In the Palace of Heroes, two men covered in pain supported each other and limped forward.
The man on the left has a short head and a round face, dragging a ferocious black spear, while the man on the right has a pale face and holds a white-handled scimitar.
Both of them had gloomy expressions, as if they were hiding unbreakable sorrow deep in their hearts.
There were rapid footsteps in front of the corridor.
More than a dozen warriors from the Black Sand Territory appeared in front of them, full of murderous intent and swift movements.
The man on the right felt the injury on his left shoulder and groaned in pain.
"Speaking of which, the little prince asked me in private..."
"Do you hate Your Majesty?" Nicolairi ignored the enemy he suddenly encountered. He glanced at the black spear and asked Michael, who was also dying:
"After he...?"
Michael dragged his severely injured thigh, feeling that the soul-killing gun in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.
The powerful old king and the majestic young prince appeared in front of him at the same time.
"I have no right to hate him," the former officer said with a tight face, "I owe him too much."
Nicolai glanced at the enemies approaching them, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"You know, old friend."
"I always thought you were a homosexual - you were inseparable from Prince Suril," the Faller patted Michael on the shoulder and pushed him away, "until I found out you were in love with his wife."
Michael's whole body stiffened for a moment.
"Do you have to mention this?" Michael asked bitterly.
The soldiers of the Black Sand Territory spread out their formation, carefully raised their weapons, and slowly surrounded the two scarred men.
Nicolai chuckled lightly, his expression open-minded.
"Then you should struggle to survive."
Nicolai held down Michael's shoulders, blocked him behind him, and faced the enemy in front of him.
The Fallen Starman raised the Soul-Severing Blade, feeling the muscles that were almost uncontrollable under the severe injury, and said silently: "Even for your Lady Adele."
Michael looked at Nicolai's back with complicated eyes.
A few seconds later.
"Don't always think about leaving your comrades behind and becoming a hero alone," Michael said without hesitation, leaning on the ground with his soul-killing gun, dragging his injured leg to stand next to Nicolai, and facing the enemy with him.
: “Didn’t Kaslan receive enough whipping back then?”
This time, it was Nicolai's turn to fall silent.
The Fallen Star lowered his head and sneered.
Michael couldn't help but curl his lips as he recalled the past.
A few seconds later, the two of them laughed heartily at the same time.
The semi-encirclement of the Black Sand Territory has taken shape, and the enemies look fierce: "Be careful with that gun... attack their wounds."
The two people who were seriously injured did not speak. They just raised their weapons and prepared to face what may be the last battle in their lives.
At this moment.
"beep--"
A shrill trumpet sound came clearly from the center of the Palace of Heroes.
Nicolai and Michael were both stunned!
This is……
"beep--"
The soldiers in the Black Sand Territory looked at each other in surprise.
It was like hearing the most incredible command.
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Amidst the shrill sound of the trumpet, Tuleha pulled Cohen's collar and raised his head in shock.
"Impossible," the Burning Knight put down the vigilance officer in his hand and murmured, "This is..."
Cohen opened his eyes in a daze, feeling the pain and fatigue all over his body - his right arm began to hurt again.
He lost.
It was obvious that he had fought with all his strength, that he had seized every opportunity, that he had obviously...
This was the first time he had experienced head-on the feeling of powerlessness when facing extreme situations.
But that's nothing.
In the vigilance officer's hazy vision, the young figure lying on the ground was motionless and lifeless.
Raphael.
Tears blurred Cohen's eyes.
how come……
Cohen trembled and looked at Tuleha, who was confused, and then at his sword on the ground.
The weapon that pierced Raphael's heart.
"Load Bearer".
No.
No!
Cohen cried in pain in his heart.
There was blood in front of his eyes.
The heat of the rising sun saber invaded his skin, and Cohen seemed to have returned to the scorching desert.
The veteran's voice seemed to ring in my ears again:
"Young Master, do you want to kill that orc, that monster, and avenge them all?"
"Do you want to fight your way out of here and come back alive?"
"First, you have to change yourself and get rid of some baggage: become a real monster."
"Just like them."
Cohen's pupils gradually focused, and the blood in front of his eyes became thicker and thicker.
become……
Same as them...
monster……
The next second, the glory of the stars in Cohen's body burst out.
Tuleha lowered his head subconsciously.
I saw the vigilance officer who was still dying before with a fierce look in his eyes, roaring and stretching out his starry hands!
Tuleha was shocked!
Cohen grabbed Tuleha's arm tightly and jerked him hard!
The knight reacted very quickly and shook the rising sun saber in his hand.
But Cohen's momentary outburst exceeded his expectations.
The vigilance officer violently pulled himself up from the ground and hit the Fire Knight's chest with his headbutt!
Boom!
Kill him.
Tear him apart.
Tuleha groaned and took two steps back, surprised that his opponent still had the energy to attack.
The two of them were so close that the Rising Sun Saber could only graze the side of Cohen's shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat could be heard amidst the sizzling sound.
The security officer's shoulders suddenly burst into flames.
