"The power of nature possessed by all living beings is enough to make the gods and demons in the heavens and on the earth fear......

- The Song of Roland

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"Almost dying...... ......Olaf only showed a face in the pile of rotten flesh, calm in his emotions, but weak in his words. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His face was covered in scratches and skin corroded by green slurry.

Frey picked it up for a few more moments, exposing Olaf's entire upper body, before grabbing Olaf's side with both hands and dragging Olaf out of the rotten flesh.

"It's so light!"

Frey was a little surprised, and dragged the muscular Olaf out, which felt easier than picking up a bunny.

But Olaf's physical condition did not make Frey happy.

The whole body was covered with scars, and even the dark pink intestines could be seen on the stomach that had been torn open by sharp claws, and the hands and feet had been corroded by the bubbling green slurry, and even the exposed bones had been corroded to gray-black.

With one hand, Frey clutched the slit on Olaf's stomach and looked up again.

But all that was left around was the ruins and scattered monsters in the distance, and there was no place to provide healing.

"Don't look at it, it's hurt like this...... It's dead. Olaf's face was calm.

But suddenly he became serious again, and he raised his blood-stained hand with difficulty and held Frey's hand tightly, which made Frey lower his head again.

"Listen to me, the power of awakening within your body is to put an end to the witch threat...... Ahem......" Olaf was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a sudden choking of plasma in his throat.

"Don't worry, you speak slowly, I'm listening here." Frey wiped the blood from Olaf's mouth with his hand, supported Olaf's neck with one hand, and supported Olaf's back with the other, and lifted the upper body of Olaf, who was lying flat, with both hands, so that Olaf could continue to speak.

"Whew...... Call...... That power is the key to ending the witch menace, and you must escape alive, what Captain Anna expects from you...... cough cough cough ......"

"Anna?" Frey's mind also conjured up the first and only encounter with Anna.

In the hospital, the bald priest Moda wearing a wig, Joan of Arc who shakes the guard with a double knife, the regimental leader Anna who has a tight and powerful thigh, "Black Tower", "Holy War", "Queen of the Elements", the benevolent Moda can't get rid of the killer and lets himself join the Crusaders, before Olaf heard his name at the recruitment point There was a big change in attitude......

The previous scene flashed through Frey's mind like a movie replay, and Frey seemed to understand something.

But this still made Frey frown, which is not a bad thing, but this feeling of being "calculated" still makes Frey a little difficult to accept.

"Let's go, leave me alone, it's up to you whether you can eliminate the monsters and witches and return people to true peace and freedom again......"

"But! ......" Frey was about to say something, but suddenly stopped, his eyes tangled for a moment, and then Olaf put down again, and with a trembling hand pulled out the killing light in the scabbard.

"Hmm...... Let's do it......" Olaf looked at the sword in Frey's hand and nodded forcefully.

While Frey was holding the sword in both hands and struggling with it, Olaf, who was lying flat, tilted his head slightly, took his eyes off the ruins and the corpses of the monsters, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and smiled.

Whether Olaf was thinking about his wife and children, or reminiscing about the prosperous years when he followed Anna, or the memories of peeping at the girl's bath when he was young, Frey who was holding a sword and preparing to end Olaf's life didn't know, but judging from the smile on Olaf's face, it must be the most precious memory of his life.

"Poof!"

The sword, held by Frey's two hands, stabbed vertically from above Olaf's heart.

Frey also twisted his head to the side, frowning, eyes closed.

Olaf's head twitched upwards the moment he was pierced through the heart, and then slowly lay down again.

The heart dies, the circulation of blood slowly stops, and the serene smile on Olaf's face is forever frozen.

Frey pulled up the sword in his hand and stood up directly, not daring to look down at Olaf, who was killed by his own hands, but he did not leave.

Frey looked at the entrance to the dungeon to his left, and then at the tall tower in the distance to his right, his hands clutching his head helplessly.

"Damn! Why I'm the key to banishing monsters and witches! ”

In Frey's mind, Olaf held Frey's hand tightly with his blood-stained hand, telling Frey to run away, and Sister Dog kept pounding Frey's chest with a small pink fist, warning Frey not to leave her behind.

These two constantly intertwined images made Frey's eyes close tightly and his brows tightened.

"Yikes! Why! After struggling for a long time, he yelled and turned to the entrance of the dungeon on the left.

"Bang!" But before Frey could take the first step, a popping sound from behind him made Frey turn around.

In the distance, tall towers, like sawn trees, slowly fell diagonally, making a rumbling sound of collapse, and a huge cloud of smoke and dust also rose in response.

"Sister Dog!" Frey looked at the collapsed tower, screamed, and ran in the direction of the collapsed tower.

"Yikes! Obviously, I just promised Sister Dog, but now I want to run away alone! It's not even as good as a dog! Frey cursed as he ran towards the tower, his eyes reddened from being wet.

"It must be fine!"

Frey ran like crazy, completely unaware of how fast he was running, and he didn't notice that in his eyes, the monster's originally fast movements had turned into slow motion, and he didn't notice that he jumped over the collapse tunnel of eight or nine meters with a leap under his feet.

Before the puff of smoke from the tower's collapse had settled, Frey had already rushed into the smoke.

Seeing a few running figures being chased by monsters in the smoke and dust, Frey shouted, "Sister Dog! ”

"Frey?" A slender figure in the smoke and dust also suddenly stopped, responding with a trembling voice.

"Teresa! Don't stop! A familiar female voice shouted again.

But the slender figure seemed to have not heard the female voice, and still stopped in place and looked left and right, as if looking for something.

Frey ...... Mistress Frey! You...... Where is it! The voice was already sobbing.

And in the smoke and dust, a huge shadow that followed it suddenly fell to the ground, jumped up as if it had been ejected, and pounced towards the slender figure that was looking left and right in place.

"Sister Dog! Be careful! ”

Frey shouted, his feet cracked the ground, and flew towards the huge shadow that had jumped in the air in the smoke, gritting his teeth, and the killing light in his hand was also horizontal, and a gust of wind behind him suddenly blew, and Frey rushed into the smoke and dust with the flying Frey, blowing away the frivolous smoke and dust.