In the bush area on the hillside, Yupaca stood on a stone with a bad expression and looked coldly at Connor and Falcon, who were entangled in a struggle.
Scattered broken feathers hung in the area close to the two. The eagle had already lost its breath. Its neck was twisted and turned over. The feathers on its body were missing in pieces, exposing the flesh wounds underneath. The pair of sharp claws were embedded in Connor's flesh and blood.
Inside the fuzzy chest.
This was a pet that he had carefully raised, so it was inevitable that he would have some violent fluctuations in his heart.
Connor, whose body was covered with scars, was also dying. Several bloody holes were pecked out on his left and right cheeks, a piece of his nose was missing, and his left eye socket turned into a mass of flesh and blood.
The remaining right eye was wide open and stared at Upaka who was looking down from above. A few drops of blood spilled from his slightly opened lips, and he managed to take a few breaths.
"Aren't you just going to save the two children from the Hopi tribe? Just come with us. Now that my Heiyun is dead, I'm afraid there's nothing left to talk about."
Following Yupaca's entourage, they carried Bobandak and Gluck who were knocked unconscious and tied up. Seeing that the two were still in the enemy's hands, Connor struggled hard, but his body, whose life was constantly flowing out, did not respond to him.
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"Speak quickly, otherwise you will see enslaved undead again."
Yupaca, who didn't want to talk nonsense, pulled the Bobandak brothers over. The skin in contact quickly faded and turned white, leaving Connor no time to hesitate.
The bodies of the two Bobandaks who had fallen asleep began to tremble, and their faces were wrinkled and grim in pain, but they did not wake up.
Connor, who became agitated, spit out the blood in his mouth and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but the blood flowing back in made him cough continuously.
"It's okay, just don't destroy yourself. You could have lived."
Yupaca, who was worried that Connor would destroy his spirit body in his own way, was relieved because the information he asked through a psychic was much more reliable than asking a living person.
If the other party is willing to cooperate well, there won't be so many things. Why not just lead the way in! What's the loss?
He abandoned Bobandak and Gluck and accelerated Connor's death. His limbs began to become cold and stiff. A few small rays of light occasionally disappeared from the flesh and blood.
Are all the people in it like this? If people in my own tribe also get it, it is estimated that the overall level will be improved by a big level.
"Are you going to die? Why didn't I come earlier."
The sweet voice of regret and complaint sounded, which reminded Upaca of the good years they had spent together, and then nothing happened.
Where he disappeared, little rays of light fell from the sky and slowly merged together. Hermione, who didn't care, stared at Connor who was still breathing a little bit on the ground with an ugly face.
Even if he uses magic to barely resist the loss of life, the nature of death is still unavoidable.
"Where has your glory gone? And your patriarch Jackson, won't you save it?"
While talking, Hermione rolled up the hanging black gauze and turned it into a top hat decoration, revealing her unconcealed face. She hoped that this guy had heard of her.
The blood stains in his mouth and the bleeding wounds were all treated briefly by her. Connor looked at them for a while and then managed to make an inaudible sound.
"You seem to be a figure on the totem. Chief Jackson is about to return to the kingdom of the sun."
"Aren't you going back? You have to resist!"
"The kingdom of the eternal sun, the first place that illuminates the world, can I enter? Please bury me~~
Before he could finish speaking, Connor lost all his vitality, and his still dazzling light disappeared from this land in a flash.
You should at least explain your affairs clearly before leaving. How should I go in without you?
Is there anyone who carries the brilliance? How come there are so few of them? They are insignificant compared to the memories scattered over an area.
A simple psychic ritual was completed. Unwilling to do so, Hermione tried her luck, and several remaining spirits appeared.
The remnants of Connor's spirit body that are still retained from the neck up are constantly dissipating. It's not that she is spiritually strong, she will be gone if she uses magic well.
After praising herself, she asked where the glory had gone and how to get in? It would be gone if she didn't hurry up.
"The glory was stripped away by them, and I should be able to go back after taking my remains and scattering them with the glory to Lake Guadevita!"
With the last words left, the remnant Connor completely disappeared into this world.
Hermione waved a piece of flowers to him who didn't know why he came, then burned them into a handful of ashes and sealed them away.
Why come out? Isn’t it good to live in paradise?
If possible later, I would like to live there with the people I care about.
The two teenagers who fell into the haystack were replaced by her with the corrosive aura of death. It must be a very deep feeling to be able to do this.
The guy who just talked a lot and killed his target was also dragged over. The dull spirit did not have the majesty it had in life.
The Sequence 6 Necromancer of the Path of Death is pretty good, so why would he seek death?
"Where has his glory gone?"
"It was taken away by Elder Dekuta. He went back to the tribe to find the high priest."
"How do you know about the Kingdom of Gold?"
"This is a secret passed down from generation to generation in our tribe. Only recently did the high priest tell us and said that the opportunity has come."
Opportunity? Or the local indigenous people know more, combined with the fact that Jackson just got it is going to die, is it this?
After holding on for so long, it’s time to leave. After all, it’s not like I’m a Sequence 2 that has undergone a complete qualitative change, so I can just give him a ride in time.
"Do you know what opportunity that is?"
"I don't know, we're not allowed to tell."
"Which side did your tribe join?"
"The mother of desire...
Hermione interrupted the honorific name he was about to say, indicating that she knew it, and had she lined up secretly again!
"What is the sequence of your high priest? And that Dekuta? Where are the others?"
"The high priest is a saint "ferryman". As for Elder Dekuta, he is very strange and seems to be different from us. I haven't had much contact with him and my understanding is limited."
Is it different? Is it from the paths of those hidden existences?
The overall danger level is not high. If you take back the glory and set fire to it, no one can do anything to you.
After asking for the address, Hermione erased all traces of this place and left. I hope it won't be in vain!
Otherwise, the more I think about it, the angrier it becomes, and the more I think about it, the more disadvantaged I become, and I am afraid that I will not be able to help but cause chaos to the Kesar tribe.
If it weren't for these conspirators, I could have taken people back now to prepare for the follow-up matters.
After Hermione left, Bobandak and Gluck, who were lying in the haystack, woke up. The place where Connor was originally became only dark soil, and the dead falcon was thrown aside.
The dazed two people couldn't help but kneel down and cry bitterly.
