The ghost-like queen whispered to Reinhardt's figure, her face full of anxiety:
"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? I woke up and found you weren't around...Why are you hurt?"
She floated away from the ruins in panic, as if she wanted to rush to Reinhardt's side to ask about his condition.
Fifty meters, twenty meters...
But when she was about to get close to Reinhardt, Ning Feng still couldn't bear it anymore and bit his lip hard.
Tsk!
He took a deep breath, stood between the two, raised the weapon in his hand and faced the Ghost Queen, and spoke seriously:
"Stop, don't come any closer."
We can't let her, who is probably the carrier of the gods, come into contact with the current Reinhardt, or big problems will arise.
"Who are you!?"
But compared to the queen's reaction, the other one came faster and more fiercely!
Although the pressure from behind only lasted for a short moment, Ning Feng's hair still stood up, feeling like he was being stared at by a brutal beast.
!!!
The moment Ning Feng raised his weapon against the queen, the pressure from behind instantly surged, including the pressure from his teammate Reinhardt.
He was watching his every move, ready to stop him before he reacted in any other way.
Or even directly destroy it!
Damn this guy.
Without turning around to look at Reinhardt's expression, Ning Baobao frowned at the ghost queen who seemed to be confused, and slowly said to Reinhardt:
"She...has a certain possibility."
Ning Feng reminded Reinhardt in as subtle a way as possible that saying "certainly" was already a very face-saving statement.
The queen's suspicion is very high, almost to the point of being punished.
Why is she the only one who remains conscious when the other undead are being controlled?
And why is it so late at this time?
The reasons almost don’t need to be mentioned anymore.
The facts are already in front of us, and no amount of excuses will help.
"Step aside."
A voice without any emotion sounded from behind, causing Ning Feng's serious expression to change again.
Reinhardt didn't make any more moves, he just repeated again:
"Please get out of the way."
But this time, compared to the previous voice, it sounded softer and gentler.
Judging from the sound of his voice, he did not fall into despair because of the loss of his best friend just now, but was filled with exhaustion.
Reinhardt was already very tired.
There really is no better time than now!
The carrier of the gods is right in front of us. As long as she is eliminated, everything will be...
Ning Feng's cheek twitched a few times, and finally he frowned and put down the raised blood sword.
He couldn't do anything to an innocent woman, and there was no way Reinhardt behind him would let him do it.
The situation was the same as before, not even Kalningfon could stop Reinhardt, let alone his wife.
For his close friend who is also a hero, Reinhardt can calmly tell Karl to die for him like a hero, but for his queen, Ning Feng doesn't think Reinhardt can say such cruel words.
Even though the two of them had known each other for less than an hour, Ning Feng still had some understanding of Reinhardt's character.
This is a true hero.
Even putting aside those beautification and false parts, he is still a heroic king worthy of respect.
He is tenacious and has the so-called kingly demeanor that is so coveted.
But such a being who is favored by the world cannot defeat the gods alone, and is struggling to survive under the overwhelming power.
He used his own will to resist the assimilation of the false gods and did not become part of the collapse of the world.
To a certain extent, it is Reinhardt who is the last fragment that keeps the world from collapsing. As long as he is destroyed, everything will be irreversible.
Fate is so regrettable.
Reinhardt is like a tragic heroic character.
But similarly, Reinhardt is not without his shortcomings.
Limited to a mortal perspective, he had no way to truly solve this tragic fate.
The arrogance of the king is vividly reflected in him.
Arrogant, bearing all fate on his own body.
No interference from others is required.
"…………"
I do not care.
Ning Feng really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing anymore.
You disobey me time and time again, and in the end you make a mess. Do you still need me to clean it up?
I don't want to serve anymore.
After Ning Feng got out of the way, the anxious queen rushed towards Reinhardt who was standing there.
Illusive tears fell from her cheeks, and the queen looked at the seriously injured king uneasily, swaying hurriedly.
Her arms passed through Reinhardt's body again and again, but in the end she caught nothing.
