No matter what race the opponent is, that level of power will not shake the image of the future. Leonardo Darko's thoughts, language, and strength methods make up for the huge power gap.
"Stop talking nonsense and come over here!"
Frowning his eyebrows, the man who looked like a failed biological weapon in Li Lin's eyes lifted up his one-handed long sword. Durandal, which was overflowing with particles like black mist, could no longer be associated with the title of [Holy Sword]. It was already in the design stage.
The sword infiltrated with unknown elements is no longer a sacred existence that slays demons and ghosts. What Li Nadu holds is just a sharp metal-shaped mass that exudes negative residual thoughts such as "curse" and "resentment".
"Listen up, Siegfried Lilin! I'm going to give you a good beating! Correct your twisted and perverse personality like a dead child!" [
Get knocked down, get up. Get knocked down again, get up again.
The man who repeats effective actions, making people transcend contempt and boredom, and spontaneously feel sympathy and admiration, is no different from Sisyphus in the ancient myths of the earth, who was punished by the god for constantly raising boulders to the top of the mountain and failing.
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"10 seconds."
I don’t have any comments or ideas about what a man who is harshly blamed by fate and who is caught in the gap between his own beliefs and reality, but refuses to give up his responsibility and conscience will do and become. That kind of thing has nothing to do with plans and the survival of others.
In the end, only he will be responsible for the outcome of the method. In Li Lin's eyes, it is at most a parameter for reference.
Even if the body mutates and becomes stronger, increasing its strength, setting it to a high-level dragon level is enough to deal with it. It is not a strategic weapon such as a large-scale antimatter annihilation bomb or a graviton bomb that can cause a devastating blow to the planet itself. This
The body, which has achieved the highest technological power, will not be harmed in any way.
"5 seconds."
Finally, the safety lock is released, the energy is about to erupt, and the movement and locking of each target are abnormal.
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At the moment of zero, the remaining survivors on the battlefield all started to move. In a moment that could not be captured by ultra-high-speed cameras or dancers who have practiced to an otherworldly state, the human beings struggling to survive took action.
In a village that would soon be swallowed up by a jungle of black diamonds, the sun burst out from the darkness like an abyss of despair.
There is no impurity, not a trace of dirt. The pure and original light comes to drive away the darkness. The cold and hard black crystals are crushed in the light pressure and shock wave storm, so white and dazzling that even oneself will lose the soaring light in it like rushing out.
The dragon flew high into the sky, and the sky over the destroyed town resounded with a manic roar that had been suppressed for a long time.
The light swallowed up everything. At that moment, even the darkness could not stop the shining light.
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There was light overhead.
I only had time to observe this phenomenon, and vaguely heard the calls of the nuns and other children. When I reflexively tried to drive Chloe away from the light that made her heart scream, my body was already being torn by heat waves. It was like the tunnel.
Everything headed towards the surface, erupting and flying in the air. The irresistible darkness swallowed up Roland's consciousness.
——It’s so hot.
He was the first to regain his sense of temperature. He immediately sensed the flow of hot air that curled his eyelashes and hair in his brain, and felt a stinging heat on his cheeks. Then, the pain from various joints and muscles joined the mixed chorus of the senses. The mournful
The body could not tolerate Roland's continued fainting, and his eyelids trembled slightly. After his nose filled with burnt odor twitched a few times, a violent cough and saliva and tears mixed with fly ash and sand spurted out from Roland's mouth and nose. His confused pupils regained focus a few times.
Seconds later, I was filled with fear.[
"nun?"
Breathing the burning air, there were waves of dull pain in his head, like being beaten. What the boy saw when he opened his eyes was a familiar face covered in blood, burnt flesh and soot, and his eyes were looking towards the bottom of the monastic uniform covering his body.
After moving, Roland trembled violently like an epileptic seizure.
Empty, nothing.
The legs that should have been covered by the long skirt, supporting Sister Patty to walk in an upright posture, disappeared. The instantly carbonized and solidified knee section constantly leaked out the smell of roasted meat. She turned her little head and looked up, as gentle as a mother or
The nun, who was a grown-up sister, was looking at him, her straight and simple smile uttering unformed words from her lips.
"It's great...it's really great...Roland...at least you...survive..."
As if he had overcome the pain and sorrow, his voice of pure joy for protecting his little life sounded hoarse from under his dry and bleeding lips.
Miracle?
Feat?
Or tragedy?
Sister Patty hugged Roland who was closest to her from the air wave of the explosion, and used all her strength to hide her small body in her arms. The children screamed in the ultra-high temperature heat wave, the sad sounds of the flesh vaporizing, the shock and tearing
The heat waves and shock waves on the skin, bones, and internal organs were all stopped by the nun who sacrificed her life to protect the only life that could be protected. The price was correspondingly heavy.
"Nun? Nun!"
The boy who came back to his senses shook the woman whose pupils were dilating. The motherly look in her eyes dimmed irrevocably amidst the boy's cries. The warmth that covered his body and made Roland feel at ease gradually faded away.
