After walking for about five minutes.

Kevin and Caravaggio came to a big door.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, my Lord."

A woman who had been guarding the door for a long time came forward and bowed slightly to him.

Kevin's expression moved slightly. It was another familiar face he had seen before, the ticket seller of the Strange Howl Amusement Park.

"What on earth do you care about me? Why do you all call me Lord?"

Kevin was afraid of being tricked again, so he kept a certain distance from the door and did not move forward. He looked at the two people in front of him and asked them a question he had always cared about.

Everything that happened now was too strange.

Whether it was Edgar Allan Poe or the two people in front of him, why did they treat him so unconditionally? What was their purpose in thinking about him everywhere?

My Lord.

What does this title represent?

Based on the clues he has observed so far, the reasons for the above problems all point to these two simple words.

Is he their Lord? But how come he doesn't know anything about it?

There must be a secret that he doesn't know...

"We don't care about anything about you."

"If you insist, we care about you, the person you are."

Seeing that Kevin was unwilling to step forward, Wilde stepped forward.

"Lord, for me, even if I have to use my death in exchange for your survival, I am willing to offer it to you."

"You may not believe what I say now, but it doesn't matter. I will slowly prove to you in the future that I am not lying."

She pursed her lips and spoke word by word from the bottom of her heart.

"No matter what it is, it is definitely not as important as you."

Wilde stretched out his hands and slowly climbed up the left and right sides of Kevin's cheeks.

"Your body temperature is still as low as before."

Wilde did not use any means that could be easily resisted. She simply used her body to feel the "warmth" of this long-lost reunion. She suddenly smiled, as if she was happy.

"..."

Kevin glanced at the pair of white and slender hands covered with frost, and felt a little sorry for a moment.

"Sorry."

He put away the stigmata, hesitated for a moment, and apologized.

"It's okay."

"My Lord, even if you kill me now, I don't care."

As Wilde said, her beautiful face gradually came forward, seemingly wanting to perform a common plot in some TV dramas.

"Suspend."

Caravaggio was speechless when he saw this and hurriedly called for a stop.

"That's enough. Don't push it any further."

Caravaggio pulled Wilde by the back of her clothes and dragged her back.Rong advised her unkindly.

Wilde's face suddenly darkened. It was obvious that she was almost there. The woman behind her dared to destroy the good things between her and the Lord. She would not forgive her!

"You don't need to be so vigilant. Although you may think that we are opposites and enemies."

Caravaggio saw that Kevin was reluctant to step forward, sighed, and spoke out to defend them.

"But from the beginning to the end, we are actually on your side. It's just that there are some misunderstandings that make you feel that way."

"I sincerely apologize to you for leading you into this."

"But please rest assured that we will never do anything that is not good for you, no matter now or in the future. Please believe this."

Caravaggio put his right arm on his chest, lowered his body, and apologized to him seriously to show that what he said was not false.

"My work is done. What you need is behind this door."

Caravaggio pushed open the left half of the door and made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Wilde also put away her emotions, completed her duties, and pushed open the right half of the door.

Kevin looked at the two people in front of him. He didn't know if they were lying now.

But whether it was true or not, there was no choice to save Xilin.

He stepped forward, passed the two people, and stepped into the door.

"I'm looking forward to that scene."

Wilde smiled for no reason.

"Yes. From this moment on, the "snake" has truly returned. ”

Caravaggio nodded, understanding what Wilde was expecting.

………

Enter the gate.

A place similar to the altar came into view.

Looking up, he saw a big sword inserted in the center of the altar. It stood in front of him, as if it was the destined sword in a fairy tale, waiting for a brave man who met its expectations to pull it out.

The Holy Judge of Heavenly Fire.

It was clearly the first time they met, and they should not know each other at all, but Kevin's name involuntarily emerged in his mind.

Snap, snap, snap

Kevin took a step, walked to the front of the sword, and carefully observed its appearance.

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Its hilt was peculiar, as if it was formed by two guns stretched and deformed.

The hot flames like molten gold shot up into the sky and condensed into the sword body. He stretched out his hand and tried to pick it up, but the result was unexpected.

With such a low temperature on his body, he was caught off guard and burned.

He was a little surprised, and did not dare to relax. He began to use all his strength to push the holy marks to fight.

This sword seemed to have some kind of magical power to him. His body was out of control, and he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand to hold the hilt.

"Hu——"

He took a deep breath, used his right hand to pull it out, and raised it high above his head!

Crack——!

A ray of light, a pillar of fire, burst out from the core of the sword!

This holy sword guarding the Garden of Eden, burning the sky fire of Sodom, bringing equal destruction to all things, symbolizing many legends. Humans who have seen this holy object have used countless myths to describe its majesty.

The Key of God, which represents the name of "destruction", has changed in the hands of its original owner - Jiemie

This is its name.

A strange-shaped big sword, like the incarnation of the God of Collapse, can only compete with it with the light bursting from the demise of a star, which is the origin of the meaning of "Jiemie".

Only those who transcend the body of mortals can withstand this endless destructive power.

The moment the sword was drawn, a large number of memories sealed in the mind began to loosen!

Click—

Like a sealed door opened by an adapter key, the memories in his mind were unsealed, and they washed over him like a tide.

That was his past.

Heroes are always lonely.

Kevin never tried to be a hero.

All the stories originated from a hasty escape, with a dilapidated home and nowhere to stand. The young man followed the footsteps of the people he admired, turned into a moth, and with the afterglow of the last spark, launched a counterattack against the disaster that engulfed his hometown.

Countless invasions, countless resistances. The more people you want to protect, the fewer people you can save.

The disaster swept the devastated city, like a landslide and tsunami, swallowing up the remains of civilization and sealing the warmth in his heart.

At the cost of "becoming inhuman", he abandoned weakness and said goodbye to the past. The only thing that remained unchanged was the will to bear everything... and the habit.

Ice and fire turned into sharp blades, obliterating the enemy's figure,

Also obliterating the cries of the victims under the red ice.

The cold barrier froze the steps of the companions. I don't know whether the coldness came from the increasingly cold body or the dangerous road that only allowed one person to move forward.

He remembered his predecessors, his old friends, his companions, and all those who could only stagnate behind him.

Kevin was always alone.

But he never became a hero

………

"Even though we all know that this world can no longer be saved - but we still have to become "heroes."

"

"He" looked at the old friend who was so familiar with him and spoke coldly.

"Old friend, long time no see. ”

The Holy Judge of Heavenly Fire, no, the sword of Jiemie trembled slightly, it was jumping for joy, it was cheering, it was welcoming the return of the "Lord"!

"From now on..."

"Fight with me like before."

"He" lowered his head and murmured, as if he was talking to the sword.

————

"Snake", a creature rooted in many myths and ancient legends of mankind, the origin of its belief is no longer verifiable.

Now, all history and prophecies will be fulfilled, a storm sweeping the world is about to come, time has passed, and who knows how many springs and autumns have passed.After summer, autumn and winter——

The myth will become reality again. This command not only resounds through this false sky, but also like a silent thunder, passing through the hearts of many members who are not present and all followers in the distance.

Announce to them——"Snake" has returned!

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