Parr shook his head and smiled:

"He's a good man, but I'm not, how can I keep the monk's precepts, so after finding out that I had done something wrong, the dean wanted to drive me away.

"I was no match for him at all, and I was knocked down by him with two casual punches.

"But maybe he had taught me too selflessly, and I slowly learned to harness my soul power, so I put my hand on his forehead.

"When I actively drive the talent of our race, it is far more powerful than passive use, and even the dean, who is extremely determined in the demigods, cannot stop my mental manipulation.

"The only downside is that you need to rest for a while after each use, so this was originally for Tyr, but now it looks like I'm going to leave it to you. ”

Herwin condensed a frost spear in his hand and raised his hand to throw it at Parr, but he staggered forward.

Parr smiled and said:

"It's too late, sorry, I just lied, you don't need to put your hand on your forehead to use this ability, just stand here.

"Soon, I will be your dearest blood alliance brother, and you will even be willing to sacrifice everything for me.

"Now, the winner is decided. ”

It's a pity that Hewen didn't stand still and wait for him to make a move.

Suddenly, Hervendelunge no longer seemed to be in the Great Hall, which was nothing but the ruins of the walls.

The waves crash against the reef, the gulls hover in the sky, and on the edge of the island, three people are standing looking out into the distance.

Parr walked up to Hevendelenge:

"How's it going, brother?"

Hevendelenge shook his head:

"There's no hope. ”

Parr patted him on the shoulder:

"We're going to make it. ”

Hevendelunge sighed:

"It's a crazy plan. ”

A tall blond young man with a heroic smile walked up to Hewen:

"That's your plan, Hevendelenger. ”

Hervendelunge says:

"Worden, you must know that our enemies are giants, and if we don't go crazy, we won't stand a chance. ”

Worden hugged Hevendelenger's shoulder, and the muscular blonde let out a hearty laugh:

"Hahahahaha, Hewen, don't you believe in my strength, I can beat ten giants with one punch. ”

Hevendelenge broke his body away from Worden's thick arm:

"Don't call me Hewen, my name is Hevendelenge, and besides, it's useless for you to beat a hundred giants. ”

Parr smiled helplessly:

"How easy are you doing this? You know, once it comes to light, we're all going to die. ”

Worden exclaimed:

"What's so terrible about dying? It's terrible to be alive like this. ”

Hevendelunge also said:

"Death is like a beautiful fairy tale compared to the problems we face, someone has to do what we are doing now, otherwise everything is over. ”

Woden also raised his head:

"This is the tragic fate of the whole world, and we are destined to overcome it. ”

Worden showed a large row of white teeth and smiled:

"After all, the world is still waiting for us to save it. ”

Hevendelenge clapped his hands:

"Besides, you have me and Worden, how can you fail. ”

Worden laughed and said:

"We existed in this world before failure was born, and I never failed, and neither did Hervendelenge. ”

Parr asked:

"But is it worth it? Are we going to risk our lives for the sake of this miserable world?"

Worden said unhappily:

"You've been saying frustrating things here, Hervendelenge, is this your friend?"

Hevendelenge's eyes narrowed:

"He's not your friend?"

Parr took two steps back.

Parr only blinked before he realized that he had been grabbed by Worden's throat and lifted.

"Hmm, hmm......" Parr couldn't say a word.

He suddenly saw Worden's eyes, which were two suns.

The real sun.

"Ahh

Parr reopened his eyes in the church.

It should have succeeded now, from now on, Hewen will be his dear brother, his trouble is Hewen's trouble, and Hewen's strength is his strength.

Parr stepped forward:

"Brother. ”

Hervin nodded and said:

"Brother. ”

Parr smiled and said:

"You go first, I'll take care of the rest. ”

Hewen quietly turned around and walked in the direction of the Pure White Tower.

Blood from the veins passes through the right atrium and right ventricle, flows back through the lungs, enters the heart with the frost element, rushes out of the heart, and returns to the aorta.

It's a heartbeat.

Bang.

A crisp and loud voice suddenly sounded in Parr's ears.

Before he could savor it, the sound had melted deep into his cerebral cortex.

His body trembled incessantly, something inexplicable was happening, something was happening that he couldn't understand, it wasn't something that the brain of an organic creature could correctly recognize, that wasn't the voice that a mediocre mortal should hear.

This shouldn't be! This shouldn't be!

Parr kept repeating the words in his head that were almost crazy, or was what he had just thought of was not a language that existed in any language system at all, but a series of screams of primitive instinctive fear?

He didn't know why he was so scared, but he knew that the crunch he had just heard was an ancient mark etched into their race's DNA.

It was the roar of the demons of hell, the screams of spirit-shattering spirits, the terrible nightmares of the old gods that they did not want to remember.

Parr's muscles were trembling, his brain was crying, his soul was screaming.

Then he fell to his knees, blood pouring backwards from his mouth and ears, his body dissolving, his memory fading, his soul withering.

He heard, he heard, he heard!

It was a heartbeat that would make all monsters grovel.

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