Longxiao City, the junction of Armor District and Shield District.
There were loud roars and faint vibrations coming from the direction of the shield area.
"We should evacuate along with those residents."
A sassy female swordsman with black hair, light armor, and thick black gloves stood on a rooftop, frowning and staring at the tall figure in front of her: "It's not our duty to meddle in other people's business, it's just asking for trouble.
It’s not in line with our principles.”
But that figure was looking at the mid-air in the shield area in the distance, taking in the crazy and unusual blood-red giant monster.
"Is this why Raphael asked us to leave?" Cohen pursed his lips with a worried expression and kept raising his eyebrows: "Is this what the secret department is going to do?"
"Did you hear what the residents said - that's the legendary hydra Kilika."
Cohen clenched his fists tightly, and hesitation flashed in his eyes: "It's those disasters, it's the magic masters - those legends that we can only see in family records and files."
Raphael…
Cohen looked at the shield area that was almost in ruins, and his breathing quickened.
Did you do this?
Is this your plan?
Miranda frowned and looked at her counterpart with a complicated expression.
"It's not without reason that the order officers evacuated the surrounding area."
"This is not something you should worry about."
"Longxiao City definitely knows how to deal with disasters," Miranda watched as the hydra shook off a giant tentacle in the distance again, sighed and shook her head: "And, no matter what Raphael did or wanted to do,
It’s not something we can interfere with.”
Cohen was still staring at the hydra, his golden hair covered with snowflakes, but he didn't notice it at all.
"That's the Shield. That's where Big Belt lives - we sat in his cabin before."
"The man who fought the orcs in Glacier Watch, remember?"
Listening to the sounds of destruction, Cohen's eyes were filled with sadness: "He and his daughter."
Miranda did not speak, but lowered her eyelids slightly.
After a long while, she said silently: "There is nothing we can do."
Cohen was silent.
In the distance, as the movement of the multi-headed snake Kilika intensified, an increasingly violent vibration was heard.
"You know what's the most ironic thing?"
A few seconds later, Cohen said expressionlessly to Miranda behind him: "On the day when we - you, me, and Raphael became 'seeds', Master Shao said to the eight of us on the Knight Colossus.
If you pass..."
Hearing this, Miranda unconsciously held up the hilt of her sword.
"The mission of the Tower of Ending is to preserve the last, purest, and most transcendent fire for mankind," Cohen continued calmly against the background of the hydra raging in the distance: "Inherit the power of the end, and inherit the spirit and spirit of our ancestors.
mission."
Mixed emotions flashed through Cohen's eyes.
"Always alert, always prepared."
"When they come back, the swords of the end will be unsheathed again."
Miranda raised her head, looked at the terrifying figure of the hydra, and gritted her teeth gently.
"Regardless of race, country, or order, we will resume the mission that belonged to our predecessors and recreate the glory of the 'Disaster Hunters' alone."
"In the darkest days, on the battlefield like hell, in the last moments of mankind, we will carry swords and hope, go against the crowd, regard death as home, and move forward indomitably."
"Towards those almost invincible disasters."
"This is the original and final mission of the Tower of the End."
"Raphael, as a seed of high hopes," said Cohen, sighed: "But it will lead to disaster..."
"Stop your meaningless and unfounded speculations," Miranda interrupted him coldly: "We have no idea what Raphael and the Secret Division did - maybe the Secret Division has a more important political purpose.
, maybe if they don’t do this, the hydra will appear in Yongxing City instead of Longxiao City.”
Cohen gave a rare sneer.
"Politics?" The blond vigilance officer shook his head in disappointment:
"The Tower of the End inherits skills to protect mankind, and it is based on transcendent politics. This is also its most valuable place - no matter how bad the relationship between the Tower of the End and the Kingdom of Stars is, it has never rejected students from the stars.
"
"But we use these treasures shared by mankind and passed down for thousands of years as the basis for killing each other." Cohen lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Swordsmen are proud to be from the Tower of the End, but for more than six hundred years,
, how many Terminator Swordsmen really died at the hands of disaster, on the way to guard humanity? How many died due to the swordsmanship and Terminator power that were also inherited from the tower?"
Miranda's expression remained unchanged, but her voice was somewhat ethereal: "Not every student can escape the shackles of politics."
"Not every student has the same ideals and goals as the Terminator Tower."
"But...Raphael?" Cohen sighed heavily: "With his status - compared to us, he should be the most detached person from these things, right?"
Miranda looked at his back quietly.
After a few seconds, the female swordsman put down her deep expression and laughed softly.
