Illimitable Until Death

“Boo-hoo! ”

In the desert, an exploding sound sounded suddenly, echoing beneath the moon and night.

It was a tornado that suddenly swept away from a hotel in the desert.

The tornado is amber.

It just rushed out of the hotel without any warning, smashing the ceiling, lifting the rubble, stretching straight into the sky and out into the clouds.

“Hoo-hoo! ”

Suddenly, the tornado, centred on hotels, began to ravage, disturb the atmosphere, roll up sand and dust, and completely turn the surrounding area into sand and dust riots.

“Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww! ”

And in the hotel, people were screaming, like a typhoon, and they were blown away, hitting furniture, tables and chairs and walls.

Fortunately, there are no ordinary passengers in this hotel, only staff from outside accommodation.

Apart from the staff of the outside accommodation, there are only four people in the hotel.

Now, behind one of them, the wings of the Red Lotus flame gather, flying into the sky.

“What is that...? ”

Shana looked at the nearby tornado in shock.

“Amber wind? Is it...!? ”

Alastor shouted in the necklace in front of Shana, just like he had in mind.

And next to Shana, Will Amina flew there, looking at the amber tornado in front of her, and stayed right there.

“Why… would…"

Will, Emina, the noise of stagnation is loud.

Even Tia Matt was silent at this time and could not speak at all.

Look closely, in that amber tornado, a man is floating there.

That's the convenience.

The square slowly raised its head and watched it calmly.

In his ear, a voice is ringing.

“ ———— ”

It was a voice that could not be heard at all.

But one of the feelings in the voice, like a wave, is constantly pouring into the inner mind of the square.

After that, the sound began to become intermittent.

Until shortly afterwards, the body of the sound was finally heard.

“John...”

Such a call goes through the whole body of the square with that intense, wave-like emotion.

“Finally... I found you...”

The emotions in the voice gradually become clear, so that the joy, sorrow, loneliness and love can be clearly heard in the square.

“Buzz ————! ”

Immediately thereafter, the surrounding amber tornado shook suddenly and came out of the light.

That's fire.

The amber flames burned from the tornado around them, turning into a vortex and pouring into the front of the square.

Spin, in that burning amber flame, a shadow slowly appeared there.

That's a woman.

A thin, tall woman with an extraordinary temperament.

Women have long green hair like grassland, wearing tights wrapped around cloth everywhere, with shielded ornaments engraved like human and bird-like faces on their shoulders, face more like coming out of the painting beautiful enough to deeply attract the hearts of every man.

However, the beauty of the other person is not the kind of amazing beauty, but the pitiful beauty.

Such a beautiful woman appeared in front of the square, watching him closely as if there was only one left in her eyes.

In those eyes, what emerges is a familiar emotion.

That sentiment, I've seen it almost every day.

In the eyes of her lover, the world-class gorgeous Sylvia, she often looks at herself with this emotion.

That's love.

Intense enough to make people fall in love.

Unfortunately, the love affair of this beautiful woman in front of us is not aimed at the square.

For each other, there is no such thing as a square.

And there's not just one person in the square who can understand this.

“Why…”

Outside of the amber tornado, Will Emina looked suspended in the center of the wind and the beautiful woman across the street, her eyes, face and voice were all trembling.

“Why come...”

Will Amina summoned each other's names with extreme bitterness.

“Phyllis...”

--" Ferres ".

The real name of the Red World is "Colorful Floating".

The beautiful woman in front of the square is one of the "two promised people," the other half of John, "the eternal lover," and one of the makers of the Zero Time fan.

Now Phyllis is watching the people, not the others, and Heron is John.

John sealed in a zero hour mini.

Even if the Zero Hour Mini is squared into the fairy's cloth bag, as its maker, Pheles cannot fail to perceive its existence.

Not to mention, there's her lover.

Will Emina's words are known.

Knowing that Phyllis would suddenly show up here and find the reason for the Zero Hour Fan.

And for that reason, it was said by Tia Matt, King of Deeds of Will Amina.

“Wind Wheel...”

That's a kind of self-defense that Phyllis owns.

Unlike the fog fighters and Red Apostles, who are good at fighting with flames, this Red Demon King is good at wind manipulation of his own law and has great abilities in reconnaissance and exploration.

The Wind Wheel, on the other hand, is an incredibly sophisticated form of self-regulation that is constantly transmitted through human contact and scanned at the moment of contact, thus exploring the object.

As long as such self-regulation is used, the effects of self-regulation will be maintained until targets are found, as long as contacts are constantly generated.

Even, if the distance of the object found is too far away, Pheles can gather the power of existence a little through this torch that she comes into contact with in the course of the legal transmission, create a separate puppet that is dependent on her own consciousness, use the separate puppet as a symbol for calling the body, investigate and adjust the condition of the object before the body arrives, and eventually turn it into an exit for position movement, when the distance between the body and the puppet is reduced to a certain degree, both can be directly merged with the puppet and appear in front of the object.

Now, perhaps because the distance from the square is not as far away as that, Ferres is directly in this way, making the body appear here almost instantaneously.

Purpose, just one.

“Come...”

Filace, with infinite love, turned to the square, more precisely to John, and revealed an amazing word.

“Let you out now...”

With that said, Pheles slowly reached out into the square.

That appearance, obviously, did not put the square in the eye, but only wholeheartedly toward the thinking lover's direction, reaching out and closing the distance.

No one knows what happens when the square is touched by that hand.

Perhaps that slender hand will pierce his heart and take his life.

Perhaps a beautiful woman will devour him and turn him into a force of existence.

But the square just looks at the scene quietly.

Put that hand gently on your body.