Blood mixed with the dirt fell from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Sitting on her knees, Rachel looked at everything in front of her like an empty shell with her soul drained.

"If you wish to go on, I can take you to my Master. The Crowfeather Woman looked at the blood mist in the sky and said softly.

Rachel moved, she got up, and walked towards the center of the explosion.

The Crowfeather woman frowned and said behind her, "If I were you, I wouldn't think about going there......"

Rachel didn't hear it, and continued walking towards the blood pit.

The Crowfeather Woman sighed and followed in her footsteps.

In the center of the explosion was a small pond filled with blood, broken bones, and scraps of flesh. In there, there was no longer any human form.

Without the slightest concern for the filth and evil things in the pool, Rachel took a step, stepped into the "blood pool", stretched out his hands and began to grope for it.

The Crowfeather Woman shook her head and persuaded, "No one can survive such an explosion......

"I'm connected to his soul, and if he dies, I'll know ......," Richer whispered, searching blankly.

Hearing the word 'soul link', the Crowfeather woman blinked, and a strange expression appeared on her face.

After groping for a while, Richel's eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person threw himself into the pool of blood, and did not rise for ten seconds.

Boom!

Two bloodied figures struggled to climb onto the shore.

Ignoring the dirt covered in dirt, Richer pulled a mutilated body to the ground.

The Crowfeather woman leaned over, glanced at the body, moved her throat slightly, closed her eyes and turned her head.

It's really hard to call this "thing" a human being, or to define it as a corpse.

The impact of the explosion tore the right arm and left leg of this body from the torso, and a huge wound was opened in the chest, and through the pleural septum, even the bright red heart could be faintly seen.

Rachel took the clothes and desperately wiped the blood from her shell.

The scales that shimmered with steel luster were gradually revealed, and the owner of this body was also about to come out - Todd.

"Is he still alive?"

The Crowfeather Woman looked at the trialist in front of her and asked uncertainly.

Rachel lay on Todd's chest, listened carefully, and then opened his mouth, mouth-to-mouth, sucking the filth into the ground.

Half a minute later, Todd took a long breath and slowly came to his senses.

With his distorted face and biting jaws, anyone could tell that the man was in great pain.

Todd opened his mouth slightly and said something, but his voice was too low for anyone to hear him.

Rachel put her ear close to his mouth and waited for a few moments before finally hearing Todd's request.

"Killed...... I ......"

Raising his head suddenly, Richell, whose face was full of shock, looked at Todd's body. The mutation had taken over his entire body, and only one eye still had its original human form.

Todd's next sentence was a little louder: "While I'm ...... When I was still human......"

Rachel picked up Todd's body, choked several times, then shook his head and wept aloud, tears washing the blood from his face and flowing into the ground beneath his feet.

In Todd's eyes, the scene began to blur, he stared blankly at the sky, and whispered again, "Anyone is good...... Hurry up...... Kill me......"

Rachel wiped the tears from his face with his sleeve, put Todd's mutilated body on his back, struggled to get up, opened his blood-red eyes, and asked loudly, "He has passed the test of 'will' and 'strength'!

Looking at the two people in front of her, the Crow Feather Woman shook her head slightly: "There is still one last trial......

"Look at him!" Richer screamed, "Do you think he can fight again?!"

The Crowfeather Woman turned around and walked in the direction of the temple and whispered, "The last trial, known as the 'Trial of Fate', has nothing to do with the battle. Come on, we have a long way to go. ”

With Todd on his back, Rachel followed the path through the forest in the direction of the temple.

She could clearly feel that the man on her back was making the final struggle on the spiritual battlefield of humanity and monsters.

That battle was far more brutal and desperate than this 'power' test.

"Todd, do you remember? The first time we met, you deliberately curled up so that you didn't put your feet facing a lady. At that time, I was thinking, how can there be such a guy in the world......" In order to divert the attention of the person on his back, Rachel cheered up and said with a forced smile.

In the relationship that followed, I gradually discovered that in this dark and hopeless world, there is a person who can realize his ambitions and desires with strength and foolishness. In the end, I am willing to contribute everything I have to everyone. As if remembering something, Richer smiled and said, "The existence of this kind of person is like a savior from another world, who came to redeem us." ”

Todd twisted his body, blood slowly flowing from the corners of his mouth onto Richel's shoulder, muttering something unconsciously.

Feeling the warm liquid on his back, Richel's tears flowed again: "It turns out...... I was right, there really was a savior who came to us from another world. He hates all evil, hostilizes all injustice, and sows hope and beauty to the mortal world. ”

"You know, what did I see in the illusion during the 'Trial of the Will'?" Richer carried Todd behind her back, tears dripping down her cheeks and on her chest, "I saw a world without you...... A world where you never appeared. Dissidents were burned at the stake in the church, the people turned into demons for their stomachs, and the king turned into demons for power. Wars, famines, pestilences, deaths, ravaged the whole world, hell everywhere, and humanity sank...... So, Todd Fischer, promise me! Don't die! If you die, the world will be the scene of my nightmare!"

"Here we are. ”

The Ravenfeather Woman pointed to the door of the temple and said to Richel.

The latter looked up to see a stunningly beautiful queen with purple hair and waist standing on the moss-covered platform of the ancient Taylorian temple. She wore a crown of thorns, her expression was solemn and arrogant, and the red eyes that looked at the trialist were not mixed with any emotion, only indifference and detachment.

The Crowfeather woman slowly crouched on the ground, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and spoke, "This is my master, she is the queen of the Shadow Country, the arbiter of the underworld, the patron saint of the Dark Gate, and her name is 'Skaha'. ”