"Cohen," Miranda looked at Cohen who turned around in shock, and raised the corners of her mouth: "Has anyone ever told you..."
"Perhaps you are not suitable to be a lord, or even a noble?" The female swordsman gave an intriguing smile and asked meaningfully: "Ideal and kind--the heir to the Earl of Wallaland."
When Cohen heard this, he paused for a moment and looked at Miranda blankly.
He tilted his head and stared at the roof at his feet.
Loneliness and loneliness flashed in his eyes.
This time, Cohen remained silent longer than ever.
Finally, the warning officer's voice sounded vaguely.
"Ah, I know."
"From the first day I became sensible."
"I knew it," Cohen's voice was calm, but it made Miranda feel depressed for no reason: "I can't be a good lord."
"No way."
Miranda said nothing.
At this moment, the two of them raised their heads as if aware.
The next second, the two swordsmen jumped off the roof at the same time and hid behind the wall quickly and dexterously.
A minute later, two figures passed by the streets that had been evacuated.
One of the weird footsteps was lighter, almost touching the ground, while the other was more normal, with a steady pace.
As far as movement is concerned - Miranda, hiding in the dark, thought: They all seem to be pretty good players.
But both of them seemed to be injured and their bodies were unstable.
"I think we should go into the shield area to find someone...even if that thing is there," one of them said in a young and impatient voice, as if he was not satisfied with the companions around him: "I said, you can't say anything
Then...oh, okay, I remember...you can't give me any reaction - God, don't make those gestures that I can't understand!"
etc.
Miranda saw the figures of the two people clearly, and her pupils froze.
The next second, Cohen watched in surprise as Miranda stood up, left the hiding place, and stopped the two people passing by!
The two uninvited guests stopped cautiously and adjusted their postures to an angle that was easier for them to take action.
But their hostility was soon broken.
"Who are you……"
"At that time, by Lady Sutherre's side..."
Thales's attendant, Wyatt Castle, held his sword and looked at the female swordsman, his eyes wide open in surprise: "Miss Miranda of Broken Dragon Fortress!"
"Why are you here!" Wyatt asked in shock.
"It's a long story... What about you?" Miranda frowned: "What are you looking for? Is it related to that disaster?"
"This..." Huaiya was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head hesitantly.
The other party is a noble of the Arlend family, and even the heir to the Duke of the North who once tried to seize the throne.
The disappearance of the prince...
But the next moment, Huaiya frowned slightly, and he saw Miranda on the opposite side also had a wrong expression.
The two of them felt the tension in the air at the same time.
They turned their heads.
I saw the companion behind Huaiya: a man wearing half a silver mask and metal prosthetics - he was shaking.
Rolf's eyes were red with Sui Feng's ghost fixing a broken hand on his body, and he stared at the blond vigilance officer, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
He touched his throat with difficulty, and then suddenly let go of his hand as if he had been burned.
Soon, Rolf's eyes were filled with hatred and anger.
Cohen squinted his eyes in confusion, looking at this strange short-haired silver-faced man. His eyes glanced at his lower body, which was covered by clothes, but he could still hear the prosthetic limbs. He scratched his head.
Why are you looking at me like this?
Do we have any grudge?
"Excuse me," facing the extremely unkind gaze of the other party, the security officer asked cautiously and confusedly: "Have we met?"
Cohen soon no longer had any doubts.
The next second, Rolf waved his right hand coldly, and a hidden sword popped out from his arm!
Looking at the familiar hidden sword, Cohen's eyes tightened.
A memory from not long ago flashed through my mind.
It was that night.
Sword of Disaster, Gulaton.
The girl with two swords.
he himself.
as well as……
The security officer frowned, leaned down and put his hand on his sword.
Miranda and Wyatt were both stunned, looking at the two people at war with each other in confusion.
"So you're not dead yet, old friend from Red Square Street," Cohen took a half-step back vigilantly, his eyes like swords and his tone cold:
"The scum of the Blood Bottle Gang."
The expression on the half of Rolf's face outside the mask became increasingly ugly. He made a deep guttural sound and clenched his fists tighter and tighter.
————
The sound of rustling flesh and blood came from everywhere.
Like millions of snakes swimming wildly in all directions.
How many threats, how many enemies, how many dangers do these friction sounds portend?
Amidst the strange rustling sounds, Nicolai, who was under the dilapidated roof, gently opened his eyes.
The power of termination in his body began to operate strangely, and surged through his body in waves.
The next moment, the meteorite came to the world like thunder, breaking through the roof with an astonishing momentum!
