The Fire-Chasing Herrscher Who Destroyed the World

"What picture?"

Su's head came closer, but Michael quickly and naturally lowered the photo and said softly:

"Let's talk about it after we go back first."

"Go back...ah!"

After a period of dizziness, the three figures appeared in front of a magnificent door. Even though they were as indifferent as Su, they couldn't help but reach out and touch the gold and gems embedded in the white jade door.

"Oh! It seems that the theory I proposed is feasible! Using the resonance between the two spatial powers, which is similar to quantum entanglement, you can quickly achieve positioning and transmission. How about it? It will put a lot less load on your brain, right?"

Velvet emerged from the hill of soul steel parts and proudly showed off her achievements.

"Well...it's indeed very convenient, but it doesn't seem to be of much use in actual combat."

"Don't be so cold! After all, Herrscher of the Sky's power is more suitable for support than combat at its lower limit. It is enough to ensure the rapid delivery of our troops! In fact... it is not impossible to upgrade, but it must be added Money!”

"Hmph..." Mikael tapped his fingers on the photo frame twice and replied: "It's easy to get the funds. Just strip off all the decorations on this door and sell it, wouldn't that be enough?"

Velvet always argued a few words, and what she talked about was nothing more than style, art, aesthetics and the like, and Su didn't understand them at all.

But he at least understood some simple explanations, so he believed that the change in his surrounding environment was not a visual deception, but a certain force of Mikael and the door that actually realized the change of space. .

Then he couldn't help but touch the door with the sign "Second God's Key" hanging on it.

"Look, the young man next to you is very discerning! He has already touched the God Key twice!"

Su Yanran retracted his hand.

"Okay, don't disturb her anymore, let's change places."

Mikael clicked his fingers, and the surrounding scenery changed again, and the three of them arrived in the previous conference room.

The chandelier above his head gave off a dim light. Mikael sat down on the long table, took out one of the photos and placed it on the table.

The light fell on the photo frame, reflecting a dazzling halo like the sun. Su had to move closer to see the image on it clearly.

"Huh? What's the problem?"

That was a very ordinary photo of a family of three.

Xier stood timidly between a middle-aged couple, with a blue curtain behind her. She clenched her left hand tightly to her chest, and her right hand was held by a middle-aged man with silver-gray hair, while her adoptive mother gently held her hand. He leaned down and pressed her head gently.

The photo is a bit old, and the image is a little yellowed. It seems to have been taken when Xier was first adopted. She was much thinner than she is now, but the expression in her eyebrows is much more relaxed, except for the one in front of strangers. Apart from being shy, I didn't feel as unhappy as I did now.

"Su..."

Mikael's index finger kept tapping on the table, as if making a beat.

"How serious is Xier's mental problem?"

Su frowned and suddenly realized:

"Ah! She told you that 'sister' story, right?"

Upon hearing the word "sister", Sakura instinctively raised her ears. Mikael nodded and said:

"Well, if the sister she talks about who is very nice to her really exists, why doesn't it appear in the photos in this chapter?"

Sakura raised her head, a little confused. Mikael's words were indeed questions, but she didn't hear a trace of doubt in them.

"right……"

Su rubbed her forehead, "You are right, the so-called 'sister' does not exist at all... Xi'er's mental problem is very serious, so serious that there are huge errors in both 'time' and 'person'. This kind of error is like she is living in another world... And, Mikael, do you feel it?"

"Um."

After Mikael hummed softly, he stretched out his index finger and caressed the faces of the couple in the photo in an incomprehensible way.

This time it was Sakura's turn to be confused - what did she feel?

But the next second, Su solved her confusion:

"Mikael, although I'm not sure, but from my own feeling... I feel that Xier really regards you as a brother..."

"Brother, what...?"

Mikael also put up the second photo - that was the reason why Sakura brought the photo back, and it was also what Su had been hinting at.

The second photo was not taken in a photo studio. The background is a train station. An obviously much younger couple is holding a three or four-year-old boy. The boy has the same silver-gray hair and eye color as his father, and is also She has the delicate features of her mother.

And the sign on the train station says - Vostok North Station.

"Hey, hey, hey, Su, this kind of plot is too bloody. It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Mikael's voice was already trembling a little, not because of excitement or anything. After all, the consciousness of the original owner of this body has completely dissipated, and most of the memory has been lost.

How could he be sad over such a trivial matter?

He was just angry.

There was once a saying: In the process of artistic creation, all drama is a satire of reality.

The irony can be bitter, but it cannot be so... deserving of beating.

