It turned out to be Sayero.

He couldn't breathe, and the image in front of him was distorted like smoke.

He realized that this was not reality, and when he looked closely, Sayero looked younger than he had remembered, with blonde hair tied in a ponytail, but still so handsome that it was suffocating.

Even though he knew that it might just be an illusion, he still subconsciously leaned closer.

Sayaro was unaware of his approach, his gaze passing through him in the other direction. He was staring at Elin and Isaiah, his eyes calm and alert, and this look was not unfamiliar to Herlo.

Sayaro on a mission.

It's just that it was never him who fought alongside him.

"On this great occasion today, I must be here to pay tribute to a few brave soldiers who have contributed to it, and ask the soldiers whose names are displayed on the screen to stand on the stage."

As a deep voice spread from the broadcast above, Isaiah took Ellin by the hand and walked up to the circular platform in the center of the banquet hall, passing by Sayara.

They silently exchanged their eyes with each other, and the tacit understanding made Heloh jealous.

He walked over and blocked Sayaro face to face, but Sayaro couldn't see him and passed through his body. Helo stood there empty, his fists clenched.

Even if you are so desperate that you have the determination to commit suicide...... I still can't let go of my obsession with him.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, lost in the glare of light.

But where is Sayara? Will he be in a hurry to look for him all over the world, or will he take care of his lost baby Elling? I wish I had... I wish I had forgotten Sayara, maybe it would have been better that way.

"I grant your wishes." A gloomy voice said softly.

He turned around, but there was nothing behind him, and a deafening explosion suddenly rang out, and the crowd in the banquet hall scattered and fled, and the dome fell apart and collapsed.

The elevated platform of the ballroom swayed and sloped to the ground, and the two men on it rolled down. The crystal lamp crumbled above them, and Isaiah grabbed Elin and rolled on the ground, protecting him underneath, and a piece of debris fell and hit one of Isaiah's legs unbiasedly. The leg bones were severed, revealing the white bones, and the blood stained the snow-white marble floor.

And he didn't move there, his eyes looked intently at the people below him, and his face was full of cold sweat: "Are you okay?" ”

Feeling the painful tremor of the person on his body, Ai Ling glanced at his legs, the look in the shadows was almost pity, but it was only for a moment. When he raised his eyes and looked at him again, there was a complex contradiction in his eyes, as if he was struggling and hesitating about what he was.

He had rarely seen Eileen look like that.

He is so rational and calm, like a glacial lake that is unmoved by anything.

Then he immediately understood. Because Elin had a gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was to his heart. He moved his lips and said, "Yes, he is in my hands, not dead." ”

Isaiah's arm, which was almost condensed, shook suddenly.

Ailing stared at him, as if he were not looking at him, but at a dead object of value, and did not say anything for a moment. But he knew that Elling was listening—from an organization behind him, perhaps MI6, or an espionage agency like the CIA.

As a high-ranking officer trained in counterintelligence, he was like an idiot, unaware that a spy was lurking around him. And he was the one he loved dearly.

Suddenly thinking that he was ridiculous, Isaiah grinned silently, and he freed his hand to choke Elin's neck, and the other man hit his chin with a gun.

"You've been lying in ambush with me for some important information, right? And now you've got it? Why don't you kill me, are you waiting for me to kill you? ”

Isaiah's hysterical weight grabbed the throats of those under him, completely ignoring the muzzle of the gun on his chin, and his red eyes tore at Elin's uniform, and a bloody severed leg tore out wisps of flesh and muscle under the wreckage, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Elin gritted his teeth, smashed him to the side with the butt of his rifle, and got up from under him, but Isaiah's hand gripped the hem of his garment like a wraithful spirit in hell.

"I'm not going to let you go, Elein..."

At the moment when he turned his back, Helo clearly saw the unbearable flicker on his face.

But it was only a fleeting moment.

Most of the time, Helo finds him to resemble Sayero. Their feelings seem to be mechanical, with a switch on their nerves that allows them to know exactly when to put their feelings away, as if they were unburdened with uselessness, the way Sayaro treated him.

At the same time, he also noticed the figure of Sayaro not far away.

Standing in the smoke of the explosion, gun in hand, he gestured to Aileen.

Ai Ling nodded understandingly, turned around, and calmly and decisively smashed the butt of a gun into the man in the pool of blood. Then, with one hand, he opened one of his eyelids.

It was like checking the pupils for signs of life.

And what Helo didn't expect was an unusually bloody move next.

He gouged out one of Isaiah's eyes.

Packed into a palm-sized container, it looked like a small scanner.

"It's done. Deciphering the code. ”

Hearing the faint sound of electricity, Arling nodded, got up from the ground, and aimed his gun at Isaiah's bloodied face. Contrary to the calm expression on his face, his hands trembled. Helo saw Elling's finger on the trigger, his face almost twisted, his thumb and forefinger simulating the action of pulling down countless times, but the muzzle of the gun remained silent.

A figure strode from the smoke and fired three shots at the man on the ground.

The handle of the gun almost slipped out of his hand, and Erin grabbed it a few times before holding it firmly.

"Let's go. It's dangerous here. Sayaro turned his face, a few drops of blood on his knife-like side face, "The neo-Nazi army has been inoculated with a small dose of the Flower of Evil, which will turn into a biological weapon once it dies. ”

The few drops of blood were like some silent hint that made Elin recover immediately.

"Let's go." He nodded and followed.

But he didn't see the only remaining eye of the corpse behind him, and quietly shrunk his pupils.

