impossible for me to step into the sun again."

Kazamain Lan said: "But these will be finally settled today. I will end the hatred that has lingered in my heart for many years, regain the stolen courage from Kuroro, and be like an ordinary person, with you Let's walk into the daily life hand in hand, there will be no more haze."

"Since all tragedies begin with the Laika ruins, let everything end with the Lycra ruins."

Oda Sakunosuke nodded and smiled: "Whether you succeed or not, I will accompany you by your side, and we will live and die together."

"Lan, go get your things back."

"Hui is still waiting for us to go home, and I am also looking forward to the first good morning with you every morning in the future."

Kazama Yardan solemnly replied: "Okay."

……

Nothing in the ruins has changed, it is the same as what Kuroro has seen before.

Even the blood splashed on both sides of the tomb passage because of that battle still exists.And the place where Kazamain Lan used it as a trap to lure all the members of the Phantom Brigade to come here, and blew up his mind ability, still has deep depressions and charred black, showing the remnants of the explosion that year.

It was as if time was frozen in the explosion ten years ago, the battlefield where there was no winner, waiting for both sides to return, and to fight again to decide the winner.

Kuroro glanced over those traces, and a trace of pain flashed in his always calm eyes.

Those companions who grew up with him, left Meteor Street together and established the Phantom Troupe, traveled around the world and made the name of spider feared by everyone...

None of them are there anymore.

Kuroro stopped beside those traces, and his thoughts were involuntarily drawn back to that night ten years ago.It took a long time to start walking again, the expression on his face returned to his usual calm and indifferent, and he went straight to the core area of ​​the ruins that had not been explored before.

There, the coffin of the last king of the Lycra civilization is buried.

Based on a large number of research letters on the Lycra ruins, Kuroro guessed that if there is a god with authority, it must be buried behind the king's coffin.

In it, he would get clues.

But the further you go to the core area, the greater the resistance.

It was as if the gods were angry, the king's slumber was disturbed, and the lost people and myths reawakened in the ruins, looking sternly at the rude intruder, wanting him to apologise with death.

Kuroro used several mind abilities at the same time, trying to resist the strong wind from the depths of the mausoleum. Every step he took against the strong wind was extremely difficult.

But finally, after avoiding numerous traps, Kuroro came to a solemn gate that was tens of meters high.

The metal made of unknown material is heavy and imposing, and a stern warning letter is written in Lycra characters on the door. On both sides of the door, there are hideous statues of different shapes, lifelike, as if they will come alive in the next second, rushing towards Chuang The entrant bites.

"The last king of the Laika dynasty sleeps here, the gods of Laika sleep here, and the splendid civilization of Laika for 3000 years is buried here. The gods will not tolerate anyone who dares to trespass."

Kuroro read the line lightly, and then pulled out a mocking smile.

"What can a dead person, a king who can't even protect his own dynasty do?"

A large amount of mental ability gathered in Kuroro's hands. A book with bloody handprints on the cover appeared out of thin air. The pages of the book clattered, and a strong wind appeared from under his feet, blowing the corners of his suit and hair.

The cross on Kuroro's forehead looked pitifully in the turbulent wind, like a godless person mocking the hypocrisy of the gods.

When he slightly lowered his eyes to look at the book in his hand, the compassion and tranquility were closer to the god himself than the statue of the statue.

Powerful, cold, cruel, but good at disguising.

Thought ability is exerted.

Immediately, a strong wind of fists rushed straight towards the heavy door, making dull noises when they collided with each other.

After several collisions, the tightly closed door finally loosened and opened slowly, revealing a gap that only allowed one person to pass through.

Brilliant golden light spilled out from the gap, falling on Kuroro's face little by little.

Kuroro's eyes widened slowly, showing a rare expression of disbelief.

As the world's top thief, Kuroro has seen countless rare treasures, and has entered the ruins dozens of times to plunder treasures.

But none of that was as shocking as he was at the moment.

——What unfolded in front of his eyes was a splendor and luxury beyond human imagination. Gold, silver and jewels were inlaid all over the wall, and several tall statues were made of the most precious minerals, standing silently among them, guarding the middle platform.

On the high platform, the pure white coffin exudes light, which is not like a human creation.

Kuroro stepped forward in a daze, and walked into the tomb at the core of the entire ruins through the gap.

"Is this... the true face of the Lycra Dynasty? The gods, and the people protected by the gods." Kuroro whispered softly, talking to himself.

However, an unexpected voice sounded, answered his question, and pulled him back from the state of trance.

"It should be a person cursed by the gods."

