In the deep darkness as deep as abyss, the disintegrating consciousness is like a thin line that floats away, and it can never gather into a ball.

I don’t know how long it took them to settle to the bottom of the abyss and gradually merge into a unified collective.

The town with fire in the sky was dug out of the huge passage, the bricks and gravels burned red, the hideous face of the flying knight, the murderous sword edge, the broken armor, the bloody wound, the storm of blood...

The static scenes are like slides, switching playbacks quickly in a short period of time, making it appear messy, but it still makes the consciousness of this group gradually clear and remembers his identity.

He was the descendant of the Charon and Del family. He joined the winter fight, became a ranger who reconnaissed the enemy, and finally fought with the Flying Winged Knights in the town of Besu.

“…Is it dead again?”

Charon couldn't help but think of this idea when he observed the familiar surroundings and could not feel his body.

Although he died in a daze last time, he still had some residual impression, and he had been in a similar dark environment for a long time.

Things are a little strange...

Although he suffered a lot of injuries during the battle and eventually fell into a coma, there was no fatal place on his body. With the strong body of the knight, how could he die like this?

With confusion, Charon tried to retrieve the memory fragments in his consciousness and tried to sort them out and restore the actual situation at that time.

When he fought with the enemy to the last moment, he successfully killed the shadow guard of the interceptor and joined the battle group here.

When Abraham restrained most of the enemy's power, he found an opportunity to gather all his strength and resolutely used the swordsmanship at the bottom of the box.

The moment the bright golden moon rose, the knight's sword as fast as thunder penetrated the space and completely penetrated into the enemy's throat.

However, I was also knocked down by the enemy's deathly counterattack. My whole body flew out like a shell, and eventually smashed into the ruins next to the city wall, completely losing the power to continue fighting.

When they were taken away from the battlefield by the shadow guards, most of the enemies had been killed, and only a few people successfully broke through, which was basically the overall situation.

That's why he stopped forcing and slowly fell into a coma.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be something wrong with me, but there is nothing absolute in the world. The power of burying the Secret Knights in the Blood Lan Knights may not be the only one with Feiyi. There are several top families within the Thors Federation who want to curb and suppress the Del family.

His identity is exposed. These enemies who usually lurk in are probably like sharks that smell bloody. In addition, they just won the victory at that time, many people put down their vigilance and guard against each other. The phone will be quite good.

If things really are as I guessed, it is undoubtedly a tragic story.

He had obviously killed the enemy, successfully broke through the death realm, and touched the edge of advancement, but inexplicably criticized others.

With the consciousness in this state, it is difficult for Charon to show too much anger and reluctance, and it emits a few ripples before calming down.

He didn't know whether his consciousness would slowly dissipate or whether he could see the dawn of new life like the last time, but sitting still and waiting for death did not seem to be a good choice...

"Please here!"

Outside, Butler Wall led a thin-faced old man into the residence and went straight to his young master's bedroom.

Judging from the silk white robe covered with strands of blue draped cloth and printed with strange flat pattern emblems, the old man is undoubtedly one of the most exquisite doctors in the Federal Medical Sciences of Thors.

When he arrived beside the bed, the old man stretched out his right hand, reached above his chest, and released the green light full of vitality.

As time passed slowly, the old man's eyebrows were squeezed more and more wrinkles, and he seemed to encounter very difficult problems.

Butler Wall's heart sank and asked respectfully and politely: "Macedonian doctor, is my young master's condition still not improving?"

"Young Master Charon is in an indescribable state..."

The Macedonian doctor with a gloomy expression retracted his palm and shook his head and said, "Although the injuries on his body have recovered and his physical condition is still increasing day by day, it still just like last time. Most of his abundant blood and energy have disappeared out of thin air. He seems to be very tired and there is no sign of being active at all."

"Can you confirm what the problem is? Poisoning, or cursing?"

Butler Wall's eyes were bloodshot and his voice was cold and low. This incident put a lot of pressure on him.

"Although all the things you said are possible, judging from the fact that all the targeted treatment methods are ineffective, I prefer that there is something wrong with Master Charon himself."

Macedonian doctors do not agree with Wall's statement.

"Your Excellency Wall, you don't need to worry too much. Young Master Charon is not in danger of his life for the time being. He has sent a message to his knowledgeable colleagues a few days ago. I believe there will be clues soon..."

This kind of nutrition-free and valuable speech has been said by several doctors.

Although he was irritated and angry, butler Wall did not reveal any of it on the surface, he still sincerely thanked the other party and personally sent the other party downstairs.

After half a quarter of an hour, he returned to the room. He looked at the young man who was still sleeping and couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

In the past few years, these young masters were so weak that they felt hopeless, but now they just ignore the danger and fight against high-level formal knights, which is why they have such a headache.

Although this can indeed win back the attention of the master, the sequelae is too serious, and it is a loss-making transaction after all.

The official business was full of trivial matters, and the butler Wall could not stay here for a long time. He ordered the maid to take good care of him, so he left.

The huge house became quiet again. Bonnie sent several young maids who had been transferred recently to do things, and she made a basin of hot water to wipe her body for her master.

The clock carefully carved by the log wood quietly swings the pendulum, the cold-resistant flowers in the vase are flowing with a faint fragrance, the fireplace is burning with flames, and the retro-flavored room is very warm.

As usual, Bonnie took off her little black leather shoes, skillfully climbed onto the soft big bed, and knelt down next to Charon.

After helping the latter up, she used her soft body as a pillow to support the other person's leaning.

In fact, if someone helps, it doesn’t take so much effort, but she still chooses to serve alone, which is the responsibility of the personal maid.

After completing the work carefully, Bonnie changed into clean clothes for Charon, covered her with a quilt, and squatted beside the bed and prayed that the other party would wake up as soon as possible.

After watching worriedly for a long time, she got up to pack her things.

However, the maid never expected that after she closed the door and left, two teeth holes suddenly appeared on her owner's neck, which was originally completely uncharacteristic, and red blood slowly emerged.

The flames in the fireplace seemed to sense abnormality and swayed violently, but as the cold air in the room increased, it became depressed.

The blood that gushed out like a gurgling water did not stain the quilt bed, but disappeared quickly as soon as it appeared, as if it was sent to the distance through the twisted space.

This strange process continued until Charon frowned and trembled his fingers before gradually stopping.

The existence who manipulated all this seemed a little unwilling to accept it, but he also knew that if he continued to suck, his instinctive sense of crisis would completely awaken the knight.

Straws of blood like thin threads emerged out of thin air and quietly floated towards the two tooth holes. Under the weaving of this force, this wound can quickly recover as before, making it difficult for people to detect.

But before the bloody light started working, it was tightly held by the suddenly raised palm.

Charon, who should have no response, slowly opened his eyes, and a burning phantom of golden flame appeared in his dark red eyes.

The unknown existence was stunned for a moment when such a change was made, and after a moment, he chuckled.

"Brother Charon, you'd better sleep for a while..."
Chapter completed!