Golden Darkness's Own Opinion

The flying hair fell slowly, and the golden dark side hung down his arms expressionlessly. At the end of the arms, a few wisps of blue smoke fell from the edge of the gun barrel with an astonishing caliber.

"...It's pointless for you to do this, right?"

After the light dissipated, the seemingly unscathed girl tilted her head with a puzzled tone.

"Others don't know, but you do, right? I can be 'resurrected'. No matter how many times you kill me, it doesn't matter. Even if you rush forward with the determination to die together, I will still stand in the end."

"so what?"

Indeed, her act of revenge was meaningless, she didn't know how to really kill her, even if every cell of her was burned, she could still be reborn from nothingness.

But even so—

"Even so, I will do it over and over again." Golden Darkness looked at the girl's pupils very seriously, "Over and over again, there is no room for relaxation."

"Once I resurrect, I will kill you once, until you kill me."

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It has nothing to do with resentment, nothing to hate, she just said it as a matter of course.

She knew from the beginning that her actions would change nothing.

She is a weapon, a cold war puppet, her eyes are comparable to the most accurate scanners, her brain is comparable to the most precise calculation core, when the two warring parties step onto the battlefield, she will start to calculate, start to simulate, start Analysis, and began to look for the chance of victory in the war, but this time, no matter how many times she calculated, she could only get the same result without the possibility of error.

The odds are zero.

Not "what if", not "possible" these ambiguous answers, but a real "zero" that has no room for it.

Her battle is meaningless, her revenge will have no results, even if all of [Golden Darkness] is burned, it will not cause any change.

【meaningful. 】

The side representing reason questioned her coldly in her heart, and she responded calmly in her heart.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and the golden darkness was haggard as if he would die suddenly in the next moment.

Star Destroyer's armament should not be deployed on people, and it is not a weapon that can be afforded by a single soldier. It was just a liberation, and she became this half-dead appearance.

["Battle" itself is the meaning. 】

It never occurred to her to win - because she had already been defeated.All she desires is "battle" itself, as for the result, she doesn't care.

The "result" is what the living seek, but she is the dead, the undead.

[Eve] who was born because of Aria was already dead, the moment she was pierced by the magic spear named [Gungnir], and the moment Aria was killed, she died.

Kill her, or be killed by her, there are only two possibilities left between the two of them.

The faint blue flowing quietly under her flesh became more and more radiant, and it looked like a blue will-o'-the-wisp burning from a distance.

The clear blue light is like a divine punishment from the sky, giving everything around it an equal destruction.

The city of London, which was blackened by the rainstorm, was as bright as day at that moment, and the civilized steel jungle turned into lifeless scorched earth.

This is the end of civilization, a land of steel where no one is spared.

The war weapons that have lost their shackles are indifferently looking for traces of the enemy.

She shouldn't have done it, it wouldn't do her any good.Turning the city into a wasteland and burning everything in front of her eyes, she will not have a place in this country or even this planet in the future. She almost pushed herself into a desperate situation, but she paid such a high price. She didn't get the corresponding return.

Her lover was killed, but she couldn't even avenge her.

Her life was destroyed, but there was no way she could even restore it.

Her world was shattered, but she didn't even have the strength to pick up the pieces.

The withered wings struggled to support her body, and the golden darkness blankly scanned the empty sky.

There are no clouds, not even dust, everything is burned in the surging heat, and the air is so dry that it seems that it will be ignited in the next moment.

"come out."

The barren blood-colored pupils searched for traces of the enemy, but all she saw was a sky that was clean and clear without any impurities.

"How long are you going to hide? Stand up and face me."

That guy is not dead, that guy must be hiding somewhere here, spying on him secretly, waiting for himself to show his flaws, it must be so, it must be so.

"come out."

She growled weakly but forcefully.

"Get me out!"

She yelled furiously and violently.

"Come out! Coward! Come out and fight me! Come out and be killed by me! Come out...kill me!"

She cried out at the top of her lungs.

As if Gestil was mocking her, all she could hear was the faint sound of the wind as the wings fluttered behind her.

The coward ran away.

Not even willing to "death" to her, unwilling to even reserve the final dignity for her, Qing chose the most correct option for herself, but the worst option for her.

Maybe it was resurrected to another place, maybe it slipped away when the golden dark lunatic tilted the gunfire, this guy who claimed to be the God of War did not give her the end called death like a soldier, but like a bar A cunning fox usually slips away.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

As if she had lost her sanity, she hugged her shoulders tightly, wailing intermittently like a wounded beast.

She can't do anything, can't protect anything.

The tight string finally broke, and her tough outer shell gradually peeled off along the cracks, exposing the broken core inside, and the wings on her back gradually withered. She curled up and let herself fall, fall...

The golden darkness fell on the crystallized surface, and did not get up for a while.

The flesh and blood were about to fester, and the bones were about to shatter, but she wasn't dead yet.She raised her hand to cover her eyes, her gums were bleeding from her bite, and the liquid that could not tell whether it was blood or sweat or tears rolled down her cheeks, dripped on the crystallized ground, and then evaporated into nothingness.

"You're really messing around."

This place is supposed to be the jeopardy of life, but now someone is stepping on the hot crystalline floor, slowly approaching her.

Sherlock Holmes was still as unashamed as ever, and the round of shelling that almost permanently changed the landscape seemed to have not affected this handsome old gentleman at all.

He surveyed the wasteland that was once "London".

"Seeing the current situation, I seem to understand why the group of guys under me fear your power so much, and why they desire you so much."

"... Sherlock."

Nunuuo let out a groan|groan, and the golden darkness, whose body was extremely exhausted, finally recognized the voice of Sherlock Holmes. She struggled to get up from the ground, propped up her body in extreme embarrassment, and lost her glorious eyes. His pupils were as silent as stagnant water.