That voice was cold and low, like the voice of revenge from hell.

"Whether it's Professor Kazamain, or you, or me, all those who explore the Lycra civilization have come to a tragic end. Maybe this is the curse of the gods on those who disturbed his sleep, so that explorers will never have peace, Struggling in pain day and night."

"Kurolo, have you been doing well in the past ten years without the Phantom Troupe? Do you see those dead companions coming to you to ask you why you brought them into death every night? land?"

Kuroro immediately turned around cautiously.

I saw Kazama Yardan standing under the gate tens of meters away, but he was not insignificant at all. His figure was as tall and straight as a green pine, like a scholar walking from the light and shadow of the past.

20 years of suffering did not take away the character of the scholar who used to study at the desk in the library.

As if time had never been disturbed, Kazamain Lan was still the young man studying with the professor Kazamain who was like a father and a teacher, calm and settled in the school, spending his days in peace and tranquility.

But the burning hatred and powerful strength in those blue eyes showed that Kazama Yardan was no longer the scholar who was unable to protect those close to her.

Hatred and anger tempered him.

For 20 years, he has been preparing for the same thing.

——That is, to kill the enemy who took everything from him, Chrollo Rusil.

Kuroro looked at Kazama Yardan who appeared here, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Wu Ming, I didn't expect you to follow me to the Lycra ruins again."

"It's really persistent." Kuroro smiled, but his eyes were full of killing intent: "It seems that you are really desperate to make me lose everything."

"Sure enough, just like I told you before, Wuming, you are the soul of Meteor Street—no matter where you go, you can't get rid of that darkness. Look at what you have been doing all these years? "

Kuroro stretched out his arms, as if supporting the entire mausoleum, and gestured to Kazama Yardan.

"You have been ruined by hatred, poor nameless." Kuroro laughed mockingly and pitifully.

"I heard that the gift I gave to Sakunosuke Oda was not accepted by him? It's a pity."

"But it doesn't matter, I have prepared a lot of interesting gifts for you, and I have already given them to Oda Sakunosuke when you and I are face to face."

Kuroro asked with deep malice: "You caught up last time, what about this time? Can you still catch up?"

A low laugh came from Kazama Yonlan's throat, causing his strong chest to vibrate.

A figure with red hair came out from behind Kazama Yonlan.

It is Kuroro who repeats his old tricks and wants to disturb Kazama Yardan's valued person, Oda Sakunosuke.

The door made a heavy muffled sound, and slowly closed behind Kazama Yardan.

In the closed mausoleum, only three people are left facing each other.

Oda Sakunosuke stood quietly beside Kazama Inran, with a calm expression and trust in the one he loved.

"The last explosion hit the neighborhood and killed a lot of innocent people."

Oda Sakunosuke calmly asked Kuroro: "When you hurt innocent people without any purpose, don't you feel guilty or have any regrets?"

Kuroro laughed out loud: "Guilt? Regret? I am a spider, the 'head' of the Phantom Troupe. Our code of conduct is..."

"—Rampage!"

Laughter echoed in the tomb, with malice.

And Oda Sakunosuke nodded, took a step back, and gave the battlefield to the two.

"Lan, I will be here, waiting for you to settle everything, and then return to my side."

Kuroro's disregard for life and disregard for order made Oda Sakunosuke deeply understand what kind of dangerous person they were facing, and also lost the last trace of goodwill towards him as life.

There was a smile on Kazama Yard's rosy lips, and he walked across the golden floor tiles with his slender legs, and went straight to Kuroro.

"As ordered."

"My... Lord God."

Flames ignited from around Kazama Yonlan's body, and out of thin air, his vigorous palm grasped a broken knife piled with thick flesh and blood.

The black windbreaker was violently rolled up, and the silver-white hair fluttered, but it did not conceal the sharpness of those blue eyes at all.

"Krollo, on that night 20 years ago, you burned everything I owned and buried thousands of innocent lives."

"It's time to settle this hatred."

Kazama Yardan's voice was chilling, with an astonishing momentum.

His supernatural ability [Book of Immortality] was fully unfolded, covering the entire mausoleum.

There was no escape for Kuroro.

However, Kuroro casually sat down on the king's coffin, crossed his hands in front of him, and looked down at his old friends and enemies with cold eyes.

"You're right, you've made me lose everything, and it's time to settle."

"—With your death and the authority of the god Laika, congratulate me on my return to Meteor Street."

Mind ability triggers.

Thousands of arrows shot towards Kazema Yardan from all directions, sending out screams piercing the sky.

