Strange World: This Doctor Is Scary

Boom boom boom boom boom——

That moment.

The heat wave caused by the carpet bombing raised her long silver hair all of a sudden, and buried them heavily in the fire and dust that filled the sky.

I felt the heat, and I also felt the pain.

The roar of the undead seemed to appear in the ears, which was the echo of death produced by the shock wave of the explosion hitting the eardrum heavily.

Dust that obscures the sky.

Even the black mist in the sky was stirred up by the explosion.

Lynn thought she was dead.

He only has the last death doll left, but he also knows that he has used it four times, and once he uses the death doll for the fifth time, even if he does not die, he will inevitably suffer an unimaginable curse from the doll.

He closed his eyes during the explosion, just waiting for his own death.

But no.

At the moment when the flames and heat wave shrouded him, he seemed to feel something, and seemed to vaguely see a figure appearing beside him.

Open your arms and embrace him.

The cold touch is like the only comfort in being surrounded by flames.

He thought it was hallucination.

But that doesn't seem to be an illusion.

Amidst the endless dust and flames, he opened his eyes in a daze, and then saw the extremely familiar face so close at hand.

Thick smoke was rising everywhere, and he could even clearly feel the thousand-degree heat wave whistling past his ears.

And only those closed eyes.

It was clearly reflected in his trembling eyes.

"Miss Doll?!"

At this moment, Lynn, who was suppressed by the curse, called out that name tremblingly in disbelief.

Among the rolling fire.

With her eyes closed, she hugged him tightly, her loose long hair continuously shot out dazzling streams of spells in the firelight, and her hand tightly grasped his wrist, preventing him from moving.

She is like a cold sculpture, blocking all the flames for him at this moment.

Lynn's mind went blank almost instantly.

His pupils trembled.

Because it's something he didn't expect.

He never thought that Hei Xianyue would just appear in front of him at this last moment.

Because he has finished his last words.

Because he had already told her that he would use all his hole cards to complete this last desperate fight, and she could definitely see that it was just his dying struggle.

It was a narrow escape.

Because he had already told her!

Do not come!

do not come!

Because what he was facing was the God of Myriad Opportunities, a root-level existence that could easily destroy them!

And the contract between them has already been torn up by him long ago, it was just a verbal agreement, it was just a verbal agreement of 30 days of protection, but Lynn never told her, never let her risk her life Come and protect yourself!

"Can I open my eyes?"

In the burning fire, the puppet lowered its head and said to him.

Lynn trembled, and was about to reach out her hand suddenly and eagerly, screaming:

"You idiot!! Run!!"

But his voice was soon overwhelmed by the roar of the second wave of bombing that followed, and the endless flames once again engulfed their bodies, turning half of the cursed city into a hell of lava .

Boom boom boom boom——

The raging air wave made him unable to see her cheek clearly.

The surging wave of spells was constantly rising and falling in the explosion. He felt the scorched silver hair brushing against his cheek, heard the cracking sound of the gears breaking, and saw the continuous bursts from her joints. The overloaded electric spark.

But the slender hand that restrained his wrist.

However, she still held him firmly under her body, making him unable to make even the slightest struggle.

"Fool!!"

In the endless heat wave, Lynn's hysterical shouting was instantly suppressed by the dust.

...

It's as far away as a century.

I don't know how many rounds of bombing were carried out, and I don't know how many missiles were leaked on this cursed land.

It was as if he must be killed 100% completely, as if he wanted to vent the thousands of mechanical consciousnesses killed by his curse.

The wind blows.

A bird's-eye view of the Damned City from high above.

Half the city had been reduced to nothing, and all that was left was a huge, burning, bombed-out crater, a truly splendid destruction.

It is also the greatest respect that Mechanicism has for him.

Let him turn into ashes amidst the roar of machinery and warheads.

High in the sky shrouded in black mist, the God of Myriad Opportunities, who has no fighting spirit, slightly turned his dragon head covering the sky, looking down at the billowing dust.

"You should be proud..."

"Because you are the first mortal who provoked me...but didn't die by my hands..."