Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

Among the ruins of the once village, only Roland was alone.

The familiar scenery is all burning, and the collapsed houses, human bodies, and fields are all burning without exception. The blazing flames seemed to mock human involuntarily, screaming mockingly, and licking the ground with a scorching breath.

Soon, the sharp hiss was also silent, and the dark crystal diamond crawled over to the ground.

Those inorganics are just like living things, as long as there are things-the black corpses, the land, the wood and even the sizzling flames are all swallowed, and then increase the kind at a faster speed to cover the ground.

hell.

More miserable and horrible than the bottom hell, **** in hell.

Human beings here can't even maintain their human appearance and dignity. They have no chance of prayer, confession, escape, and funeral, so they tragically become a black diamond aggregate and completely disappear from the world.

Here is such a hell, in such a **** can only escape.

Do not!

not like this!

I'm not the one who can't do anything, no one can save me, so I can only cry and shout and turn around and run away! !

The child standing on the rubble shouted with all his strength, tears and snot came out, and the dirty poor child shouted desperately.

The real feeling of holding the object came from his hand. The eyes fascinated by the tears saw the sword holding the flashing cold light in his hand. His line of sight also began to evolve with the height change, and then-

"Oh, you survived."

The leather shoes stepped on the broken black diamond and made a harsh noise, and a careless voice came from above.

The black long hem trench coat hunted, and the dark-haired teenager squinted the **** red pupil underneath.

He was the culprit who destroyed the village and claimed people's lives. But to commit this crime, he just smiled carelessly. It seems to have done a trivial thing.

"You guy...!!!"

"There are many injuries throughout the body, but it didn't hurt the key points, nor was it eroded. Is it because someone laid down their lives to protect? It's amazing."

Junya has a diagonal line on the cheek that is not like a mortal face, and the red blood flows along the line and merges into a trickle. The dark-haired boy felt no pain, and smiled with a twist in his wound.

"But it's already this way. What else can you do? What else do you want to protect?"

A contemptuous smile took Roland's strength all at once, and even if there was power, the world had been destroyed. Bricks and tiles, grass and wood are eroded by the "Boiling Mirror World", everything is engulfed by black diamonds, and something worth protecting...! !

"Roland..."

There was a faint groan behind, extremely weak and dying, and a familiar voice that touched the depths of the soul.

"mom, Mom, Mom……"

Turned. Behind is the mother with scattered hair and **** face-Alice.

There is no doubt that the smell of the face, the hair and the lilac cannot be a phantom. There is never a delicate phantom with the same taste. It is indeed his biological mother that fell to the ground.

"Isn't it dead yet? Then make up another knife."

The boy in black stood in front of Roland and raised the long knife in his hand to cut it in one breath. The boy tried his best to stop it. But the opponent's long knife moved faster, and the mother opened her eyes wide, staring at her face across the front of her eyes.

Before he shouted, the scenery changed again.

"Isn't this the young master? Has he come to bury his mother?"

The cockroach licked the elongated needle tube and plunged it firmly into the mother's back, and blood bubbles were ejected from the needle tube.

"It's just a kid who knows nothing and can't do anything."

The bee grabbed her mother's hair, and the stinger burrowed out of the snow-white chest. The mother spit blood and twitched like a fish out of water.

"I want to protect anyone. As a result, no one can protect."

The girl knight waved the great sword, and her mother split in front of herself.

"Gloria..."

Roland moaned out the cheerful girl's name.

More figures appeared.

Venia poisoned her mother;

Thor strangled his mother;

Tyre smashed his mother's head with a buttstock;

Minerva struck with lightning...

"stop……"

The people who knew and didn't know appeared in front of them one by one, killing the mothers one by one with various cruel methods. It was extremely real and delicate, and there was no way to make people doubt their authenticity.

There are more and more unresolved images. The mother's body piled up a hill in front of her eyes. Dozens, hundreds, or empty and confused, or the same faces of miserable resentment surrounded Roland. All eyes turned at the same time, and stern eyes were directed to the trembling Roland.

The mother said nothing, but the moving eyes seemed to be blaming.

Why didn't you protect me?

You obviously have strength, you can obviously protect me.

The teenager shivered like a seizure, and the gentle voice wrapped around him like a snake.

Roland

Countless lips opened and closed together, pleading with doubt and sorrow.

help me.

protect me.

Protect mom.

Guard your only family.

"The dead person should look like a dead person, no chatter is allowed, you-shut up for me all."

The extremely arrogant and cold voice hit the wall composed of human faces, the thick walls that were so thick that they could not penetrate the light, and the cracks in the roads. With the sound of "click", the human face wall crashed to the ground, crushing and cracking. Face, a red-haired woman in a black knight costume came to the young boy curled up and smiled.

"You, you are..."

"No need to put on a "strange, why this guy is here" expression. As long as I activate the ability of "magic cat", it can exist anywhere, nor anywhere. Intervene in this spiritual world like now It's a trivial matter at all. It's you, with a very good expression, did you encounter any good things?"

The voluptuous woman bent down and the mischievous smile almost stuck to Roland's face.

"I... want to protect my mother..."

The boy repeated this sentence dumbly as if it were broken.

"Huh, great idea."

The witch grabbed the twitching head on the ground, inserted the right hand along the spine, the **** of the index finger drilled out of the eye socket, and the thumb pressed against the lower jaw-the broken head was instantly transformed into a doll.

"Protect me, protect me, even if I die, protect me--"

Using abdominal language or some other means to help the strange toy sound, the witch throws away the bad toy and starts coldly:

"It's a very old-fashioned and vulgar technique that repeatedly pushes people to the limit, creates a misalignment of the world's cognition, designates a fuzzy object as a "protective role", instills the obsessive idea of ​​"no protection without protection", and finally transforms it A combat machine that puts "Guardian Mother" as the first priority-will be domesticated by this method, should you say that you have only this degree?"

"I……"

"If you expect me to hug you, touch your head, and comfort you. I'm really sorry. I'm not interested in funeral dogs, especially funeral dogs who have lost their ideals. If you want to dream, it will be a lifetime. Go ahead, anyway, there are so many here to hug you and touch your mother."

The witch snapped her fingers, and the space cracked again for the cracks to enter and leave, and left without looking back.

Roland

protect me--

At the moment when the red-haired demon disappeared, all the human faces wriggled in joy again, while calling to re-start gathering centered on Roland.

Protect me, as long as I think about protecting my mother, I don’t have to think about anything else.

The world of the soul is filled with warm voices, and the instillation of simplistic thinking is constantly repeated.

"mom."

The huddled teenager murmured and stood up slowly. The wall of the human face responded to the call with great joy.

"Roland~www.readwn.com~my child—"

"I really, really miss you, miss you so much, I want to touch you again, be held tight by you, and cry once in front of you."

"Come on, my child."

"But you died long ago. Together with your dad, you were killed by the brutal **** who was unreasonable and tempting."

"what did you say?"

The wall of the almost completed human face trembled, and countless tiny cracks appeared.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I want to grow up and be independent."

Raising his head, the teenager with fluid on his face bit his lips tightly, crying silently. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please read at m.)

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