Suddenly, he nodded, but then Yong Ye showed a wry smile and couldn't help shaking his head again and again, "It's just that marriage with an eleven-year-old child is too outrageous, I really can't accept it... …”

"If that's the case, then... what is your brother's spiritual sustenance?"

"Is it a spiritual sustenance? ... I don't know how to answer this sudden question."

"Isn't your brother going to answer?"

Tina pouted slightly and looked a little unhappy.

"Well... Since that's the case, then Tina is one of my spiritual sustenances, how about that?"

"This is fine! It's just... one of the things, I always feel a little unhappy."

Although Yong Ye's words surprised her, Tina still held her cheeks and complained, feeling that "one" made her emotions unable to reach the peak at once.

"Well... Don't worry about these little things, anyway, Tina is very important to me... Is it okay to say that?"

"Well~ that's easy to accept!"

Obviously just changed the word, but Tina's cheeks were red because of the shyness in her heart, she nodded with satisfaction, completely forgetting the small unhappiness before, this easy-to-satisfy appearance also made Yong Ye feel amused. Shaking his head.

The autumn night has dissipated the residual warmth of the day, and the breath he exhaled has turned into white fog, but Tina's body is not an ordinary person, and she is not afraid of such a cold, and she continues to talk to Yongye about something irrelevant. Important fun.

Frankly speaking, Tina clearly noticed the changes in Yong Ye, but she didn't care about the changes in Yong Ye. No matter what Yong Ye became, as long as she could stay by her side, there would be no problem. The child does not mean much, so it is her greatest wish.

No matter what the negative emotions... Whether it's painful or sad, Tina hates it, but she has experienced countless painful things, all of which are unwanted memories, and the tormented waiting is also something she hates .

So compared to these, she now hopes that Yongye can stay, and hopes to wait until the moment of return, but...before that, she has a bigger goal.

If this is the end, then she hopes that he can hold on a little longer, not to break, not to lose himself.

Maybe in the eyes of others, he is a person full of evil, but in her heart, he is just someone who is not good at expressing himself. He is gentle to himself and works so hard to protect someone.

Tina raised her head, quietly looked into the distance and listened to her happy things. There was a somewhat unnatural smile on her face, and there was still a lonely Yong Ye in her eyes. She understood... He is not as strong as he looks. , his strength is more just not like this.

He should not be like their cursed sons, who were born with a short life and can only be reduced to tragedy, so... She hoped that fate would treat him kindly, at least give this person who was gradually drifting away from them the time, constantly wandering and A trace of redemption for those who have been lost.

Tina, who was once redeemed, had no choice but to pray like this when she had no choice but to hate herself for being powerless.

In the middle of the night, darkness and tranquility enveloped the imperial capital.

Tina was also sent back to the room by the guard of the girl who used to be the assassination unit. Yongye stood on this tower, watching everything in this empire indifferently.

Without anyone knowing, Tina and others were given eternity, and then he disappeared after one last glance at the world.

...even though he was reluctant, he had something to do.

"Although dreams are too extravagant for me, if even me like this can have dreams... I want to implement them too."

Yongye, once confused by countless incomprehensible things, for the meaning of his existence, in order to let himself live a better life, for the madness of reincarnation, for the lost time and countless disappointments...become hopeless of the lost.

But now, after being cornered countless times, he finally understands, finally fully understands the meaning of his existence, and finally realizes that, although he has stopped moving forward several times, feeling that his life is irrelevant, he has someone he wants to meet. , there is a place to go back, there is a reason to live.

So he will go back, to the place that awaits him, even if it is out of reach.

Miracles have given this encounter, and the road of blood is inevitable, so at least on this road of unavoidable sacrifice... Create a future that does not exist, like a fairy tale.

If fate is unpredictable, a **** who likes to play with people's hearts, then he replaces fate and makes fate.

Therefore, Yong Ye set off again, heading for the infinitely extending battlefield in the void.

Expanding the territory without stopping, starting a war in the void, and experiencing war again in a stagnant time, he has always been aware that the unknown existence has been waiting for a long time, but he does not know where to shoot.

