Ascension journey - 641

The epitaph of the Scarlet King, without exception, shows the future——

The devastated land is about to be ravaged again, the consumption of mental and physical strength will reach the limit, and the blood of the self-proclaimed emperor will be scattered freely…

Under tremendous pressure, Diablo has made great progress in the control of the epitaph. He can clearly see a completely different future between every movement, every posture adjustment, and even every thought change. Trajectory, but countless possibilities, always converge towards the only destination——

die.

Diablo breathed hurriedly and heavily. In front of the imminent death, his performance was no different from the mortal he despised——

The heart is surging in disbelief, the face is full of absurdity, the trembling arm conveys a trace of hysteria, and the faint fear is dotted with the pupils…

–I lost? Failed? I don’t even see the enemy, am I going to die? No… this is ridiculous!

“…Who the hell…” After murmured, Diablo raised his chest, opened his arms and shouted at the dark ruins, “Stand up and face me! Who are you?!”

There was silence in the relatively flat ruins because the material was crushed too finely, and the far-off building was still intact standing there like a dark giant, quietly watching the roaring man.

The enemies who don’t know where they are hiding obviously don’t mean to show up in the slightest—the battle between the stand-in messengers is never fair and just. Since they have the advantage, they naturally have to persevere, consolidate, and turn it into a victory.

With his wife and daughter, Chengtaro Sorajo is quite sensible. He is no longer able to vent his anger more heartily, as he did when he was young, and give a breathing space to the enemies of life and death.

Time passed without mercy, and reality was moving closer to the future of death bit by bit.

Diablo suddenly lowered his arms, his green pupils trembled frantically for a moment, his vision regrouped after a brief lapse, and his undulating emotions were suppressed by rational thinking.

“…Time stopped…” There was an inexplicable change in the tone of voice, and Diablo stood in the dark and muttered to himself, “Yes, there is only this possibility… There is a legend about the stopper, I didn’t expect that I would treat him in this situation…”

——I have been cautiously concealing my true identity and indirectly controlling the development of enthusiastic organizations involved in the field of substitutes through various methods. Are there potential reasons for those who are worried about stopping?

“Wait…” Diablo shook his head fiercely, and when he recovered, his face was ugly and he grasped his heart beating fast and slow, “Hidden identity…passion…then. It’s not my purpose at all, I obviously do it for…for…”

There seemed to be two icebergs crushed together in the soul. After a brief period of sobriety, Diablo’s consciousness was hazy and fuzzy again, and he began to uncontrollably change to another form.

But in the next moment, the shockwave and shrapnel that came as promised awakened Diablo’s mind again.

A fierce Diablo, instinctively controlled the Scarlet King to protect the whole body, the scarlet fist shadow tore out a living space in the chaotic air according to the foreseeable trajectory, and instantaneous wounds appeared on the non-fatal parts of his body. Diablo snorted.

Diablo, who staggered for a few steps under the impetus of the huge force, murmured a few words at a very high frequency, and then stood still and heard an angry growl: “… asshole?! You. When…I am the master of this body! Don’t mess with it! Tobio!”

After the peak of the offensive, Diablo didn’t care about the fragmented shrapnel and the bloody wounds on his body. He pressed his fingers against his beating temples, and in the midst of a severe headache, he tried to use his willpower to bring another name to his soul. The corrosive influence of “Tobio”‘s juvenile personality was squeezed out.

However, even though Diablo’s split personality was quite strange, there was no delay in the next wave of the Stopper’s offensive.

“Damn…” Diablo, who was on the verge of collapsing under internal and external pressures of mental and physical strength, suddenly noticed that the weird feeling in his soul had completely disappeared, and he immediately activated his stand-in ability to try to extend his life, “The Scarlet King ! Time cut!”

Layers of ghosts appear in everything, and the ghosts of countless movements intertwined transform the world into a chaotic and gorgeous starry sky.

The chaos woven by countless possibilities collapsed and unified only in the part that interacted with Diablo. In Diablo’s normal vision, the gravel carrying huge kinetic energy penetrated his body like a phantom, unable to give He brings any harm…

…temporary.

The time spent without leaving any hand and cutting out with all his strength was more than ten seconds, enough to allow Diablo, who was on the verge of collapse, to breathe slowly. This period of time may be able to keep him away from the center of the ruins full of barrages, and may even make him temporarily escape. The enemy’s sight.

But no matter where he flees, the billowing thunder tearing through the air will bite his traces, and the overwhelming attacks will follow in the future.

Think about the thunder impact that the aftermath crushed for nearly a kilometer… for a short time after being removed, he couldn’t leave the incredible chasing range of the stopper. When the time returns to normal again, the time removal ability is used to the limit and needs to be cooled. When he recovers, how should he deal with the endless pursuit and killing of those who stop?

The sense of despair that could not see the more distant future gradually infected the backbone of consciousness in the chaotic thoughts. Standing in the chaos, Diablo didn’t move a step, and watched time as the end was approaching.

Quietly floating behind Diablo, the Scarlet King with a weirdly shrunken face on his forehead, the man whose four eyes slowly turned diagonally downward, a trace of disappointment and self-deprecating flashed through his turquoise pupils——

[…It’s ugly…]

Diablo froze, and the familiar and indifferent voice from behind, like a basin of ice water poured from his head, stimulated his consciousness. He turned his head abruptly and saw…

The empty back seat of the taxi…and the fast-rewinding highway outside the rear window…

“This…I…”

The huge astonishment caused Diablo to fail to control the movement of his body for the first time. I don’t know when the steering wheel he held in his hand turned fiercely as he turned around, and the front of the taxi slammed into it. On the guardrail on the edge of the highway!

The high-speed taxi broke through the guardrail in the harsh metal friction and distortion, spinning in the air and falling to the cold water.

The strong sense of weightlessness and the rotating bridge piers and water surface in front of him made Diablo recover from the shock of time-space switching and the dizziness caused by the impact. The Crimson King’s arms stretched out from his shoulders, like tears. The deformed car door was torn apart like white paper.

With the help of the stand-in, Diablo, who stomped on the car, got out of the car safely during the fall, and grabbed the raised steel ladder on the surface of the bridge pier with his extended crimson arm.

The undecided Diablo took two deep breaths. He glanced at the taxi that sank silently underneath his eyes, and then his gaze fell on his body.

“…What the hell is going on…” Diablo frowned deeply as the palm of his hand brushed the intact skin of his side waist, “…strange, the wound on my body…wait, I When did I get injured? Before… before the end I…”

A huge sense of contradiction swept through his mind like a storm that was gradually taking shape. The memory that should have been clear and definite, surrounded by a huge fault, split into countless incompatible and conflicting fragments.

In a daze, Diablo saw a completely different past-he saw that he left without hesitation after observing the battle between the assassination squad and Joe Kolat, and found him on the outskirts of the city that had just fallen silent due to the plague. The operational vehicles are speeding towards the road far away from the city.

But at the same time, he saw that he personally tried Lisute and the shadows behind them, and then fierce battle broke out in the dark city.

Parallel history overlaps and overlaps, and the special memory mechanism of humans prevents these conflicting memory fragments from forming a context that can be clearly understood and recognized by Diablo. He is trying to dig his mind amidst uncontrollable headaches. But in the end, it can only stop in front of the abyss-like fault plane-

No matter what kind of past, it is incomplete…

The memories of the past are blurred and broken, and the most critical memories that are closest to the “now” have not even left a trace. Only the abrupt and changing scenes and the twinkling of the moon can prove their existence.

Diablo has never experienced this phenomenon, but he knows exactly what it means–

“…My time is cut off?”