Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

Black clothes, black armor, black hood, black cloak, and even a strange mask on his face.

The image of being wrapped like an airtight can might have elicited a burst of ridicule in normal times, but now there is only deathly silence.

（——who is he? )

The same reaction came from the minds of the school officer and the"leader". Standing in front of the army with one person's strength can be said to be like a mantis trying to act like a chariot. However, judging from the reaction of the soldiers and the vision just now, it is difficult to attribute this behavior to""Stupid"

"Hello! you——"

The school officer tried hard to make his words sound more pressing - Shenchi needed a higher momentum to carry out the next task that would get his hands dirty.

The next second, the Filin man's pupils shrank slightly.

Because he saw that a"sword" appeared in the hands of the man in black.

Just a moment ago, the man's hands were empty, but now the sword was in the hands of the uninvited guest as if it appeared out of thin air, pointing diagonally at the ground. The dull blade made it difficult to tell what it looked like. Made of materials.

That weapon is very dangerous! very dangerous!!

This was a warning given by instinct, without any reason, just the light of the weapon reflected in the pupils made such a judgment.

Soldiers are unreliable. If you want to seize the opportunity now, you can only attack by yourself - or simply block the first blow from the mysterious man.

The school officer began to rush in first, while the man in black raised the"sword" in his hand.

For a moment, the advancing figure froze on the spot.

At that time, overwhelming pressure poured in from the limbs and bones. The figure clearly holding the sword still stood motionless, but the terrifying momentum was already sweeping over with the omnipresent sword intent.

The Felin man's eyes widened in horror.

He couldn't feel his limbs - no, not just his limbs, it was as if he couldn't move any of his limbs except for thinking. This is a dislocation caused by great fear, just like a prisoner waiting for execution on the execution platform, helpless, waiting for the fatal knife.

He saw with his own eyes the man in black raising the sword in his hand high - even though the actual distance between the two sides was more than a hundred meters apart, this distance did not provide the school officer with the slightest sense of security.

The sword blade fell, and the scream was frozen in the throat. The school officer heard the shrill wailing, and then fell into the boundless darkness.……

"——ah!"

Time seems to be flowing again, and traces of existence can be felt in the limbs. The unuttered screams come late, and the body that has lost its strength falls softly to the ground with a thud. Am

I... not... dead?

School Officer Looking around in horror, he saw the elite soldiers that Shenchi was proud of falling down like dominoes in rows. Many people fainted, and more people looked around in panic with expressions as frightened as himself.

——They also couldn't understand what had just happened.

(I don’t have time to play house games with you)

At the same time, a voice sounded in the school officer’s heart. It was cold and calm, like a collection of countless voices, and all kinds of voices could be heard. Information, but cannot use that information to spell out even a reasonable shape.

Male, female, old, young, heroic, weak, cold, compassionate...all the characteristics combined are that voice. It's so weird that it's comical, but there's no hint of its essence.

This sound is...what's going on?!

The school officer glanced at the figure with horrified eyes.

(Within one hour, anyone who crosses this line... will die)

Calmly as if he was narrating some kind of fact, after leaving these words, the being holding the sword turned the hilt upside down, leaving a shallow trace on the ground..

The marks that were only a few tens of centimeters long seemed to be covered up by the dust and wind of the battlefield, but what really carved the sword marks was not the weapon in the hands of the man in black, but the fear that had hit him like a world-destroying natural disaster.

(I don't care whether this city falls or not, but before that... I promise to protect this corner of peace for a moment)

(You... take care of yourself)

The wind blew across the bustling battlefield, and the black figure disappeared in an instant, as if from nowhere. never appeared

————Dividing line————

"……This should be enough."

Piaoran transformed into two people and returned to Jenny. Theresia looked at the blond Vaifan with soothing eyes:"The leader of the deep pool is not stupid, she does not dare to cross the line...she knows my means"

"Thank you, Lady Revy."

The blond Vaifan bowed slightly:"Your kind deeds have saved many people... and also prevented the city's last fire from falling into the hands of the Shenchi troops."

"It's not 'my act of kindness', it's 'your act of kindness'’"

Theresia shook her head and corrected the error in Jenny's sentence:"After all, I am also at your request. As for the promise of peace in this corner, the person of that promise is you."

"……Thank you very much!"

Jenny wanted to kneel on the ground for the first time, but Theresa raised her hand and lifted her up.

"Jane, I hope you must remember that you may indeed be a prop in my hands, but before that, you are first and foremost a person"

"I grant your request only on the basis of an equal transaction, neither a gift nor a charity."

"So, hold your chest high, hold the flag in your hand high, just like your oath, become the flag bearer of the devil."

"Wait wait...the Demon King's flag bearer?!"

Up to this moment, Bagpipe, who had been in a dazed state, finally listened to the conversation between the two:"Props? trade? And what’s going on with that identity?!"

Theresia turned around, looked at Bagpipe, who was already confused, and smiled.

"Yes, in order to save these Tara people, Janey bought herself to me. She was no longer a Victoria soldier, but became my personal flag bearer."

"And I, Regulus Harvey, am the... Demon King of Sarkaz!"