Siline carried the flame, and Batur saw Siline standing on the sand dune.

He wanted to fight the Hanadai army to the fullest, but when he saw Sirin appear, he was obviously a little panicked.

Those present knew what the presence of the flame would mean.

"Batur, don't add any more unprovoked casualties. ”

Celine stood on the sand dune, she knew he wanted to try to confront it head-on at the end, but she knew that no matter what, it wouldn't change the outcome.

Kashgar will eventually come to an end.

But now as long as she stands up, at least these soldiers can still have a choice.

"Why is Batur so flustered?" asked Wuxi softly as he asked the whistle next to him.

"The Holy Maiden can come with the Holy Fire, but because the Holy Fire is not afraid of any attribute, once it is ignited, if you want to extinguish it, you need to sacrifice the Holy Maiden who lowered the Holy Fire to the Fire God to calm down..."

"What?!"

Wuxi immediately stepped forward to grab Sirin, but Celine seemed to know that she would do this and called out to her.

"Muki, you can't stop me. She turned her back to her and said softly: "You are the main priestess, you should know that this is the best ending for all of us, I know your and Batur's intentions, but at this moment, you can't..."

Celine shook her head and whispered in a voice that no one could hear, "Batur, even if the holy fire burns my body, it can't burn my heart, and I... Forever..."

She didn't finish her sentence, she jumped down with the holy flame and rushed towards the Hanadai army.

"Cirlen!!" Batur roared, but he couldn't save her.

A raging fire burned in the distance, and Wuxi could still see her dressed in red, fighting with a whip.

That's what a saint is supposed to do... She can defend her family and country, and she can sacrifice herself for the sake of justice.

But there was nothing she could do.

"God, please grant your favor. ”

Wuxi clasped his hands together, and his fingers were interlocked, and the white figure knelt on the cliff.

She lowered her head and bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling when she closed her eyes.

When she looked up again, tears continued to flow from her eyes.

And a holy light descended on Wuxi's body, and she stretched out her hand sadly, turning her palm upward. When the tears dripped into the yellow sand with the wind, and the holy light sprinkled the heavens and the earth, the arid desert suddenly began to fall with goose feathers and snow.

The Hanayo Army, whose combat effectiveness had been reduced by the cold, was frostbitten by the snow and burned by the flames, and the ice mist melted into the air under the licking of the holy flame.

They are now irresistible.

"Kill ——"

Batur didn't hesitate any longer, he gave an order and led the soldiers to exterminate the Hanade army.

When Wuxi returned to the city of Kashgar, she was praised by the royal family and embraced by everyone.

The spectacle of snowfall in Daniel made her hold up to a higher position.

So when Hanade and Sufa united with Sofrant to attack Kashgar, she put on her battle robe and prayed for the soldiers.

But even so, Kashgar won fewer and lost more, and when the soldiers finally came to the city, she was left in the city.

Look at the continuous war, and the door of the orphanage that was broken by iron hooves.

The children were gone, and he was standing in the middle, helping the orphanage.

"No, don't..."

Muki pounced on the woman who was sitting on the ground.

But the man who fired the shot had no time to retract his bullets.

"Hmm..."

Wuxi caressed the wound, and the gurgling blood continued to flow out, staining her white clothes.

The man who fired the shot crouched down and held her. Love me

"Mr. Whistle... Let... She's it. ”

It wasn't until she heard the woman's footsteps fade away that the pain of the bullet began to spread, and her eyes were blurred with tears welling up.

"Looks like you've known for a long time, why don't you expose me?" he tried to take her to the medical center, but she reached out to stop her.

"If you are willing to repent from the bottom of your heart, I will... No regrets. ”

She glanced at the soldiers with Western swords outside, and finally couldn't help crying.

Freida put her arm around his shoulder and kissed the tip of his nose.

"You're making her happy, that's not a return gift to me... That's what it is... You return the favor to me. Her voice choked, feeling her life gradually draining, she endured the burning heat in her abdomen and asked, "Eli, do you hate me?"

"No, never did. He hugged her, and his tone was so soft: "Freda, please hold on, you don't die..."

But by the time we arrived at the medical service, it was too late.

Muki is dead.

The medical officer told him.

That's when he had some real feelings.

The pure whiteness that was so gentle that it was falsely pure had become a cold corpse under his gun.

He did not speak, but returned to the battlefield with a gun.

After that, the surviving beggars on the street who had been bribed by him said that they had not seen him since.

"Did you fail?" Xia Li looked at the last scene covered by the fog with some frustration, just now she interfered in the matter of Ifu in Daniel, and the rest of the story can no longer be involved, if it fails, she will feel deep pity for it.

"Since he chose martyrdom, he must have an intention for Yi Fu, as for Yi Fu..."

"Look. The canary pointed to the crystal in front of him, and the thick smoke inside was gradually dissipating, revealing the story of another world.

The scorching heat hanging outside the window is called "The Sun".

Freida changed into a long pink dress, her mouth was full of words, and her hands were constantly gesturing with something.

"In the face of a normal person, the dagger must first be pierced into the body for three ~ four centimeters before it reaches the heart. ”

Her hands full of blood are the skills she relies on to survive.

One hit kills is the belief she pursues all her life.

In Waqiu, where there is no discipline to speak of, killers are also a legitimate profession, but the work is exciting and dangerous, and other times it is no different from ordinary people.

Freda is twenty-six years old this year, has been in the industry for 21 years, and has been a professional killer for 13 years.

She may not be the best in the organization, but she's definitely the most special.

She respects everyone who is going to be killed by her, even if they are assassinated, and hopes that they will die with dignity, at least their facial decorations, expressions, and clothes before they die.

Freida looked at herself in the mirror, who was very elegant, and then went out satisfied.

In the morning, I received a letter from the mission, so I went to the organization to receive the target of the assassination.

The counterpart gave her a portrait of a very sunny and energetic teenager.

"No, this kid... Is there sixteen?" asked Freida if she wasn't going to kill a child who wasn't yet an adult.

"I'm eighteen, eight years younger than you. The docking person smiled and handed her the young man's information: "The single master is not in a hurry, I want you to understand it first, and then he will give the exact time to perform the task." ”

"Fresh. Freida took the information, not paying attention to the ridicule of the woman, who was two years older than herself.

"Eli. ”

She read his name and identity: "Eighteen years old, living at 77 Third Street." ”

Looking at the young man in the portrait, what kind of identity is he, and he wants others to spend money to buy his life?

"Identity, civilian. ”

She thought so.