Rolf felt that he knew the answer to this question.
The throat joint was crushed hard by the female bartender from the fraternity (he didn't know Yara's name yet), and the tearing pain was as severe as five minutes ago.
And after that, he seemed to be suffering from that kind of pain every moment.
Blood pours from the throat into the lungs.
Severe pain travels from the throat to the brain.
Even the respiratory tract was blocked.
Unable to speak.
can not breath.
Unable to move.
He was like a severely injured and dying wild dog, randomly abandoned on the street of Hongfang.
Whether he died of pain, suffocation, or choking, his life was not long.
Only the desire to survive, driven by his childhood experience of wandering in the Camas Alliance, pushed him to survive.
He, the superpower who controls the wind, uses his superpower again and again, like squeezing a sponge, squeezing the air full of dust, blood foam and filth from his split throat one after another.
into your lungs.
Then he squeezed out his breath from another wound on his neck.
call.
suck.
call.
suck.
Every "breath" was accompanied by inhumanly severe pain, and it was like going back and forth between prison and the human world.
He is probably the first person to use supernatural powers to survive - Rolf thought sadly.
Rolf felt like a wild dog that scavenged for garbage in the gutter to make a living.
The female bartender left.
The green guy is gone.
Several teams of thugs passed by his badly wounded and dying body.
One of the spies turned him over and tested his mouth and nose.
A shocking explosion reached his ears.
Rolf didn't care.
He just instinctively, breath after breath, used his supernatural power to "breathe" in severe pain.
Until dawn.
Until Numenor, who retreated in panic, picked up his "body".
Númenor, that country hunter, was recognized as a coward among the Twelve Strong - Rolf had never looked down on him. He ridiculed, humiliated, and bullied him in the gang, and it was even more of a spare time entertainment for the Ghost of the Wind.
The most ironic thing is that it was the coward he despised who "collected the corpse" for him at the last moment.
Rolf was woken up by severe pain in his legs.
His hands were tightly tied and he opened his eyes in the morgue of the police hall.
Then I saw Nekra.
The leader of the eight cadres of the Blood Bottle Gang (unknown to him, he had already lost five in Red Square Street), "Red Viper" Nekra.
But Nekra just stared at him with a complicated expression, shaking his head in disgust and ferocity.
"You are one of the few survivors from the Blood Bottle Gang." Red Viper said quietly.
Rolf struggled to make a sound, enduring the severe pain in his throat, but could only make a meaningless "ho ho" sound.
Severe pain in the knee strikes!
Below the knees, there was no feeling.
"Look at you, Rolf, the strongest among the twelve strongest, the only super master."
"That outstanding, arrogant, arrogant, and promising person - the ghost in the wind, Rolf."
"Proudly and proudly recommended by Lady Catherine to the Air Magician, a young man with unlimited glory."
Red Viper patted his face gently, time and time again, with complex and disgust in his eyes as he said sarcastically:
"Now he is lying here like a corpse, unable to speak, breathe, move or eat."
"Why are you still alive?"
Red Viper's eyebrows twisted up, and his face became ugly and crazy.
"Why did you survive, and not Kes, Song, Spin or Dorno? Why did you and Kathleen's people survive, but not my people?"
Rolf opened his eyes wide and struggled angrily and painfully, but the double severe pain and disability prevented him from moving.
The red viper restrained his anger and started laughing, very cheerful, happy and sickly.
"The Blood Bottle Gang has suffered heavy losses, and my power has also suffered a lot," he said softly. "If all the people are in place, maybe Kathleen can step on me and get the upper hand, but I don't know."
But Nekra's expression became ferocious.
"But how can a Suifeng ghost who can't speak, has no legs, and is seriously injured and dying, be able to serve her?"
"So," Nekra said, reaching out his hand, pinching Rolf's knee with a distorted face, and the flames burned the wound to stop the bleeding!
"You might as well die in battle and disappear!"
"Wuwu——" Rolf closed his eyes tightly in the severe pain, struggling with his body that was unable to move due to serious injuries, not to break free, but to alleviate the severe pain in his knees.
The wind power he relied on to "breathe" was almost interrupted!
"I'm in a bad mood today. I'm sorting things out and running into obstacles everywhere," Nekra sighed and continued: "But I'm very happy to have solved you and eliminated a genius that Kathleen is optimistic about."
