Chapter 396: End vs. Nothingness
Although Pinocchio's dreams always give people a vibrant feeling, they are unimaginably quiet in areas that ordinary people cannot access.

In this deep sea of ​​memory, if you do not have sufficient skills or the help of rememberers, you will gradually be swallowed up like a fishing boat sinking in the deep sea without leaving any residue.

However, this tranquility is about to be broken.

"thumping!"

The world of dreams is clearly divided into two parts. It is neither the clumsy work of the dream builder nor a landscape unique to Pinocchio. Instead, it is truly and literally divided into two halves.

On one side is faded black and white, and on the other side is the "Milky Way" surrounded by purple nebulae.

The focus and dividing line of the world are the two weapons that are now clashing with each other.

A knife and an axe that is ridiculously large.

"Solveig, judge the sun and the moon for me."

A cold voice came from high in the sky, and Yao Luo's figure floated in the sky without any support.

In the myth, the giant blade that split chaos and recreated wind, fire, water and earth was held high by Yao Luo. Combined with Yao Luo's perfect muscles, it looks like a god in the current picture.

"I will capture the light from the Sun and turn it into a footnote to this attack."

It was a scene that ordinary people would hardly see in their lifetime. The moment the giant axe made of white colored glaze was raised, at the front end of the axe blade, a real but tiny sun was compressed to the extreme in just one ten-thousandth of a second and then exploded in an instant.

The moment it was swung down, it was like a real sun descending here, emitting endless brilliance.

The power of "flame", nuclear fusion.

However, this extremely violent molecular thermal motion slowed down the moment it crossed the black and white world.

Every particle and tiny product decomposed and dissipated in an instant, like a star being swallowed by a black hole.

Only the axe blade itself came into contact with the knife blade again without any hindrance, creating sparks that obliterated space.

Although the battle was lost, there was no trace of frustration on Yao Luo's face. He just swung the axe again with an expressionless face.

This was a horizontal slash, a very ordinary attack, but on the way, countless tiny but existing fluids, which only existed in the concept, tightly wrapped around the side of the axe blade.

The power of "wind", the ideal fluid!
Huang Quan's expression was equally calm, but the hand holding the knife and her eyes showed that she was not as relaxed as she looked.

She did not directly meet the attack, but sheathed the knife.

The next second, the arm left a shadow and no knife-drawing action was seen.

The speed of the knife light was too fast, so it seemed too slow, giving people an optical illusion.

In the space, there was one, two, or countless blades that came out later but arrived first and collided with the giant axe.

The density of an ideal fluid is infinite, which means that almost nothing in the material world can stop it from cutting.

But what if the contact object itself does not belong to the material world?
Huang Quan's sword shadow cannot be described by any matter or antimatter. Yao Luo prefers to call it "a stream of light from the past."

Although there was no feeling of contact on my hand, the ideal fluid wrapped around the axe blade was real, as if it had hit something.

Then, it disappeared completely.

Each of Yao Luo's attacks contained a massive amount of Honkai energy. It was no exaggeration to say that if any of the attacks landed somewhere else, it would be enough to cause a "Honkai Impact".

But the purple nebula composed of Honkai energy behind him showed no signs of decreasing, as if it was endless.

"Ms. Huang Quan, I can say that you are the strongest person I have ever met."

The two figures separated, and in the next insignificant moment, Yao Luo said this. "You... too."

Huang Quan's eyes looked slightly solemn. He put the blood-red knife back into the scabbard, and his tone showed a rare fluctuation.

Drawing the sword, this process is not a beginning but an end for Huang Quan.

Even without drawing her sword, her strength is enough to dominate Pinocchio. Normally, when facing a battle, once she draws her sword, the outcome is often decided in an instant.

However, she had to take every blow from the man in front of her seriously.

Since "that time", it has been a long time since anyone has really forced her to draw her sword, let alone fight to such an extent.

Even while fighting, this man was able to spare some strength to stabilize the dream world around him.

The power attached to each of Yao Luo's axes is enough to subvert a surface civilization and dim a real star.

That was power, that was strength, that was what she and her hometown had fought for all their lives.

This power, even today, still makes Huang Quan feel...

Familiar, yet strange.

The memories of that time are like pictures dancing back and forth. They come to mind from time to time, and then disappear like a dream in a certain moment.

There were twelve knives, and they had once gleamed with the same color as the axe blade.

But this giant axe is different. What it condenses is something more fundamental than external power.

"Beginning" and "End".

If Yao Luo's hair had not turned into the black color of the "End" personality at this moment, she would probably be reminded of an old friend with white hair.

"Why did you hold back?"

Huang Quan's voice was enough to shock outsiders. At this moment, the original dream around the two people had been forever changed by their power.

The waves that spread out caused a riot of memory memes in the approaching "Golden Hour", forcing the family to temporarily evacuate several streets near the Daydream Hotel.

If the dream world had not already absorbed some of Yao Luo's mental power in a strange way, these few hits alone would probably have caused a "moment" to collapse.

But, in Huang Quan's words, such a battle is still in the stage of holding back?

“Hoo—Hoo~”

Solveig left a dazzling mark in the air and stayed steadily on Yao Luo's solid shoulders, like a crystal mountain that could be moved.

"Isn't it the same for you? Miss Huang Quan, when are you going to use the power that pierced my chest?"

"The End" Yao Luo's wild gaze was ruthlessly staring at Huang Quan, and the huge storm of Honkai energy behind him seemed to be about to sweep away everything in the next moment.

The two people's eyes met in the air, and even the dream space retreated. Everything that blocked their way began to melt, decompose, and turn into nothingness.

"The reason I came to you is simple. Give me an answer, and we can still be friends. But if you don't say anything and want to continue like this, I will have to use some tough measures to make the truth come out."

Huang Quan remained silent, just holding the scabbard in his hand, but the seemingly fragile blood-red blade blocked Yao Luo's hundreds of attacks, each of which contained hundreds of thousands of HW Honkai energy.

"Enemy or friend? Choose."

　The story of gold dust is, to be honest, more exciting than I expected
　　
　
(End of this chapter)