Kazama Yon Lan's horizontal knife was in front of him, and he smashed the secret room fish mixed in the arrow with one knife, and the arrow had been burned and swallowed by the flames before it reached his body.

The flames spread from his body to the surroundings, covering the entire tomb in an instant, and all the nostalgic abilities touched were swallowed by the flames, causing the nostalgic abilities released by Kuroro to be destroyed before they were triggered.

Kazama Yonlan walked steadily along the long golden passage, as if stepping on those painful old days.Hundreds of innocent souls roared and howled in the flames, angrily questioning Kuroro.

Only Kuroro's death can appease their hatred!

Lan Kazama held the knife down.One step is a depression, and the blue eyes are decisive and firm, locking on to Kuroro on the high platform.

He said: "Are you doubting that the authority of the space gods recorded in the Lycra civilization has been obtained by me?"

Kuroro was stunned, no longer the stability that he had just won, and looked at the young man under the high platform with suspicious eyes.

Bad guesses welled up in his mind.

Kazama Yuanlan sneered: "That's right, the last king did successfully snatch the authority of the gods before his death, and it is now in my hands."

As the voice fell, several tall god statues that had been standing silently in the tomb suddenly moved in the flames.

They raised their heads, stretched their bodies, and walked down from the base that had stood for thousands of years, making heavy footsteps of "boom" and "boom", and walked towards the high platform.

Kuroro immediately stood up and looked around warily.

The ability to think...is actually ineffective against these resurrected idols!

"Because you burned everything with flames that night, this flame that can bring death has become my new ability. Flame can burn all abilities and vitality, but it can also burn all camouflage."

"—the Laika god who pretended to sleep here, after losing his illusion, he became a god again."

After the words fell, Kazama Yardan's figure instantly disappeared from Kuroro's vision.

In the next second, Kazama Yardan appeared in front of Kuroro, with the broken knife in his hand raised high and then slashed down.

"Kurolo, the power of the gods you want is right in front of your eyes - reach out and grab it!"

Crazy sternness flashed from Kazama Yardan's eyes: "Your greed is your ultimate grave!"

Kuroro immediately raised his hand to resist, and several thoughts were superimposed layer by layer, forming a barrier between him and Kazama Yonlan.

However, the flames of anger and hatred burned everything.

The ability to think was swallowed by the flames in a blink of an eye, and the barrier made a fragile cracking sound, and then scattered.

The gods coming from all directions bent down silently, enclosing the high platform airtight, blocking all Kuroro's retreat and escape space.No matter which direction he breaks through, he will be blocked by the hand of the idol.

Failed to fight back, failed to defend, Kuroro's room for movement was getting smaller and smaller, and the flames had already burned to his feet, spreading rapidly along his suit pants, causing burning pain.

Kuroro gritted his teeth, and a slightly shining book appeared in his hand.

However, at the next moment, the book suddenly shifted position and fell into the hands of Yulan Kazama.

The silver-white hair of the young man fluttered in the flames, he raised his head slightly, and smiled wantonly and crazily.

"Stop, no—!" Kuroro's heart skipped a beat, guessing Kazama Yardan's actions, he roared to stop it.

However, it was too late.

The flame burning in the palm has already devoured the [Cheats of Thieves].

Kuroro's ability to read has failed, and at the same time, the abilities of others he has accumulated from plundering over the years have also failed.

The flames burned everything clean.

Unprepared for frequent accidents, Kuroro could only watch helplessly as the broken knife slashed down from a high altitude.

"Pfft—!"

Blood splashed into Kazama Yard's beautiful eyes.

In the flames, he stood proudly, condescendingly watching Kuroro's slowly falling body.

"I'm not nameless."

"I am Ran Kazama, lover of Sakunosuke Oda, father of Megumi Fushiguro, founder of Hakata [nameless]."

"Kurolo, the hatred between us is over now."

With a muffled "plop", Kuroro fell on the golden ground, blood dripping all over the ground.

He opened his beautiful eyes and looked up, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

Then, those eyes lost their vitality little by little, and the light was dim.

Kazama Yardan stared at Kuroro for a moment, then turned around and jumped off the platform.

Amidst the gold and flames, Feng Jianyuan's black windbreaker fluttered behind him, and the bloody broken knife dissipated in his hands little by little.

The hatred slowly dissipated, the pressure disappeared, and the shadows receded.

Kazama Yonran walked towards his lover with firm steps.

And Oda Sakunosuke also stepped forward and opened his arms to welcome the young man he loved.

"Oda Tsukuru, from now on, I'm just your Lan. Until death, we can't be separated."

"Lan, let's go home."