Yi Cha was not able to witness the final dissipation of the shadow demon. But in his subconscious, Duma seemed to have begun to die slowly in a dark corner unknown to others from the moment he lost contact.
This kind of intuition was seriously contrary to rationality - he believed from the beginning to the end that Chinurius would not pursue the Shadow Demon to the worst possible situation in any way - but as time went by, the thought that Duma had been killed not only It didn't disappear, but became stronger and stronger.
Until it finally becomes a fact.
The passing of Duma Aynak brought up a practical question. Who will manage the Three Stars that are connected to Chaos Hell?
But he didn't take it to heart at that time. At this time, he believed that Duma's biggest trouble was Chinulius. As for Beelzebub, he didn't care much about the little shadow demon jumping back and forth.
He didn't think about other possibilities. There was no other possibility.
Later he understood where those vague thoughts came from. He even understood where his uncontrollable and nameless anger came from - this understanding even seemed redundant. They really come from possibilities that don't exist.
Those may indeed have been created by his own hands.
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It's almost dawn, but "Citrus Lady" Roselie Keeney still can't sleep. The mattress was hard and thin, and the coldness of the floor was as if it were in an uninhabited land, seeping through it and seeping into the bones. The quilt was so dirty that its original color could not be seen, and it exuded an unpleasant smell. She couldn't imagine what they were originally, and who had touched which part of their body.
The telepathic user opened his eyes wide and shrank his body as much as possible to reduce the contact area with these dirty fabrics.
I don’t know what day it is. Maybe a few years later. Time seems to have lost its meaning lately. The dates are no longer separated by Mondays, days of the month, or some distant holiday. She also no longer has the correct sense of time. Instead, there were "fighting time", "escape time", "corpse collection time", "burial and mourning time", and finally this time was quickly replaced by "purification time". The "eating time" was compressed to a very short time, and the pleasure derived from it also declined rapidly, and finally stopped at about a quarter of the torture.
Luo Sili was very tired. In several consecutive "purification times", she has never been able to insert a "rest time", but she still hopes that the next day will come as soon as possible so that she can devote herself to her desperate passion for justice.
Tomorrow they will head to Kekmira.
She will have ample opportunity to unleash her passion.
A few bunks away, Edru Quickly smelled of alcohol and snored deafeningly. The smell and sound filled the entire temporary barracks. This aggravated the irritability of the mind attack user. She couldn't close her eyes, looking aimlessly in the gray and black shadows. The warning magic connection gave off a dim light, outlining the outlines of several nearby bunks - covered with a thin layer of sheets, uneven and completely still, just like a certain type of time that appeared frequently recently. Things that arrived...
"thing". It's "something". "You'd better think so. Otherwise, I'm worried that your spirit will not be able to persist until the end." This was Ufa Ufa's suggestion to her alone. She later realized it wasn't concern, but a warning.
Ufa Ufa is not here. I don't know if it was her imagination, but from a certain point on, "White Phosphorus" seemed to be avoiding acting with them as much as possible. It seems that it was just before the sacrifice of the monster dancer China Dorado, or was it earlier?
He is becoming more and more mysterious, silent, and terrifying. There are layers of cloth strips wrapped under the hood - and the number of cloth strips seems to be gradually increasing. But they don't think about trust at all now. What are these things?
Of course they can only trust Ufa Ufa. The living and dead people in the action group all believe that his purpose is absolutely just.
Anything else, nothing matters. There will be sacrifices in moving forward.
Luo Sili heard a noise not far behind her. Bunk from 721·5.
In this crumbling, ruin-like barracks, the Olympian Mage seems to be able to
The only person who stays organized in the chaos. He shouldn't get up at such an early hour, but she couldn't be sure of the time now. She should have turned around and asked. But for some reason, a bad premonition gripped her heart. She pinched the corners of the quilt and remained motionless.
721·5 coughed heavily several times. Is he sick?
"The orbit formula result is wrong." She heard the Olympian mage whisper, "There is some kind of deviation. Most of the reference points are invalid..."
after awhile.
"According to the data that has been used, the demon's evacuation is only a temporary phenomenon. The reason is unknown. What is certain is that they will come back soon with dozens of times the number..." Qi Eryi murmured.
Luo Sili's heart sank, but she still listened.
"I need to……"
He did not continue.
"I guess..."
He interrupted himself again.
"I can not……"
Luo Sili was heartbroken. after a long time.
There was just a gentle sigh coming from the direction of 721.5.
We will die tomorrow. Luo Sili clenched her fists tightly and thought to herself.
We will all die tomorrow. Like Xiunastas, Benna Chi Xian, Xina Dorado. There might be hope, but it would be impossible for my eyes to see anymore.
my eyes. She thought to herself as she listened to Edru's snoring and Qi Er Yi's slight gasp. The eyes of me and my comrades. Tomorrow they will sink in the darkness and melt in the fire. Same for everyone. Miracles will never happen again. Our abilities have long reached their limits and we are unable to turn the tide.
I will not shed tears in front of my parents on the eve of marrying into a neighboring country. 721·5 will no longer grow into the greatest mage of all time and carry forward the Olympian Society. Chasimikuka will no longer break the mood with his shady sabotage jokes. It was impossible for Edru to return to the forest and brag about his exploits to his children.
None of these things can happen again. She had never been so clear-headed.
Tomorrow they will head to Kekmira. She would have ample opportunity to unleash her rage. Passion has turned to anger.
She had never hated a demon as much as she did at this moment.
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The time is almost up. If you consider a little advance, now should be almost the time to send the notice. On the other hand, all samples have been packaged and ready to be transported at any time.
Nese is still waiting. He could indeed convince himself that the reason for waiting was to allow the Ghost Falcon's eggs to hatch more successfully. But he couldn't deceive himself.
He knew exactly which guest he was expecting, which made him feel doubly humiliated.
Ezhaint Sinkardstu.
Will he really never come again?
Nese thought, and then the first uninvited guest arrived.