In the void, where the enemy and our army meet, countless lives and non-lives are killing and being killed, and there is an endless cycle of hatred and hatred.

On the battlefield where each other was killing each other, the fleet and the gods and demons gathered together, bringing together a storm of destruction that announced the end of the world.

On the battlefield where the world and the void collapsed, the rules have been twisted to the extreme, which has caused countless worlds to be swept and terminated on the battlefield of conflicts, no matter what kind of life is more or less numb.

On such a battlefield, neither a hero nor a brave man can save anyone, not even oneself can guarantee their own safety. No poet, no matter how talented, can sing such a battlefield that has ravaged countless worlds and even the devil cannot bear to see it.

Life, the planet, and even the world are the most meaningless things on this battlefield. Huge forces are intertwined with each other. It is extremely difficult for you to distinguish between enemy and me. The void is constantly increasing and disappearing. , filled with colorful blood and corpses.

Such a war and even the screams of the void itself, so what will be the result if it continues to the end? Under normal circumstances, the biggest result, I am afraid, is to lose both sides and return to each other's world...

But if it is a coalition of countless worlds, and the other side has nearly a million worlds of undead warriors, then this battle with all its strength, intelligence, and violence has created countless corpses, and even the gods have been engulfed. How long will the endless war that ends with each other end?

No one knows the answer, and I am afraid that only the initiator of the war will know, but in fact, as the culprit of the war, Yong Ye does not know when he will be the leader.

Yong Ye, who had just killed a leader of the Void Empire, returned to the crystal tower and looked at the scene in front of him that shattered the entire galaxy, but he fell into anxiety and couldn't help biting the end of his index finger on the back of his fist habitually.

"...It shouldn't be like this...There should be nothing wrong with this, but where did it go wrong?"

The world has been continuously annexed. On this battlefield where time has lost its meaning, a longer time has passed, the scale of the war has been expanding, and more and more worlds have suffered misfortune and luck.

But for Yong Ye, his anxiety has grown again, because his intuition tells him that no matter how many worlds he annexes and controls, it doesn't make much sense. The gap between the two sides cannot be made up by the number of worlds.

He didn't want to believe this intuitive warning at all, but it was hard not to believe it.

"...Can I catch up? Will it be in time? If it doesn't work this time, all my efforts will be in vain, and everything will be irreversible... Not just me, but even everyone..."

Yong Ye looked at the battlefield and muttered to himself, it was difficult to ignore the warning from intuition, the inevitable fate, no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless, but now even if he went in the wrong direction, he couldn't turn back, the anguish that has not changed, I don't know how many times flooded my mind.

"Lord Yongye... We will definitely help you win. No matter who your opponent is, we must be your most unstoppable vanguard." Azrael, who was covered in blood, returned from the battlefield and heard Yongye's self-talk, Kneeling on one knee in front of Yong Ye with a tense face, he solemnly swore to him on behalf of the Flügel as the leader of the Flügel.

The war that is likely to continue forever is no different to Azrael than the last war, so she must fulfill all the wishes of the last master who swore not to abandon them.

"Thank you, Azrael, but...I have a question that I've never understood."

"Please speak."

"...What can a weak person protect? A weak person can't protect anything... So I, who can't protect anything, have always wanted to become stronger, and I have been getting stronger, and I am willing to give up everything for this goal, so...how strong do I need to be? Is that the end of power?"

"Three thousand worlds and thousands of universes tremble because of your name. You are the most well-deserved strongest."

"But before, you also thought that Artosh was also the strongest? Did you say something similar to Artosh?"

"That is……"

"Because at that time, you had not left the void, had no intention of leaving that world, and did not recognize a stronger existence."

"Yes..." She admitted this reluctantly, but then her face showed hesitation again, Azrael said respectfully like a prayer, "Forgive my rude offense, my Lord God, No matter what world there should be no one who can compete with my lord, you are right, and do you want to say... Is there someone stronger than you?"

"exist."

"…Hey?"

The unexpected answer made Azrael stand still as if struck by lightning. For her, Eternal Night surpassed her father, Artesius, and must be the last master and the strongest monarch, absolutely strong. Not only their Flügels, but also the main gods of hundreds of millions of races.