Illimitable Until Death

It's night…

Desert nights are actually quite cold compared to daytime hours.

The wind and sand blowing in the desert brings cool air and makes the sky look extra transparent, even if it doesn't compare to the beautiful night view of the starry spot in the Star Lily, and still makes people feel a little quiet inside.

And in one corner of the desert, a wooden hotel sits quietly in the heart of the wind and sand, looking a little fragile, but surprisingly sturdy.

Naturally, this wooden hotel is a stronghold outside the desert.

At this point, Shana sat on the rooftop of the hotel, hugging her knees, dressed in black, looking into the eyes of the night sky, reflecting the dots of stars in the sky, and the long black hair at her waist, flowing with the wind, the scene looked incredibly beautiful.

However, Shana's heart certainly does not seem so calm on the surface.

During the day, the words in the square were always playing back in Shana's heart, causing Shana to sink into the silence.

The annoying feeling has completely disappeared.

Fear has also slowed down.

Just as the intense emotions of the day are just an illusion, Shana is no longer in a mood that is not her own style, some are just reflections and considerations.

It has to be said that the words in the square do resonate with Shana.

And this resonance, Alastair, has it, too.

So Alastair talks so much.

“I don't think what we're saying is unreasonable.” Alastair said in a low voice, “If the next" costume ball "really changes dramatically, you may be a little underpowered. ”

That's exactly what Shana was thinking.

“Though you've learned a little bit about eliciting some of my power thanks to the blessing of that man before, you're simply using my flame.” As a "burning killer," says Alastair, "your way of fighting is not shaped. ”

That's right.

Shana's way of fighting didn't take shape.

Ha Na has always fought only with the temple of Sha Na with super strength and physical skill. As a fog fighter, it is premature.

Although, because of their talent, Shana's fighting power is not weak in the Fire Warriors. She has the strength of an enemy of the Red Devil King until she really masters her own way of fighting. More than once, she has defeated Marjorine, a senior with some qualifications, who can exploit her potential, and Shana has not done enough.

“The power of the Fire Warrior comes from his own strong imagination of power and the power of the Demon King of the Deed in his body, and it is only when the two are merged that true power is unleashed. ”

Alastair had difficulty explaining to Shana in a somewhat nagging way.

“For example, the" burning killer "of her predecessors understood her power as the imagination of the Legion, so that after combining my power with her imagination, she developed self-defense capable of building my flames into a legion of cavaliers of hundreds, capable of materializing even the equipment, always breaking into battle on the battlefield, in an era even known as the strongest fog fighter. ”

Shana, on the other hand, merely brings out the flame of the Deeds Demon King in her body. She has not yet understood her strength, gained her understanding of power, and merged it with the power of the Deeds Demon King to form a true way of fighting.

So, Ha Na is really a half-hung firefighter by comparison.

This is also one of the reasons Shana felt inferior to the fact that she was not able to use the power of Alastair with pleasure.

“Think about the" eulogist "and" ravaged claw teeth ". ”

Alastair gave another example.

“Her flame coat, Toka, and the slaughter improvisation poem are all shaped by her own imagination of power and her integration with the power of Marcosias, and you can only use my flame to congeal up the wings or the knife of the temple. The main way of fighting is still dominated by physical skill, which is proof that your strength is immature. ”

In other words, Shana actually has a vast room for progress.

“You're right. ”

Alastair sums it up with such a sentence.

“You haven't really become a" burning killer. "”

Shana knows best about this.

Otherwise, Shana would never have been a mere fourth level if she had been able to play out the terrible power of Alastair as the true Red God.

Shana knows very well.

Very clear.

But it's only because it's clear that Shana understands what Alastair is trying to say.

So Shana whispered.

“Does Alastair approve of me leaving and exercising myself first? ”

Alastair did not answer.

But this silence is the invisible affirmation.

And Shana understands that.

So Shana didn't ask Alastair what she would do if she wanted to be strong.

Because Alastair can't answer either.

Now, what Shana lacks is her own understanding and understanding of power.

Once this is accomplished, Shana can merge her powerful imagination into the power of Alastair, discover her true power, and awaken to become a true "burning killer."

Alastair can't help Shana with that.

Otherwise, Alastair would have helped.

So Shana raised her head again and looked into the night sky.

In this moment, Shana remembers many things.

Recall studying at Heavenly Palace.

Recall the emotional scenes that the blood battle once brought to you.

Recall the tragedy of facing the Three-Pillars in the Starry Palace.

Finally, Shana remembered the words she said to herself with the happy trigger in her hand, pointing to her forehead.

“Shana, do you believe me? ”

With this in mind, Shana finally made up her mind.

……

Next day…

When he woke up in the square, he immediately found out.

On your own bedside, there's one thing.

That's a pineapple bread.

A piece of paper is pressed under the pineapple bread.

Pineapple bread was removed and the paper was spread out.

There's a line of words up there.

"Next time, I'll be stronger than you."

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw this line of words.

“It's really not frank at all...”

Speaking such a sentence, the square turned its head and looked out the window.

In the endless desert, as if a girl in black was walking slowly against the wind and sand.

Leave it to Fong Li, a thin but pulled back.