Day 4.—Top—Novel

When the color of the sky becomes dark.

When an unknown roar came from a distance.

Chen Senran finally moved.

He knew he had to leave.

Otherwise, it will be too late.

He stood up and gently stroked the girl in front of him who had not yet woken up.

I hope you will open your eyes when you meet next time.

Next time...

Chen Senran chuckled.

He began to walk out and no longer nostalgic.

Wait until I come back, girl.

He felt that he was relaxed at this moment, neither the heaviness of every cell that filled every cell nor the fatigue of being empty and powerless.

This is what the so-called return to nature, probably what it means?

Is it really enough to just return to nature?

He stood at the door, looking up at the sky that had long been unrecognizable.

He could feel the flow of the whole world.

breath.

The energy of the whole world is passing by, constantly, there are energy from the outside world, entering this world, crazily plundering the little energy left.

Have they finally arrived?

There were not many earth-shaking changes, but Chen Senran already knew it.

The void invaded.

On this tenth day when fire fell from the sky.

"Protect her well and wait for me to come back." His words were said to everyone.

He knew that everyone was guarding here and waiting for him to come back.

"Then..." No farewell.

Saying goodbye is redundant, and if you don’t go back, everyone will die.

It's just a farewell.

Since it is a farewell forever, why bother to say it again, which only adds sadness.

"Wait a minute." At this moment.

Someone called Chen Senran.

It's a sound that hasn't appeared for a long time.

A man who has not appeared for a long time.

Draven.

Killing God Draven.

Draven, who killed his brother.

He is back.

On the eve of the impending destruction of this world.

He came to Chen Senran and told him, wait a moment.

Chen Senran waited, and he turned his head and looked at Draven without saying anything.

He didn't need to speak anymore, because the murderous aura on Draven had already explained everything.

He came to kill, or was killed.

"Before you leave, let me... try my abilities." He looked at Chen Senran, his tone was almost trembling, and his hands were also trembling. He seemed to be excited, and also seemed to be fearful.

He put on his hideous mask again.

At this moment, he was the Draven again, the ghost-faced Shura, Vincent.

The man who killed his brother in the heavy rain and took over his brother's will to the strongest.

He took out his flying axe and wanted to challenge Chen Senran.

All the people hiding in the dark moved.

At such a moment, no one allowed him to stop Chen Senran from leaving.

"It's okay." Chen Senran slowly raised his hand and shook his head. He was in a very calm mood now.

Too calm is not a good thing.

On the eve of such a war.

Always, there is a little murderous intention.

so.

He agreed.

"Come on." Chen Senran nodded, stretched out a hand, indicating that he could start.

This life-and-death battle.

But it's so dull.

"Okay." Draven, or Vincent, took a deep breath. He held the two flying axes in his hand tightly.

Then……

Use force.

But this time it was different from the previous ones, with a storm that suddenly burst out with a storm.

This time, he hasn't taken action yet.

He is still breathing.

He even closed his eyes.

He had already smelled the scent of that rainy day.

A breath of sadness.

That axe directly cut open the breath of my brother's chest!!!

According to legend, the most brilliant sword drawing technique of the Ionia East Island Sword Sect is to sit quietly and rest, so that all kinds of joys, so that life can be surrounded by one's body. Finally, it draws the sword out of the extremes of the world.

That sword will be a sword that cuts off everything and can break life and death.

That sword is enough to create the world.

Draven, the situation at this time is similar to that.

He was immersed in that heavy rain, and he was feeling the saddest parting in his life, the only extreme love in his life.

From, brother, flowing in the blood, care.

Kill me, Draven, kill me, and start with killing me, until one day, become the most awesome.

Draven, you can.

You can be the most awesome, and you have to let the whole world know that you are the proudest brother of Dryus, and you are the most awesome!!!

"Kill!!!" he growled.

He finally came up with an axe.

This axe.

Cut the heavy rain.

Cut through all the shackles of the past, and from now on, nothing can trap him.

He will move forward and become the best!!!

"Kill!!!" The killing sound was terrifying.

And that axe was extremely rigorous.

Cut the wind, cut the rain, cut all appearances in the world.

It cuts straight into the origin.

It is even more terrifying than the forbidden fourth axe, the Axe of Destroying God.
To be continued...