Chapter 22：

Listening to my crying, smiling at my struggle.

The harder he cried, the happier he laughed.

Weeping, tears.

I wanted to say "Mom and Dad", and then I remembered-"You, you are no longer a child of the Tosaka family."

—I have been abandoned.

The strict and loving father no longer exists, the gentle mother no longer exists, and even the sister who has always loved him is parted from his own world.

So-

Anyone,

"Who can come and save me?"

Weeping and crying in despair, looking forward to the arrival of the hero.

But-

There's nothing else you can get except your own cries.

The world is real, and all hopes and expectations are placed on illusory fantasy, and the final result is only betrayed by my own fantasy.

Anyone who doesn't pay attention to reality will eventually be crushed by reality.

So-

"Give me your hand!"

In the dark, damp, and fearful underground bug chamber, an impatient but familiar voice sounded.

"Wow, wow!"

The nest is like a sea, tumbling, surging, trying to swallow everything.

However, a sharp sword dashed out, and in the ability called [Fantasy Collapse], bright fireworks broke out in the air, lighting up this indescribable dark abyss.

Light, here comes.

A man covered in a black cloak stretched out a helping hand to her on the steps, using a familiar voice, yelling at her impatiently: "What are you in a daze? Give me your hand! You stupid, sister. !"

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She cried and prayed that the hero who would never appear in reality finally appeared.

It's just that unlike the gentle invincible heroes seen in fairy tales, his voice is very impatient and his attitude is very bad.

But there is nothing wrong,

This voice is that brother.

The hero who came to relieve her.

Kozakura stretched out her hand.

Shi Lang grabbed her over.

"Buzzing—!"

The sea of ​​insects was tumbling and surging, like a wave of extinction set off by Poseidon, to devour the Shi Lang who had robbed them of their food.

Shirou projected a sword, shot it directly, and then collapsed in the air.

The strong light at the moment of the explosion made these weird creatures, who lived in the dark and humid all year round, retreat instinctively.

Taking advantage of such a good opportunity, Shi Lang carried Sakura and ran wildly.

Kozakura was still sobbing, and she needed gentle comfort at this time, but Shirou didn't have this time.

In a dangerous scene, wasting a little bit of time is irresponsible for each other's lives.

After rushing out of Jian Tong's residence, before leaving the garden, the familiar smell of corruption entered his nostrils. The next moment, the gloomy and murderous voice of Jian Tong's dirty inkstone rang out from behind.

"That's it, that's how it is. Your goal is the old granddaughter! Keep the old granddaughter—!"

"Boom!"

A jet of water soaring into the sky from the path of travel, wrapped in endless black engraved insects, rushing towards Shilang like a sharp blade.

Shi Lang twisted his heels, he was like a cheetah, and he stepped aside to avoid him, but because of this he had to stop his running and face the dirty inkstone of Jiantong who became angry.

"You dare to hold your aging granddaughter and go to death—!"

Endless black bugs crawled out of the neighborhood, in the woods, in the pool, in the flowers... and more, crawled out of the Jiatong Mansion, and gathered into a ten-meter huge existence like a black giant.

"Go—!"

The black giant formed by the bug stretched out his hand towards Shirou.

The hands made of insects are dense enough to scare to death patients with intensive phobia, even those without intensive phobia will be deeply afraid of it.

Shi Lang is a normal person, so naturally he felt terrified.

But-

Even if he was afraid, even if he was afraid, even if it was just an ordinary soul, he couldn't be afraid and couldn't retreat.

The end of fear is death!

Raising his finger, Shiro began to project towards the black giant.

Projected a sword capable of killing this giant insect giant.

That is not an ordinary sword. The only sword that can achieve such a great cause is worthy of a hero.

Or holy sword, or magic sword.

But it is definitely not a sword worthy of mortals.

Regardless of whether it is Shirou or the Heroic Guardian, the most familiar sword is naturally that sword.

Twenty-seven magic circuits in the body are running fast, and a burning sensation like a fire is produced in the body.

Click!

In the young body, the immature magic circuit made a crashing sound.