In the ruined alien realm of what was once a village, Roland was alone.

The familiar scenery is all burning, and the collapsed houses, human bodies, and fields are all on fire without exception. The raging flames seemed to laugh at the insolence of humanity, and let out a mocking scream as they licked the earth with their searing breath.

Soon, the sharp scream also fell silent, and the pitch-black diamond crawled against the ground.

The inorganic matter was like a living thing, as long as it was a zài—charred corpses, earth, wood, and even hissing flames—swallowed them all, and then increased the same kind with a faster rate, covering the ground.

Hell.

More miserable and terrifying than the lowest hell, a hell of hell.

Humans could not even maintain their human appearance and dignity here, and without even the opportunity to pray, repent, escape, or funeral, they tragically became a collection of black diamonds and completely disappeared from the world.

This is such a hell, and in such a hell you can only escape.

No!

That's not true!

I'm not the stinky little ghost who can't do anything, can't save anyone, and can only cry and shout and turn around and run away!!

The child standing on the rubble yelled with all his might, tears and snot flowed out, and the poor dirty child screamed desperately.

There was a real feeling of holding an object in his hand, and his eyes, which were fascinated by tears, saw that he was holding a sword with a flickering cold light in his hand, and his gaze began to derive with the change in height.

"Oops, you survived. ”

The screeching sound of leather shoes crushing black diamonds, and the sound of nonchalant care came from overhead.

A long black hem trench coat hunts. The dark-haired boy narrowed his blood-like red pupils and glared at the boy below.

He was the one responsible for ruining the village and taking people's lives. But when he committed such a crime, he just smiled nonchalantly, as if he had just done a trivial thing.

"You ......!!! guy"

"There were many injuries all over the body, but they didn't hurt the vital points, and they didn't erode because someone gave their lives to protect them? ”

There was a diagonal line on the cheek of the handsome face that was not like a mortal, and the red blood gushed out along the line and flowed into a thin stream, but the black-haired boy did not feel the pain, and showed a smile that even the wound was distorted.

"But. It's all already like this. What else can you do? What else do you have to protect?"

The contemptuous smile took away Roland's strength at once, and even if he had strength, the world had been ruined, brick by brick. Every grass and tree has been eroded by the "Boiling Mirror Realm". A qiē was engulfed by a black diamond. The thing worth protecting is ...... too!!

"Roland ......"

A faint moan sounded from behind, extremely weak and dying, and a familiar voice that touched the depths of the soul.

"Mom...... Mommy ......"

Turn your head. Behind her is her mother, Elise, who has stray hair and a bloody face.

There is no doubt that the face, the hair, the lilac-like smell cannot be an illusion, there is no delicate phantom that even touches the taste, and it is indeed his biological mother who fell to the ground.

"Aren't you dead yet? ”

The black-clothed young man stood in front of Roland, raised the long knife in his hand and prepared to cut it down in one go, the young man tried his best to stop it, but the other party's long knife moved faster, and his mother's eyes widened, staring at his face from front of him.

Before he could shout, the scenery changed again.

"Isn't this the young master, come to my mother's funeral?"

The cockroach licked the slender needle tube and plunged it hard into the mother's back, and blood bubbles sprayed out of the needle.

"It's just a little ghost who doesn't understand anything, can't do anything. ”

The bee tugged at her mother's hair, and the stinger came out of the middle of her snow-white breast, and her mother foamed at the blood and twitched like a fish out of water.

"I tried to protect anyone, but I couldn't protect anyone. ”

The maiden knight swung her greatsword, and her mother split in two in front of her.

"Gloria ......"

Roland moaned the name of a cheerful girl.

More figures appeared.

Venia poisoned her mother;

Thor strangled his mother;

Tyre smashed his mother's head with the butt of his gun;

Minerva struck with lightning......

"Stop......"

People who know and don't know appear in front of them one by one, and kill the mothers one by one with all kinds of cruel means, which is extremely real and delicate, and it is impossible to doubt its authenticity.

There were more and more images that could not be distinguished, and the corpse of his mother was piled up in front of him, and dozens or hundreds of identical faces were either empty and confused, or miserable and resentful, and all the eyes turned at the same time, spilling their harsh gaze on the trembling Roland.

The mother didn't say a word, but her moving eyes seemed to be questioning.

Why didn't you protect me?

You already have the strength, you can protect me.

The teenager trembled like a seizure, and the gentle voice wrapped around him like a snake.

Roland -

Countless lips opened and closed together, pleading with doubts and grievances.

Help me.

Protect me.

Protect mom.

Protect your only family.

"A dead man should look like a dead man, no chatter, you -- shut up all of you. ”

The incomparably arrogant and cold voice slammed into the wall composed of human faces, and the walls that were so thick that no light could penetrate cracked the cracks, and with the snap of the fingers, the human face wall fell to the ground with a bang, crushing the cracked and twisted faces, and the red-haired woman in the black knight costume came to the young man who was curled up in a ball, and smiled.

"You, you are ......"

"There's no need to put on a 'strange, why is this guy here?' As long as I activate the ability of the 'Demon Cat', I can store zài anywhere, and I will not store zài anywhere. As it is now, intervening in this spiritual world is a trivial matter. It's you, with a very good expression, have you encountered something good?"

The seductive woman bent down, her mischievous smile almost touching Roland's face.

"I ...... To protect mom ......"

The boy repeated the sentence as if broken.

"Whew, that's a great idea. ”

The witch grabbed the still twitching head on the ground, inserted her right hand along her spine, her index and middle fingers out of her eye sockets, and her thumb against her jaw - the broken head was instantly transformed into a doll.

"Protect me, protect me, even if I'm dead, protect me—"

Using ventriloquism or some other means to help the curious toy make a sound, the witch threw away the broken toy, and said coldly:

"It's really an old-fashioned and vulgar technique, repeatedly pushing people to the limit, producing a misalignment of perception of the world, designating a vague object as a 'protective role', instilling the obsessive concept of 'if you don't protect, you can't do it', and finally transforming a fighter who regards 'protecting your mother' as the first priority-will be domesticated by this method, should you say that you only have this kind of Cheng dù?"

"I ......"

"If you expect me to hug you, touch your head, and comfort you. I'm really sorry, I don't have any interest in lost dogs, especially lost their ideals. If you are willing to dream, you can do it for the rest of your life, anyway, there are so many mothers here who can hug you and touch you. ”

The witch snapped her fingers, and the space cracked again for her to enter and exit, and she left without looking back.

Roland -

Protect me-

At the moment when the red-haired enchantress disappeared, all the faces of the people squirmed with joy again, calling and starting to gather again with Roland as the center.

Protect me, just think about protecting my mother, don't think about anything else, it's really a good child of my mother-

The world of the mind is filled with warm voices, and the indoctrination of pure thinking is constantly repeated.

"Mom. ”

The boy curled up in a ball muttered and slowly stood up. The Wall of Human Faces responded to the call with great joy.

"Roland, my child—"

"I really, really miss you, miss you so much, want to touch you again, be hugged by you once, cry in front of you once. ”

"Come here, my child. ”

"But you're long dead. Killed by that cruel bastard who was unreasonable and affectionate with his father. ”

"You...... Say what?"

The almost complete wall of the human face trembled, and countless tiny cracks emerged.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, I'm going to grow up and be independent. ”

Raising his head, the boy whose face was covered with bodily fluids bit his lip and couldn't stop crying. (To be continued......)

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