"You are the strongest detective on this planet, right?"

He didn't care how he survived the bombardment of washing the ground, and he didn't care why he appeared in front of him at this moment. The golden darkness just asked paranoidly.

"Tell me, where is she?"

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"Is the first thing you do when you wake up is to seek answers? What a persistent client."

"Charlotte!"

His grotesque ridicule made Golden Darkness burst into anger, and a demonstrative growl rolled from her throat, like a beast that had been touched on its sore spot.

"This is not a commission! This is an order! Tell me, where is that woman!"

She doesn't care about anything anymore, she doesn't care about anything anymore, she just wants revenge, she just wants to kill that woman or be killed by that woman, and she doesn't care about the rest.

"Ah, I do know where the child is now. This is a very simple question, and it can be deduced in a very simple way—"

"I don't want to know the method! I don't want to know whether it is simple or complicated! I just want the result!"

Judging from her tone, she should be very angry now... But there is still no anger in her pupils, just like the eyes of a dead person.

"Tell me where she is, Sherlock!"

"After you know the answer, what do you want to do?" Ignoring the dark golden stare, Sherlock smiled and helped the brim of the top hat on his head, "With your current body, you What else can I do?"

"I……"

"You lost, Golden Darkness, you lost everything you owned."

The crutch that never left his body landed gently on the ground, the subtle smile on Sherlock's face disappeared at some point, his face changed, and his tone was solemn.

"You let Little Aria lose her life, you let Qing take [Fei Jin], you messed up everything, even after you lost, you ruined the table like a bad player who couldn't afford to lose clean,"

Sherlock looked around the lifeless land of steel, and finally his eyes fell on the tense face of the golden darkness again.

"Not only did you fail to protect Little Aria, but you also destroyed her most cherished treasure."

"You mean the city?"

The golden darkness couldn't help but sneer.This man didn't even understand the most basic situation, how could he blame her?How dare he accuse her! ?

"No." Sherlock shook his head, "I mean you."

So the laughter stopped abruptly.

The golden darkness fell silent, and this silence made the atmosphere sinister.She is a murderous blade, a dangerous weapon of war, she just destroyed a city, and the wreckage of that city is now being trampled under her feet, she lowered her eyelids and said nothing, this silence is so Dangerous, like the calm before the storm, people can't help but wonder if she will tear away the peaceful appearance in the next moment.

However, Sherlock turned a blind eye to the danger.

"Have you forgotten why little Aria gave up the surname of [Holmes]? Have you forgotten why little Aria allowed [Scarlet God] to burn her body? You have already Having lost Aria, are you going to lose Aria's most cherished treasure, you—the golden darkness itself?"

"So? Sherlock, what do you want to express?"

The voice of the golden darkness was as cold as the wind blowing across the ice field.

"You misunderstood a premise. What Aria cherishes most is not 'Golden Darkness', but 'Eve' as a human being, and 'Eve' has long since lost along with Aria's life. I am 'Golden Darkness', and only 'Golden Darkness'."

Because she is only "Golden Darkness", she will do things that "Eve" will never do, so she will be so decisive and relentlessly burn all the fetters formed when she was a human being but.

On the land of steel where civilization has been destroyed, the killer who is about to die will straighten his back.Just a moment ago, she was delirious like a madman, but now she is as calm as an icy ocean at the end of winter, and there is an undercurrent raging under the frozen shell.

"I have nothing but my life. What else can I do other than put this last chip on the table?"

She looked directly into Sherlock's hazel pupils.

"If you still have even the slightest affection for Aria, then tell me where that woman fled, or shut up and stop using the word 'Aria'."

She exhaled lightly, and the breath she exhaled had a faint fishy smell of blood.

"It makes me sick to have her name on the lips of a spectator like you who was just watching the whole time."

Sherlock looked directly into her scarlet pupils.

"...Your changes are much bigger than I imagined."

As if infected, Sherlock followed her and sighed.

"Obviously he was an excellent child when we first met, but now he has fallen in love and lost his mind. Are you visitors from another world so stubborn and extreme?"

Taking out a palm-sized metal block from the pocket of his clothes, Sherlock threw it towards the golden darkness.

The golden darkness caught it subconsciously, and a strange touch that seemed to hit her soul made her almost withdraw her hand.

"……what is this?"

"Glue colored gold."

Not at all the solemn attitude that should be given to delivering a first-tier strategic weapon in this world, Sherlock was as casual as if he had just disposed of something insignificant.

"……so?"

The golden darkness tilted its head puzzledly, waiting for Sherlock's next words.

"Sure enough, your original calm and meticulous thinking mode has been completely destroyed by the so-called love. Can't you even do this basic logical analysis?"

Sherlock spread his hands mockingly, relying on his height of more than 1.8 meters, he looked down at this stupid love brain.

"It's okay, interpreting the truth for fools is also the job of detectives, so I'll make it clearer and clearer."

Before the golden darkness erupted, he slammed the cane in his hand on the ground, and the wooden cane made a mighty hum like gold and iron clashing.

At this moment, the spectators who had been sitting on the sidelines stepped onto the stage, tore off the curtain that was about to be drawn, and stood on the stage arrogantly announcing the start of the second act.

"Because of some fool's self-righteous 'processing', the piece in the Americas has lost its original utility. Now the piece in your hand is the last [Golden Color] in this world. As long as you hold it, Qing, whose goal is [three-color gold], will definitely come to him on his own initiative. Compared with your insignificant life, this is a more valuable bargaining chip, and it is also your last chance to come back."

His cane struck the ground for the second time, and the thick humming echoed leisurely in the open wilderness like an evening bell.