All hope seemed to have disappeared at this moment. The exit that I thought could lead to escape was just another door leading to death.

After the Guards Corps was completely annihilated, the Qinwang Army loyal to Andre took complete control of the Royal City hub. The ground troops blocked every block and every alley. There were also winged beast cavalry and dragon knights conducting high-altitude reconnaissance in the air.

Even the raven that only delivers messages cannot fly out, and humans have no possibility of escaping.

"Ta, ta..." Cold footsteps sounded, and Andre, covered in blood and stains, slowly walked from behind Burton and Solandel. He looked at the two with mocking eyes and said sarcastically: "

It seems you still can’t run fast enough.”

Solandel protected the bruised Bolton and said with tears: "You can come at me whatever you want. Please at least let your brother go. He is not a threat to you..."

"Haha...hahahaha!" Andre seemed to have heard some joke and kept making tut-tutting sounds: "Solandel, you are 15 years old. I thought you were at least a smart person. No.

To think that I could say such childish words."

"What qualifications do you have to protect Bolton? Why should I let him go when I have a sure chance of victory? What, am I going to be like those idiot villains in the drama, letting go of Bolton, who is full of potential, and waiting for him to practice someday?

Become an extremely strong man and come back to take revenge on me with a knife?"

When Andre said this, a strong joking appeared on his face: "What's more, if you two rebels who killed the royal father and intended to usurp the throne leave, how will I explain to the people?"

After Andre finished speaking, two cross-shaped prison cars used for public demonstrations were pushed out from the palace gate, and the royal guards also stepped forward to hold down Bolton and Solandel respectively, preparing to put them on the prison cars.

Andre smiled grimly: "Compared with so many losers, you two are undoubtedly lucky. You will not be forgotten namelessly. Burton and Solan will be left in the history books for thousands of years.

The names Dale—despicable parricide.”

In Andre's cold declaration, the royal guards took out iron chains and tied Bolton first. Solandel kicked and beat them, and tried to bite them with her teeth, but this resistance did not pose any threat.

The royal guard showed no mercy and punched Solandel in the stomach with a backhand, causing her to fall to the ground and coughing blood. She struggled and wanted to come up to protect her brother, but she was greeted with no mercy.

Punches and kicks.

The royal guard grabbed Solandel's hair and lifted her up. Just as he was about to tie her to the prison van, a wisp of sparks suddenly drifted past his eyes.

The fire light rose up all around, like splashing golden rain, and the scorching light turned into a blazing stream of light, almost covering the sun high in the sky.

Everyone looked over in astonishment, and saw Bolton's eyes filled with a desperate fighting spirit, and the Sun Seal between his eyebrows shattered, turning into billowing flames.

At this moment, even Andre, who had a chance to win, was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Fire!!!!" The first shrill scream came from nowhere, and all the royal guards around Bolton fled. The cavalry horses raised their front hooves in fear, and the desire to survive overwhelmed the long-term

The obedience trained, rushed and huddled together, struggling to escape from here.

Bolton, who was covered in bruises and bruises, got out of the prison car and stood firmly in front of the battle. His whole body was ignited by the golden fire of self-sacrifice, as if he had turned into the sun descending into the mortal world.

Just like the "Black Lion" Garrott on the snowfield, at the last moment of his life, Bolton resolutely chose to sacrifice his life in the flames, at the cost of being annihilated, to fight for the sister he had protected all his life.

way of life.

Everyone knows the horror of "martyrdom in the fire". Those who are martyred in the flames are immortal until their bodies are burned out. But as long as outsiders are affected by the fire of self-martyrdom, there is no way to save them. The only ending is

Burned up by the flames.

Initiating a martyrdom requires an extremely strong belief in self-destruction. Andre did not expect that Bolton would use this method to struggle to his death. He knew that this situation must not be approached, so he immediately climbed onto the Dragon Knight's vehicle and fought with Bolton.

He immediately distanced himself.

The rest of the legions were also in chaos. Some troops carrying heavy weapons attempted to suppress Bolton with long-range offensives. The commander gave an order, and the ballistae set up in the bunker opened fire at the same time. The dense crossbow bolts pierced the sky and formed a wave in the air.

Continuous black shadows.

However, in the face of self-sacrifice fire, this kind of blow was useless, and the crossbow bolt was annihilated by the flames before it hit Bolton's body.

"Solan! Follow me!" As a warrior, Bolton launched the last charge against the enemy. He broke into the chaotic enemy formation, and the fire of self-sacrifice bloomed everywhere like a prairie fire, composing the final dignity of this great general.

Looking at Bolton's back, Solandel's vision was blurred by tears. Her mind was filled with scenes of growing up under the care of her brother. The memories pierced her heart like a knife, and the pain made her unable to breathe.

But Solandel knew that this was the last chance of life that her brother had bought for her with everything he had. Any hesitation or hesitation would be to live up to his sacrifice.

Solandel gritted her teeth and rushed over. Bolton, covered in fire, cut a bloody path in front, allowing her to run without any delay.

Bolton overran the enemy formation and reached the edge of the royal city. When he rushed to a stone bridge, the last of his life force was burned out, and his body continued to turn into embers and ashes in the wind. He stretched out his hand towards Solandel for the last time,

Whispering: "Sister...live...down...go...ah..."

Solandel cried heartbrokenly, but she didn't even have the courage to look back. She could only run forward as hard as she could. She didn't dare to look at Bolton's shattered body. She was afraid that she would not be able to bear it once she turned back.

If you stop, your brother's sacrifice will be in vain.

After crossing the stone bridge, Solandel didn't know how long she had been running. She only felt that her legs were as heavy as lead, her lungs seemed to be burning, and tears and sweat kept falling from her face, as if they were melting in the air.

As falling raindrops.

Bolton gave everything that could be sacrificed.

Solandel also did all the efforts she should make.

However, this royal city seems destined to become her prison.

After Bolton was wiped out, the legions re-encircled the enemy. The running speed of humans could not be compared with horses, let alone the well-trained regular army.

Amidst the thunderous sound of the horses' hooves, the streets leading outside the city were blocked again. The cavalry blocked Solandelle's escape route and surrounded her.

As the dragon knight descended into the sky, Andre's nightmarish voice came from the dragon's back: "It's a beautiful attempt, but it's a pity it's meaningless."

Andre jumped down from mid-air, grabbed Solandel directly, pressed her head on the ground in front of him, leaned into her ear and whispered quietly: "The game is over, Solandel Van...

Doguland, please salute your brother."
Chapter completed!