Restart. Reboot again. When the blood of Zhou Li and Eluma dyed Futaba's eyes red, this was the only word left in her mind.
Restart. She felt fear and endless anger. It was the first time a girl who had never tasted emotions came into contact with such intense and gushing emotions.
"This is the fate line that Zhou Li and Eluma have experienced." Kanbar's words were just an ordinary reminder in Shuangye's ears at the time, until she experienced it personally and witnessed everything with her own eyes. , Futaba, who had regained her emotions, could no longer suppress the molten furnace that suddenly burst out in her heart.
Why, why are kind people destined to experience all this injustice? Why should Zhou Li, who had never killed anyone or broken any laws, be forced to become a hero?
Why should the gentle and kind-hearted Eluma be forced to alienate the people she loves just for the sake of a world that has nothing to do with her?
Why is everything a given? Why does this nonsense fate happen again and again without hope?
Looking at Torea, who was walking toward her with a scythe in front of her, the corners of the scarlet-covered girl's mouth slowly opened, and a hysterical yet extremely calm smile appeared on her face.
"I didn't expect you to be so strong." The Demon King was stunned. She had never seen such a strange look on a girl's face.
She seemed to be laughing or roaring angrily. There was only blood red in her eyes that were originally as golden as the sun, but there was no scarlet and ferocious meaning. Those red eyes were like burning heart fire, burning everything she was angry about in her eyes.
Futaba's voice was cold and condescending, as if she was the winner of this battle, and the one who lost half of his body with the scythe was the Demon King.
But her smile was so bright, and the killing intent in her eyes solidified again. But the Demon King discovered that this murderous intention did not seem to be directed at her alone.
"Eluma, don't worry."
"It's up to me to break the fate of the brave and the divine envoy. With his back to the dying Eluma, Futaba slowly raised his bloody right hand, then stretched out his thumb, fingertips downward, and used all his strength to The next meal. After using the gesture that Zhou Li had taught her, Futaba looked at the Demon King under the black mist, and said word by word with unprecedented determination: "
"I am the Black Emperor." The sword blade pierced his heart, and pain and chaos swept over him. At the last moment she fell into darkness, Futaba stared at the scarlet eyes of the Demon King under the black mist, and a sarcastic smile appeared on her face.
See you next time. ************************************
"Phew." A familiar feeling. Putting his hand gently on his heart, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar beating, Futaba, who was lying on the cold stone, smiled with relief.
very nice. It's great to have another chance. Standing up slowly, Futaba looked around the familiar forest, breathed a long sigh of relief, raised her hand, and a pearl containing the Black Emperor slowly fell into her palm.
This is the authority of the Black Emperor, and it also represents the Supreme Will of the Black Emperor.
"Crown". In previous lives, in order to avoid the unnecessary negative impact of the Black Emperor profession on herself, Futaba always kept the crown within her body and never showed it.
Therefore, in front of outsiders, she has always been a demigod-level professional. But in fact, the Black Emperor with full firepower is no less powerful than any god.
Slowly crushing the pearls and jade in her hand, accompanied by chaotic and majestic singing, the girl was slowly crowned between the soil and trees.
There is no need for anyone's testimony or the backdrop of grand scenes. The three words "Black Emperor" are already supreme authority.
Futaba, who had already engraved the power of the Black Emperor in her bones, quickly recalled the restless power in her body. At the same time, the regained emotions also gave her a new understanding of the Black Emperor's authority.
Uncertain mood and anger, acting wantonly. Repeating eight words gently in her heart, Futaba, who had always faced others with a calm attitude, gradually understood something.
Her eyes also began to be stained with extremely calm madness, and a calm but frightening aura gradually emerged around Futaba.
I am indeed a little stupid. Futaba closed her eyes and slowly opened them after a moment. The indescribable sense of oppression gradually subsided, but the originally golden eyes were only left with a bloody blush.
But this time, she didn't go to the foot of the mountain to wait for Eluma and Zhou Li's motorcade, and happened to meet them.
Walking leisurely towards the top of the mountain, a moment later, Futaba stood on a boulder, calmly looking down at the narrow and steep road at his feet.
Soon, two ordinary-looking carriages drove slowly between the roads, and the Black Emperor's enhanced hearing allowed Futaba to hear the two familiar voices.
"Ugh???? Eluma, what's wrong????"
"It's okay, I'm sorry, but I miss you so much."
"Ah????????????" Listening to the conversation in the carriage, Futaba's originally stern expression softened, and a touching smile appeared on her cheeks. .
very nice. But this time, Futaba did not stand in front of the carriage, did not talk to Eluma and Zhou Li, nor did she follow their carriage to Tarik to fight the Demon King together.
Watching the carriage slowly disappear under the foot of the mountain, Futaba no longer hesitated or hesitated, turned around and walked into the dense forest.
Eluma, Zhou Li. You are not wrong, everything you do is correct, the only thing wrong is that this world should not be treated gently by you.
Your methods are too peaceful. Even Eluma, who has already gained experience, is still prepared to act in accordance with the law.
I don't blame you, or in other words, no one has the right to blame you. Everything you do is the most correct thing in reality.
But reality doesn't help. Muqi... raised his head and stared at the warm golden sun in the sky. The corners of the mouth of the girl who once had the same eye color slowly raised, and a cold smile appeared on her face.
Let’s start with you. Suppose there is an iron house, which has absolutely no windows and is difficult to destroy. There are many sleeping people inside, and they will soon die of suffocation. However, as they pass from sleep to death, they do not feel the sorrow of dying.
Now you are shouting loudly, startling a few more sober people, and causing this unfortunate minority to suffer irreparable death pain. Do you think you are worthy of them?
