White Albion rammed into Ort's body again and again, and the light of the stars continued to gather in the cannon-like structure that stretched out from its open chest.

 The whole world is now affected by the aftermath of their battle.

 The other party was constantly driving him away, and ort knew this very well.

 But what puzzled it was that even though it was at a disadvantage due to the lack of a heart, why was it at an absolute disadvantage?

 Is there something wrong with this?

 Aren't we all extreme life forms? How come you're even more extreme than the limit?

 It has no aggressive tendencies and is essentially just a lazy giant crystal spider.

 He fell to the earth prematurely because he responded to a request. He originally wanted to wait until the time was up, but he was woken up by a sun thrown by his compatriot halfway.

 Then, an even more serious problem arose.

 ort began to think for himself.

 Where has the universe gone?

 this world...

 There is no vast and infinite universe.

 It is as if the world is put into a glass jar, and the universe becomes the shell of the jar, tightly wrapping the world.

 I can see outside, but I can't go out and I can't feel anything.

 It's really just a big, lazy spider, and this kind of thing is beyond its brain's ability to process.

 so...

 ort tried to initiate a communication with the pure white Albion in front of him.

 The Crystal Valley and the magma world stopped eroding each other almost at the same moment.

 The dazzling sun at the muzzle of the gun quickly dimmed like a flashlight that had run out of battery.

 Both sides stopped attacking and stood facing each other.

 The girl was silent for a moment, then raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance.

 Of course, it's true that the sky is real, and it's also true that the universe exists. After all, the fact that she's become what she is now means that there's nothing wrong with the porridge.

 Well... the answer is obvious.

 Albion's body began to shrink rapidly, and his white palm gently pressed on the cracked crystal shell of the ort.

 The problem is the world here.

 The Earth is isolated.

 Stripped from the universe.

 The Earth itself is also hiding from her

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 She said she could use her power freely because it was not the true nature of the Earth. Even if this blank world was completely destroyed because of her and Ort, the Earth would not have any problems.

 Blank paper, Earth, alien god, Chaldea, observation system, observation...

 Who was the first to observe that there is no future?

 Or...

 There's something...

 The red dragon pupils narrowed slightly and looked at ort.

 Although she was in much better condition than Ort, she couldn't be said to be unscathed. After all, they were of the same level, so injuries were inevitable.

 Besides, she now had an idea that they never fought to destroy, but to save.

 Saving your own world doesn't necessarily mean destroying other people's worlds, right?

 Although the ort has been sleeping, according to the intelligence, even in sleep, some things are still constantly recording.

 The girl smiled slightly, her red lips parted slightly.

 "Let's make a deal. In return, you can continue to hang out or sleep in one place. How about that?"

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 "bump!"

 There were some tremors in the inner sea of ​​​​the star.

 The people who had long been accustomed to this did not have any big reaction and continued to do what they were supposed to do.

 Merlin, who was leisurely drinking afternoon tea on the top of the tower, looked towards the source of the earthquake and then spat out the black tea he had just drunk.

 ort?

 Is this something that can be thrown into the inner sea of ​​​​the stars at will!?

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 Reversed Sun: 4. Leaving without saying goodbye

 Although Ort had been sleeping or eating strange things, such as True Ancestors, since falling from outer space, intelligence gathering was still going smoothly.

 Exchanging an incorruptible corner of the inner sea of ​​a star for tens of millions of years of life information is generally a sure win, isn't it?

 The girl thought as she looked at the red and white striped paper tube in the blond man's hand.

 "what is this?"

 "Popcorn."

 The man shrugged and answered the girl's question casually.

 "Would you like some? It tastes really good, doesn't it?"

 "...Where did you get this?"

 A big question mark vaguely appeared on her head. The girl reached deep into the popcorn bucket, took a piece of popcorn and put it into her mouth, while looking at the house behind the blond man, which was obviously a bit ahead of the timeline of this anomalous zone.

 And there is still a constant "crackling" sound coming from inside, which sounds like something is constantly exploding.

 "Well, it was originally intended as a demonstration, but I borrowed it. A super special effects brawl wouldn't be perfect without popcorn. Although your fight wasn't quite perfect until the end, it's certainly not perfect either."

