【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

The moment the bond mark disappears from my forehead, that is the moment the bond magic takes effect.

fire.

There was only fire left in his eyes.

The raging fire was like a ferocious beast, raging with its fangs and claws bared...

The flames danced, as if about to break through the sky.

Wailing, I heard wailing.

As if venting endless rage, the flames blazed and roared like the flames of hell, too bright to look at, yet able to completely occupy the mind.

The edges of the flames were a strange blue, emitting a chilling heat. Within the blue was a faint purple, the purple I had personally fed the green radish.

Because of this touch of purple, Luoluo fell into a coma for several days, and I was forcibly brought back to the empire.

It tried its best. I understand.

Tongues of flame licked the void wantonly, as if to draw everything into this vortex of self-destruction. Inch by inch. The air twisted strangely, a clamor and a howl echoing through the night sky. A crimson glow rose from beneath my feet. Rising, rising again.

Today's dawn comes from the fire burning in this soul, occupying the entire night sky...

Every flame, every vine that could still be discerned, danced and struggled madly, with a desperate madness and determination. The red flames ignited everything... A red mist gradually rose in my sight... and gradually...

I don't know what's wrong with me.

But Green Radish knows.

The vines made way for me.

The fire roared with a piercing fury, announcing its unstoppable power to the world. I seemed to see the core of the flames, like a burning heart, constantly pumping out destructive power. Plop! Plop! I saw the shadow of a beating heart, expanding. The sound echoed in my ears. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into the shadow of a green radish, still beating rhythmically.

I think... I really can't see clearly...

The body's movements are spontaneous.

Because my senses have almost completely lost their ability. Except for the sense of touch, almost nothing is left.

I just remember the fire... it leaped, it twisted, it roared, as if declaring war on the entire world. A raging fire, with no sign of life, only endless destruction...

Flames shot up into the sky, threatening to ignite the heavens. The flames shifted from orange-red to golden yellow, then to pale white, each color representing a different degree of terrifying heat. Finally, they transitioned from blue to a solid purple. Purple filled the eyes. Sparks flew everywhere, like shooting stars...

It seemed as if some liquid was splashed all over his face.

It’s hot, scalding hot.

Then it evaporates quickly.

The skin must have been burned and it was very painful, but then something suppressed the pain.

My body stopped moving. The light before my eyes gradually faded.

I heard the sound of dying.

There was no sound, but I could hear it clearly. It was still like a heartbeat, but not as strong as before.

My vision remained strangely red. I reached out in the direction of the sound and, in the air, felt a vine... It wasn't hot, but its surface felt like carbonized. It was rough... and there were tiny pieces falling off. I wanted to hold it tight, but I was afraid it would shatter. It's burned like this, so it really would break.

I was entangled by more vines, all with almost the same feel. I think... I must be black now. The kind of black that's covered in carbon slag... We're all thankful I can't see now. The scene must have been horrific...