What if this iron house can be destroyed? Raising her head and looking at the lush Bronina Mountains in front of her, the girl in white robe had a cold look in her eyes.
The iron house can be destroyed, but everyone in the house needs to use their hands to prop up the roof. However, after all, only a few can wake up early.
People like Magnum III and Herinen are just a small part of this world.
Others will not wake up until they are suffocated by the iron house. Since you can't wake up, let me help you.
As we slowly walked onto the wide road, the black mist began to follow us like a shadow. The soldiers who reacted began to move closer to the girl. Facing their inquiries, Futaba, who had been shrouded in black mist, raised his head, and an aura of destruction instantly spread across the entire road.
Ring it. Glancing at the Muqi soldiers who had been corrupted by the Black Emperor's authority, Futaba ignored the cries and whines. Even though her heart began to tremble, she still walked towards Muqi's capital, Havana, without any hesitation.
Muqi is the most suitable person to become
A stop for "The Devil Comes". The population density here is small, and most of the cities are built on the mountains. They can cause massive destruction, but they can reduce casualties as much as possible and retain their strength for the real battle of the devil.
At the same time, when the real Demon King comes, Havana will soon be affected. If they can deploy defenses here in advance because of themselves, the Demon King's footsteps will easily be slowed down.
"Child, stop." Just when Futaba was about to arrive in Havana, she suddenly stopped on the road, and a slightly tired old voice sounded out of thin air in her ears.
"You have no intention of killing, but you are doing evil things of destruction. This is against your inner behavior. Stop and tell me your difficulties, and I will make the right choice." After hearing that familiar voice, Futaba He let out a small breath.
Mr. Muqi. Futaba has always had high respect for this old man. In every battle between the demon kings, this old man always created a great advantage for the human coalition, but no matter which time, it was delayed due to internal problems of the human coalition, and in the end the old man's life and efforts were wasted.
At the same time, she also knew that this old man with a humble appearance, who was just an ordinary brilliant teacher in the world, was actually a God-given powerhouse.
Humans who wake up early will never let you down again. Futaba slowly raised her hand, and the Black Emperor's mist began to slowly dissipate. She closed her eyes and said, "You made a mistake."
"Nothing I did went against my heart."
"Alas." A Ruoyouruowu sigh appeared at the end of the road. Mr. Muqi slowly walked out of the sun, leaning on a wooden crutch wrapped with vines.
Looking at the girl wrapped in black mist in front of him, pity flashed in his eyes and he said softly: "My child, I can feel the firmness of your will."
"But I want to remind you that if you insist on going your own way, it may end up being the opposite of what you imagined." The old man's words made Futaba suddenly feel absent-minded. She even felt that the other party's slightly cloudy eyes had seen through her thoughts.
But she didn't say anything, she just raised her hand, and the black mist-shrouded sky was her only answer.
"What a pity." Mr. Muqi sighed softly, and the next second, a huge cage made of vines instantly imprisoned Futaba in the trees.
Without giving her any chance to breathe, an invisible ripple swept across her body. And Mr. Muqi's eyes also showed a dazzling light.
Um? Ripples swept across the girl's body, but surprise suddenly flashed in Mr. Muqi's eyes.
"I'm sorry, old gentleman." The black mist eroded the trees, and Futaba's red eyes looked through the mist, apologetically.
"You can't take my soul away."
"I have never seen a soul structure that I couldn't understand." A look of interest appeared on Mr. Muqi's face, and beside him, lush green trees grew like a critical mass.
"Because..." The black mist suddenly tightened, and in an instant, the girl appeared behind Old Man Muqi, piercing the opponent's heart with a sharp blade.
At the same time, her voice resounded throughout Muqi.
"Things you have never seen before are called demons."************************
"There are traces of demons in Muqi?!
"In Tariq's conference room, Eluma, who had just finished talking, was about to get up and leave when she received a piece of news that shocked her.
"That's right." The courier who knew the identities of Eluma and Zhou Li did not hide anything under the instruction of Herinin and said simply: "Muqi's capital Havana was attacked by a being who claimed to be the devil. Muqi The gentleman repelled the opponent at the cost of his arms being injured. According to Mr. Muqi's description, the opponent's soul had a completely special structure, his eyes were red, and his whole body was shrouded in black mist. In his knowledge, this kind of existence could not be compared with him. Any creature in memory can match the characteristics. "Black mist, red eyes, special soul."
These three key words made Eluma stunned, and countless fragments of memories filled her mind like a flood.
After a moment, under Zhou Li's concerned inquiry, Eluma nodded slightly, and her voice suddenly became hoarse.
"That's right." She looked at Herinin in front of her, repeated it again, and then said firmly, word by word: "That's right."
"This is the Demon King." In Eluma's eyes, it was not only the surprise caused by the Demon King's early appearance, but also a kind of expectation and surprise.
What a coincidence.
"Where are the casualties?" Facing Herinen's inquiry, the messenger lowered his head and glanced at the briefing paper in his hand, and then said: "Because of Mr. Muqi's existence, only 179 people were injured and 16 people died. . But according to Mr. Muqi, the existence of the self-proclaimed Demon King can infect ordinary people with a gas, causing them to lose their consciousness, so they need to be more careful." This description convinced Eluma that this was the breath of the devil.
Without any hesitation, she looked at Herinen and said solemnly: "Your Majesty the King, I don't think there is any evidence stronger than these." Herinen said nothing, but looked at Elu with some surprise. Ma, doubts appeared in her eyes again.
After a moment, he smiled in disbelief, but without any hesitation, he stood up, stretched out his hand, and said with emotion: "It seems that the enemy we faced has given us a chance."
"That's right." For the first time, Eluma felt what
"Clear situation". She knew that this was an opportunity given to her by her enemy.
"The Demon King really gave us a chance to unite as one."