Seeing the anger, pain and rage in Rolf's eyes, Nekra showed apology and helplessness and smiled:
"There's no way. 'They' specified a super master, and they also emphasized that the wrist should be left to collect blood. Otherwise, what I want to chop off is your hand instead of your leg."
He finally patted Rolf's face and whispered in his ear: "I wish you a happy life with the vampires."
Nekra walked away, and two thugs from the Blood Bottle Gang came up. One of them picked up a three-inch-long copper needle with a tube, and the other grabbed Rolf's weak wrist.
At that moment, Rolf deeply felt despair.
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Thales looked at Rolf blankly.
He had the urge to ask him what happened to Yara and what was the outcome of their battle? Did Yara escape? Why did Rolf become like this? Isn't he a member of the Blood Bottle Gang?
But Thales hesitated.
Because he saw Rolf at this moment.
I saw this legless man whose eyes were distracted and could only express his emotions through meaningless shouts. His eyes were filled with despair, pain, regret and sadness.
He still remembered Rolf from last night.
Frivolous, confident, arrogant, and extraordinary.
Coming and going freely in the endless wind, leaving behind his signature laughter.
And now?
"Huhu-wu-" Rolf began to close his eyes again and groaned in pain.
The casual, venomous, and careless spirit of the past is no longer the same.
His lips were blue, black, and dry, and he was obviously severely dehydrated, but Thales couldn't find water, and he wasn't sure whether Rolf could still swallow given his condition.
Thales didn't even know how he breathed.
The time-traveler just sat there blankly, looking at Rolf who was suffering and struggling.
The second year after he traveled back in time, a female beggar had her legs broken by Quaid. The poor girl wailed for a whole night before she died.
Thales was still ignorant at that time and could only recover a few memories. He was horrified and afraid of the horror of reality, so he could only hide in the hole in the wall and tremble.
So, in his sleep, he vaguely listened to the girl wailing all night.
Like now, it seems.
Later, he wondered why he didn't have more courage to end the girl's pain.
Thales felt heavy in his heart when he saw Rolf's disfigured appearance.
No matter how great the crime, no one deserves to be tortured like this - he said to himself.
After all, the time traveler sighed, crawled to Rolf's side, and said softly:
"Rolfe."
"Midela Rolfe."
Although his consciousness had gradually faded, at that moment, Rolf's pupils still instinctively focused.
who is it?
Who will remember me?
Such a useless person waiting to die?
Thales gently pulled out JC's dagger and slowly put it against Rolf's neck.
"I know you are in pain right now, enduring torture and suffering that ordinary people cannot imagine."
"And I can end your life and help you get rid of all this."
Rolf's breathing through his throat and supernatural powers suddenly became chaotic.
torture.
torment.
relief?
"But I must ask you seriously and cautiously, Medila Rolfe, are you willing to let me relieve you of your pain?"
"Blink your eyelids if you wish."
"If you don't want to-"
"I'm only asking this once."
Thales had a serious look on his face, waiting for Rolf's reaction.
In the darkness, Rolf stared intently at the blurry outline of the boy in front of him.
relief.
Rolf felt the severe pain from his throat to his knees. Every "breath" was tearing open the wound in his throat, and every struggle would pull the fracture in his knee.
He was thirsty, hungry, cold, in pain, and most terrible of all, despair.
He remembered the feeling of the wind blowing around him, the first time he used supernatural powers to kill someone, the first time he joined a gang, the first time he got a reward from the boss, the first time he became a man in the body of that thin girl, the first time
It is like going on a pilgrimage to see the magician of Qi.
He thought of the fearful eyes of his enemies, of the obedient eyes of his companions, of "her" expression of admiration, and of the upturned corners of his mouth with pride and satisfaction when he heard the whispers about the "Twelve Strongest".
That was the scenery of the past.
And he has lost it all forever.
Isn't it?
The next moment, Rolf's eyes were firm, and he tried his best to activate his greatly reduced power, and took a sudden breath into his half-disabled body.
Then, Sui Feng Ghost trembled and used all his strength to fight against the pain of rubbing the locks on both sides. He tried his best to raise his head and looked at Thales seriously.
He prepared to blink.
A blink is enough.
one time!
Then Thales saw that Rolf's upper and lower eyelids twitched, trembled, and slowly closed toward the middle.