"boom!"
As Nikolai emerged, what appeared in front of him were a dozen large and small blood-red tentacles.
The tentacles trembled together and attacked him from different angles.
There was no way to avoid Nicolai in the air.
But his figure began to flicker and blur unexpectedly.
All the tentacles reaching out to Nikolai curled, whipped, struck, and stabbed him back and forth.
And these life-threatening tentacles passed by his ears, armpits, soles of feet, and waist in the air... but almost without exception, they all missed his body by a hair!
The air was torn apart by the tentacles, and the howling wind slid across the meteorite's body.
At that second, Nikolai, who was unharmed, looked calm and swung the Soul-Destroying Blade out of thin air.
The trajectory and arc of the blade formed countless ovals in the air as Nicolai's figure descended.
"clatter!"
Nikolai landed firmly.
Behind him, many broken tentacles fell, turning into ashes one after another.
Nicolai stood up and stabbed the Soul-Destroying Blade into the big tentacle in front of him without moving his expression.
Soon, Kilika's limb disappeared from the world.
It's much easier than on the battlefield, fending off weapons from all directions - Nicolai thought to himself: After all, there is only "one" enemy to face.
He broke through all the way from the edge of the shield area to here, and the worry in his heart only increased.
The "enemies" on the road are getting denser and denser, and the figure of the hydra is getting bigger and bigger - obviously, he is almost approaching Grievor.
I hope nothing happens to him.
As one of the few extreme warriors who fought his way out of the dead on the battlefield, Drew Grewal has an indomitable will, rich experience, and no delay that match his superb combat skills.
Decision - This kind of warrior seems to be born for large-scale battlefields. Regardless of good or bad times, or when they have an advantage, they can create unimaginable miracles.
For example - thinking of that person, Nikolai couldn't help but frown - the Wrath of the Kingdom in the south.
This is why, no matter how bad Grievo's temper is and no matter how bad his relationship with Longxiao City officials is, he was still selected as the user of the Soul-killing Spear ten years ago - even though he took over the spear for the first time.
On that day, he was still cursing and slandering all the Dukes of Walton, including Nun VII, and his parents.
Of course, it was his bad temper that prevented the retired epee infantryman Grievo from having any title, official position, or wealth, and his name was not among the "Five Generals".
On the contrary, he created a famous boss in the Shield District and Hammer District.
Ahead is the place of the multi-headed snake.
Nicolai gritted his teeth.
Before new monsters or tentacles extended, Nikolai kept moving forward quickly.
After walking around the ruins of a collapsed mill, Nicolai was stunned.
He saw Grivet.
The opponent was not as suppressed as he thought, and was unable to fight back, or had simply collapsed - this was the worst-case scenario expected.
Griveaux stood in front of him calmly, with his back to Nicolai.
The soul-killing spear was still lying in his hand, the tip of the spear vibrating continuously.
What really stunned Nicolai was not Grivet.
But his surroundings.
Behind Grivet, there were countless corpses.
Adults, children, the elderly, men, women...
Most of the people were dressed in ragged clothes and had peaceful smiles.
But his face was completely black - like dried wood.
Nicolai looked at the dead people on the ground with an ugly expression. He had seen this kind of death before.
That was the effect of being hit by ‘killing’.
but……
Nicolai looked at Grivet in disbelief.
"Grivo!" Nicolai shouted.
Grivet was slightly shocked and turned around slowly.
Nicolai squeezed the soul-breaking blade in his hand - Grivet didn't even notice that he was behind him, which was unthinkable in the past.
His current spirit is not right.
The Fallen Starman thought to himself.
The lame former heavy swordsman turned around tremblingly and looked at the Faller.
Nicolai looked at Griveaux's face in astonishment - it was covered with tears.
"It's you," Grivet bit his lip and shed another tear. He said hoarsely and weakly: "Walton's hand-held lackey."
Hearing the familiar and polite address, Nicolai felt a little at ease.
But he still looked at the corpses on the ground and asked doubtfully: "What's going on? These people..."
"What's going on?" Grivet was shocked and his voice suddenly rose:
"what happened?"
Griwal gritted his teeth tightly and closed his eyes in pain:
"Didn't you see..."
Nicolai stepped forward and stood side by side with Grivet.
Facing the girl in front of him.
That girl with a face full of blood-red streaks and a sweet and gentle smile.
"Oh?" The Blood Magician chuckled: "Another one is here?"
There was doubt on Nicolai's thin and pale face.
