In truth, he did not know why either.
It was just that when that pale silver beam of death shot toward them, when her body crashed to the ground under the impact of the bullets, he desperately wanted to do something.
Even if it accomplished nothing.
Even if it was nothing more than a dying struggle.
But at least.
It would not become a regret.
Because a man, even a complete and utter failure, ought to have the courage to stand up and protect the girl beside him at the very end.
At that moment, that bone-chilling howl seemed to pierce the entire sky.
The boundless, wildly dancing wind, like a fountain of blood from Hell, converged in his savage eyes in an instant, gathering into an uncanny purple flower bud.
He did not know why, nor did he know what it was.
It was like an echo of the soul.
Something that seemed not to belong to him surged wildly from the deepest reaches of his consciousness at that moment.
Impossible to contain!
Impossible to resist!
Like a sleeper suddenly opening his savage eyes.
Beneath his feet.
Countless purple patterns suddenly appeared, crawling and weaving together, revealing a colossal Pupil-less Eye and a magnificent Violet gradually blooming.
An aura that did not belong to this world abruptly swept outward with a rumble, as though dragging the entire sky into the pitch-black Abyss.
The God of Ten Thousand Machines' expression changed drastically almost instantaneously.
At that same moment, Black String Moon laboriously turned her head, gazing in shock at the boy standing amid those brilliant patterns of light.
In an instant.
"Aaaaaaaah-"
A long howl rang across the heavens, shaking the entire firmament.
Endless purple light instantly enveloped the sky, obscuring everyone's vision and flooding every trembling gaze with its