Facing the reversed situation, Nicolai, who was injured more and more, looked ugly.

He tried to pull out the crossbow arrow that pierced his left arm and left shoulder, but the arrow wound on the right side affected his right hand, and he could only fail with repeated efforts and groans.

Nicolai could only sigh softly, and ended his sixth effort to pull out the crossbow with a groan.

"How did you shoot me?"

The Fallen Starman looked reluctantly at the inconspicuous black arm crossbow, and then looked angrily at the crossbow arrow that nailed him to the rock wall.

"That weapon, what is its ability?"

Monty, who was also dying, lay weakly on the ground. The severely burned man struggled to hold on to the rock and tried to sit up, silently regaining his strength.

Just listen to the disdainful snort of the Death Horn Crow:

"I don't need to tell you."

Nicolai could not help but grit his teeth slightly as he looked at him.

"Then come on," the meteorite man was sweating profusely under the severe pain, but he still trembled his lips and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Break my neck and end it."

The Death Crow stared at his miserable appearance, and after a while, he suddenly grinned.

"I won't take the risk of getting close to you again, Thornhead," Monty endured the pain, tore off a complete piece of clothing, gently wiped his wound, and slowly bandaged it in the same way as Nicolai:

"We are all in a bad situation now..."

Monty raised his head with difficulty and tried his best to smile: "If we are in close combat again, God knows what surprises you have prepared for me to turn defeat into victory."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes.

"You're afraid of me." The Fallen Star said coldly.

The Dead Crow shook his head, tore open the strip of cloth with his teeth, and bandaged his unoptimistic right arm while grimacing in pain: "On the contrary, I have already controlled the situation."

"Just wait for me to slow down, keep this distance, reload the crossbow, and load a few crossbow arrows," Monty gasped, pointing his trembling fingers at the time crossbow in the distance and then at his opponent, his eyes sharp:

"The rest is just fixed target practice."

Nicolai's face darkened.

The meteorite's right hand weakly grasped the arrow shaft in front of his shoulder, trying to break it. But the crossbow arrows were much harder than ordinary long arrows, and there was no sharp weapon like the Rising Sun Saber. Coupled with the injured and weak right hand, his efforts had no effect.

It is limited and can only gasp after painful attempts.

Monty laughed at this.

He was shaking all over, sweating and tearing off the bloody clothes on his chest, trying to stand up on the ground, but finally fell to the ground.

"Hahaha," Monty laughed nonchalantly as he fell down embarrassedly: "So this has become a game of 'last till the end', right?"

On the rocky ground, the two injured men stared at each other, sparks flying in the air.

Death Crow turned over, and the severe burns made him groan in pain: "Remember the 'meeting ceremony' we gave to welcome new people? That bastard Bingshan stripped us naked and threw us into the heavy snow on the first night, and told us to run away

There was hot water at the end, so a bunch of naked men were trembling and running for their lives..."

Nicolai frowned tightly.

Monty took a deep breath: "We were almost freezing and couldn't reach the finish line. It wasn't until we collapsed that we realized there was no finish line at all. The so-called meeting ceremony and the tradition of the Blade Guard were just to test our limits."

His eyes were frozen in the air, as if he was saying to himself: "Lies are always the most effective whip."

Nicolai shook his head with a stiff expression.

"You are not worthy of mentioning the Guards," the remaining finishing power in his body surged towards the injury, trying his best to relieve the severe pain in his shoulder, "the betrayer of the Blade Oath."

The Death Crow froze slightly and his breathing became slightly heavy.

"Blade oath...betrayal..." At that moment, Monty's expression was a little dazed.

But after a moment, the man smiled and shrugged, and endured the pain of the burns and hissed: "Whatever you say, anyway..."

The Dead Crow's expression became solemn and his eyes were cold:

"These are your last words."

"Meteor."

To his surprise, Nicolai smiled.

He leaned against the rock wall and looked at Monty with extremely complicated eyes.

"If half of what you said is true, Big Mouth... then at least, at least initially you were not a member of the occult."

Nicolai narrowed his eyes: "What made you betray, or what did the secret department catch you for?"

Monty was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Oh my god, you are really starting to sound more and more like Kaslan."

Nicolai ignored his words to change the subject.

"The career of the White Blade Guard may bring you torture, but you will not make any progress if you surrender to the maggots in the night of the Secret Department. You don't really think that they are your savior and can save you from trouble, right?"

Monty's smile disappeared.

"That's a worse step." The Faller looked at the Rising Sun Saber and Time Crossbow in the distance: "You must have other reasons for walking out of one abyss and throwing yourself into another abyss."

Monty was silent for a few seconds and smiled with pain and joy.

"Some things don't need a reason."

The Dead Crow snorted coldly: "Maybe I was born to be a traitor, heartless, indifferent to emotions, and lacking in conscience, so Kaslan chose me to be that dirty knife."

But Nicolai still ignored him and continued talking to himself: "That was your first betrayal, right? That assassination."

Monty's eyebrows moved.

The Falling Star Man seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and said calmly: "After Prince Suril died, you tried every means to leave Longxiao City and the late king, because you were also afraid, afraid that he would discover the truth."

"And the reason that instigated your betrayal may be the assassination eighteen years ago."

Nicolai stared at Monty steadily.

The Dead Crow looked back at him with a solemn expression.

"Damn, not only have you become stronger," Monty murmured, "you've also become more suspicious."

Nicolai glanced at the unconscious prince who was moaning softly.

"If you have been facing off day and night for six full years with a cunning, insidious, scheming Prince of the Stars who plots against you every day, but you can't even lay a finger on him," the Fallen Star Man said coldly:

"You will become just like me."

Monty shook his head and laughed.

"None of this matters anymore," the Death Crow tried to struggle to get up again, and a ruthless look returned to his face: "Just wait for me..."

At this moment, Nicolai spoke softly and spit out another name:

"Adele."

At that moment, Monty, who was trying to get up, froze in place.

It took a while before the usually relaxed-looking Death Crow was able to sit down.

Like a chess piece that has lost its center of gravity.

Looking at Monty who was unusually gloomy, Nicolai let out a deep sigh.

"You haven't forgotten her yet, have you?"

The Death Crow's neck was like an old and rusty clock. He turned to Nicolai slowly and with difficulty, his expression stiff: "What?"

The sun sets again at an angle, and their shadows gradually tilt eastward.

The Fallen Starman was like a stricken old man, with a gloomy face and a lost tone: "The reason why you threw yourself into the stars and into the secret department at the expense of others and yourself, and the reason why you insisted on Prince Suril's death, I can only think of this.

.”

Monty looked at his old boss in shock: "You, you..."

"You thought you concealed it well back then, and no one knew about it," Nicolai chuckled with an unclear expression, but his words were full of exhaustion: "But the way you looked at Mrs. Adele, and your abnormal

Number of duties and locations..."

"No, no," Monty's breathing quickened, and his eyes looking at Nicolai were filled with incredible emotion: "You know?"

"So you figured it out a long time ago?"

"Son of a bitch," Nicolai just looked at him coldly and affirmed: "So, your betrayal is indeed related to that woman."

"Right?"

The Death Crow lowered his head and was silent for a long time.

The Fallen Star stared at him like an inquisitor, his eyes like swords.

Monty suddenly moved.

I saw him pulling at the corners of his mouth, looking up and laughing as his cheeks twitched: "Hahaha..."

Nicolai closed his eyes and looked sad.
To be continued...