"Your Majesty, are you okay? This spear!?"
"Is it an assassin? Is it the one who assassinated us before?"
Rarely, the always gentle queen showed panic on her face and yelled out of control:
"Where's Karl!? Where are the others? This is a dereliction of duty!"
"Your Majesty! Speak!"
Staring at the silent king angrily, Queen Mary finally couldn't help shouting:
"Linehardt!!!"
Cough cough cough.
As if he was amused by this appearance, the king, who had been silent since just now, finally responded.
He chuckled with difficulty, slowly raised his arms, and Reinhardt gently hugged his queen.
Lowering his head, he gently called his wife's name:
"Mary."
Being hugged suddenly in a panic, Mary was a little confused and murmured in confusion:
"Huh? Your Majesty!?"
Looking up, she saw Reinhardt's tender eyes.
There is no doubt, no uneasiness, only tenderness and reluctance.
Even though she could no longer see her former beautiful face, even though she had turned into a ghost at this moment, his eyes were still as gentle as ever.
Just like the afternoon when they first met, in the garden of the Wang family, the playful boy met the girl admiring the flowers.
In the garden, the young but arrogant prince showed his dominance over the older noblewoman and extended an invitation to her.
But at that time, the girl was not angry, nor even laughed at, she just touched his head gently, and then naturally held his hand.
Since then, I have never let go.
"it does not matter."
Um?
What doesn't matter?
Ning Feng had already wanted to evacuate from this farce, but it had reached this point anyway, and there was no reason to fail the mandatory mission. It was time to leave.
But the current unfolding made him narrow his eyes.
"Mary, there's no need to hide it anymore, I already knew it."
He raised his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the king, whose remains were still alive, said warmly:
"I already knew it a long time ago."
"I know...you are controlled by the gods."
"Also know that He can look at me through your eyes."
Ning Feng:!!!
The ignored details sent shivers down Ning Feng's spine the moment they were revealed. He instantly thought clearly about the parts he had missed before.
If the gods are not omnipotent, then the gods must have an eyeliner to observe the biggest threat in the world, then what kind of person will he choose?
Is it the captain of the guard who has been guarding his back?
Or the one who can get along with the king day and night, and be together day and night, the person he will least suspect?
The queen has always been the eyes of God.
Be beside him and watch him.
"Your Majesty, I don't understand..."
"It doesn't matter, that was not your intention. You were just controlled by Him, just like everyone else."
Mortals are defenseless in front of gods and are ruthlessly manipulated.
He said:
"I won't blame you."
Bloody lightning reflected the sky red, illuminating the world for a moment.
In Ning Feng's eyes, under the dark red sky, the huge skeleton pierced by a spear gently blocked the illusory ghost. They looked at each other in the rain of blood.
This scene, for some reason, made him feel a sense of beauty and sadness.
The emotion between the two moved him.
But the more precious the emotion is, the more regrettable it is when it is broken.
Raising her head in confusion, Queen Mary looked at Reinhardt's ferocious face and suddenly remembered everything.
We who have died long ago, and the countless seven days that have been reincarnated in this thousand years.
He will always be by your side.
The look he looked at himself changed from love to suspicion, and finally turned back to tenderness...
Reinhardt has never changed.
In the past, I had been sitting by the window waiting for him to come back from the war. At that time, my mother teased me like this:
"If you continue like this, you will definitely die in his arms in the end."
I remember what I said at that time:
"Even if I die in his arms, I will admit it, and...he is a hero and will not let me get hurt."
"Death in his arms is a good ending."
Yes.
It's also a good ending.
In that case, I shouldn't let myself become his weakness.
Raising her hands, Mary gently touched Reinhardt's cheek and gave a gentle smile.
It was a warm and reassuring smile.
she says:
"Goodbye, Reinhardt."
"Sister, there is no way I can continue to hold your hand."
The body became transparent, the illusory figure quickly became thinner, and the voice became weaker and weaker.