Thales lamented in his heart and slowly squeezed the dagger in his hand.
But Rolf's eyelids just trembled and stopped at the midline of his eyes.
It's missing the last thread and it's not closed.
a long time.
a long time.
The ghost who once followed the wind flashed in front of his eyes a familiar or unfamiliar scene, desolate fields, dirty dirt roads, wild dogs everywhere, and flies everywhere.
That was when he was a child, struggling to survive in the countryside of the Camas Alliance.
That time, he and a group of wild dogs were fighting for a piece of black bread that was almost eaten by flies.
Those wild dogs are really vicious - in the dungeon, Rolf thought quietly.
They roared deafeningly, biting at all costs, with crazy intensity, but - Rolf subconsciously licked his upper teeth.
That bread tastes really bad.
In Thales's eyes, Rolf's face trembled and twisted.
His eyelids slowly relaxed and opened, returning to their previous angle.
"Boom!"
Rolf's head, which he had managed to hold up between the two clamps, suddenly fell back in frustration, and the back of his head hit the ground.
After all, he didn't blink his eyelids.
Thales exhaled silently and slowly put down the dagger in his hand.
But Rolf was completely unaware of the pain in the back of his head and the scratches on his cheeks.
His distorted face was seen, and his head began to shake slightly.
"Woo-wu--"
This isn't a moan.
Thales couldn't help but be stunned.
He saw Rolf closing his eyes in pain, his face trembling, and letting the transparent liquid keep slipping from his eyes.
"Woo-"
The voice was very depressed and sad.
He is crying.
Suifengzhigui, this once powerful and glorious supernatural being, man, and warrior.
He was actually crying.
I don’t know if it’s because of my own cowardice or the current pain.
Like an ordinary person, a normal person, even a little weak citizen.
As if overwhelmed.
Crying.
Thales could only watch blankly.
Seeing this man who could not speak or breathe normally, he fell to the ground and cried bitterly after giving up the chance of relief.
Thales turned his head away sadly, but the dagger in his hand was held tighter and tighter.
Nsola, Ned, Kellett.
The beggars who died in the sixth room and did not even have surnames appeared in front of him one by one.
He thought about his situation, and about Gilbert and Yodel.
The time traveler frowned and looked down at his hand again. The newly cut wound on it looked as familiar as the scalding heat on his body just now.
At that moment, something seemed to fall in his heart.
Thales leaned close to Rolf's ear for the second time.
"I see."
he said softly.
Rolf was still crying unbearably.
"Then, are you willing to break free from these shackles?"
Rolf's crying paused and did not stop, but gradually became smaller.
The little girl with a broken leg wailing appeared in front of Thales's eyes, and almost every child who had died in the abandoned house in the past four years appeared in his mind.
Screams and wails were heard outside the cell again.
This fucking world.
The time traveler didn't know what was in the dungeon, but the way he looked at Rolf became simpler and clearer.
Then, the time traveler looked seriously at the ghost that could no longer fly with the wind, and continued categorically:
"Break off this shackles, and then, with this broken body, continue to struggle in this world and survive."
"Let's see how cruel it can be."
"Do you want to?"
Rolf stopped crying.
He couldn't move his head, so he could only turn his eyes and look blankly at the boy beside him.
Just listen to this boy speaking every word:
"This may not be freedom."
"The cost may be high, and you may even die immediately."
"And I am only doing it for myself."
Thales lowered his head and said slowly:
"But I can try to give you a chance to leave this shackles and struggle again."
"Do you want to?"
Rolf's eyes looked firmly into the boy's eyes.
Although there were still tears in his eyes, at this moment, he suddenly wanted to laugh in his heart.
He seemed to feel that the pain in his throat and knees were gradually numbing.
Those wild dogs.
Those wild dogs that competed with him for bread.
The fate of those wild dogs - Rolf encouraged him to "breathe", and some inexplicable happiness emerged from his heart - their fate:
How miserable.
Rolf, who was lying on the ground, raised his eyes tremblingly again and looked at Thales steadily.
The next moment, the ghost in the wind slowly but clearly moved.
Blinked.
Everyone blinks countless times in their lifetime.
Unremarkable.
But just now, Rolf blinked perhaps the most important time in his life.
Rolf slowly lowered his head.