As if bewitched by something, the ghost of Heloh made a divinely deity towards Isaiah's body. He saw him propping up his mangled body like a walking corpse, wandering aimlessly through the ruins, as if searching for his lost eye, or his lover.

Unlike the other infected, Isaiah's eyes did not mutate. Except for the missing glance and foot, he looked like a living person. If the present Isaiah is dead, is the present Isaiah also a Kronti? So why is he still one-eyed?

"Oh, that's an eternal memorial, my love. In order to remember the pain you gave me, I gouged out this eye myself every time I was resurrected, just like you did back then. ”

An ethereal voice answered the question in his mind.

Helo looked around in astonishment, finally understanding something.

He was afraid that Isaiah had invaded his brain, or that in Isaiah's brain, whether it was the former or the latter, he was trapped in the memory of the other party and became the prey of the other party.

"Let me out, you perverted lunatic! I said I wasn't Eyring! ”

"But you can be Elene."

"No...... I will never be him...... I am myself! Helo suddenly felt extremely cold, his body was cold, and his teeth were fighting. Gradually, he felt as if he was being soaked in some liquid, and he struggled to his feet, only to see the walking corpse figure stumbling towards him.

Helo suddenly felt creepy: "No... No, don't touch me! I don't care about you! ”

His body couldn't move, and he could only watch Isaiah walk in front of him.

A pair of cold, python-like hands wrapped around his arm, pulling him abruptly into the darkness.

**

"Brother...... Where are you? ”

"Helo? Helo! ”

In the chaotic darkness, Sayaro followed the call and hurried forward.

A floating glass cabin appeared at the end of his vision, like a thousand-year-old coffin, which had been there for a long time, and the completely transparent glass showed the slender and white naked body of the person inside.

Surrounded by roses, he was as holy and seductive as a bride waiting to be married.

Isn't that his little bride? A thought crossed Sayero's mind.

Sayero's steps towards him unconsciously slowed down, and with a solemn meaning, he subconsciously touched the meteorite ring on his finger that was exactly the same as the other party, and came to the glass cabin.

The young man in the glass cabin opened his eyes, stared at him with clear blue eyes, raised one hand and put it on the glass cover, his five fingers stretched out, as if waiting wordlessly, that act was both affectionate and lovely. Sayaro looked down at him, his fingers brushing his fingers over his lips, and then pressed his palms up.

The hands of the two were tightly knit, as if ten fingers were interlocked.

The glass crackled, cracking like the ice at the end of winter.

For a moment, a deep fear welled up in Sayakura's heart, as if he would lose the other person immediately. His fingers clenched together, and he slammed his fist down.

The glass shattered in an instant, and the fragments turned into countless star-like points of light.

The young man soaked in the liquid was close at hand, and he reached out to pick him up, and hugged him very tightly as if he were grabbing a wet mermaid for fear that he would slip away.

Helo curled up in his arms and shivering, his legs around his waist, his lips against his earlobes, like the serious tone of the day: "Shayero...... I'm going to marry you. ”

The great ecstasy of the lost regain filled Sayero's whole heart, and he lowered his head and kissed the cheek, neck, shoulder, and arm of the man in his arms with such force that he wanted to rub him into his bones, and a suppressed cry rushed out from the depths of his chest, sounding like a deep sigh: "My little bridegroom." ”

"I love you." Helo's head was buried in his arms and rubbed a few times, his breath splashed on his skin like a spark, under the red rose, his skin was covered with a delicate red, his eyes were half open, charming like a goblin: "Don't leave me......"

Sayero reached out in fascination and traced his eyebrows and eyes, and a strange laugh rang out from somewhere.

Suddenly there was nothing beneath him, and he was reduced to nothingness. When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in front of the terminal "Prophet" who controlled the neo-Nazi military system, and a hologram shook in front of him, but it was not the content of his memory - in that glass cabin, Helo, who was still in his arms a moment ago, was crushed under him by a man with long chestnut hair, and was wantonly violated by the other party.

In the nightmares that this Shayero had had done countless times, each time he repeated the exact same movements as he did back then. He would activate the nerve resistor in his head and then destroy the "prophet".

Time and time again, he never tried to make a different choice in his dreams.

Although he had thought so, the answer was unmistakably firm. Even though every day and night of his life was spent in excruciating pain, he never regretted giving up on Ellen.

It's the training they've received, the sense of mission they've carried, and the ideas they've believed in. They are soldiers, they are soldiers, they are precision machines, and they do not allow the slightest error, even if they are tortured and broken in a matter of life and death.

But now he froze there, listening to the sirens of the time bomb, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the hologram, as if an ordinary person, a husband, a father, watched his little Eve, who did not allow a finger to be touched, being ravaged wantonly.

The nerves were tensed to the extreme, and there was a sound that almost broke off.

"Don't touch him! Don't touch him! ”

Sayaro felt like he was going crazy. He took off the nerve resistor and stumbled through the hologram, only to crash into a cloud of air.

"His body has been completely developed by you... Shayaro, but he will only remember the joy and pain I have given him, just like Ellen. ”

In the image, Isaiah stared at him with his head turned sideways, pulling the legs of the man below him, like a python's waist moving in rhythm, while Heloh tilted his head unconsciously, his expression was both painful and pleasant.

It was an expression that only existed when facing him.

"Ahh

Sayero screamed and awoke from the nightmare, his pupils narrowed to a very small size, his whole body was drenched in sweat, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped and jumped.

Fortunately, it was just a dream. Just a dream.