She kept staring at Reinhardt, her eyes full of reluctance.
At the end, she suddenly seemed to remember something and murmured:
"I'm sorry that we didn't give birth to our child..."
For a king, he actually has no heirs...
Click.
A shattering sound sounded, as if something was silently shattering in the illusory soul.
The dim and thin soul did not completely dissipate in the end, and the blood rain falling from the sky passed through the queen's body and fell to the ground.
Gradually, part of the falling blood did not continue to penetrate, but stayed in the queen's body, dyeing her with a layer of blood.
The gentle queen died, and the scarlet phantom awakened in Reinhardt's arms.
His scarlet eyes were unperturbed. He raised his right hand and pulled out the Spear of God that had pierced Reinhardt!
Then, without hesitation, he stabbed Reinhardt between the eyebrows again!
…
…
Under the tower, the figure next to the sarcophagus revealed its true appearance.
It's Matt who suddenly disappeared in the tavern!
But at this moment, Matt looked completely different from his crazy look before, as if he was a different person.
Although his eyes were stained scarlet, they were more alert and agile.
He stared at the gap in the sarcophagus, using a teasing tone, and suddenly smiled like a woman:
"I found you, little one~"
His appearance has not changed at all, but his feelings are extremely different.
"Although we don't have any differences because you are too weak~ But I still want to say..."
"Those who are already dead should not run out again. A peaceful death is the best destination for you."
No one responded, and he also didn't expect any reply. He smiled and stretched out his right hand.
Spreading your hands upward, a dark light gradually condensed in the void and was shaped by invisible power.
It didn't come from the dry and dirty blood in Matt's body, but something deeper, like a source that swallowed everything.
A dagger shining with scarlet light condensed in his hand!
"Although he said he doesn't like daggers, based on my understanding of him, he definitely likes them, but he just refuses to admit it."
"He is such a duplicitous man, but I still like it very much. I really can't help it."
Click.
When he reached out to touch the dagger, cracks appeared in Matt's body, as if time was passing quickly on his body.
The body that looked like a zombie further shriveled up and withered, but fine cracks appeared in an instant, and it seemed that it was about to collapse.
Ariana, who controlled Matt, didn't mind this situation. She even observed the collapse process with interest, and then said nonchalantly:
"It's really fragile. It seems we can only go so far. We have to hurry up."
Step by step, with every step, Matt's body collapsed, turning into powder and dissipating.
It only took five steps, but by the time he reached the sarcophagus, Matt's body had only one leg and one arm left, as well as more than half of his head.
"Just do it, that's all."
"This is a gift, for his trust... Haha, no, this is our token of love."
Matt, who was left with only Ba, nodded playfully and stabbed the dagger into the gap in the sarcophagus!
A pseudo-artifact that was born by bathing in the blood of the gods and was unique to him.
"It's just a magical weapon. It's really outrageous that it's been embarrassed like this."
…
…
"Fainted? Strange reaction..."
Shirin on the tower looked at Fran who had passed out strangely and blinked.
Why did you suddenly fall into coma?
I didn't say anything either?
"Forget it, just leave it alone, no one will find it if you leave it here..."
Suddenly, the sound of tearing through the air made Shirin turn around suddenly and put up her defense.
A figure covered in blood was pierced through the heart by a bloody spear and was nailed to the tower!
boom.
What!!?
About to teleport away to avoid this unknown battle situation, Shilin suddenly felt that this figure looked familiar...
!!!!
With her eyes widened, Shirin could no longer say any more words at this moment.
"You...Ning!!?"
The scene in front of her made Shirin's blood freeze for a moment.
My whole body felt cold, and I recalled one thing...
In my ears, that disgusting prophecy rang but I didn't take it to heart.
The prediction of that unreliable old man once said:
【"You will die in his arms."】
These words that are like a curse are destined not to become reality.
Because, this prophecy can only be partially fulfilled in various ways.
Just like...
You will die in his arms.
And according to that convention, which is only half right...