Faster than his brain, he smashed the control disk with a single punch and rushed madly towards Helo's location at the sound of the alarm of the system's terminal destruction.

The armed mercenaries who rushed towards the intruder did not even see the intruder before they could even see it, and the skulls were accurately detonated one by one, and the doors to the bridge were destroyed one by one.

Closer, closer. We want to recover all the six years in his life that he missed. Sayaro slammed open the last door, his face covered in blood and hideous like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Get out of his way!"

He raised his gun and aimed at the figure pressed against Herro in the dim light, pulling the trigger.

Isaiah's body was swept backwards by the shock wave, shaking for a moment, but standing firm again. He stood there, smiling and smiling, raising the corners of his lips and clapping his hands a few times.

"I knew you'd come, but I didn't expect it to be so soon, and I haven't had time to spend my wedding night with him yet."

Sayaro raised his hand and fired several shots at his skull, and Isaiah's face was instantly charred, and pieces of skin and muscle peeled off, peeling off the bones inside, and quickly grew back to its original shape. As Shayero shot, he stepped back to Helo's side, pulled him hard, and pulled him into his arms.

Helo's body temperature was low and he seemed to have lost weight.

Without time to take a good look at him, Sayaro pressed his head to his chest, retreated to the control window of the bridge, and pointed a gun at Isaiah, his expression did not fluctuate at all, and his forehead was tense.

Chapter74

"You're not the only one who has received the union of 'Satan' and 'Flower of Evil', Sayero." Isaiah stared at him with a gloomy look in his eyes, bloodshot quickly crawling all over his skin, and two shapeless black shadows wriggled from behind his back, slowly opening up to reveal two huge black wings.

"You think you're a survivor? No, you are just an unexpected success, and I am the biggest sponsor, the only beneficiary, and the recipient of the final result. ”

A strong light shines through the glass of the bridge on the two people who are surrounded, and Sayero opens the warp shield, but without answering, a shot shatters the glass behind him.

"Let go of me."

A voice came from his arms.

Sayero's body shook, and he suddenly took a few steps back, looking down at the other party in disbelief.

The young man in front of him stared at him with an unfamiliar look of vigilance, and the electronic handcuffs on his wrist that turned into daggers gradually changed back to their original state, shoving him fiercely and retreating step by step.

"Helo!" He gritted his teeth and roared, but saw the young man with his hair dyed blonde without hesitation, turned around and walked towards another person, and just replied coldly: "My name is not Helo, my name is Ailing." ”

He walked up to Isaiah, half-knelt down, and kissed his fingertips: "Master." ”

Sayaro felt the rock-like thing in his chest crack.

The little Eve, who had always been the only one in his eyes and loved him with all his heart, looked up to another person with that look.

"Come back, Helo!" Shayero raised his gun and aimed it at Isaiah, but he didn't dare move his fingers.

Heloh didn't look back, ignoring his hoarse cries.

He threw himself into Isaiah's arms, snuggled up to each other as softly as a bone, and kissed his neck in a way that even Sayaro himself had never felt, like an angel tempting the devil.

Isaiah embraced the angel who was supposed to be his, staring at him with one eye, twinkling, silently showing off his victory.

The heart is pierced like a quenched arrow, and the tormenting love is like venom corroding the entire heart.

Shayero stared intently at Helo's back, and suddenly understood what kind of torment it was—when the other person's back was close, but he could never catch up, praying for him to look back at his feelings. Just a glance is the greatest gift in life, and nothing else.

Always habitually regard himself as the god that the other party depends on for survival, believing that this child will follow behind him without abandonment, waiting for him to occasionally stop and spare time to accompany him, it is too confident.

And he never realized how unequal the love he gave him, almost charity.

He never looked at him equally, respected him, and only knew possession and control.

So, at last, he lost his little Eve.

Armed mercenaries gradually outflanked them. Isaiah thought that Sayaro would make a quick move, but was surprised to find that the battle-hardened agent's feet seemed to be fixed on the ground, not moving.

He stood there with a pale face, as if he had lost even the ability to think. It is similar to the calm and resolute appearance when destroying the "prophet" back then.

Why hate this man? Probably the same qualities as Elin can be seen in him.

