Cock bang.

A heartbeat sounds like a heavy hammer.

pain.

Heartbreaking pain.

Thales could barely stand while holding on to the fast rope, dripping with cold sweat.

No.

Ding.

Another heartbeat.

After trying to take away Barney's sword, the terrible sequelae struck him again, causing every breath and even every heartbeat of his heart to be accompanied by almost heartbreaking pain.

It gets more serious every time.

Like the ferryman's call, he was going to be crushed every inch from head to toe.

But that's no longer important.

He cannot fall.

At least not now.

Thales, who was dying, glanced at the nine scarred men with desperate eyes in front of him.

Former royal guard.

Ding.

After the next heartbeat, the nearly exhausted sin of the Hell River surged up again, filling his limbs and rushing toward his overburdened heart and body on the verge of collapse.

Strange yet familiar fluctuations hit, reappearing the scene of the Dragon Blood Night and the battle against the Fallen Star:

The Sin of Hell River began to consume a huge amount of energy, accelerating the regeneration and recovery of damaged tissues in his body.

Accompanied by infinitely amplified pain.

Thales began to tremble uncontrollably.

But what was different from before was that, listening to Sak'el's confession and Little Barney's sobs, listening to the bloody sound in Naki's throat and Nai's increasingly chaotic breathing, Thales suddenly found that he could not care about these things.

The pain that once caused him to die was gone.

Sak'el's words are vivid in my ears, as if they were a lifetime ago, but they are extremely clear.

"The royal guards each have his own master, and colleagues and comrades meet with swords..."

"Eleven times...siblings killed each other."

Ding.

In Thales's increasingly dim sight, the punishment knight stared blankly into the darkness.

"I can only watch everything happen, helpless and helpless..."

"sorry……"

Sak'el said empty-handedly.

"I can't do anything."

Thales subconsciously tightened his arm on the fast rope and closed his eyes.

The sin of the Hell River was still roaring in his body like a wild beast that had found its prey.

But at that moment, Thales seemed to have returned to that night in the abandoned house, lying helplessly on the dilapidated ground.

He heard Quaid laughing maniacally.

Kelit, Ned, Ensola, and the deceased beggars were floating in the air, looking at him expressionlessly.

Watching Quaid pass Thales, step by step towards the weak, helpless and trembling Kolya.

And he can only...

I can only watch everything... happen.

Nothing can be done.

Thales clenched his fists.

Nothing can be done?

No.

There seemed to be a voice whispering in his heart.

No.

Ding.

As if commanding his body, Thales tremblingly let go of the fast rope and stood up straight in pain.

That night, the noise and blood of Longxiao City flashed through his mind.

Nothing...to be done, not to be.

He suddenly understood.

What he learned from the teachings of Toros was not just the use of magic energy, or the "contacter" or "object" stage of a magician.

But something more important.

Thales opened his eyes suddenly.

"No."

The young man's voice sounded faintly, steadily and resolutely, attracting everyone's attention.

Quick Rope looked at him in surprise as the Star Prince, who relied on himself to stand firm just a second ago, was now taking steps forward step by step, covered in cold sweat.

"This has nothing to do with what we can or cannot do." Thales staggered over Barney's sword, picked up the extinguished torch from the ground, and swung it in the air to let it fully activate again.

Burn.

The light illuminated the dim storage room.

Sak'el looked at him blankly, little Barney was still lying on the ground sobbing silently.

Naji, who was hovering on the edge of death, had gradually lost his sight, and Naji's cough began to become small and silent.

"It's about whether we make the appropriate choices when that moment comes."

Thales took a deep breath and forced himself to block out the pain caused by the sequelae of magic energy or the sin of Hell River. He held the torch and walked step by step towards the dark pool of blood ahead.

"No matter what you are planning to do now, it is too late," Samir sneered, his tone filled with endless sadness and ridicule:

"This is the truth."

Thales shook his head and just continued to move forward.

The blood from Naki's neck stained the soles of his shoes.

Just like that night, he stepped into a pool of blood in the abandoned house.

Everyone focused their attention on the prince.

Thales gasped and stepped into a pool of blood.

The next second, the pain in his body suddenly increased!

The young man's feet slipped and he could no longer support his weak body, so he knelt down on one knee in front of Naki and Cannon.

"Tiles!"

Quick Rope exclaimed, but was stopped by the prince's decisively raised hand.

"For now, at least."

Thales took a breath, took a few steps closer to Naki, and met his almost dry eyes.

"There's one last thing we can do."

One last thing?

Kuaisheng was stunned for a moment.

"Naki, the 'idler' of the Guard Wing, right?"

Thales endured waves of severe pain and looked at the man who was losing his life in front of him.

With Cannon's support, Naki glanced at Thales aimlessly, and the blood on his neck continued to gush out between Cannon's trembling fingers.

Immediately, Naji looked away tremblingly, dodging and feeling weak, as if he did not dare to face the young man named Canxing in front of him.

"I see."

"I know what you did."

Naki trembled slightly.
To be continued...