Memory 4: Apocalypse state:

& # 8220; So for the little bitch you want my & # 8220; holy & # 8220; Metal? Well, if she had at least decent breasts ... & # 8220; Chrno tried almost desperately to keep the facade upright, after all the centaur couldn't see how worried he was for the girl. In a disgruntled mood, he brushed one of his black strands from his face and did not answer. & # 8222; Well, I can have fun with a child before I eat it ... & # 8220; replied the bearded man with an insidious smile. Chrno said nothing, he couldn't allow himself to be provoked, it was a test. He would save her before he could do anything to her, he had sworn to Rosette and himself. But who could have known where the centaur kept the rarest of all metals, & # 8220; Angels gray & # 8220;? In this seemingly endless labyrinth of mines and shafts, he would never find it alone.& # 8222; You think you are very smart, don't you fallen? & # 8220; said the centaur softly, so that Chrno did not immediately understand the meaning of these words. Only when the centaur tore off little Asmaria's clothes with one blow and she cried out in shock, did he understand. He knew it! He had known from the start that he would come to demand Angelsgrey for an invalid human sacrifice. & # 8222; I thank Shor in hell for warning me about you! & # 8220; With one blow from the centaur, the almost naked Asmaria was whirled through half the cave and thrown in front of one of the many shafts.

The exit was getting closer! Rosette stumbled towards the light. ° Uh ... oh god- am I dying ?! Is that the tunnel ...? °, she suddenly thought. ° Oh, what nonsense ... ° Then she heard the scream of a girl, she heard voices, she was almost there ... Suddenly she had to stop when something fell right at her feet - something called Asmaria !!!Her clothes only hung in shreds from her body and Rosette thought she heard the cracking of bones when the child hit hard and lay there panting. & # 8222; Asmaria !! Who was that?! & # 8220; roared Rosette furiously into the cave in front of her. But she got no answer. A few meters in front of her she noticed a huge devil - a centaur to be precise. And only a short distance from Chrno! He stared spellbound at Asmaria before the scythe shot out of his neck in an instant into attack position and he lunged at the centaur. & # 8222; Go Chrno! Flatten him! & # 8220; Rosette would have loved to flatten him himself, but the non-existent weapons and a look at her wrinkled hands told her that it was impossible.

In Chrnos mind the whole scene took place as Asmara hit the stone floor and lay unconscious again and again and burned itself into his memory forever.It was more of a feeling than real knowledge when he realized that he was beating the centaur, but his thoughts were long over with Asmaria. The bearded devil was more than twice the size of Chrno himself and could easily take most of the blows. Chrno would probably have finished him off quickly, but would Rosette survive that? He drove the thoughts off of his friends to focus on the fight. Hopeless. That word seemed to burn itself into his brain. You'll never beat him like that. ° Damn it! °, he cursed, mentally asked Rosette for forgiveness and let the centaur feel the power of his flash of lightning attack. So he liked it better: In many years of seclusion the centaur was effeminate, since he only "visits" down here every few decades. got. After a few energy and scythe attacks, he was bleeding from numerous wounds (to put it casually: like a cut pig ^^).He fell to his knees in front of Chrno. The devil didn't stop beating and kicking the centaur, he took all his frustration out on him. / Rosette is aging, Asmaria is unconscious, I have lost my horns, Joshua has to suffer as a result, I am worth next to nothing as a fallen devil without horns, Aeon wants to force me to come back and she ... / Chrno has never been so happy about it felt pain, even if it was just from blows he gave his enemy. It was good to finally vent his aggression, which had built up over decades. His hands were covered in blood. He couldn't say whether it was entirely the centaur's or partly his. Nor could he say whether he was dead or just unconscious. Was that important now? This yawning emptiness in his heart began to give way to the hunger for power. He would show this shabby piece of waste of skin what a fallen devil could do!Rosette was still petrified. That feverish glow of cruelty in his eyes made him look like some mad psychopath. At that moment he was no longer her dear, peaceful contractual partner, but a cruel murder machine. She could literally feel his pain, his helpless anger. Maybe it was mostly hatred and disappointment in himself that made him so freaky. He fought as if it was his very last fight in this world and Rosette was very afraid for him. What if he never became himself again and held this, as she called him, apocalypse state forever? ° Chrno! °, she called him in thought. Otherwise he'd always sensed her fears and worries, but at the moment he wasn't responding to her at all. Maybe he had forgotten her?