This pair of brothers is similar in a certain way, and it is precisely because of this that they can cooperate so tacitly. Kill him in tacit agreement and destroy the empire that his father single-handedly built.

A pair of great heroes.

Even in the last moments of physical destruction, Elin firmly believed in the strength of this man and believed that he would fight with him until the last moment. And so they succeeded.

The more this happens, the more he wants to destroy him, to conquer him, to surrender him at his feet, like this brand new spirit in his bosom.

"Why don't you leave, Sayara?" Isaiah tilted his head and smiled playfully, "You know that if you want to get out of the way, no one can stop you, not me." ”

"What did you do to him?" Sayaro remained unmoved.

Isaiah smiled, "Nothing. It's just brainwashed him and made him completely forget about you. I have to say that this is a very tricky job, after all, getting rid of what is rooted in the deepest part of consciousness is as painful as peeling skin and removing bones. Thanks to you, he's been a bad sin......"

An understatement was like the most cruel torture in the world, as if it had crushed his ribs to pieces.

Sayero's body shook, the gun in his hand was unsteady, and his fingers inside the leather gloves were cold.

He stood expressionless, trying not to expose his flaws, but the capillaries burst open because of the extreme intensity of the emotion, and the heat in his nosal cavity without warning could not stop coughing violently, and in addition to the sand that had been sucked in all the way, there was a strong smell of blood in his mouth.

After coughing a few times, his nose and mouth were all choked with sand-stained blood foam, and his face turned pale and blue.

Admiring the unconcealed pain on the other party's face, Isaiah lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the man in his arms, his fingers brushing his spine like playing a piano, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he grinned silently.

"I forgot to tell you a secret, Sayara. I'm so sorry to have made you live with guilt for more than ten years. What do you see in that video...... It's nothing more than Elling's corpse.

"He committed suicide when I first caught him. I wanted to use his corpse to stop you, but I didn't expect you to be so desperate that you could watch him torture and be indifferent. ”

"He was still conscious." Sayero hoarsely squeezed a few words out between his teeth.

Isaiah was stunned for a moment: "What did you say?" ”

"Eling's gift allows him to keep some of his cranial nerves active even after death, and without his help, I can't destroy the 'Prophet'. How you tortured him, he could feel it all. ”

"What did you say?"

The look of disbelief made Isaiah's entire face distort slightly.

Just as he was distracted, Sayaro suddenly moved. His movements were as swift as thunder and lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside Isaiah, reaching out to grab the man in his arms, and at the same time pulling out the military thorn on his waist, only a melee weapon that could block cell division and regeneration could seriously injure Isaiah at this time.

But his hand was empty—the thorn at his waist didn't disappear at any point.

Isaiah flapped his wings, and several vine-like tentacles poured out of his arms, striking at him, but at that moment, a sharp object pierced his brain.

He instinctively reached for it, but inside his skull was a biomimetic weapon that split apart as soon as it was stained with blood, preventing his nerves from repairing synchronously.

Isaiah fell to the ground, and Heloh broke free from his arms and rolled on the spot, this qiē happened so quickly that even Sayaro did not react and reached out to hug him, but Heloh dodged on one side, chiseled through the glass with a military stab, and leaped out of the way like lightning.

When did this kid touch his equipment? He didn't even notice it!

After a brief moment of consternation, Sayero quickly chased after him, and when he saw the desperate figure in front of him, he grabbed him into his arms, and then opened the invisibility shield. Helo turned around and punched him hard, which happened to hit the wound in his chest that was cushioned by body armor, and Sayero stumbled in pain and did not stand firmly, and the two of them tore and rolled down a sand slope.

"Calm down, it's me! Helo! ”

Sayero tried to restrain the guy who was throwing punches at him, but his long, slender legs clamped tightly around his waist like pincers, and he only had to struggle a little before he was punched in the face, and he was beaten to the eye. Since he was born, even in the devil's camp, he has never been beaten so wolf by anyone.

"Shhh

Left hook, right hook, uppercut, downcut, swift and accurate, it's completely a posture to beat the enemy.

――I didn't expect the first time, but it was a little rabbit raised by myself.