"Haaaa!!a

A roar of determination and anger pierced through the wind and thunder, resounding beneath the pitch-black sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the same time, there was a mournful cry with great pain, and it corresponded.

Jörmungard's massive body began to roll and twist unconsciously, trying to throw the tiny figure that was destroying his body down.

However, as if biting the prey in his mouth, Bai Ye's figure was not affected in the slightest, but ran towards the opponent's head more and more quickly.

He wanted, using the flaming sword in his hand, to cut the opponent in half.

The scorching heat caused all the rain that fell on him around him to turn into a burst of vapor.

The white night was surrounded by a faint white mist, and the blood-colored qi mixed in it, and the muscles and muscles of the whole body were full, and the roar was endless.

The smell of burnt flesh filled the air, and from time to time a mouthful of blood spat out from White Night's mouth.

It was a precursor to the collapse of his own flesh.

Gritting his teeth, Bai Ye knew that if he stopped here at this moment, then there would be no chance to fight back.

Therefore, even if the muscles in his body were wailing and the muscles and bones were wailing, he still had no reason to stop.

"That's it, it's over-!!"

Finally slashed all the way to the opponent's dragon head, Bai Ye did not dodge the attack of those thunderbolts in the sky, drew the flaming sword, and directly inserted it into the opponent's hideous head again.

The twist of the right wrist seemed to destroy something.

"Roar-!!"

A violent churn struck, and Bai Ye clutched the hilt of the sword, and the whole person shook in the air.

The powerful strength made the internal organs of his body seem to be tossed and messed up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out without holding back at this time.

It's not enough, it's not enough!

Compressing the magic power in his body, it is clear that it has reached a critical state, but Bai Ye is still desperately compressing and squeezing.

He wants to turn all the remaining things in his body into power at this moment, and then release it in one breath.

"Burn me to ashes!"

"Burningtheworld—"

"[Laevatain] - !!"

"Boom-!!"

The pitch-black flames pierced the heavens and the earth at this moment, and the sky seemed to be torn open by the flames, and the thick clouds were torn apart, revealing a corner of the clear blue sky again.

The sound of the wind and thunder, I don't know when it has quietly stopped, everything seems to be silent as usual, but it seems a little unusual.

A large corpse rose and fell on the surface of the sea, which still had some slight waves.

It was, almost completely charred, Jörmungandr's body.

The rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds and shining on the surface of the sea, sparkling with the appearance of the waves, make people unable to think of the previous sea area or the tragic battlefield.

Only a figure standing atop the huge dragon corpse could prove what had happened before.

The right half of his body was severely burned, and there was even some faint charring.

The left hand is still weak and drooping, and from the state of view, the bones and the like should be damaged to a considerable extent.

The sea breeze blew through the tattered garment.

White Night stood there, seemingly completely unconscious.

"Really, it's really a messy kid......"

Leaning against a somewhat crooked tree, Beowulf couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at the straight figure standing on the sea.

"But, it's finally over for the time being, dreaded little imp......."

The helpless voice, the faint echo in this sea area that has returned to silence, and their battle, so far, finally ushered in a short rest.

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Pain, yes, it's the first thing you feel when you wake up in the night.

It was as if his body was falling apart, and there was a hot stinging sensation that constantly stimulated his brain.

To be honest, it doesn't taste very good.

Even if he has been injured so many times, but this time, he is definitely ranked among the most uncomfortable.

"Shhhh

gasped and gritted his teeth, Bai Ye resisted the violent pain in order to prevent himself from fainting again, and then couldn't help but exhale.

Letting his vision clearer a little, Bai Ye raised his head slightly, and then, he saw a bonfire burning silently.

"Oh, waking up so soon, and it's really amazingly resilient, boy!"

The familiar heroic voice sounded, and Bai Ye was slightly stunned, and then, he saw Beowulf leaning on a big tree, with a bandage on his body.

It seems that it has been hurt to a considerable extent.

"Uncle...... What about the others? ”

Bai Ye looked around a little and found that the girl he was most worried about was lying peacefully asleep on the other side at the moment.

The steady breathing proved that he was probably out of danger.

"By the way, what about Phineas?"

At this time, Bai Ye remembered a certain silver-gray swordsman who had been lying on his corpse in the subsequent battle, and couldn't help but ask.

"Ziggy Kid? That guy's words ......"

Before the words were finished, a steady footstep came.

As the voice became clearer and clearer, its owner finally appeared in front of Bai Ye and the others.

"Huh? Have you woken up? ”

There was a slight surprise in his voice, but at the same time, a sense of relief and apology.

Siegfei looked at the two of them for a long time, and then couldn't help but apologize solemnly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't help in the previous battle, and I made you hurt so badly, I'm really sorry!"

"No, if it weren't for the effect of Feige's previous treasure, I wouldn't have been able to defeat that guy so easily, so I don't need to apologize. You're right, uncle? ”

"That's right, don't mind this kind of thing, kid Ziggy, after all, your treasure has a problem, and as far as injuries are concerned, don't underestimate our resilience!"

Beowulf hurriedly persuaded the other party not to care, in fact, before waking up in the white night, Siegfried had been apologizing to him.

So tirelessly talking, and Beowulf couldn't say anything to the other party.

Because, looking at Siegfried's appearance, he really felt deep remorse for himself for "paddling" for a while in the previous battle because he was directly knocked unconscious by Jörmunga.

Therefore, Beowulf could only force himself to listen to the other party's apology all the time, to be honest, it was simply not too annoying.

Now, Bai Ye has woken up, so in order to no longer feel that kind of "pain", he also took the opportunity to answer.

"Really..... Sorry......"

Seeing that the other party still had an apology on his face, Bai Ye could only smile helplessly.

For him, in fact, those are not important, the important thing is that the big guy was finally defeated by himself, which is the most important thing.

"But it's really, I'm tired enough......"

With a bitter smile at the sky, the fatigue of the body came up again, and the white night couldn't help but fall asleep.

Relaxation after peace of mind, that's probably what it is.

The night was still silent, and only the last quarter of the journey was left......