But Cohen ignored it with red eyes, roaring and taking a step forward.
Just like a wild beast, he slammed Tuleha against the wall!
Cut him off.
Chew him to pieces.
The Burning Knight drew back his saber, but Cohen held his wrist down.
The blade only had time to burn a horrific wound on the side of the security officer's neck.
"ah!"
In the extreme pain, with his left shoulder burning, Cohen roared and held Tuleha's arms tightly.
He felt the glory of the stars coming from his heart pouring out regardless of the cost.
Seemingly endless energy filled his muscles, expanding and contracting tendons, and numbing nerves, making him feel no physical fatigue or pain at all.
This is the feeling...
This kind of pleasure...
His eyes were red.
There is only one thing on my mind.
Like...a monster.
monster……
An inexplicable and familiar impulse spread from the bottom of my heart.
Break him.
Destroy him.
He felt the pulses coming from his heart, getting faster and more trembling.
It is also approaching the limit of cardiac load step by step.
"On the battlefield, some old soldiers are inconspicuous," Tuleha, who was caught off guard, had no expression on his face: "But once you see the blood..."
"He will transform into a demon on the battlefield, and even his personality will change."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tuleha responded with a headbutt!
He took advantage of the situation and hit him with his knee, knocking the frustrated Cohen three meters away and causing him to fall heavily.
"Ah..." Cohen roared and struggled to get up.
He raised his head with bared teeth, looked at his opponent wildly, and reached out to extinguish the flames on his shoulders.
He just felt that the blood all over his body was surging and the pleasure was endless.
Hunt him.
Grind him.
Amidst the sound of trumpets that lingered in his ears, Tuleha walked up to Cohen and looked at the beast-like security officer, his eyes blazing.
The Fire Knight shook the blade in his hand and said disdainfully: "This is a good thing, soldier."
Tuleha slowly opened his eyes, and madness and satisfaction began to burn inside: "Accept our nature as killing tools."
"After all," he raised the knife and grinned, "human beings are born to kill their own kind."
Cohen was grinding his teeth, his eyes were terrifying, and he was bent over like a wild beast, seemingly ready to pounce at any moment.
monster……
Abandon...the burden...
Like a...monster...
Cohen's red eyes glanced over his opponent's weapons and limbs, and over the "Bearer Bearer" sword on the ground.
Almost like instinct, he instantly figured out the path and method of attack.
Kill him!
Tear him apart!
At this moment.
A hand rested on Cohen's shoulder.
The highly nervous Cohen trembled suddenly and was about to turn around and take action!
"Relax."
"It seems to be the truce from the Black Sand Territory." A light and weak voice sounded from behind him.
Hearing this sound, Cohen and Tuleha froze at the same time!
Although the voice was not heavy, it was full of confusion:
"That kid...actually did it."
At that moment, Cohen's mood began to fade, and the redness in his eyes slowly disappeared.
The glory of the stars in the body also slowly declined.
The security officer turned around tremblingly.
Tuleha was completely stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He watched the man behind Cohen cover his chest, lean on Wyatt's shoulder, and get up with difficulty.
"How...how can..." the Fire Knight stuttered: "How is it possible?"
Cohen stretched out his hand tremblingly, took the other person's arm, and supported him, with shock written all over his face:
"Raphael?"
"You...how did you..."
I saw the man whose heart was pierced by a sword, the young man from the kingdom's secret department, Raphael Lindbergh, with a pair of red eyes open, and black veins surging on his face.
Like a black snake crawling up your face.
The Burning Knight stared intently at the young man's heart - it was intact as ever.
He swept the ground again - the pool of blood had not disappeared yet.
It was impossible to stab the target just now...
The clothes are still damaged...
but……
"Impossible." Looking at the smooth skin on the other person's chest and the strange black lines on his face, Tuleha frowned, solemn as never before: "What on earth... are you?"
Raphael shrugged weakly, and the black veins on his face trembled.
"what?"
"Knight of Fire, you said that you... were calcined into shape in the hell of blood and fire?"
In the retreat of the Black Sand Territory, Raphael showed a smile.
He pressed his body onto the shoulders of Huaiya, who was also shocked, and the black veins on his face gradually faded:
"I highly doubt it."
"You must have never seen...real hell."
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When Thales walked out of the Hall of Heroes in a daze, he was almost exhausted.
The White Blade Guards and Palace Guards headed by Lord Justin, and even the Grand Duke's personal guards, all stared at the young prince with strange and surprised eyes.
Led by Viscount Cambida, the more numerous Black Sand Warriors had sharp eyes, filled with hatred and murderous intent.
Many people's weapons were stained with blood.
But facing the two groups of soldiers who were at war with each other in front of him, Thales, who had a relaxed expression, seemed to be calm and showed no reaction.
Compared to what happened in the hall...
The prince smiled.
Once upon a time, the sea...
"Relax." Thales breathed out tiredly and waved his hands indifferently at the people on both sides, as if they were just rows of clay statues.
