�How fast is it?�

Perhaps the speed of thought.

Lian�s arms burst open with a thump as a flash of change split the world apart.

�Aww!�

The big sword fell to the ground, and Lian, whose arm had disappeared from the shoulder, frowned.

�Is that your own sword?�

The moment she lifted her head, a line was drawn from her stomach to her navel, and blood gushed out.

Even though 11,200 years of life were coming to an end, the eyes waiting for death were calm.

�Clean up well.�It�s a good technique.�

�����Do you have any last words?�

They met as enemies and fought for their lives, but I thought I could listen to their will.

It opened softly in the mouth of Park Nyeo, who was staring at the sky.

�I think he had a son����.�

It was a very old story.

�okay?�How did it go?�

�How is it����.�

Park Nyeo�s eyes slowly closed.

�He is dead.�

Lian wished Park Nyeo rest in peace.

�Living, facing death.�

Isn�t the eternal life of an eternal life so simple when you get to the goal and look back?

�Sirone.�

Since the battle wasn�t over yet, Lian lifted the great sword as soon as his arm regenerated.

�I hope it�s not too late.�

As I ran toward Andre�s entrance with a tired body, I saw Kido burying his face in the soil.

�Kido!�

Rian, who hurriedly turned Kido�s body, patted his cheek while brushing the dust off his face.

�Wake!�Kido!�

�eww����.�

Kido�s pupils moved left and right as his trembling eyelids opened softly. JrNovels.com