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When Gallo regained consciousness from his bloodthirsty frenzy, there was no one standing around.
The originally gorgeous and strong, shimmering armor on his body was now almost soaked in dark red blood, became tattered, and lost all its light. His helmet was missing, and his left arm was bent unnaturally. , the broken sword weakly sprayed with dim sparks even had his own blood on it.
There was a huge scratch on his face, from the left eye to the right cheek. The flesh and blood were turned outwards, and the shriveled eyeball hung in the eye socket, and colorless and transparent pus bounced feebly. water.
That was the damage caused when a monster stabbed Gallo's cheek with the weapon in his hand before he died. If Gallo hadn't twisted his head away at the last moment, the sharp cone-like weapon would have penetrated his head directly.
But no matter what, call it lucky or tenacious.
In short, Gallo survived. Looking for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory in such a cruel war, it took just eight people to face thousands of monsters that had lost the ability to resist, and spent a whole night to kill them all.
But even though they are extremely weak, the struggle before death alone is overwhelming.
Gallo remembered that a young mountain man from the Fourth Legion used a spear to nail a monster's head to the ground from a distance, and repeatedly thrust the spear into it several times, pounding its head almost like paste. After a mess, the moment he turned around with relief, the bone spurs ejected from the monster's chest pierced his heart.
These monsters almost all look different. Although the characteristics of some races are more obvious, for the remaining monsters, they are as featureless as a group of ragtag troops who were forcibly recruited.
There's no way to identify it, let alone how to prevent it.
Only by adapting to circumstances can we resist the death struggle of these monsters.
After being blinded by a monster in his left eye, Gallo's vision was reduced to blood red. He completely fell into madness.
Gallo roared and raised his weapon, slashing hard at all the monsters in sight, cutting them down or cutting them off with his sword, then charging to the end and coming back to do it again.
After he woke up, the whole world fell silent.
"ah……"
Gallo opened his mouth slightly, but found that he couldn't say anything.
With trembling steps, Gallo staggered forward with great difficulty, looking around with confusion in his eyes.
"Is anyone there?"
Gallo opened his mouth. After a long time, he finally spoke, shouting the name of his comrade in a trembling and heartbreaking voice: "Sharna? Where are you?"
However, there was no response. Only Gallo's own echo echoed in the air.
The sun has not risen yet, but the sky in the distance is already shimmering with misty light, and a dark golden halo spreads across the sky.
The cool spring breeze, accompanied by the strong fishy smell of the monsters' blood, filled his entire nasal cavity. The air was filled with a slippery, wet and fishy smell, which made Gallo feel that his face was wet, and the blood stains could never be dried out. .
"...It's just me, right?"
There was no reply for a long time. Gallo fell into silence.
However, he did not sit weakly on the ground, nor did he squat on the ground crying. He just slowly raised his hand and dug out his shriveled eyeballs from his face. The severe pain made his cheek twitch slightly. But
Apart from this, this young man, who was only in his early twenties, had no other reaction at all.
His eyes became cloudy. The blood stains on his face and the slightly rough and dark skin caused by lack of sleep made him look like a middle-aged man in his forties, almost old.
"Farewell...lucky guys."
Gallo murmured as he crushed the shriveled eyeball he had just dug out. He threw it on the ground and crushed it with his feet: "Die in battle. God will be proud of your bravery."
.The good boys...are all gone, leaving me alone...it's really not loyal..."
Gallo suddenly roared: "Get out of here, you bastards! Don't come back!"
After he finished roaring, Gallo felt that his spirit had relaxed a lot, and then he silently picked up his long sword and continued walking westward.
He is not as lucky as those bastards and can ascend to the heaven of gods so easily.
No... it should be said that he will not ascend to the heaven of Tire again.
He no longer believes in gods. He no longer believes in any gods or any existence that is nobler than human beings.
Because Gallo realized one thing. In the face of a catastrophe, even the gods themselves pray for miracles. It’s really ridiculous. Believers pray to priests, and priests pray to God. Who should God pray to?
God is by no means omnipotent.
Gallo witnessed with his own eyes that his friends died one by one, left him one by one, and even lost Sharna in the end. Gallo finally became alone.
In this process, what did Thiel help him? Did Thiel solve his doubts?
It’s not just Tyre. Those Templar Knights are the gods’ force, the limitations of divine power in the world. But when they were humiliated, persecuted, and on the verge of death, the gods didn’t even think it was superfluous to send miracles of healing...
Never before had Gallo felt so clearly that they had been abandoned by God.
The divine grace in his body gradually drained away, and the blessed armor lost its luster. The miracles that Tyr created for them failed one by one, and even the power that Tyr gave him was lost.
This is really...
However, just as Gallo was laughing at himself silently, he heard a somewhat familiar weak cough.
At that moment, Gallo's body stiffened suddenly. His eyes suddenly lit up.
He could clearly tell that it was Sharna's voice!
"Sharna!"
Gallo looked around in panic: "Sharna, where are you?!"
But in fact, while Gallo was looking forward to it, he was also a little worried.
What if Sharna suffered an incurable injury? What if it was just her imagination?
On this chaotic battlefield covered with thick corpses, Gallo saw a dead silence. Although he heard Sharna's voice, he had no way of knowing where Sharna was.
"Don't... come here!"
Coincidentally, at this moment, Sharna's weak voice came: "Gallo... don't come over..."
Gallo rushed towards the direction of the sound without thinking.
"Sharna! Just hold on! I'm coming to save you! Just hold on!"
His mind was in chaos, but his only thought was extremely clear: he wanted to rescue Sharna!
Gallo threw the monster's heavy corpses one by one with his hands. He had difficulty walking at first, but now he burst out with infinite power.
Finally, after he lifted up a large body, he saw that familiar figure.
"Sharna!"
Gallo was almost ecstatic at this time.
His first thought was, could this be Tyr's blessing?
Yes, it was Tyr who guided him to Sharna
However, his smile instantly froze on his face.
It's true that he found Sharna, and it's true that Sharna is still alive at this time.
However, Gallo could only see dense and ominous blood marks carved on Sharna's skin.
The lifeless energy that had never emitted from this vibrant girl was swaying in her eyes.
"Gai...Luo..."
Sharna weakly raised her hand, wanting to touch Gallo's cheek, but she dropped it just as she raised it.
Gallo immediately picked up Sharna's hand before it fell to the ground, put it on his face, and repeated in a low voice with a trembling voice: "I am, I am..."
"...Gallo...where are you?"
But Sharna seemed not to hear Gallo's voice and just muttered to herself.
Gallo only felt the bone-chilling cold wind soaking through him.
At this time, the sun will rise soon
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