The blood-colored light was intense, tumbling towards the very center.

When a figure appeared, the color of blood gradually disappeared.

Exactly the same face, exactly the same dress.

Another 'Dean' walked over slowly, standing in front of Dean, looking at Dean with cold, hateful eyes.

Similarly, Dean looked at the other party.

Or, more accurately, 'yourself'!

This is a special experience, even for Dean, for the first time.

And when he saw the other party's face, a familiar and strange feeling rose from the bottom of Dean's heart.

Familiar, because of the same face.

is unfamiliar, because of the other party's resentful look at the moment.

It's a weird feeling.

It's like looking in the mirror in the bathroom at night, and the self in the mirror suddenly laughs, the hideous one.

Sudden!

However, there must be a reason.

"You hate me?"

Dean asked, looking at 'himself'.

"Of course, I'm going to hate you!"

The other party replied.

"Why?"

Dean frowned.

"For everything you have done, everything you have gained—my life, my hopes, my pillars of survival—have long since been shattered! Why are you able to have everything again? It's-no-fair-flat! ”

It was like a cry from the abyss, and the other party said word by word.

Dean's brow furrowed even tighter.

As someone who is hated by 'himself', Dean certainly had a guess.

Among them, there are many inferences that the other party is 'copied' and hates the 'ontology'.

But. The answer was somewhat unexpected.

But. But it was very much in line with his thoughts.

What he thought in his last life!

At that time. The idea of being called 'Hagaslo's lone wolf'.

"There is never a real fair thing about anything in the world!"

Dean said slowly.

"Yes, that's right! There's never really a fair thing to say - that's why my Leni is dead, my Highness is dead, my instructors are dead...... And yours is born again from the dead! ”

The other party nodded, and a touch of madness appeared in the hideousness.

Dean took a step to the left, almost instinctively.

Sou!

An arrow grazed his neck, and then. A chill flickered before his eyes.

However, like that arrow, Dean easily dodged it.

"Look at this 'never true fairness' - how small is the power I have worked so hard to gain in your eyes at this moment? Amusing? Isn't it time for the disdain in your heart to arise spontaneously? Lucky me! ”

The other party's fingertips turned the dagger and sneered.

"Hmm!"

Dean nodded.

The other party is himself, although he is not his current self, but some emotions and habits are the same.

He can guess what the other person thinks, and the other person can guess what he thinks.

"Oh, my arrogance, you also inherit it! Or rather. Are you dead and unrepentant? ”

The other party sneered again.

At the same time, with a wave of the arm.

A scene from Ryrol began to emerge -

Rumlang and Bronk are fighting against humanoids.

"What do you guess they'll do? Those friends of yours? ”

The other party asked. Dean's familiar mockery appeared in his tone, "What an irony, you actually have friends?" I remember that my friend has always been a luxury for you! It's a miracle that the guy who has been on the run for 11 years can still make friends! ”

"So, I changed history!"

Dean said lightly.

"Change? So...... What about me? Why am I there? ”

The other party asked.

The face was even more distorted and hideous.

"Because of my memory, my choice at this moment, you will appear! Don't pretend you don't know, and don't confuse me with these words - you have part of my memory, probably the deepest part of my memory, so 'you' appear, but you know that 'you' is not me, and that's why you are called 'you' and 'me'! If you can...... Please address us next time! ”

Dean looked at 'himself' with indifferent gaze and slowly stepped forward, the power of the frost in his hands beginning to condense.

"You're so self-righteous, why do you think that?"

The other party sneered, did not retreat, and strode towards Dean.

"Because...... Even if you are my past, I will not forgive! ”

Dean's hand grasped the opponent's throat, although the latter dodged back and forth, but it did not have the slightest effect, Dean's palm was like a spear of fate, piercing the opponent fiercely.

Click!

The power of the frost began to spread here.

The other party's vitality disappears.

The next moment, it turned into a huge ice sculpture.

"What a ruthless man!"

A female voice sounded, and from the huge ice sculpture, with the words, the ice sculpture began to melt.

Dean looked at each other.

There was no change in appearance, but the voice changed to a female voice, and it was an unusually familiar female voice.

Morbius!

At the same time, the aura belonging to Morbius began to emanate.