Thales smiled, dispelling a lot of the haze in his heart, and the time traveler nodded briskly:
"Ok, I see."
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"I originally thought His Highness woke up early."
"But that doesn't seem to be the case now."
In a dark room on the third floor of Mancao Manor, Chris frowned.
On the front of him is a brown-black stone coffin with numerous blood vessels connected to it. It has complicated patterns and is huge, as high as a person, three meters wide and six meters long.
At this moment, vibrations were constantly coming from the giant coffin.
"I tried to connect to His Highness's consciousness, but the feedback was still chaotic, with only hunger, thirst and killing instincts - no matter how he was comforted and communicated, it was the same!" Chris put down a blood vessel in his hand, his face getting heavier and heavier.
"If this continues, Your Highness will only use up the remaining energy and blood in advance!"
Laurana's face was horrified, and the red-haired vampire said nervously: "There must be something irritating His Highness, but we obviously did nothing!"
Chris's eyes flashed, without any of the dead silence and dryness before. The old man said decisively: "It's not us!"
"Your Highness had this reaction only five minutes ago, when-"
I saw Chris's expression change. He suddenly turned around as he remembered something, and said loudly to Eastlund, who had a solemn face behind him:
"That cub!"
"We can smell the scent of his blood from two floors away, and His Highness's sense of smell is even worse - where is that cub?"
The uneasy Eastlund looked at the excited Chris and subconsciously replied:
"He seemed to have accidentally cut himself just now, and then pulled out the half-disabled super-level blood vessel. He also said some strange words. I didn't listen carefully, and then he-"
The expressionless Chris did not listen to Eastlund's explanation anymore - the suspicious giant coffin was still shaking and making muffled sounds - the old man interrupted Eastlund's words roughly and directly:
"Bring up the cub—no, Isa, you stay here and let Laurana go."
Looking at the giant coffin that was shaking more and more frequently, unusual sparks flashed in Chris's eyes: "What His Highness desires is his blood."
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"This plan is very risky," Thales calmly stated to Rolf on the ground. He seemed to have returned to the sixth room and tried his best to protect those innocent, innocent, innocent, but born
Just the beggars languishing in the prison river.
"But it is obviously even more unwise to sit here and wait for a miracle and let it happen without any help."
Rolf just looked at the boy with obviously unusual eyes in silence, and took a breath of air with great effort.
His serious look - Rolf smiled in his heart: It's no worse than the eldest sister.
Suifeng Zhigui didn't realize that after experiencing the choice between life and death, he felt a lot more relieved.
Thales continued to explain calmly, as if he was not the one speaking:
"I don't know how much strength you have left now, but I guess it won't be much, and the old man's strength -"
"So, reckless adventures and passive waiting are not suitable for the current situation. Our best and best time is to wait until my reinforcements arrive, and the moment they break in -"
"You can't wait for reinforcements, you short-lived brat."
A cold female voice interrupted Taylor's words.
Rolf's expression suddenly tightened.
Thales was stunned for a moment. In disbelief, he turned back and looked at the location of the cell door.
Outside the fence, Laurana Corleone, dressed in a playful riding outfit, used the slender and soft index finger of her right hand to scratch her lips seductively, while using her left hand that turned into terrifying claws, she fiercely opened the lock of the cell door.
!
"As Eastlen said, no matter what you do, we can hear it."
"The little gentleman who teased Eastlund," as if to mock him, Laurana chuckled, swaying her seductive slender waist, step by step, from the open cell door, stepping elegantly and sexy
Entering the cell: "What a pity. Maybe if you grow a few years older, even others will be confused by you."
"But now, you are about to become His Highness's fragrant and rich energy drink - maybe the lovely Laurana can take a sip?"
Looking at Laurana who suddenly appeared at any time, Thales understood that she could subdue him at any time.
The traveler sighed deeply, sincerely and regretfully.
"Rolfe," he said calmly, without a hint of panic in his voice: "I need ten seconds."
Ten seconds?
Laurana suddenly felt uneasy.
She thought of Eastlon who had been fooled.
What other trump card does he have? That half-crippled, super short-lived species trapped and dead in the Nightwing Stone Lock?
But Laurana, who was very thoughtful, was unwilling to take risks, and her expression suddenly became sharp and decisive.
A mysterious little devil.
Her alluring figure flashed before Thales' eyes in an instant!
