This is my revenge!

The flaming sword in Kevin's hand danced wildly, leaving behind an afterimage.

A firestorm swept across.

The number of remaining phantom butterflies is decreasing.

One thousand... one hundred... ten, nine, eight...

Of the phantom butterflies that shot out, only three were left in the end.

"唪~"

Another phantom butterfly was shot down.

Kevin was about to continue swinging his sword.

The girl's only remaining "hope" is about to be shattered.

Sudden……

"!!!"

The hand that Kevin was swinging the sword with was suddenly grabbed by a hand that appeared from the side and accurately grabbed the wrist.

The opponent's strength was not much greater than his.

Even...if we just talk about physical fitness, we have the advantage.

But the moment I saw the other person's face...

"It's you!"

Kevin looked at the black-haired young man beside him with an extremely unnatural expression.

He couldn't resist the other party.

This is no longer an instinctive reaction.

It is suppression at the level of personality.

As a result, even if the opponent's attack was very weak, so weak that he could not even tie a chicken, he would not be able to break free by force.

This is not a question of numerical size, but a difference in realm.

Facing such an intervener...

"You want me to let the Fourth Herrscher escape?"

He asked this tentatively, his tone showing reluctance, but he could only endure it.

His final blow did not fall.

The only two remaining phantom butterflies flew through the portal that should have been closed long ago.

Kevin now understood.

If it weren't for the constant intervention of external forces, Prometheus would obviously block the enemy's last retreat as soon as he discovered the battle situation here.

But now, the golden-orange portal was always open, and when Kevin turned around, he could even see the sky with a cold wind.

Apparently, the sudden appearance of the black-haired young man also affected the operation of the portal.

He even changed the "direction" of the other side of the portal.

The "exit" was opened directly outside the New World Snake Headquarters, instead of deep in the underground base where there were multiple checkpoints and even multiple "gatekeepers".

at the same time……

"She didn't run away."

The black-haired young man withdrew his right hand.

Seeing Kevin quiet down, he pointed downwards.

Somewhere on the ground, Bronya, who should have died in the flames, was seen... A large amount of purple-black mist was emerging around her.

It was they who acted as shields at the last moment, protecting the gray-haired girl and...

"Iron Lump, you've let me down again...hiss~"

Heavy breathing sounded.

Seele, whose body was burned, gritted her teeth and stood in front of Bronya and the heavily armored Bunny.

At this time, there was almost no intact skin on her body.

But the laughter still came, "Thanks, though."

Xier didn't look back.

She didn't want this "ugly" version of herself to become Bronya's last memory.

She looked at the black-haired young man who suddenly appeared, "Really... why do you owe me a favor at this time?"

"I can't pay it back!"

Her face was grim. "But, it's precisely because of your help..."

"I succeeded!"

Indeed, two phantom butterflies broke through Kevin's blockade.

With the help of people and "God".

this moment……

"What does she want to do?"

Kevin's gaze fell downwards, onto the seriously injured and dying girl.

"She..."

The black-haired young man sighed, "He's just a kid who's been lost for a long time, and he wants to finally... go home."

"Just saying goodbye to my real family!"

Volume 2: Chapter 149 Goodbye! The World We've Been to

For many strong people, the distance from North Africa to Central Europe is not difficult to cross.

However, for the "messenger" returning home, it is very difficult to complete this journey.

Especially, in this environment where an extreme cold storm has arrived.

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The two phantom butterflies, created by Xier and having successfully broken through with the help of humans and "God", are now struggling to move forward in the biting cold air.

They... her "messenger" has only one destination.

That is still invisible.

Far, far away...

Where memories of the past reside.

Berlin, Germany.

[Outdoor temperature: -7℃]

Once upon a time, there was an old and warm orphanage in the suburbs of this city.

That is the home in the heart of the Messenger.

The emotions of "God" are complex and elusive.

Obviously, He could open the exit of the portal closer to the destination.

But He didn't do that.

It seemed that He wanted to see... to witness something else with his own eyes.

In the cold wind, the "messenger" flapped her wings with all her might, getting closer and closer to the destination in her heart.

One hour, two hours...

Five and a half hours passed.

I can only say that the two phantom butterflies are worthy of being creations of Honkai.

Because they belong to the supernatural category, their physical limits cannot be limited to those of their own kind (other butterflies).

At this time, the sun was setting in central Europe.

After a while, without the sunlight, the surface temperature will continue to drop.

The invasion of cold wind will be even more cruel.

At that time, the path that the "Messenger" has to travel will become even more difficult.

Fortunately...

Nearing the sixth hour, she arrived at the coordinates in her memory.

however……

After many days away, the "Messenger" returned to his hometown...

As far as the eye can see, there is only a scorched earth.

In the past, the Lord of the New World Serpent, in order to defeat the potentially threatening Fourth Ruler, swung his flaming sword with all his might, and the domineering fire burned all of Central Europe.

This place has become a dead zone.

In the air, the flight path of the "Messenger" became extremely chaotic, looking left and right.

She has managed to hold on until now and cannot accept this hopeless fact.

Even so, I already had some guesses about this in my mind.

Even with that last lingering attachment, there is always a certain sense of luck.

Sudden……

"!!!"

The Messenger saw a familiar figure.

It was a black-haired young man walking in the void.

He put his left hand behind his back, smiled and looked over here.

Immediately, he raised his right hand and pointed in a certain direction.

He seemed to be telling her: The home you want to return to, the people you want to see, are still there.

But, not here.

The Messenger was very happy.

At this moment, even though she was already exhausted, there was very little energy left in her body.

She still didn't want to give up the hope that she had finally rekindled.

"Wow~"

A biting cold wind blew.

At the edge of the sky, the last ray of sunlight fell below the horizon.

The two phantom butterflies in the air had already experienced a high-intensity breakout operation in the early stages.

She has already surpassed her own limits.

No longer able to flap its wings.

After extreme joy and great sorrow, and after a series of emotional ups and downs, she was once again in despair.

She was about to fall to the ground helplessly.

One of the phantom butterflies completely dissipated even in mid-air.

"Ah~"

A sigh was heard.

The last phantom butterfly, when it itself became translucent and was about to follow in the footsteps of its companions, was gently caught by a hand.