Illimitable Until Death

“Phew...”

Back in the room, he lay directly on the bed, closed his eyes and took a sigh of relief.

No quenching star power.

No sharp intentions.

I just want to lie down.

“Tomorrow...? ”

The operational plan has been drawn up.

With Joan, a very good leader in history, there should be no need to worry about such a large-scale war.

But that's not enough to say that you're completely relieved.

After all, this time the opponent is not a casual character.

“…”

While thinking about these things in the square, the room seemed to sparkle.

But he couldn't wait to open his eyes, and a soft, delicate body with familiar temperatures lay in his arms.

“Thinking about tomorrow? ”

Slightly echoing in the ears of billions of fans around the world.

This voice, even if you don't have to guess, knows who its owner is.

Consequently, the party abandoned its intention to open its eyes, directly reaching out and embracing the girl lying in her arms.

“I can't help it," she sighed. "This time, I can't even say I'll win? ”

The largest Red World Apostolic Group of modern times - the "Cosmetic Ball".

There are many powerful demon kings, headed by three pillars, among them even Shabrak, a killer comparable to Heckati, Belupeolu and even Hudnan.

Together with Fikru, who has the name of an iron wall, there are also a large number of Red Apostles who are gathering from all over the world.

To be honest, in the face of such a terrible army, the fog warrior side had no advantage from the outset.

“After all, there are too many discrepancies.” Fang Li analyzed: “Not to mention the large number of Red Apostles and even Red Demon Kings, but the phosphorus made by those Apostles, which is also a huge quantity. ”

Despite the fact that phosphorus is too small in front of firefighters, any newcomer has the means to defeat phosphorus in the area, but in the face of huge numbers, there is still a great danger.

Not to mention the relatively special presence in phosphorus.

Like the phosphorus named Marianne, loved by the "hunter" of the past, he had the intelligent ability to fight with treasures, and even if the fog fighter matched, there was a great chance of defeat.

Such phosphorus, if not too much, is only one in 10,000, which, under immense numbers, can also produce considerable combat power.

Against this backdrop, there are countless Red Apostles from all over the world, together with the various Red Demon Kings known for their strength, and you can imagine the size of the army to be faced here.

Anti-fog fighters, that number is definitely not as good as the opposite.

Only the Demon King rank exists to be able to make a covenant with mankind and make mankind a fog warrior.

And the Red Demon King is a rare individual known for his great power.

In this way, the firefighter side naturally lacks quantity.

At least, according to Frida, the number of fog fighters who were able to go to war was about 10,000.

“10,000 fog fighters, against the Red Apostolic Army, which is at least a hundred or a thousand times larger than itself, will this war be surprisingly brutal? ”

This is how it's lit up.

“In fact, if it wasn't for JOAN, the Fire Warrior side would never have won by more than 10 percent. ”

Unless the Arastol in Shana is completely revealed, exert the power of heaven and earth to destroy it.

Otherwise, the chances of winning for the firefighter side are so low.

But the result is Shana's death.

Six months ago in the Star Tree, that was just not a complete manifestation of Alastor.

If Alastor completely demonstrates his power, then Shana will die if she is any older.

That's right.

Just like in the Great War hundreds of years ago, the former Burning Eye Killer.

Not only does Sylvia understand this calculation, but Joan also understands it.

“That is precisely why we have the opportunity to put our strength to use. ”

JOAN's voice came from the necklace in front of Sylvia.

“The three great strengths you have prepared for the Fire Mist Warriors have greatly improved your chances of winning, and we are definitely more than halfway there. ”

This is a very objective statement, not that JOAN is in comfort.

Knowing how well prepared JOAN is in the square, one can say for sure that as long as there are no accidents, the chances of a firefighter winning are not low.

But...

“At best, it's just that God didn't make a move...”

Square low pitched opening.

Let Joan be silent, too.

Yes, it is.

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If there is a Creator, there are only two ways to win.

One: The complete manifestation of Alastor.

Two: The square liberates the demonic eye restrictions, and even uses the power of the holy marks.

The former implies Shana's death.

The latter means death in the square.

Either side is doomed to sacrifice.

It is precisely for this reason that JOAN earnestly hopes that the second stage of his destiny at the "Cosmetic Ball" will be able to begin operations before he goes to the cleavage between the two worlds and retrieves the body of the "Serpent of the Feast".

Now, it's racing against time.

Is it the creation of God's body that returns first?

Or is "that thing" sent to the rest of the world to take a firm step towards the victory of the Fire Warrior side?

It depends on whether the preparation is faster in the square or whether Bellupeo Lou's plan is faster.

To think of it, the square opened its eyes.

What appeared in front of him was Sylvia's pretty face, who looked into her cyanotic eyes and showed herself the most beautiful smile.

With this most beautiful lover, you can't help but smile at Sylvia's moving eyes.

Then, a roll over and crush the lover in his arms.

“Alas?”

It was Sylvia's shout.

“Ugh? ”

This is JOAN's voice, full of amazement, panic and overwhelming emotions.

Looking at her eyes open, she seemed to realize what Sylvia was like when she teased herself, revealing a bad smile.

Immediately afterwards, he took down the necklace in front of Sylvia, and smiled at Joan and said, not laughing.

“Can't you look at the next thing? ”

In a word, I told Sylvia and Joan what they were going to do.

“Wait... wait! ”

“You... you said you couldn't watch...!? But... but I'm inside Sylvie...! You can still see it...! ”

Sylvia screamed red-hearted at the same time as Joan.

Especially JOAN.

Said to be able to see, but in fact, Joan, who was one with Sylvia, could even feel it completely, as if he were experiencing it.

How could Joan not panic?

But the square is deafening.

“Probably gonna die tomorrow? ”

He said such words with a smile.

“I don't want to leave any regrets. ”

The hilarious speech that I didn't care about was a complete breakdown of the psychology that Sylvia and Joan intended to resist.

“Ah...”

Accompanied by the shock of not knowing who it was, the quilt was covered in a square with Sylvia.

Soon, the clothes began to fly out.

……

“ ———— ”

In Sylvia's body, JOAN squatted again.

“No... don't...”

In a crying voice, Joan was dominated by extreme shame and emotion.

If possible, JOAN really wants to escape.

But when he remembered that Fong Li and Sylvia were lovers, he should never have become an obstacle between them, and JOAN gave up half of it.

The other half, that's what Fong Li just said.

“Don't want to stay sorry...”

In retrospect, the other half gave up.

“Why is this...”

It was Joan's last cry.

On that day, the Virgin also fell.