Flashing rainbow lights fluttered in the air, and countless glowing balls of particles resembled scales sprinkled by butterflies flapping their wings. Unlike the scales that drifted in the wind, in the center of the eye of the storm, the light cluster ignored the continuous burst of particle beams and shockwaves, and stubbornly rolled up a whirlpool, wrapping around the white body.

"What kind of light ...... is this?"

At the heart of the anomalous phenomenon, Roland couldn't help but murmur in the face of the swarms of light that appeared out of thin air.

It's like the most unrealistic caricature, and in the middle of the hell where creatures get close enough to kill each other, there is a spectacle that is not enough to describe "beautiful" or "heartwarming". What made him almost scream even more was that he could feel the "sound" under the light.

Don't want to die;

want to live;

want to be reunited with family;

want to do what you want to do;

As the rainbow swirl gradually closed, pouring into Dilandal's little by little, the "sound" also penetrated into Roland's senses along his arm.

It is the voice of someone else's heart.

Without scruples, without shame, he broke into Roland's heart irresistibly, revealing his eyes.

Joy, loneliness, anger, despair, fear, disappointment, insecurity, sorrow, friendship, prayer - the ball of light containing many emotions sprouts in the body, resonating with the warm rainbow light. In the sense of dislocation of time that was stretched a thousand times in a second, Roland's consciousness expanded with the light, and people's subconscious resonance waves caressed the teenager's consciousness.

The yelling elven technical officer in the observation ship, the captain struggling with the rudder. The people who clasped their hands in prayer noticed something, and the faces that looked this way-

Through the light, Roland visioned these things, and when his wandering consciousness returned to his body, he also saw the unbearable scenery in front of him.

!!"Hee-hee-!!hee-

Azdahaka's voice was completely unable to tell what he was trying to express.

Maybe it's crying, maybe it's laughing?

The damage caused by the continuous deletion of memory chunks has entered its final stage, and not only memory and rationality, but also emotional recognition has been directly affected. But even if it becomes such a field, the killing intent and hatred are still not exhausted. The current Azdahaka can be described as a container full of murderous intent. It is also an automatic killing weapon that has been de-entrenched from all security measures.

The proof of this is the light that emanates from Azdahaka, which can no longer be called light, but a dark glow like a black mist, in the realm where the rainbow light shines. Darkness that spreads like ink. In that darkness. The vortex of thunder that began to retract and compress became more and more dazzling.

The Super Mana Particle Cannon shoots at full power.

The three heads work together to speed up and retract. Far more powerful than a single-shot Super Mana Particle Cannon, it is almost as powerful as a mass disintegration bomb, enough to destroy one or two small islands.

Even if you lose your mind. Driven by the killing intent, he was able to complete all the preparations and aim the emitter that released the energy at Roland, which was already a miracle. Protected by the black mist that drained Azdahaka's will, this twisted miracle was about to give birth to a ruined glow that burned out a qiē.

Under this kind of power, Azdahaka himself would not be safe, but he did not feel the horror and did not have the time to care about his own safety.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!!"

While accumulating energy, there was saliva on the corner of his mouth and a meaningless strange scream - looking at this crazy gesture of coming to an end, Roland subconsciously wanted to look away.

Enough is enough.

Although this was entirely his own doing, and Roland did not have to bear any responsibility for it, he could not bear to look at it anymore.

So, it's time to end this nightmare.

Raised above the top, Durandal absorbed the light from the vortex of light, and the snow-like light rushed into the sword, shrouded in a slightly warm light, Roland's face overflowed with serenity and holiness.

It is a strange spectacle that can only be seen in legends, holding aloft the holy sword, shining with holy light, and still unwavering in the face of a powerful and catastrophic enemy—just as the ideals pursued by the knights are embodied, and those who pursue the right path are reborn in the world.

Bathed in that warm white light, anxiety, uneasiness, and estrangement seem to be far away from the world, which is a veritable holy light. It is a miracle that can only be manifested by the sword forged by God, and the truth that comes to the world.

"It's not that kind of thing. ”

A heterogeneous voice sounded in the sword, without sorrow or joy, and could not distinguish between men, women, old and young, with a breath without temperature, whispered in Roland's ear:

"It's just a collection of selfishness. ”

Selfishness -

Ruminating the derogatory word in his chest, Roland felt his heart tremble.

Indeed, I want to live, I want to do what I want to do, I want to be with my family. These are all personal visions, and it is not an exaggeration to call them selfishness, after all, there is no zài everyone is a kingdom of saints, and everyone has more or less their own ideas and demands.

But selfishness is wrong? Only by acting for the sake of the whole and suppressing feelings can it be called right? Just like Li Lin?

"It's not a question of right or wrong, it's just part of the common sense of the world. In response to the many prayers, the container called the 'king' and 'the brave' was created, and the act according to the overall will infused into it shows a clear result for the supplicant. ”

Not even a mockery, Roland's heart ached as he spoke in a voice that didn't rise or fall like a machine.

In order to put an end to the turmoil that is darker than midnight, to put an end to the cycle of sorrow washed in blood, to find a way for all to enjoy peace and prosperity for all, in order to respond to the many people who pray for this, someone must stand up, accept those voices, and fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of being a "king", and the sword of the brave is forged to protect the weak. This is undoubtedly true, but ...... Is there something that is not being considered?

"There have also been those who have resisted to be containers, such as those who are more honest and just, who value faith than favoritism, and who have become the kings of the knights' pursuit and imitation, such as men who have vowed to be 'partners of justice' and who have put their lives on both sides of the scale—these people who have the talent to become containers, but who rebel against fate, and end up miserable. ”

can only live as a container - this hidden line conjures up the dark back of another teenager in front of the young man's eyes.

In order to unify a single individual will into a powerful will, in order to respond to the long-cherished wishes of the elves, Li Lin became the container of the overall will. While talking about the world, for the happiness of everyone. But what he did made people wonder if he really understood people's hearts, whether he had never liked humans, but had always hated them?

With such a back, such an adoptive father, since the age of 5, Roland has felt very sad inexplicably.

With a "Shut up!" roar, Roland severed the connection with the chattering voice. Inject strength into the wrists holding the sword. Facing the imminent outbreak of thunder, the boy shouted from the depths of his soul.

"I'm not a container, I'm a ...... Humans, ahhh!!!!!h

With a heartfelt cry, the world was painted white. (To be continued......)

PS: There will be another one later, so stay tuned