The piece of flesh that had taken away the life would not respond to Roland's call. The arm that could not be broken changed from a shield to protect life to a cage that imprisoned the boy. Looking at the black crystal diamonds clearly covering the surroundings at a speed visible to the naked eye, it was terrifying.
His instinct overcame his sad emotions, and his desire to survive forced the boy to beat and push his beloved nun. Finally, he kicked the nun like crazy and was able to break free from the prison of her stiff arms.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!"
Roland repeated his frightened and panicked apology over and over again, and staggered away from the beloved nun. Behind him, Black Diamond covered her with the monk's uniform bit by bit.
Apologize to whom?
What's the point of apologizing?
Does anyone bear witness to the rituals one has to do in order to survive?
Who can forgive Roland for punching his benefactor's remains?
Where has everyone been?!
Where can anyone answer Roland?
As far as the eye can see, there is a world rendered in only one color.[
Everything in the world seems to be dead, ruins, wood, flames, pieces of meat, ashes, the earth - everything is swallowed up by strange black crystals in silence, and all colors are rendered into a uniform black.
It was a very strange and beautiful scene, a masterpiece that displayed cruelty in an extremely beautiful form.
Witnesses will be attracted by this spectacle, and it will also cause soul shaking and fear.
In a desolate and desperate situation that looked like the end of the world or the manifestation of evil that cursed the world, Roland ran with all his strength and cried.
No one listened to Roland's confession and cry. The quiet and peaceful village had become the nest of black diamonds, and the residents had become part of the black crystal jungle.
In this hopeless hell, the last cry of the only remaining young life, together with Roland's conscience, scolded the boy.
"It's so dark...it hurts...it's so hot...Dad...where are you?"
In the wonderful space where flames and crystals intertwined, a childish voice was sobbing and whining. Roland stopped and looked around.
Under the burning wood, the girl's arm wrapped with an orange garland was particularly eye-catching in the ruined scene. Just when she was about to move her body to grab the hand asking for help, the shiny and seductive black diamond was attracted by the flames and stretched out, and fell on the boy's arm.
The moment she reached out to the orange petals and took just one step, her tender arms and garland turned into crystals of the same color as the hell of despair.
"K...K..."
What he wanted to say, what he wanted to call out could only come out in twitching syllables, and tears kept flowing out of his eyes out of control.
that's all.
It's so meaningless, with no time for redemption or repentance.
Like garbage. He died as easily as kicking a pebble away.
The blood in the body became aware of this unreasonable situation, and the blood became cold. Immediately afterwards, anger and hatred bit at the body together. The 5-year-old boy would be like a sad beast, raising his neck and becoming uncontrollable.
An impulse and a desperate cry burst out of his mouth.
"Chloe!!!"
There is no reason or solution, just like the many lives that have passed away today. Time makes people imagine the thoughts of the deceased and the mood they held when they passed away. People are like portraits painted on the beach, swept away by the tide without leaving any trace.
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Don't be kidding! How can a person die in such a despicable manner!
This is not the way humans should die!
"You actually survived."
The ups and downs of the straight tones fell from above. There was no emotion. There was no warmth, just the indifference of watching the fire from the other side and walking over, crushing the black diamond flowers and arms.
"There are many minor injuries on the body, but the bones and organs are not damaged. Did someone risk their lives to protect him? It's unbelievable. He was able to survive such an attack. It's really amazing."
Black leather shoes, black clothes and pants. Except for his face and neck, the black long coat that was almost indistinguishable from the black diamond forest came over. The light steps made a crisp sound of crushing crystal diamonds, and the bright red eyes reflected the boy's anger.
A face of hatred.
The face that Chloe praised as "more beautiful than a girl" has unmistakable red eyes and black hair. There is a fresh straight knife wound under the left eye extending towards the ear.
The blood gushing from the temples fell down along the cheeks, dripped down the chin and dripped to the ground, and stained the collar of the white underwear red along the neck.
As if he couldn't feel any pain, the handsome face raised the corner of his mouth and let out a mocking smile. The identity and actions of this young man who walked calmly in a dangerous place without being swallowed by black diamonds are easy to guess.
come out.
The last survivor in the village glared at the perpetrators who had destroyed the village. For the first time, the boy's purple eyes, which were always full of tenderness, were filled with hatred.
It was the first time Roland hated someone so much, and the first time he clearly wanted to kill someone.
Tear this black-haired man with a face full of indifference, tear out his throat, and bite off his flesh and blood so that he can no longer show his frivolous smile.
"That's fine."
The face was twisted into a gentle smile, and the horizontal wound on the left cheek that was still dripping with blood was also bent.
"From today on, I am your guardian. To put it bluntly, you are adopted by me."
Roaring, he rushed towards the figure he had longed for, trying to shut up that nonsense mouth. He didn't care about how strong the opponent was or what was under his feet, so he started running with both hands and feet.
"If you were swallowed by [Boiling Mirror Realm], I would be troubled."
A sneer came from behind, and he received a heavy blow on the back of his neck.
Roland's cry was interrupted.
On that day, Hakata Village completely disappeared from the world.
The warm and peaceful world surrounding Roland shattered into countless fragments, and the dark fragments flooded the tearful vision...)