In the Palace of Heroes, two men covered in pain supported each other and limped forward.

The man on the left has a short head and a round face, dragging a ferocious black spear, while the man on the right has a pale face and holds a white-handled scimitar.

Both of them had gloomy expressions, as if they were hiding unbreakable sorrow deep in their hearts.

There were rapid footsteps in front of the corridor.

More than a dozen warriors from the Black Sand Territory appeared in front of them, full of murderous intent and swift movements.

The man on the right felt the injury on his left shoulder and groaned in pain.

"Speaking of which, the little prince asked me in private..."

"Do you hate Your Majesty?" Nicolairi ignored the enemy he suddenly encountered. He glanced at the black spear and asked Michael, who was also dying:

"After he...?"

Michael dragged his severely injured thigh, feeling that the soul-killing gun in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

The powerful old king and the majestic young prince appeared in front of him at the same time.

"I have no right to hate him," the former officer said with a tight face, "I owe him too much."

Nicolai glanced at the enemies approaching them, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"You know, old friend."

"I always thought you were a homosexual - you were inseparable from Prince Suril," the Faller patted Michael on the shoulder and pushed him away, "until I found out you were in love with his wife."

Michael's whole body stiffened for a moment.

"Do you have to mention this?" Michael asked bitterly.

The soldiers of the Black Sand Territory spread out their formation, carefully raised their weapons, and slowly surrounded the two scarred men.

Nicolai chuckled lightly, his expression open-minded.

"Then you should struggle to survive."

Nicolai held down Michael's shoulders, blocked him behind him, and faced the enemy in front of him.

The Fallen Starman raised the Soul-Severing Blade, feeling the muscles that were almost uncontrollable under the severe injury, and said silently: "Even for your Lady Adele."

Michael looked at Nicolai's back with complicated eyes.

A few seconds later.

"Don't always think about leaving your comrades behind and becoming a hero alone," Michael said without hesitation, leaning on the ground with his soul-killing gun, dragging his injured leg to stand next to Nicolai, and facing the enemy with him.

: “Didn’t Kaslan receive enough whipping back then?”

This time, it was Nicolai's turn to fall silent.

The Fallen Star lowered his head and sneered.

Michael couldn't help but curl his lips as he recalled the past.

A few seconds later, the two of them laughed heartily at the same time.

The semi-encirclement of the Black Sand Territory has taken shape, and the enemies look fierce: "Be careful with that gun... attack their wounds."

The two people who were seriously injured did not speak. They just raised their weapons and prepared to face what may be the last battle in their lives.

At this moment.

"beep--"

A shrill trumpet sound came clearly from the center of the Palace of Heroes.

Nicolai and Michael were both stunned!

This is……

"beep--"

The soldiers in the Black Sand Territory looked at each other in surprise.

It was like hearing the most incredible command.

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Amidst the shrill sound of the trumpet, Tuleha pulled Cohen's collar and raised his head in shock.

"Impossible," the Burning Knight put down the vigilance officer in his hand and murmured, "This is..."

Cohen opened his eyes in a daze, feeling the pain and fatigue all over his body - his right arm began to hurt again.

He lost.

It was obvious that he had fought with all his strength, that he had seized every opportunity, that he had obviously...

This was the first time he had experienced head-on the feeling of powerlessness when facing extreme situations.

But that's nothing.

In the vigilance officer's hazy vision, the young figure lying on the ground was motionless and lifeless.

Raphael.

Tears blurred Cohen's eyes.

how come……

Cohen trembled and looked at Tuleha, who was confused, and then at his sword on the ground.

The weapon that pierced Raphael's heart.

"Load Bearer".

No.

No!

Cohen cried in pain in his heart.

There was blood in front of his eyes.

The heat of the rising sun saber invaded his skin, and Cohen seemed to have returned to the scorching desert.

The veteran's voice seemed to ring in my ears again:

"Young Master, do you want to kill that orc, that monster, and avenge them all?"

"Do you want to fight your way out of here and come back alive?"

"First, you have to change yourself and get rid of some baggage: become a real monster."

"Just like them."

Cohen's pupils gradually focused, and the blood in front of his eyes became thicker and thicker.

become……

Same as them...

monster……

The next second, the glory of the stars in Cohen's body burst out.

Tuleha lowered his head subconsciously.

I saw the vigilance officer who was still dying before with a fierce look in his eyes, roaring and stretching out his starry hands!

Tuleha was shocked!

Cohen grabbed Tuleha's arm tightly and jerked him hard!

The knight reacted very quickly and shook the rising sun saber in his hand.

But Cohen's momentary outburst exceeded his expectations.

The vigilance officer violently pulled himself up from the ground and hit the Fire Knight's chest with his headbutt!

Boom!

Kill him.

Tear him apart.

Tuleha groaned and took two steps back, surprised that his opponent still had the energy to attack.

The two of them were so close that the Rising Sun Saber could only graze the side of Cohen's shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat could be heard amidst the sizzling sound.

The security officer's shoulders suddenly burst into flames.

But Cohen ignored it with red eyes, roaring and taking a step forward.

Just like a wild beast, he slammed Tuleha against the wall!

Cut him off.

Chew him to pieces.

The Burning Knight drew back his saber, but Cohen held his wrist down.
To be continued...