 "...I've never been about winning."

 The blond man paused slightly, and his blue eyes, as sharp as an eagle's, looked directly at the girl under his sunglasses without any concealment.

 "So, what are you going to do? I'm half an enemy now, so I'm going to fight Chaldea anyway."

 "This kind of thing has nothing to do with me. Who knows what kind of brain you have? You might be rescuing Ritsuka one second, and then the next second you're carrying an RPG and firing at the Storm Border of Chaldea at full speed."

 It's like a free beast.

 If she does what she thinks is right.

 Then the man in front of him, Tezcatlipoca, or the man called Smoky Mirror is the kind of person who will do what he wants.

 God is moody. He may look as if he doesn't care about ants in the last second, and then launch an attack in anger in the next second.

 And Smoky Mirror is the most extreme representative among them.

 As long as there is competition for survival, they will come and join the battle with great enthusiasm.

 In mythology, he may be an alien evil god, a cruel god who is moody, unpredictable, and loves bloodshed.

 But at this moment as a Servant, he is the embodiment of power.

 There is no good or bad in power, there is only the way to use it.

 Black Tezcatlipoca, of the sun of the First Age.

 This is the man in front of the girl, the Servant, the God.

 "From what you said, it seems that you are not worried at all that I will become an enemy of Chaldea?"

 "They are warriors, true warriors, carrying their lives on their shoulders, stumbling in the quagmire of pain, yet with a resolute will. Isn't this what you want? Regardless of your stance, you will definitely face them head-on. That's you, isn't it?"

 "You're really the same as before."

 He exhaled helplessly, opened his mouth and poured all the remaining popcorn into the

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 in.

 "Since you have succeeded, my failure is inevitable."

 His pupils flashed with complex lights, and Smoke Mirror swallowed the popcorn in his mouth and muttered.

 The time of human observation, the time of mechanical recording, the time of material wear and tear, and the time of planetary cooling, as long as all these do not disappear, their world will be immortal.

 Smoky Mirror once believed this.

 Without an end, there would be no existence. Even if the duties of all things on this planet were to end, time (the future) would continue to go on.

 A new world will eventually be born on this planet.

 The Twilight of the Gods has passed, and all they have to wait for is a somewhat long night. The dawn of a new life will come after that.

 but...

 Time is not infinite.

 From the moment they defined time as infinite, time had a so-called boundary and became something that could be caught up.

 They were all wrong.

 The future does not exist.

 The moment their era ended, there was no future for them.

 The sun went out and the world fell into darkness.

 Then the dawn cut through the darkness like a hot knife through butter.

 Over and over again, a continuous cycle.

 Until the last sun rises, until the last destruction.

 Until the meteor fell to the earth, an era was completely destroyed.

 A crystal jungle with an alien landscape eroded the earth, and a shock wave from the sky swept across the entire planet.

 The voice transmission has ended.

 Losers should act like losers.

 They can't change anything. The only thing they can do is choose how to leave the stage.

 Will you walk down with dignity, or be driven out mercilessly by the winner? Isn’t the answer very simple?

 "When are you going to leave?"

 Smoke Mirror pulled out a cigarette from the lining of his jacket and put it in his mouth while speaking. However, he did not light it, he simply held it in his mouth.

 “It’s much faster than I expected.”

 The girl frowned as she looked at her somewhat transparent palm. Ripple-like waves slowly emanated from her palm, and the palm that was shrouded in illusion returned to its original appearance.

 "Haha, human nature..."

 After chuckling twice, Smoke Mirror sat on the stone and looked calmly at the wreckage in the distance.

 Among them, a figure was rushing towards here as fast as a bat.

 The last hero, Camazotz.

 "Long dead, yet unable to die, he is consumed by obsession with the past, and the pain of forgetting keeps him awake. As a warrior, he is undoubtedly qualified, but as a warrior, his ending is..."

 Bat-like wings streaked across the sky, and the dark shadows on the ground continued to expand along with the roars.

 In this underground world, the last brave man of mankind——

 The girl slowly stood up and brushed off the dust on her skirt, then pointed her white palm directly at Camazotz who was rushing towards the two of them.

 Like attracts like, doesn't it?

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