It's like an erupting volcano.

In just a moment, the surroundings became crumbling, as if they could be shattered at any moment.

"Is it the remnants of the 'blood of the gods'? Or is it a remnant of the previous attack you made at me? ”

Dean asked coldly.

This is definitely not what the 'way of killing' should be.

At least, it's definitely not the 'way of killing' he knows.

Although the 'Way of Killing' has the word "killing yourself", there is absolutely no such thing as "God Slaughter".

Even if God is. Evil. God, and only a projection.

"It's fate! You and I are destined! ”

Morbius said coquettishly.

The voice was incomparably soft, unconsciously immersive, but Dean looked at 'himself' and said such words. But it's a different feeling.

Almost subconsciously. Dean just threw a punch.

Not!

Huge power in the fist. A vacuum was created, and it turned into a majestic force surging towards Mobius, like a huge wave dozens of feet high, about to knock over the small sampan.

However, Morbius just raised his hand and let it all disappear.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the former 'lone wolf of Hagaslo'! I didn't hesitate to make a move! But...... That's why you'll have a chance to do it again, right? ”

The other party said as if talking to himself.

"What do you know?"

Dean stared at each other.

Dean had some speculation about coming to Goldez. After all, that's not something that is so hard to deduce.

But...... Turning back time and making him reborn again, until now, Dean is puzzled.

As for luck? Coincidental?

After the suicide of the former Lenny and the death of the former Emerald Grand Duke, Dean no longer believes in the so-called 'luck' and 'coincidence'!

Dean is sure that there must be some reason for all this to happen.

He couldn't know, just because he didn't find the right direction!

Or rather, he is not qualified yet!

"Is this your attitude of pleading?"

Morbius looked at Dean. With Dean's face, he showed a mocking expression to Dean.

"And what do you want?"

Dean ignored the taunt. It's very straightforward.

The other party is here, no matter what the reason is, it must have a purpose.

Otherwise, there is no need to talk nonsense with him at all.

For him, the other party is completely crushing the general strength.

"I want something in your soul - it's the source of that guy's power!"

Morbius's resentful expression informed Dean that the other party's hatred for 'that guy' was completely indescribable.

And something in his soul?

Dean subconsciously thought of the 'system'.

Other than that, Dean didn't have another guess at all.

"Something in the soul, are you kidding? Or do you think I'm going to grant you that request -- you don't think I'm so naïve, do you? ”

Dean sneered.

However, there is a considerable temptation in the discourse.

"You'll say yes!"

Morbius said with certainty: "I am observing you, under the cold appearance, your heart is on fire, and you attach so much importance to family, friendship, and love!" Moreover, you are still a man of promises, and in order to fulfill the original promise, you have no regard for your own life - and the combination of the two naturally leads to a wonderful reaction! ”

"Look there, if Long Lang and Bronck's lives are in danger, will you sit idly by?"

Morbius gestured to the picture next to him.

There Takashi used the forbidden 'Blood Curse. Sanhua's got back from the disadvantage in one fell swoop.

However, at the same moment, it was the stars falling!

"The spokesmen of those false gods have arrived!"

Morbius chuckled.

"So, I'm going to hurry!"

Dean said lightly.

The frost in his left hand was cold, and the flame in his right hand was scorching, and under the harmony of 'qi', the [Extreme Cold Method] [Blazing Method] perfectly appeared on Dean's body.

It shows the greatest power in a way that makes the person who created the two secret techniques jaw-dropping.

A tornado of frost and flames rose into the sky.

Then, like a meteorite, it smashed down on Mobius.

"It's useless!"

Morbius waved his hand contemptuously.

However, the next moment, her face changed.

Because, Dean's breath, in her perception, quickly became stronger.

It is a kind of strength derived from quantitative change to qualitative change.

A huge black shadow appeared above Mobius's head, and the flames and shadows were windless, wrapping around his body, and lightning burst up on the dragon's wings.

The phantom of the tiger and the pit viper clinged to the dragon's body, turning into a second and third head, and roaring straight up to the sky.

Fighting Spirit. Dragonization!

PS Second Update~

It's raining all day, and it's getting cold~

So, in the evening, I was decadent and ready to drink mutton soup~

This chapter is said regularly~

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