I'll kill you after I finish this game!

"Hotaru, Beatrice, let's go."

"Abstain."

"elder brother."

Whispering "I love you," Beatrice and Sakurai Kai, hand in hand with Hotaru, entered a new world of redemption after death, where a flawless twilight awaited them.

Stripped of all sin and sin, they will never be separated.

They let the warmth of each other's hands become a signpost on the road to happiness and redemption, and bravely moved forward.

..........

At the same time, before countless viewers could even marvel, the outcome of another battlefield also took a dramatic turn.

"Kabeng——"

The scene from before was once again displayed before countless viewers: Schreiber activated his "Creation" and tore off the chains of the relic that Yuzashirou had wrapped around the back of the motorcycle.

Similar to the moment when Sakurai Hotaru and Elunere decided the outcome, Honjo Erii and Yuza Shirou, whose chains had been broken and whose bodies were like cracked ceramic, looked like they were about to die.

but......

"Buzz!"

The feeling of a new world arriving swept across the entire universe, and this moment of time stood still at this very moment.

Time stood still, but more than that, Yuza Shirou cared about the fading sense of knowing.

"Just now... the sense of awareness disappeared."

Silang and Huiliyi stared blankly, incredulous.

But judging from the feeling, it really has disappeared.

To put it another way, they genuinely didn't know what was happening at that moment; it was truly their first experience, an undeniable unknown.

Moreover, at the moment the White Knight Schreiber activated [Creation], the delicate sacred relic chains shattered, and Shirou and Erii had already fallen into the realm of death.

Faced with Schreiber's longing, no one could reach her, and no one could bridge the distance between them.

Therefore, the chains were completely shattered, and the demonic wolves that rushed out unleashed a bloodbath, resulting in the deaths of Si Lang and his companions.

That's how it should have been, that's how it should have been, the current situation is impossible.

But it is precisely because it is impossible that it is unknown.

"------!"

Moreover, in that instant, the distance between Silang and his group and Schreiber's backs disappeared, and they began to close in on each other.

The infinite distance was shortened, and the instant equivalent to a number became zero.

Didn't you notice? Don't you understand? It's as if this guy's time has been stopped.

But if time has stopped, why can they still move?

Schreiber stalled, but they didn't.

Therefore, in stark contrast to Schreiber's sudden halt, Shiro and Erii, who had been dragged at an immeasurable speed, had already arrived behind him.

Shiro and Erii also realized that this was their chance to seize victory. Already seated on the back of Schreiber's bicycle, Erii playfully said to Shiro:

"Three butts."

"This is bound to cause an accident."

Yuzashiro smiled, picked up his pistol, aimed at the motorcycle's fuel tank that was fused with Schreiber, and pulled the trigger.

Bang—Boom!

The deadly black light bullet pierced Schreiber's body, shattering the fuel tank of the motorcycle beneath him and causing a massive explosion in space.

Instantly, a massive explosion and sea of ​​fire engulfed countless star fields.

pound---!

"Cough—!"

"Ugh—!"

Thanks to the brief moment of time-stopping protection, Yuza Shirou and Honjo Erii were not immediately killed by the explosion. Instead, they screamed and crashed violently into a fragment of a celestial continent.

The nearly shattered bodies rolled back and forth. Honjo Erii's left arm was gone, leaving only her upper body. Similarly, Yuza Shirou's legs and even his right arm were completely destroyed.

The two lay on the ground, leaning against each other, breathing heavily and listlessly.

The feeling I had just experienced has disappeared.

Whether it's the feeling that time has stopped, or the results experienced at the time.

However, it can be asserted that both of them strongly felt that these were realities.

The reason is completely unclear, and the specific cause is unknown.

I don't know, but it doesn't matter.

The important thing here is the fact that, like a fleeting ray of light, we have finally obtained what we sought.

Then, that fact brought victory.

That's right, it's victory.

because---

"Cough... Ugh..."

Surrounded by the scattered remains of holy relics, Schreiber appeared unharmed on the outside, but his soul had suffered a fatal wound. He staggered to his feet amidst a sea of ​​fire, clutching his hollow, bleeding right eye, trembling with pain.

