Presenting nesting dolls to the beautiful world

It was pouring rain.

Rainwater slid across Karen's cheek along a strand of black and white sideburns, and landed on the mud beside Garland.

The two people standing opposite turned their heads in the rain, so scarlet was reflected in the blue, and blue was reflected in the scarlet.

Karen's expression was indifferent, while Garland's expression was gentle.

The color of the former's eyeballs was normal, but the iris had turned scarlet like the lines under the eyes... But when they looked at each other, the latter suddenly smiled.

"I knew it, you won't miss it all..." the blond young knight said softly, "How does it feel? Can you still fight?"

"..."

Karen raised his eyes and scanned his surroundings listlessly.

His gaze flicked across the players, and he treated the two who had erected a small barrier for the former... or in other words, one person and one machine.

Afterwards, he turned to look at the Evil God of Evolution, which had reduced the blood volume of the Great Barrier to five-sixths, but within two or three seconds, he withdrew his gaze and stared at the man who was protruding from the ever-high waves on the side of the map scene. [Evil Fantasy Aurinina] didn't even look at it.

"This group of 'chosen ones'," he answered irrelevantly, "is the 'hope' you found?"

The players' ears perked up.

Garland raised his brows, and answered the question seriously: "Of course," he said with a smile, "They have potential, ability, and although their style is different from ours, they are still trustworthy—they are people who can change the world. .What do you think?"

His voice was not loud, and it was covered by the heavy rain, but what the player said to him could not be distinguished by hearing alone.As a result, a considerable part of the crowd suddenly lost their eyes, probably typing quickly and swiping the screen, "Ahhhhh he has me in his heart!!!"...

Nine out of ten of the remaining people were paralyzed by this straightforward compliment.Another [-]% were busy taking screenshots and videos, and had no time to react.

But Karen didn't respond to this question. He just looked back silently and glanced at those blue eyes.

"Why do you think that I still have the ability to fight the evil god?" Karen was so listless that he seemed almost unconscious, "Please, friend, I still have to deal with an evil god... this is the key point Time, the pale dead sea is turned upside down, don't you think it won't take the opportunity to trouble me?"

[Hiss...wait a minute, shit]

[? ! !Katie's combat power is also gone? ! 】

【My mother... how to fight this】

[Just, let’s talk about it, Sparrow Shi, if Katie even fights this resurrected person, then it’s a real one-vs-two evil god, right?]

[?But hasn't he already come out?]

【He came out, Xiu and Irene's mother went in! !And that evil god and Katie are in a relationship of devouring each other, there must be other levels of connection! 】

[I tm split]

"..." Garland's eyes twitched.

He looked at the hunter in rough clothes in front of him, Ying Ting frowned, and endured himself with difficulty, but in the end he still couldn't hold back the broken habit of answering the truth: "I think, if it was you, you must... ..."

"Then you overestimate me..." Karen sighed long and hard, instead of going to the dry area to hide from the icy cold rain, he staggered with difficulty to a collapsed eaves, exhausted all over his body, leaned into the darkness.

Garland looked blankly at the man who seemed to have been beaten down by the long battle, and seemed a little unbelievable that his powerful comrade-in-arms and reliable mentor had turned into this now.

The players not far away were also stunned: "Uh... Well, Jia Dae was so cool last time he appeared on the stage, now... the second generation of Brother Disappointed??"

"Fuck, Garland looks like his mentality is going to collapse."

"This is a fart..."

'Boom! ! ! '

In the dark sky, [Evolution Cthulhu] repeatedly destroyed the outer barrier six or seven times, but they were all repaired by Zack's magic.

But even so, He has successfully reached into the fingertips of one hand.

He didn't seem to pay attention to everything that happened in this dark corner, but he just wanted to reach out to grab [Evil Fantasy Aurinina] in the sea, and grasp the only trustworthy object in his mutated wisdom.

Also grasp the profound secret energy that 'Zach Chenovia' has accumulated in this space for 300 years.

Just hold her...he can hold his past and his future, and he can hold his power, and his hope of fulfillment.

Therefore, [Evolution Cthulhu] didn't draw his hand to recharge his power, just because that would give 'Zack' a chance to repair this damned barrier again...

The unstable power in the sublimation state, the chaotic thinking that has just started to become a real evil god, all these are urging [evolution evil god], asking him to go all out to get the fruit he wants——

Ripe, plump red fruits fell from Shia's crown of golden branches.

'Aurinina' next to 'Zack' blinked her only golden eyes not covered by the phantom of the golden crown, raised her hand, and let the fruit fall on her arm and roll into her palm.

She lowered her head, the phantom of the spiritual carrier belonging to 'Sia' faintly emerged on her face, and became old and decayed within a few breaths.

The accumulated aging of 300 years overwhelmed her in an instant.

"It's not easy to bring this thing in..." The old female voice came from 'Aurinina', "But I think, maybe this is... the responsibility of 'Kessel Pod' Bar."

The old Shia completely manifested into reality, narrowing her eyes and showing a smile.

Afterwards, she clenched the fruit, and abruptly withdrew to separate from 'Aurinina'.But Aurinina, who stayed where she was, became the one with a more solid figure, while she herself was just an illusion——

It was so illusory that in an instant, it was swept away by the breath of the 'pale dead sea' that overflowed from the sharp fingertips in the sky.

A picture unfolds in the eyes of the players.

The woman who appeared abruptly, had few roles, and whose past stories were unclear, didn't even have the strength to resist the "tributary of resurrection", so she could only quickly shrink into a ball of golden light, wrapped in a plump red fruit, and drifted with the current.

In the illusory and surging waves, soft music sounded, and there was a young girl's voice.

