"In order to no longer waver in my position - in order not to lose sight of the existence that I should watch, and for the consciousness that I truly embrace, I think I should also confess to Artolis here." Standing on the guardrail, the shaky body spread its arms. .
Outside the guardrail is a cliff hundreds of meters deep. Although this level is only slightly higher for ordinary cultivators, it is not suitable for those who have not even learned the Wu Kong Technique and whose strength is less than level 4. For Kukuchi, it was absolutely fatal.
Atoris, who was aware of the current situation, exclaimed, and rushed forward to take the other person's hand, but before Atoris could make such a move, Kukuchi took the lead and used Force magic to knock her back.
"What are you...?" Affected by the other party's magic, Artolis took a few steps back. After barely stabilizing her figure, Artolis raised her head and threw her confusion to the other party.
"Can you see? Even if we are performing such a dramatic scene, the passers-by will not be moved." After the glare gradually subsided, the girl's red figure gradually became clear with her back to the setting sun.
"That is my talent - Kongmeng Huazhang." The girl prayed and uttered the mantra like an oracle.
"You made such a dangerous move, didn't you just want to tell me that your innate power is the power to control space?" After the other party's explanation, Artolis realized that the people around her seemed to have never seen them. Likewise, no matter how critical the current situation is, he still chooses to walk between them indifferently.
As for the farce just now, Artolis knew very well how loud she shouted, but it failed to attract the attention of others. Now that I think about it, it is really suspicious. There is only one situation that can explain it, and that is the power of space between them. Downplayed.
"The answer is basically correct, but there is one omission, that is, this ability is not something I can control at will."
"Eh?" The other party's specious answer made Artolis obviously stunned.
"To put it simply, it is passively triggered. The power of space of objects that come into contact with me during the day will be affected. It will increase from the moment the sun rises, peaking at 12 noon, and then begin to decrease, until it decreases to 100% at dusk. It's the lowest value and can only return to normal at night." Faced with Atoris's confusion, Kukuchi was cheerful.
"You seem to have never mentioned it to me?"
"Because Artolis didn't ask me, right?" The other party shrugged as he said it, and then showed a faint smile: "Besides, it's nothing. Speaking of which, it's through this ability that I am able to do everything in my life." We learned the truth about the war without anyone knowing, but judging from Artoris’s appearance, she must have known about it.”
"..." Facing the other party's smile, Artolis felt like a lump in her throat.
Facing the setting sun, what she saw with her hazy eyes was not what she expected.
Yes, that smile is not real, just like the empty dream of the past, illusory.
If what you think about when you are about to die is the collective reflection of a person, then Kukuchi Negron is too arrogant.
Even in this peace that is about to collapse, it seems that everything is as usual, and the persistence is firmly sealed in their friendship.
"So what do you want to say to me after learning the truth?" The sun sets in the west. If it is true as the other party said, then this is the time when the power of space is weakest. In addition, there is interference from the magnetic field here. No matter what happens next, Whatever you want to talk about, it will probably not attract other people's attention.
It turns out that everything that happened today, up to this point, was part of Kukuchi's calculations. Artoris was a little surprised by this incident.
"With my brother's ability, it is inevitable to join the resistance. But I also said that his talent is overdrawn by his real vitality, which is a power that cannot be sustainable in reality. If my brother falls into a hard battle, he will inevitably have to liberate himself. Burning blood, in that state, even if you defeat your opponent, you probably won't be able to survive until the end." Kukuqi said, looking a little lonely, and seemed to be aware of the state he was in, so he jumped down from the guardrail. .
"Actually, what I mentioned before was not a joke. I really hope that Artolis can be with my brother and let him care about her, so that maybe he won't put his own life on the battlefield."
Kazan's power is only superficial. This was the message Kukuchi conveyed to Artoris. As long as he releases the burning blood, his ending will not change regardless of whether he defeats his opponent or not.
In her hazy consciousness, the girl couldn't help but wonder.
Even though he knew that this body must be destroyed, he still struggled ugly.
So, what exactly is this body that is already empty holding on to?
This question is not just for Kazan, but also for Artoris herself.
For a moment, her consciousness went back to the starting point of everything. The answer to this question may have been planted in her heart from the beginning.
She had always known that the moment Kdores left with a smile, the girl named Artolis Grandeple was no longer a cold weapon.
Even though the sword will be broken if reduced to fighting against the enemy, and the warrior will be broken, the agitation is rekindled in his heart.
Warm blood flowed through his body, and his eyes held real emotions.
I can no longer tell whether this persistence... is a personal relationship or a mission.
But that day she realized what tears felt like.
"War will not pity any life. If someone exits, another person will step up to fill his place. Maybe your brother just doesn't want to carry the guilt and self-blame of others dying because of him."
Perhaps her situation at this time was similar to Kazan's, but the essence of the two was completely different.
Intruded by karma, the desire to go from death to life is personal love; to become the guardian of the people, the stubbornness that sinks into the sand is fraternity.
Even if Kukuchi's prayers tug at the heartstrings like a love poem, I'm afraid it is an admiration that she, as Grandpup, would never allow.
"If we want to win this war, there will inevitably be sacrifices. Although I don't hope that person will be Kazan, I think he should be aware of it. It may not be that easy for him to change his mind. "Meeting Kukuchi's slightly disappointed gaze, Artoris shook her head helplessly.
"Atholis, will you also join the resistance?"
Artoris didn't know why the other party asked this, but she already had the answer in her mind.
"Yes, after all, protecting people's smiles is not the duty that a knight should fulfill."