His body was covered in wounds and soaked in red blood, with empty, bloody holes visible beneath the missing eye patch.

The White Knight who will never be touched.

No matter who attacks, it can maintain its distance; a maddening speed that no one can catch.

He was fatally wounded, shot through the back, shattering the relic, and was overtaken in his supposedly ultimate speed.

This is his defeat, and what else is it but the victory of the Silangs?

The relic connected to his soul shattered, and it was a testament to his resilience that he didn't die immediately, but he was still completely on the countdown to death.

Yuza Shirou is the same in this respect.

"Uh-huh..."

Schreiber wanted to smell what he had always been searching for.

In order to fill the emptiness in their hearts and souls, they kept stuffing food into them.

The emptiness and hunger of running and killing all the way is there.

This was his life—constantly killing and slaughtering enemies.

After he ran past, a mountain of corpses piled up behind him—this was the form of his victory.

but.......

"Ouch, that hurts..."

Schreiber's expression was like that of a child, his face full of grievance and pain, his voice indistinct, a low whisper filled with anguish:

"It hurts so much! It feels like my body is being torn to pieces. Mom, it hurts so much! I tried so hard..."

Wolfgang Schreiber was overwhelmed by Anna's painful memories.

Schreiber's hair continued to grow and extend, turning into long, slender hair that emitted a snow-white spiritual light. Blood kept gushing from his empty eyes, and the blood contained all sorts of mutilated organs.

There were also various body parts of men and women, as well as the corpses of those he had killed, some mutilated, some intact, etc., a vast expanse flowing down like a river of blood.

Standing in the pool of blood, Schreiber's voice had completely transformed into a delicate, feminine tone as he groaned and wept in agony:

"Waaaaah, no, don't hit me! The bleeding won't stop, my eyes hurt so much, they haven't healed since Mom stabbed me... Is it a bad thing to be loved by so many people? Is it bad that I take on so many clients? Doesn't Mom like money? I've already earned so much money for Mom..."

Schreiber pressed his hollow, bleeding right eye and broke down crying like a child, like a girl.

The memories of the past have vanished, leaving not even a trace of the beginning...

Whether it's a curse or a blessing, no one can understand.

At this moment, Yuza Shirou and Honjo Erii remained silent, and all the comments on the screen disappeared from the eyes of countless viewers.

That distorted and sorrowful atmosphere could not be stopped.

"I'm sorry, I'm ugly and dirty. Everyone just thinks I'm weird because my face is so swollen. They hugged me because they thought it was funny."

Schreiber huddled up, trembling, and covered her head, sobbing as if someone were constantly beating her. Her voice was incredibly humble and subservient as she said:

"Mom is more beautiful, Mom is more gorgeous, I understand, I understand, I understand, so... don't say I'm useless, please continue to love me! Love me! Love me! I will become a better daughter for you!!!"

Upon hearing this tragic and heartbreaking story, Silang and Huiliyi merely contorted their expressions slightly, without taking any further action.

There was no pity, no sorrow, no compassion.

Because they don't know the other party's situation, and they don't want to know or are interested in knowing.

Countless viewers did not want to know the tragic and twisted story, so they could only remain silent.

Teyvat, the inner office of the Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt.

"Commander Qin, doesn't his mother love him?"

Klee looked on with a puzzled expression at the scene that left countless people speechless. She tugged at Qin's clothes beside her, puzzled and curious, and then looked at Aunt Lisa, who was silent.

I wanted to get the answer from them.

Her mother is very good to her. Although she can't be with her often, her mother never misses her birthday celebrations.

She loved her mother the most, so Claire didn't quite understand what was going on with Schreiber on screen who wasn't loved by his mother.

"..."

Jean and Lisa exchanged a silent glance, then looked at Klee and forcibly told her to stop watching this scene for the time being, as it was not a twisted story that Klee should be explaining.

A tragic childhood is a distant memory for the happy, beloved Klee.

For Schreiber, the crazed killer in the video, the other person's story is not surprising.

Generally speaking, most serial killers survive.