"It doesn't matter," Gisa shook his head, his eyes revealing an unconcerned ease: "My reserves are sufficient."
The next moment, the magician gently touched Kilika behind him.
The multi-headed snake trembled again and released two giant tentacles.
The tentacles continued to tremble on the ground, and then slowly tore open, opening two holes several people high.
Nicolai’s pupils shrank!
I saw one, two, three... dozens of people slowly walking out of those two openings.
Walking towards him was an old woman with a vicissitudes of life. She was first confused, then confused, and then looked at her whole body with horror on her face.
Dozens of people, big and small, men, women and children, all became stunned after the initial confusion.
Then... they all walked towards Griwal in unison!
Nicolai turned his head suddenly and looked at Griwal: "Could it be that..."
Grivet shook his head with difficulty, his eyes filled with tears of grief, anger and desolation.
"Grivo?" The leading old woman opened her eyes with fear. She seemed to know Grievo: "Good boy, what is going on? I remember just now..."
"Ah!" The old woman lowered her head in surprise, looking at her shrunken and thin legs, moving forward and backward with her body: "How... can I stand up? My legs are healed
?”
"Grandma Dawo..." Grewal looked at the old woman's figure, closed his eyes sadly, and slammed the gun on the ground: "Asshole..."
"No," the old woman realized something immediately, and she said in a panic: "My body...my body...why can't I move? Why am I walking by myself?"
Grandma Davao was not the only one to have this reaction, almost everyone among the dozens of people had the same situation, panic, fear, and shock, appearing behind the crowd.
"what happened?"
"my hand……"
"Ahhh! I can't walk so fast. I'm too old and I will fall..."
"Oh my God, look, it's a monster! It's the monster I saw before I fainted!"
Yet the crowd kept moving forward.
At that moment, the stunned Nicolai understood something.
"They couldn't help it..." Tears flowed out of Grivet's closed eyes again, and his voice was intermittent: "They... these civilians in the shield area, after being eaten by that monster, that beast, they don't know what they did...
…”
"Now she controls their bodies..."
Nicolai looked at the crowd advancing towards them in disbelief.
Watching them still noisy, questioning, arguing, even crying, shouting, and roaring.
Just like the most ordinary residents of the Shield District.
"Oh no, I didn't eat them."
"They are intact, independent individuals," the Blood Magic Master sighed: "Each of them is a life..."
Nicolai looked at the corpses on the ground beside Grivet and understood completely.
He took a step forward, his palms twisting unconsciously with anger: "Soul-killing gun?"
Grivet swallowed hard and shook his head in pain.
"It's different from other tentacle monsters..." The lame, one-eared man suppressed his grief: "'Kujue' can't directly hurt her - it only kills these people themselves."
The blood magician smiled like a flower: "That's right!"
"Didn't you say that you will protect this area?" The girl who looked like a devil at this moment smiled, and the blood-colored markings on her face were particularly weird and terrifying: "Then let me see your determination...
…”
"I have thousands of people!"
The frightened crowd quickened their pace, tightly blocking between the two extreme realm and magic masters.
"Ahhhh--" Grewal roared in grief and anger!
Nicolai took a deep breath and calmed down.
"They're just ordinary civilians... Or, we can break through them non-stop, regardless of the cost," the Fallen Starman shook off the soul-breaking blade in his hand, and said coldly: "Go straight for that monster!"
Under the gaze of the Fallen Star, Grivet still shook his head with difficulty.
Nicolai frowned: he suddenly noticed that Grievor had many wounds all over his body.
The magician answered his doubts for him.
"Ordinary civilians?" Gisa smiled softly: "No..."
"These are thousands of people who think clearly, have a clear mind, and can even speak for themselves..."
"But not afraid of death, not afraid of pain, not flinching, not stopping, without reservation, without hesitation..." The blood magician tilted his head, crossed his lips with his fingers, and smiled charmingly:
"Flesh doll!"
As her words fell, the leader of the group, Grandma Dawo, suddenly screamed!
The next moment, the old woman suddenly leaned down and landed on all fours.
The crowd behind her suddenly burst into an uproar.
Under my exclamation, Grandma Davao used her hands and feet like a feline, with agility and speed that was incompatible with her age and body, leaping over a distance of more than ten meters in a few seconds, just like hunting prey.
To Grieve!
"No!" Griwal yelled in pain, turned the head of the gun upside down, and used the handle of the gun to swipe Grandma Davo back hard!
As Grandma Dawo screamed in pain, she flew back to a ruins and fell hard.
"boom!"