When His Highness sucks you into a mummy, can you still——
But at this moment, a strange strong wind suddenly blew up in the small cell!
"call!"
The fire flickered rapidly and dimmed several times!
The strong wind pushed Laurana back three steps. She was so surprised that she quickly grabbed the fence beside her and stood firm.
This is - superpower?
Impossible, this child cannot be a person with supernatural powers.
That is - Laurana looked to the side of Thales with difficulty. The super master who was locked to the ground by the Nightwing Stone - it was him!
Even though he is like this, he still has some strength left.
It's useless, Laurana breathed a sigh of relief and thought happily. Being locked up like this and seriously injured, even if it is your superpower, how long can it last?
But that cub who is playing tricks... I will take a bite first despite Chris's scolding.
It must impress you! Laurana thought viciously.
"Then let's begin."
Thales looked at Laurana who was blocked by the strong wind in front of him, and turned the dagger over with a calm expression.
ten.
Under Rolf's puzzled eyes, he used his good right hand to hold the tip of the blade.
Nine.
"Wish us good luck to each other," he said.
eight.
My, first magic power test.
seven.
start.
six.
Thales stared at the black stone shackles on Rolf's body.
Rolf blushed and stared at Laurana, the wind continued.
Laurana grabbed the fence on her side with a cold face, and her left hand began to deform, turning into a terrifying red claw.
five.
I want to break his shackles - Thales thought silently.
Save this man who has nothing left.
Four.
If it is as I expected - the traveler will recall scenes of life and death in his mind:
Quaid's hands wrapped around his neck.
Aixida's hand was squeezed gently.
There is also the blood in the distant memory, and the gentle chuunibyou that cannot be named.
three.
Thales gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and suddenly grabbed the metal lock with his right hand!
Searing heat hits the metal.
But he gritted his teeth and endured.
Laurana felt something.
She turned her head in surprise and found that the fence she was holding was vibrating!
What's going on? The female vampire thought in a panic.
That half-disabled guy—could he have multiple powers?
two.
"Chi——"
The fence shattered into countless small pieces with Laurana's hand!
Unsteady on her feet, Laurana covered the broken part of her arm, screamed, and was instantly blown out of the dungeon by the strong wind formed by the supernatural power.
one.
In his ears, Laurana's sharp and crazy roar came.
A burning sensation came over me.
zero.
Light - the confused Thales thought.
A lot of light.
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In the room with the giant coffin on the third floor, Chris suddenly looked strange.
"What is Laurana doing?" He said coldly, looking at the giant coffin that kept making muffled noises.
"Maybe I want to try my mouth first," Eastlund replied cautiously. He felt the adult's nervousness and continued: "She has always been interested in the delicacies around her - no! They are -"
Eastlund's words were interrupted by the outside world as both of them looked shocked.
"boom!"
Just listen to the direction of the underground, and there is a loud noise like an explosion!
A cloud of dust suddenly blew in from the direction outside the door.
The expressions of the two vampires, one old and one young, all changed, and they exchanged glances with each other.
Something happened in the dungeon.
The next moment, their figures appeared outside the manor!
The moment Eastlen saw the scene in front of him clearly, he opened his mouth wide in horror and disbelief.
All I saw was, under the moonlight.
That super short-lived species with tattoos on his face and no legs.
The former ghost with the wind, Midela Rolfe.
Already freed from all shackles.
He was holding the short-lived cub tightly, taking advantage of the strong wind, with a resolute face——
Flying in mid-air.
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Not far away, Gilbert, who was riding fast with thirty Terminator Swordsmen on horseback, changed his expression!
"Bloodline lamp." He whispered to the palace lady beside him amid the sound of the rushing wind.
Jinnie, who was jolting on the horse, saw the lamp in Gilbert's arms with a solemn expression.
The lamp flame turns red.
To one side.
"That direction -" Gilbert recalled with a solemn expression:
"It's the Kevin Deere family's Manor!"
The palace lady roared angrily and struck the mount with a whip.
"Who cares who he belongs to!"
"Even if there's Exeter's Walton family ahead -"
"——We must fight in too!"
Gilbert nodded, determination and sharpness appearing on his face:
"Everyone follow me and turn!"
"Don't worry about horsepower!"
"Speed up!"
"Ready to fight!"
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