The Reincarnator Fails Miserably

only……

——Why do you feel angry?

……I don't know.

——Do you really care about her life or death?

……I have no idea.

——You obviously never even cherished your own life.

...for I shall not perish.

—but she will.

……Yes.

——She will die here, leaving no trace, and even in the end, you will forget all this, just as you have forgotten the past.

……Yes.

—Then forget it.

……no.

--why?

...I don't want to forget.

——If you forget, there will be no pain, and after death, there will be new life.

... I loathe death.

——The person who wants to die actually says such a thing?

... death means forgetting.

——Do you cherish your own life?

……Won't.

——What exactly are you afraid of?

……lose.

-Death means eternal loss.

……Yes.

—Then you lied earlier.

……Yes.

——Do you care about her life or death?

……care.

——Then back to the original question, why are you so angry?

……because!

...I will never allow anyone!

...to take her life!That's mine!

The reincarnated person raised his eyes, blood red eyes.

He finally understood that it had always been there, like facing an abyss.

When he finally lowered his eyes to gaze, the abyss smiled at him as well.

At that time, he scooped up a handful of blood-red water, opened his mouth to drink it, and then...

Fallen into a demon.

In this regard, abandon all divinity, brandish death and sing in blood.

If I wait to become a fairy in the next life, why not pass me into a demon in this life!

[Big Destroyer]!

The hoarse roar was like the roar of a bloody dragon, and the sweeping sound turned into a pure white mist that shattered the ice and snow. The momentum of the erupting wave once made Otto, who was close at hand, hold his breath.

Otto, who was close at hand, saw with his own eyes a vast momentum like a volcanic eruption rushing out of this almost damaged body. The broken bones and shattered flesh were covered by a layer of blood-red dazzling light.

The sound of the beating heart came from his chest, like the beating of a war drum, and the spectators at the end of the street could clearly hear it. The violent force shattered the masonry ground under him into cobwebs, and the cracks spread in all directions!

Otto looked at the volcano that was about to erupt. He stared at it with bated breath. For a while, he couldn't believe what kind of scene he was seeing. With all his wisdom, he couldn't find such a case even in the void, and couldn't analyze it. Even more uncertain, this kind of unknown made him excited, but under the cloak of excitement, there was a more primitive fear breeding.

A pair of scarlet wings emerged from the storm and slowly unfolded from behind the figure. The wings were blood-red, poured with blood, and rushed away with great force. The high-pitched roar reached the sky, and the blood-soaked figure stood up again.

Embracing a pure child.

Bloody demon.

grinning.

Chapter two hundred and fifty