The old man's bones seemed to be very fragile, so Grandma Davao's left hand was bent and deformed!
Nicolai opened his eyes angrily, watching Grandma Davo, under her own cry of pain, use her broken left hand to support the ground again, and fight back against Griwal.
The old man's screams echoed in Nicolai's ears.
sorry.
sorry.
Grivet raised his head suddenly and shouted loudly:
"Ahhh!"
This time, Griveaux opened his eyes angrily, and with tears streaming down his face, he tremblingly held out the gun tip.
"laugh!"
A shot pierced Grandma Davao!
"Grewal...child..." Grandma Dawo had an incredible expression on her face.
Then, Grandma Dawo's face turned black, she lost all her vitality, and she slowly collapsed.
A collective howl of panic erupted from the crowd.
Grivet gritted his teeth and gasped.
"Alas, these people are not as useful as my little cuties," the Blood Magician covered his mouth and chuckled, the blood spots on his face swaying like reeds in the wind: "Of course, facing them, you are also much weaker.
…”
"Poor humans."
Nicolai looked at all this blankly.
"They..." Grewal's eyes were red. He bit his lower lip and pulled the gun head out of the old woman's body tremblingly: "They will not stop..."
The lame man squeezed the spear in his hand tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to make a fingerprint on it.
"No matter how injured or damaged they are, they will only get up again..."
This is his shield area.
"Coming in waves..."
These are the people he is supposed to protect.
"Intercept me, kill me..."
These... unarmed, innocent civilians.
"unless……"
Grievor roared with tears on his face, shook his hands, and raised his spear.
"killed……"
The crowd is getting closer.
Faces that were frightened, trembling with fear, and very familiar to him appeared in front of him.
"Kill them..."
Griwal, who was about to collapse, was like a cornered animal, roaring with grief, anger and despair:
"——Kill them!"
Nicolai looked at the crowds approaching in waves, and then at the countless corpses that had fallen beside Grivet.
I just feel cold in my heart.
The blood magician clicked his tongue: "Tsk, tsk, soul-killing gun...is that right?"
There was unprecedented anger in her eyes: "I know the power of this thing better than you..."
"The power it exerts in the hands of Nekaru is infinitely higher than that of a rookie like you..."
"But I'm still standing here intact," the Blood Magician raised his hands, with a smile on his face and a cold voice: "Guess, what does this prove?"
The magician opened his mouth and looked up to the sky with a big smile.
very good.
Giza thought quickly in an extremely excited mood: This will at least save a lot of time.
Enough to search for the boy.
find him.
kill him.
Save him!
Following her thoughts, Kilika extended more and more tentacles underground.
Two flushes appeared on Nicolai's pale face, and he spoke slowly and with difficulty:
"So, you had already planned how to face the soul-killing gun from the beginning, right..."
"Start by absorbing your 'food'..."
The magician smiled brightly.
Grivet kept shaking. He raised his head and looked at the crowd getting closer and closer. Looking at their expressions, his eyes were full of numbness and determination.
Nicolai stared at the inhuman opponent, his heart getting heavier and heavier.
what to do.
Kill all the shield residents who are not actually dead yet?
Thousands, even tens of thousands?
Fight her again?
"How could this happen?" The Fallen Star took a deep breath and slowly shook his head: "The "Book of Legends" records the soul-killing gun, as well as you and the hydra, but why is there no record of this scene..."
"I don't know about this," the Blood Magician breathed out a hot breath, his smile not diminishing: "But, I can guess some..."
Nicolai and Grivet both frowned.
"Do you know, the ability of the soul-killing gun was originally called 'destroying life'," the magician said with a smile, "but later, it was renamed 'killing'."
Grivet was shocked!
Giza chuckled. She raised her head and looked at the statue of a hero on the cliff in the sky, holding a spear and looking at the earth, combining perseverance, courage, compassion, tolerance, and greatness.
"Originally, Nekaru has a blood heir..." The magician said calmly: "His son, his brother, his nephew, his uncle..."
"The Akers family loves each other."
Nicolai and Grivet both looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise.
"Until we meet on the battlefield..."
The magician narrowed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly:
"Your so-called heroes of humanity."
"That man who is ruthless, cruel, terrifying, and has a heart of stone to the extreme..."
"Nekaru Ax."
In their eyes, the terrifying and cruel disaster of blood gently raised her slender fingers and slowly pointed at the advancing crowd.
"Personally holding the soul-killing gun..."
Giza's eyes revealed a strange and subtle red light, she opened her lips lightly and revealed a secret that made the two of them stand on end::