The withering fire rain in the sky floated down along with the bloody red spider lilies, and the boy knelt on the cold ground, his face unrecognizable. The morning in Ireland was dark and damp.
A piercing laugh echoed, and within the transparent domain centered on the dying years, shadows spread in all directions, the air swirling wildly. The transparent crystal glass shattered on the ground, and the imposing pressure shook the soul.\"Go, not quietly!" The Down Feather and the World rose with wings in hand, stepping forward.\Glass shattered all over, accompanied by frenzied air currents, and the ground began to tremble. Countless black mists monopolized the sky, and sunlight was gradually cut off. Shadows floated down through the only light, garments clinging to their faces, blood-red pupils staring at everything.
"Hey, trying to run? Everyone. By the way, I am the blazing fire of the wrath of the Seven Deadly Sins." The Blaze lay lazily, not even drawing its knife, arms crossed.
"Make way, little brother!" The World drew its blade, ready to strike.
"Wait a moment, beautiful lady!" A fierce smile filled the face of the boy Blaze, black-gold streams slowly opening along the scabbard in his hands, heat surging wildly, everything around turning to dust.\"End!" Golden flames roared in his eyes, the immense pressure of the drawn blade shattered the entire bar into pieces, collapsing and scattering. The earth trembled, crimson blood gradually dripping from the blade. Like being divided into thirds, Blaze's blade already pierced through the World into Down Feather's body, spraying blood, a tremendous roar shooting through the air curtain, flashes tearing the void.
"Only you are left, boy!" Down Feather froze in place, drawing his swords with his left hand holding "Envy" and his right "Desire," the domain surging forth, the battlefield littered with corpses, metal crying.
"Unbelievable," Blaze vanished into nothingness, sunglasses reflecting the watery moon.
At this moment, the justice of death trembled in the sky, bringing a shadow down: Lust—the Dragon Language. Time warped, the ground shook, lightning and fire splashed in all directions, fire and electric sparks flying, boulders and debris swirling. Down Feather slid forward, golden streams of fire burning the horizon. Blaze flicked with one hand, stepped forward, a midair kick sending Down Feather flying.\"Flash!" A virtual light sliced through everything, sprinting through the void and piercing surrounding buildings, Down Feather's entire body soaked in blood, the ground scorching, everything burning, turning to dust."'Dark Script—Night' Can Nian immediately followed with the Dark Script, furious winds roared, black flames consumed the entire city, countless metal fragments flew in all directions, so many that it was like a machine gun firing.\ The ground twisted as it opened up, stones scattered everywhere. 'One kill!' Dragon language appeared behind the wings, the glint of swords and blades refracted and spread, and then everything fell silent. The next moment, it instantly shattered, with bottomless cracks extending hundreds of meters, rocks collapsing and turning to dust.
Wings stood quietly on the ground, his pupils gradually clearing, the blinding gold fading, blood dripping from all over his body, and the blood-colored flower of the other shore stained his entire body, his blood warding off harm!\ 'It's over!' Can Nian raised his sword and swung it straight down, everything was about to reach its end.\ The next second, the boy's pupils went blank, his whole body trembling. Blood sprinkled over him as long hair, mixed with blood, fell before his eyes.\ 'Sister of the world!' The pitiful scream tore through the sky.\ Night had come, and we no longer had a future!
PS: Ah, the minor characters are so cruel, there's no choice but to let the protagonist survive, painfully letting go, the world… (My heart hurts, I didn't want to write this, but I decided a long time ago. Don't scold me, I'm afraid.)
Essence The 24th Night of the Critical One Tragedy Stage (Night Falls as Usual)
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Bumping it up is the right choice, and the choice on the 2nd floor is the same. Friends, if you are on the 3rd, 4th, 5th... floors, please be sure to bump up this post, because it really deserves it. Support the original poster!
Next, when someone dies, later works make me feel very dark, although this is a casual writing, adding a highlight to commemorate World Sister, my love!
It wasn't easy at the beginning, only Can Nian and I were the companions serializing this. Reaching today hasn't been easy.
At that time, it was even suspected of being plagiarism. Haha. Compare it to the first chapter, it was written so badly.
It takes a lot of perseverance. I didn't expect that once I started writing, I couldn't stop. Even if no one clicks, I keep writing like crazy.
Click? At that time, there were few people in the novel section, plus you, me, and Yutian, the three of us.
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