Amumu's words are like a bell ringing in his ears, deafening!

Charles never imagined that this Amumu, who was disliked by him along the way, would stand up in front of him at this life-threatening moment, block the deadly missile, and protect himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the body that was still a little numb after being hit by the impact orb, what emerged was the power of grief and indignation, and this power of grief and indignation surged up Charles 's throat and turned into a scream of grief from him at this time!

"Ah!!h

Charles had never cursed his incompetence like he did now, he hated why he hadn't cultivated harder, he hated his weakness!

But Charles can't just blame himself and do nothing now. He will never let Amumu's efforts go to waste, because in that case, he can't afford the opportunity that his partner has exchanged for his life!

Holding back his tears, Charles stood up tremblingly, and before he had time to wipe away the tears that had fallen from the corners of his eyes, he began to urge all the remaining power in his body to gather on the explorer's arm guard in his left hand!

Shout!

A milky white energy bow larger than Charles' body seemed to respond to Charles's grief and indignation, spreading its wings!

With remorse for yourself, with your partner's trust in yourself, with full of anger!

Charles screamed and jumped to his feet, and at the same time, Charles pulled the huge energy bow on his left arm!

The golden energy hidden in Charles's body instantly converged on the stretched bowstring, and the golden energy essence seemed to sense Charles's fluctuating mood, and kept screaming and trembling, emitting a piercing high voice.

The sound is like thousands of angry birds singing together!

Draw the bow!

Like the moon!

"Uh-huh!!"

Charles' face was twisted, his hand was cut by the force he pulled the bow, and his fingers were dripping with blood, but Charles didn't let go of the fingers that pulled the bowstring, not even his arm trembled a little, he just stared at Zelas, who was wrapped in a dark green bandage.

Because, he was waiting, waiting for all the golden energy in his body to condense on the bowstring!

The energy in his body frantically poured into the bowstring under Charles's control, and the white bowstring turned into a golden color in an instant.

"Accurate barrage!"

Charles looked at the target he was about to aim at, the one wrapped in the green bandage, gritted his teeth tightly, and reluctantly let go of the fingers that pulled the strings.

The golden essence of energy, like a shining crescent moon, bounced out from the bowstring, rolling up a gust of wind, bringing up a patch of yellow sand, and with the blood flowing from the fingers of Charles on the bowstring, it quickly blew towards Amumu and Zelas.

At the same time, a tear refracted with a golden light slipped quietly from the corner of Charles's eyes.

The precise barrage like a crescent moon scraped Amumu and Zelas in an instant, however, the energy of Charr's grief and anger did not stop because of this, and the golden barrage instantly passed through the bandaged Zelas, as if it had never been here, and slid straight towards the imperial tomb behind.

The golden barrage is the magical spatial power in Charles's body, and this crescent moon is like a sharp blade that can cut through space, cutting through everything that stands in front of it!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

Continuous collapses, straight ruins, flying dust.

Shire's blow left another scar on Shurima's imperial tomb.

And this scar, intertwined with the scar that Azir shot through Zelas thousands of years ago, formed a cross by mistake.

The crossed crosses, and the cross-killing spell that Azir had inflicted on Zeroth, would overlap completely!

Perhaps, this is the providence in the dark.

After casting a precise barrage, the weakened Charles gently fell to the ground and touched the ground on one knee.

Little by little, the huge energy bow in Charles's left hand turned into particles and disappeared, and the brilliant sapphire light on the explorer's arm on the back of his hand gradually dimmed.

Charles looked up at the target he had just shot, his slightly messy blonde hair obscuring his misty eyes, because he was afraid to see something he didn't want to see.

But, again, he had to look, because, he had to confirm something.

The yellow sand on the ground, the wind carried by the precision barrage, separated a clear path, and on this path, there were those things that Charles needed to confirm, and at the same time, there were also things he didn't want to see.

Not long after his resurrection, Zelas was wrapped in sand and gravel that was shattered by Charles's powerful blow, and the blue arcane energy in his body had become a little gray at this time.

It seems that the power of this trick he came up with - the precision barrage is indeed very powerful, but it is not something that Charles wants to confirm.

Charles' misty eyes continued to search, and when he saw a broken green bandage, his pupils contracted suddenly, and then more rags were seen in his eyes, and Charles's pupils began to tremble.

The broken bandages all over the ground were the last thing Charles wanted to see, because it was equivalent to saying that Amumu had ...... It's already broken?

"Amumu ......"

Charles looked at the rags on the floor, his legs limped, and he fell to his knees, groaning in despair.

Tears flowed from Charles's eyes and fell on the back of his hand that was propped up on the ground, and at last it slipped from the back of his hand and trickled into the yellow sand, turning into a pool of black tear stains.

Charles wept bitterly, just like when Amumu was crying, as if he was paying tribute to Amumu in this particular way.

However, the person who cried was Charles, not Amumu, after all.

Even if Charles cried and was blinded, Amumu would not come back.

There will never be such a person who will keep nagging in his ears all the time.

There will never be such a person who will cry like a fountain all the time.

There will never be a single weak body that will stand in front of Charles and block the enemy's fatal blow for him.

Some things may be lost before they know how to cherish them.

Just like at this time.

Sometimes, it may be that you have to lose it before you learn to grow.

The same is true for the time being.

Charles, who cried like a child, finally realized, cherished, and grew up.

Just as Charles was savoring the taste of growth, a slender bandage seemed to float onto Charles's arm with a gentle wind.

"Huh?"

There was a slight force from the bandage, making Charles mistake it for his own delusion.

But when he saw the faint blue glow on the bandage, Charles's heart chuckled.

"Ah...... Amumu? Charles carefully held the bandage in his palm and whispered.

At this time, Charles's attention was all on his ears, even the small sound of the wind around him, the sound of sand rolling, and even the sound of his own heartbeat, he did not let go.

But none of this was what he wanted to hear.

For a long time, Charles didn't hear what he wanted to hear.

Just when Charles was about to despair again, a faint voice smaller than the sound of the wind, smaller than the sound of sand, reached Charles's ears.

Hearing this, Charles held his breath.

This voice, like a spring breeze, caressed Charles's wounded heart.

This voice is like a little starlight twinkling in the dark night.

This voice is like a little spark of hope.

This voice is ......

"Summer ...... ......"