Finally, Virgilio couldn't bear it any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
His chest heaved violently and he coughed.
Blood stained his mask red, and a fishy smell rose from his throat and went straight to his nose, choking him to the point of tears.
He reached out and pulled off the blood-stained mask and threw it away, facing the two red archbishops with his handsome and cold face.
He didn't want to die with his mask still on so no one could see him.
"Is this death?" Virgilio muttered to himself.
"No! I can't give up!"
Virgilio's eyes became determined again. He glanced at the injured dagger and sighed inwardly that he was really smart.
Because his hand had no strength at this time, if he hadn't tied the dagger in advance, the dagger would have been thrown out during the fight.
He is a warrior. As long as his arms are still there, then his weapons are still there and will not be lost!
This is the last dignity of a soldier.
"Xuanxuan! I'm sorry!" Virgilio's face showed a hint of guilt at this time, "I promised to protect you for the rest of my life, but even if you are injured, I can't give you the medicine to send you back. Haha
——But that’s okay, just pretend that I’m not here, so that I won’t have to worry about you in the future. I just hope, I hope Sulin can bring you the medicine back, and then you’ll get better soon!”
He thought of Su Lin again. This annoying guy was really lingering. However, at this moment, he really hoped that Su Lin could escape safely and lead the medicine to Situ Xuan to take back.
"Because only if Su Lin brings the medicine back, can Situ Xuan be saved. Their hard work will not be in vain, and their own sacrifice will be worth it!"
In this way, even if you really die, your death will not be in vain.
Virgilio sighed inwardly, and then gave the two red archbishops a cold look.
"Pooh--!"
He spat, and although he didn't understand the language, he still used his own way to express his contempt for the two of them.
Immediately afterwards, Virgilio's body began to tense up, his legs slightly bowed, and his upper body leaned forward in a charging posture.
He knows his own body best.
At this time, his physical condition is definitely difficult to resist the siege of the two red archbishops. If they charge again, he will be killed by them.
However, the spare strength in his body was enough for him to barely perform a simple attack.
A narrow escape from death, no, it should be an attack with no chance of death.
Because even if he did die in the end, it was because he took the initiative to kill the enemy. He did not flinch or be timid.
And then - killed.
I still feel embarrassed when I think about it, but I really don’t want to die!
But, what can be done?
Because for Virgilio, this was the most honorable and dignified way to die.
"Xuanxuan!" Virgilio thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see you again in this life. I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise——!"
He tightened the blood-stained dagger in his hand, gritted his teeth, and then rushed towards the two red archbishops who had been waiting impatiently.
"Boom, click—!"
A thunder ripped through the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
"Crash-"
Big raindrops fell down, and the rain curtain covered the sky and the earth. The whole world seemed to be enveloped by the rain arrows.
"Bang--!"
Virgilio's body fell heavily to the ground, he was panting and his whole body was submerged in mud and water.
There were countless wounds on his body, and some of the knives had even penetrated deep into his internal organs. Bones were visible, and the blood and rain were mixed together, making it look extremely eye-catching.
"The muddy water is too dirty, and the way I just landed is too unsightly."
Virgilio actually refused in his heart.
He really wanted to ask the two red archbishops if they could help him up first, or change him to a better-looking and more comfortable position.
Of course, on the one hand, it was because of the language barrier, and on the other hand, he was unwilling to ask others for anything.
"I'm going to die anyway, and no one else will see me when I die. After I die, I won't care about my posture anymore. I guess my body will be taken away by them to accept the so-called divine punishment!" Weir!
Giglio comforted himself like this.
"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"
The red archbishop holding a dagger walked towards him step by step, staring at Virgilio, his face expressionless and his expression stern.
"Click!" "Click!" "Click!"
His boots made a squeaking sound in the muddy water.
"Where is the Crystal Skull?" he asked in a bird's language that no one could understand.
Virgilio's butt was facing him, lying there motionless, thinking, is this guy a fool?
If you don't speak English, who the hell knows what you're talking about?
"Hand over the Crystal Skull, or we will make your life worse than death!" The red archbishop holding a dagger continued to threaten.
Virgilio didn't understand it anyway, so he didn't bother to listen.
He felt that all the strength in his body was being drained away by the passing blood, and finally he could only choose to close his eyes feebly, because at this time Virgilio could clearly feel the red-clothed leader behind him raising his hand.
dagger.
"Shua——!"
The red archbishop, who was holding a dagger, raised his dagger high and stabbed Virgilio hard in the back, right at the heart.
"bass--!"
At this time, a silver light suddenly flashed.
"Puch!"
Blood spurts out wildly.
The raised arm of the red archbishop holding the dagger actually flew up and then fell to the ground. At the same time, the dagger in his hand shone with cold light.
The red-clothed archbishop who was holding a long sword couldn't help being frightened. Without any hesitation, he flashed his figure and rushed towards the sudden man in black with his sword in the rain.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the man in black who suddenly appeared. Instead of retreating, he advanced forward. He picked up the fallen dagger of the red archbishop with a kick, grabbed it, and then launched a counterattack towards the red archbishop holding a long sword.
"Crack——!"
The two passed each other and a burst of sparks flew between them.
The great leader in red looked at him with a face full of reluctance. He really couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.
I actually, actually...
His body had been broken into two parts at this time. The broken lower body still maintained the number of running words, while his upper body fell heavily to the ground in the rain.
The blood from Xia's body recoiled into the air, and was then slapped down by denser raindrops.