'——When I was little, I asked my mother, since the Pale Dead Sea is [the Dead Sea], why is there a 'tributary'? '

The glowing red fruit flowed down the river.

'... said the mother,' the girl repeated the answer, ''that is the way life must go when it is going to die.''

The picture flashed, and the silver-haired Windcaller spread his wings, but half of the wings were chopped off by the resurrected sword.

The young man didn't seem to care about this at first, but when his mother emerged from him, consuming her strength anxiously and concerned to repair him, his expression changed in a way that should never happen on the battlefield.

'[Life] is what we have first, it is the basis of everything.The power to create life is distributed to all things in the world by the loving goddess of life, and is given to every next generation by the hands of father and mother. '

'Thus, the world has the flourishing it is today. '

The red fruit goes with the flow.

The silver-haired feathered man stabbed hard with his spear, piercing the resurrected man's arm, and when the black mud turned into the other party's limbs was about to entangle him, he let go in time and went away in time.

The spear exploded on the resurrected body, and the violent wind group failed to condense like thunder, and spread loudly.

A spear once again appeared in Yuren's hand.

'...[Devotion] is our earliest experience.Whether it is the dedication that continues life, or the dedication that exports self... Mother said that she is grateful for every inch of land in this beautiful world, and she hopes that I will do the same, but she does not want to force me or order me to follow her principles. '

'Because she shouldn't ask me, ask me to dedicate my right to think independently. '

The red fruit goes with the flow.

In the torrent of resurrection, the silver-haired feathered man blocked the resurrection's infinitely strengthened slash by the branch of the resurrection with a shield, and at the cost of being cut off again, he further shattered his soul core and let it rest in the solid blood-red crystal ball. In the soft silver mist, pain is exchanged for short-term power.

If it is an ordinary person, even if he does this, it may be difficult to obtain anything... But as a member of 'Jerinstrez', he has this power.Once in a lifetime power.

'Being [silent] before [suffering] and [awareness] in [pain], this is "growth".I don't understand it, but I think I will when I start making my own choices. '

The red fruit goes with the flow.

The resurrected man drew out his sharp double knives, and now the silver-haired Windcaller, who could only be regarded as a barely gathered body, threw himself in and destroyed the symbol of the feathered man before the sharp blade cut off his other wing.

At the cost of leaving a horrible laceration on the crystallized waist and abdomen, with the power of the gust of wind behind him, he rushed towards the face of the resurrected.

'[Despair] is the ups and downs that everyone has to go through. Only in the darkness of despair can we truly recognize the shape of the luminous [soul].And how do these nine tributaries start from the Dead Sea and return to the Dead Sea...'

The red fruit goes with the flow.

From the mouth of the sea it plunged into the pale Dead Sea.

The darkness seems to have drowned that bit of red, it has been washed away by the river of life that washes away all soul memories for too long, and has lost the remaining vitality brought by the shining golden light from the world.

But it seems that in this dark river, a little bit of fluorescent light is gathering around it, and the golden light passes by, covering this soft red.

Take a closer look, among the scattered fluorescent lights, every bit of starlight contains a memory of a person's previous life.

That is the people who have been taught by the 'Kossel Pod'.

'[Resurrection]. ' Said the girl's soft voice, 'That's our final home...'

The starlight gathered, and the red fruit fell into the deep sea.

Gradually, in the direction it was facing, two wrestling figures appeared, one black and one white.

The fruit shattered quietly, and the powerful secret energy of life and the mysterious energy of spirit converged towards the silver-white figure, but because of its broken nature, it couldn't merge with it. Needle.

The scattered starlight gathered on the tip of the spear.

A loud voice sounded.

Those were the voices of thousands—hundreds of thousands—millions of people, applauding and congratulating, for the exploits of 'Kessel Pod'.

At the same time, in the main dungeon space, 'Zac' suddenly opened his eyes, held up his long staff, shouted, and released the [Sound of Spray] spell again.

It was the voices of thousands—hundreds of thousands—millions of people, all applauding and congratulating, for the exploits of 'Great Risen Chenovia'.

On one side is the main dungeon space that has been materialized from the illusion, and on the other side is the pale Dead Sea that only exists in the dark.

Two dazzling rays of light lit up at the same time.

A spear turned into a sharp blade, piercing the eyes-filled heart of the resurrected under the "teaching" praised by thousands of people.

It turned into countless chains, pierced the black hand of the evil god that penetrated into the world in the "love" respected by thousands of people, pierced the earth with countless roars, and took root in this half-empty and half-real world.

The evil god's sharp and beyond comprehension made the barrier vibrate, but the players happened to break through one arm of [Evil Fantasy Aurinina], which immediately weakened the influence of her and the shadow behind her on this space , The head and core parts also exposed weaknesses, opening up strategy options.

The evil god tried to withdraw his hand.

A slender spear blocked him for a moment, and a line of scarlet flashed away.

It was Garland with a smile and fighting spirit, and Karen with two hundred tons of irony in his smile.They didn't know when they had touched the ground closest to him...while everything else had a higher sense of existence than them.

"Look."

Facing the evil god's severed palm, Karen flew into the lightless darkness outside the barrier with Garland.

Under the watchful eyes of the players on the ground, "Damn, this person really doesn't have a few words to believe...", the experienced hunter is still teaching: "This kind of evil god who has just started to transform is not difficult to kill. .”

The girl's words continued.

——'In this world, each of us will seek the power of [resurrection]. '

——'However, few people realize that the real resurrection is never reflected in life itself, but in the realization of... the value and the continuation of thought. '

'Not even death can stop the mind from going where it should be. '

'And we will eventually find the promised land where we can realize our self-worth. '