"The truce has been blown..." The little figure limped through the battle formation composed of swords and swords: "It's not like you didn't receive the order..."
Thales is like a sailboat that separates the waves. Wherever it goes, people from the Black Sand Territory or the Palace of Heroes consciously or unconsciously move to both sides to clear the way.
The young figure of the prince seemed particularly lonely.
Thales trudged forward step by step, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
He walked past the doubtful White Blade Guards, past the ferocious Black Sand Leader infantry, past heavy swords, past crossbows, past iron shields, past terrifying chain hammers and page hammers.
But none of these could attract his attention.
Until the end of the crowd, a familiar figure appeared in front of Thales.
Thales stopped.
He curled up the corners of his mouth.
The repressed heartbeat, which had almost stagnated for a while, suddenly became joyful.
Thales raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin man in front of him - his hair was messy, his clothes were torn, and the signs of being tied up were still obvious.
"Good day, Putilai," he sighed slowly and curled up the corners of his mouth, "It's so embarrassing."
"Good day, Your Highness," Putilai looked at him with deep eyes and nodded, calmly and calmly:
"Each other."
Two people, one large and one small, stood in the tight encirclement of the black sand collar, looking at each other quietly under the gazes of those around them that were either wary, hateful, or dissatisfied.
After a second, Thales showed a forced and weak smile, lowered his head: "Thank you."
"No, it's us who should thank you," Putilai sighed softly, blinked, looked at the soldiers with bad expressions around him, and said with emotion: "You just did it, even if you are an extreme master, even if you have thousands of troops, even if you have thousands of troops,
Things that neither gods nor disasters can do..."
"we won."
we won.
Won?
Deputy Ambassador Xingchen noticed sensitively that the prince's mood was not high.
"Ah," Thales shrugged, looking gloomy: "Where are the others?"
Putilai narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The armistice trumpet has just been blown," the thin deputy exhaled lightly: "Give them some time."
Thales lowered his head.
those people.
Those who sacrificed their lives to lure the enemy so that he could sneak into the hall smoothly...
How many more people can come back?
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that outside the two groups of people, there were five or six people standing in the corridor from a distance, looking here vigilantly and calmly.
The leader is an old man. His cheeks are sunken, his nose is not high, and his eye sockets are not as sunken as those of ordinary Northerners. He is quietly and calmly closing his eyes to rest.
Thales recognized this old man whom he had only met twice before. Before the duel between King Nunn and Perfitt, it was he who scolded several unruly grand dukes. Before Thales' carriage broke into the city gate,
It was he who walked beside the Scarlet Witch.
"That's..." Thales said doubtfully.
Putilai followed his gaze and nodded: "Yes, the fiefdom Earl of Longxiao City, the most trusted vassal of King Nun for many years, and the Prime Minister of Lisban of the Imperial Council."
"When he and the chief priest of the Bright Moon Temple appeared at the same time, I was also shocked."
Thales looked at the few guards around Lisban and was surprised:
"He left his troops behind and followed the chief priest into the palace alone. He is really brave."
Putilai smiled slightly.
"If you have learned anything during our journey, Your Highness," Xingchen's deputy said calmly, "then I hope it is..."
"Never underestimate the courage of the Northlanders."
Thinking of Nunn and Rumba, Thales sighed and nodded in response.
At this moment, both of their peripheral visions moved.
One of the four corridors leading to the Hall of Heroes, two people appeared at the end.
That was a young man, and a man in his prime.
That was the star veteran who had followed Thales in the birch forest, Jenard, who had followed the Star God of War's bodyguard. He leaned on the shoulders of the new recruit Willow and walked towards this side tremblingly.
The soldier holding the gun looked pale and seemed very nervous.
Thales felt relieved.
Behind them were two men from the White Blade Guard who looked tired: Nikolai and Michael seemed to be seriously injured. They supported each other and limped over.
Individual figures appeared in front of us: the White Blade Guards, the soldiers of the stars, not only their people, but also the soldiers of the Black Sand Territory.
In another corridor, a displeased Fire Knight, wearing a light armor with obvious damage, walked slowly with a strong body, seemingly uninjured at all.
Behind him, Cohen and Waiya, who looked sluggish, and Raphael, who looked pale, shuffled their steps and smiled at them.
Thales clenched his fists.
A group of soldiers with black sand collars came back carrying a stretcher and a short-haired woman that Thales didn't recognize. Viscount Cambida's expression changed and he stepped forward.
At the end of the team, Ghost of the Wind appeared in view, holding the splint on his right hand with difficulty and carrying the dying Miranda Arrender on his back.
The female swordsman was immediately taken over by Cohen and Raphael, who looked unhappy.
At that moment, Thales took in a breath and then exhaled deeply.
Not everyone is back, but...
At least……
At least……
Looking at the people walking in the distance, Thales finally couldn't bear the exhaustion of his body and he sat down on the ground.
At this moment, Deputy Ambassador Xingchen saw the prince closing his eyes tightly and raising the corners of his mouth.
"Ah, Putilai," Thales said happily with a slightly trembling voice: