Presenting nesting dolls to the beautiful world

"..."

Karen looked down at her quietly.Look at this silver-haired woman.

No, in a sense, she can also be said to be a 'girl'.

"At the earliest time," he casually flicked a stream of blood-like red secret energy into the back room, causing a thin barrier to appear there, and said softly to Irene, "You actually wanted to kill him."

"Yes," Eileen said, "but I didn't. Just like you didn't..."

"You want to kill him, because he is a 'child of accident' and has no relationship with you, and Yuren's life form also determines that you will not have the urge to raise a child because of hormones... your bones are too Light, the natural instinct is to reject all burdens and heaviness."

Karen tilted his head slightly, leaned over to look at the woman who was a full twenty centimeters shorter than him, and spoke words that chilled his heart in a gentle tone.

"'A descendant of the ancient Yuren royal family who was born to fight, the head of a noble weapon of war', because of 'accidentally dripping blood full of secret energy in the cloud stone ring and had a child', it's for him Betting on emotions, even betraying my brothers and sisters from the same origin, asking my original enemy of life and death to take me out of Sky City'..."

"Do you think that makes sense?"

Irene tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded with a serious face: "It's reasonable!"

"..." Karen laughed for a moment, shook his head and looked at the dense forest in the distance.

"Oh...please brother, let the past be the past—whether I left a city or escaped a prison, what difference does it make?"

Erin floated back and forth twice in agitation.

"Yes, in fact, the savage motherhood from the ancient species decided that I actually regarded him as my enemy at the beginning... But at least now, I love him, and he is my child. Even if I clearly know how I can To be a child doesn't even understand..."

Karen froze for a moment: "... Where did you learn so many principles? There are also swear words."

"Listen to what the wind heard—grass, what's the matter! Can't you?!"

"...Yes. Of course." Karen shrugged, "Of course."

Irene stared at him, then stopped suddenly.

"So," Irene said slowly, "Why did you choose not to kill him back then? Do you know that I realized that I could do this when I found out that you didn't intend to use the knife?"

Karen tilted his head.

"Hmm...can't it work?"

"No? Of course not." Irene said, "This child has both your bloodline and the 'creator' bloodline that can be affected by the resurrection. He can be regarded as a curse for your incubation period. Right?"

"..." Karen looked at the sky and remained silent.

Erin floated in the air, leaning her head over, almost touching his cheek.

"At least as far as the knowledge I have come across in Sky City, such behavior, for a 'hunter', is simply naive, stupid, weird, crazy, and unreasonable." She said, "Okay —Don't talk about asking for your help on the battlefield... In fact, if you were a 'normal' hunter, I, him, and the entire sky city should have long since ceased to exist in this world."

You know, the prey of the hunter is 'everything'.

"..."

Karen still looked at the clear blue skyline and remained silent.

Although it sounded like his performance would be heavy, he didn't actually want to answer the question, so the performance was simply light-hearted, even followed by a fist-clenching, casual "Uh-huh ?”.

So Irene's fist hardened.

"...What!! Don't you have that extravagant compassion? Don't you have feelings for us all these years?!"

She rushed up with an 'face of anger', grabbed Karen's shirt collar that she had just adjusted by herself, and shook it, her bright silver eyes reflected Karen's dark brown indifferent eyes: "It's been so long—are you just Did you do all this for the sense of responsibility and morality that you don’t even know you have?!!”

"..." Karen looked at himself through the dazzling silver.

Afterwards, he moved the corners of his mouth, raised his hand without a smile on his face, and gently held Irene's wrist like he did to every ordinary person on the surface, and moved her hand from his neckline.

"Yes," he said, "nice to see you meet me."

The tone was gentle and peaceful, yet so cold that it was unbelievable.

"One word of advice, Ms. Irene," he said, "don't be crazy. Know who you are and put yourself in your place. That's your first priority."

The tall, reliable and sad hunter adjusted his neckline slowly and adjusted his armguards, turned around and left with steady steps, and walked into the shade of flowers and fruit trees in the half-mountain courtyard.

Light and shadow flitted across his handsome face, and occasionally his scarlet eyes.

The scarlet even affected his vision, so that the world in his eyes at that moment was an abominable dark red.But he didn't show much, he just walked out of the courtyard gate without saying goodbye to Enxiu and Irene.

But he heard her farewell.

"I know what you're talking about, and you know I know." She stood in front of the sunny house and said softly, "'We are not the same way after all'... right? But you can obviously fly into the sky like me ..."

"..."

"...Goodbye, Karen Onsis." She whispered, but it sounded like a bell in the ears of the superior hunter, "I'm glad to hear that you admit that you have been attracted to me."

Karen closed his eyes and fell into the stream of light.

A majestic fog of light rose from the mirror under his feet, and the psychedelic and strange scene whizzed, tumbling, and changing in a trance.As soon as the deep sea of ​​light and mist faded away, the darkness of nothingness emerged.

There was a clanging sound of drawing a knife.

Karen, who disappeared above the mirror, was now wearing black armor with red light all over his body.

He bowed and stepped forward, the one-shoulder cloak with broken edges fluttering up, holding the handle of the knife with one hand high, turning his back to listen to the harsh sound of steel being sharpened behind him.

A long knife that was exactly the same as the one on his back rubbed sparks on his scabbard.

Of course, this is not because there is still oxygen here... but because, according to the perception of both parties, there should be sparks bursting out at this moment.

Or, in the cognition of 'Karen Onsis'.

Seeing that Karen took such a blow, the opponent was not surprised.He shrank back to avoid the counterattack of Karen's knife, and flew back into the darkness. He spread his hands and looked at the black cloth gloves on his hands with great interest, and looked down at his broken clothes that were burning with flames, and smiled. stand up.

"This suit is not bad..." He said, "It matches the 'bad star' very well."

Karen held his long knife 'bad star' and looked at each other silently.

It was a person who looked exactly like him, and it was the reflection of the 'self' he saw when he looked down on the mirror before.

However, after entering this space, the other party's eyes were no longer a bewildering dark brown, but red irises on a black background as he had shown in this world before.

The two were separated on both sides, one with a dark eye set off by a red glowing iris, and the other eye covered with a black faceplate and a red shimmering light in the center, which seemed a little delicately symmetrical.

"I'm one step closer to 'becoming you'. Onsis..." The other party smiled very 'Karen', "Either I become you, or you become me...It's interesting, isn't it? I can see, you Excited too—for the destruction and battle I have given you."

"You were born to be me, Karen Onsis, you were born to take over the authority of 'destruction and death', isn't that good?"

"I don't think there is any 'good' in becoming a stupid successor with a broken godhead and split theocratic power..." Karen slowly turned sideways, his cloak and armor vaguely blocking the 'bad star' in his hand, "To be honest, I do I never thought that the mythical character I watched when I was young would appear in front of me..."

He said softly: "...still as an 'evil god'."

At the same time, the evil god of destruction on the opposite side made exactly the same movements as him.It seems that hiding their weapons before deciding everything is an instinct engraved in their bones.

The evil god of destruction smiled.

"It's so sad to say that... At least I used to be a part of the 'God of Destruction', and the change of owner of 'Destruction' indicates a new 'creation'." He said, "Don't you want to create a body that fits The future of your heart? Become a god and control everything..."

"Compared to me devouring all your past and acting as you, isn't it better for you to devour me and dominate the future development than fighting in this place where there is no hot food?"

The illusory food was fragrant, the stove was hot, and layers of hallucinations came and went. Karen squinted his eyes and remained unmoved.

That's right, he has been fighting with the fragment of the God of Destruction in the past, and the evil god of destruction... for five full years in this vast darkness.

If others find out, they may feel sorry for "this kind of legendary achievement is here, but it is not known to the world"...

...but he doesn't care.

"It seems... even if you get part of my memory, you are still far from 'becoming me'."

Karen sneered, just like the evil god of destruction has been doing, trying his best to find the opponent's flaws and eliminate the bait illusion released by the opponent.

"Of course, I don't mind if you want to 'be me'—you guess, if you become me, will my logic consume your mind, or will your destruction overwhelm all of mine?"

Even if it is an evil god, if he wants to become 'Garon Onsis', he must be 'returned' by his thoughts, and he will never be like his original self.

And Karen, he doesn't care about his own life or death, nor does he care about the survival of the kingdom in this world.He doesn't even care if his identity will be used, and he is obviously a person who fights against the evil god, but he is said to be a follower of the evil god or an incarnation or something...

He only cares, how much more can he do?

How long will this never-ending duel last?

New five years?Or 50 years, 500 years, 5000 years, 5 years?Or... every day from now on?

As long as there are still people in the world who have the idea of ​​'destroying everything', it will be extremely difficult for this evil god of destruction to die.

As for Garen, who survived the battle by devouring and destroying the evil gods, he could not make any mistakes in this long fighting skill——in front of a true killing master, all mistakes will kill him , leading to further destruction of the world.

[Strengthen the hopeless battle], this phrase is so heavy.

What rests on it is the weight of the whole world.

He obviously doesn't love this world anymore, why would he choose to carry it?

Is it a boring sense of responsibility, or a void sense of morality?Or is it the anger that stems from the destruction of the family... or the arrogance that does not allow oneself to admit defeat on the real battlefield?

In short, Karen Onsis, it was decided from the beginning...

"Hey, listen... If you want to be me, you have to understand one thing first..."

In this one-on-one war, only one can survive.

"You are only a god," he said, "I am a man."

——An evil god, or a world.

Under the pale dead sea, the long-standing fight continues.

The evil star, the sharp blade clanging.