It was as if someone was controlling everything with an invisible hand on Takada, and staged such a bloody plot. If you look up at the moon, you will see a smile that is extremely shabby. It is a naked mockery, mocking your powerlessness and showing your pride.

And the man who looks up at the moon can do nothing.

"cut……"

Mikael exerted force with his five fingers, leaving deep scratches on the table.

"It's fake, right? Look, this kid and I look nothing alike. Right?"

Su shook his head, and even Sakura supported his shoulders from behind.

"Although your appearance has changed a lot and is completely incomparable with when you were a child, your facial features are so similar to Xi'er's mother, and the overall outline, especially the forehead, is so similar to his father, so I I can tell at a glance...and Xier is indeed a little too dependent on you..."

"Moreover, Mikael..." Sakura took two deep breaths and sorted out her words, "When I was investigating you as a poisonous chrysalis, I checked your files... You have been living in Vostok since you can remember - 51’s Orphanage, right? When all coincidences converge at a certain point, that’s undoubtedly the truth.”

"That's right, and Mikael..." Su also held his shoulder: "Mikael, I have also communicated with Xi'er's parents. Their child was lost in Vostok, so he later I would like to adopt a child, um, that is Xier.”

"Yes, that's right, Mikael, Xier is your sister..."

"Xie'er is your sister, Mikael..."

Sakura and Su clung to his ears, one on the left and the other on the right, and the shallow breaths flew back and forth in his left and right ears, confusing the brain in the middle.

"Mikael, she is your sister. Do you want to kill your sister?"

"No way, right? You can't really do it, can you?"

"Get away!"

With a roar, an archon spear entwined with purple lightning broke through the barrier between the imaginary space and the real space, smashing the long table in the conference room to pieces.

"Xie'er...it hurts..."

"ah!"

Mikael's pupils widened. Was it really the long table that his Archon Spear stabbed?

No! That's Seele.

Their eyes met, and the girl's shivering and contracted eyes due to pain were reflected in his eyes.

There was a sharp pain from being pierced in his chest, but the person who was pierced was not him.

The sharp spear tip pierced her chest without any hindrance. The purple electric arc was dazzling to the extreme, then disappeared and became invisible. Then, the pair of mist-filled blue eyes turned into fly ash under the ionizing radiation.

Only a few or two tears fell at his feet.

"No...that's not right. I'm not in the world...and how do they know?"

Mikael's eyes were dazed for a moment, but this moment of clarity was interrupted by the noise in his ears.

"No way! Did you really kill her?"

"Did you kill your own sister?"

"You kill so cleanly and skillfully?"

The soft sounds in both ears became solid, solidifying into little ants biting all the way up from the back to the neck to the earlobes and then to the ears...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Anger, powerlessness, mania, depression, all the emotions are so entangled that they cannot be cut away even if they are cut hard.

So he punched the empty space in front of him out of nowhere.

There was no feedback from the fist. After all, it was just air, irretrievable air.

But then, the scenery in front of him changed again, and the fist had pierced someone's chest——

"Mikael, [please] kill me."

He had not yet been able to capture that desperate yet gratifying smile. A feeling of heat spread around him, and then suddenly became cold. He wanted to move, but a heavy pressure pressed heavily on his shoulders, preventing him from doing so. move--

His arms were wrapped with icicles, piercing through the fiery red flames not far away.

The flame could no longer continue to beat, and it just showed him an unintelligible smile.

Just like countless times before...

"ah!"

"Xie'er, Alicia, Himihu... Do you really have no hesitation about anyone?"

"Is this what you call rationality?"

"But aren't you the most emotional person?"

"Or is it not strong enough?"

The next moment, the chill grew stronger, but the heavy pressure covering his shoulders disappeared.

The sound also completely disappeared, everything became empty, and all that could be seen in front of me was an endless expanse of dead white.

The ground beneath his feet was gray-white sand, and he began to walk forward aimlessly.

After taking only two steps, he seemed to notice something, and suddenly raised his head, facing the deeper and wider darkness.

On the arc-shaped horizon visible to the naked eye, a dull gray sphere rises slowly.

An extremely white light shone behind him, and Mikael saw where he was——

On the right hand side are countless broken Xuanyuan swords, at the feet is half a silver coin with cat claw patterns, on the right hand side is a broken harmonica, and in the air not far away is a pocket watch that keeps spitting out parts...

"Wow - wow -"

The night crows outside the window made a rough scream, and from time to time, the violent evening wind shook the windows.

"ah!"

"Ah! Hahu-hahu-hahu-hahu-"

Mikael sat up, breathing heavily. His clothes and sheets were already soaked with sweat.

"Is it a dream..."