- Knowing this, even if they violated the military order, it would be better to take them out of the encirclement.

Even if one person survives.

It wasn't until now that I realized that I was wrong, wrong.

"You are my best comrades. ”

Al muttered.

That's what they want to hear. It's a pity that he didn't have time to get such recognition until he died in front of the chief.

“....... You, you, why did you save me?"

During the brief struggle, Al felt a warmth all over his body.

Is it the blood of a comrade-in-arms, or your own blood, or the burning sensation of a giant psychic pulse?

In short, everything doesn't matter anymore.

If you die like this, maybe it will be a good ending.

Dead in a place where you don't even know your name, alone in front of the sky, and cold clones.

Even though there are so many happy and joyful things in life. Even though he only lived to be in his twenties.

Parents and friends are still waiting for them, and Rootsville, the hometown of memory.

A light breeze blows and the windmill glides across the water. On the other side, the petals of roses float past the bedside of the childhood sweetheart, and the cobblestone path winds and turns. There is also the sunset with a bloody mouth, and the starry sky that once swore an oath.

Everything is far away.

Although there is still a lot to remember in life.

Still wanting to give up, Al knew he was too tired.

Close your eyes and rest so you can fall asleep.

It's a matter of course. But.

The strange warm current dissipated like smoke, and the ice-covered world brought him a cold feeling. The snowflakes that withered like autumn leaves had no life and reluctantly landed on their shoulders.

There was no light in the quiet night, and even the moonlight did not disappear at some point.

Subconsciously touch the ground.

In a trance, Al touched the military cards dropped by his comrades.

The lifeless pieces of iron were still warm, and their blood remained.

Raphael Plitdam, Michael Shelley, Francis Hall, Ani Leicester, Maxwell Eddy.

My best comrade-in-arms. The best soldier.

"Sir, you are a witness to our lives, and you must live and deliver us into the hands of your loved ones. ”

The military card seems to be saying.

"What if I can't? I'm a man, not a god. ”

"You are our ruler and have never treated you as a god. It's hard, but if it's a sir, I'll be able to do it—"

Maybe it's auditory hallucinations, maybe it's not.

But Al did hear the advice.

This is their last wish.

Rafael Plitdam.

Michael Shelley.

Francis Hall.

Ani Lester.

Maxwell Eddy.

My best comrade-in-arms. The best soldier.

I'll definitely bring your badges back, take them back.

into the hands of your loved ones.

Definitely.

"El ——!"

"El—sir—"

Al pricked up his ears, as if a faint voice was calling to him.

The noisy chatter around had died down, and the roar of the giant psychic pulse array was gone. Everything was quiet. The sound of insects began to sound, above the ruins.

"El—sir—"

"It's great - you're alive - please, you must live......"

Al opened his eyes, and his retina had not yet recovered from the bright light. The whole world is like a faded color. Monotonous and tedious.

"Who's talking?"

It was clear to him that the enemy had abandoned the fortress after a massive psychic bombardment. They must have thought that no one could survive in this environment.

"El—"

"El—"

Whose voice was that? Al felt familiar.

Gently push away the comrades who are lying on your body to protect yourself.

Rafael Plitdam. Michael Shelley. Francis Hall. All three are dead.

All the veins were destroyed by powerful psychic pulses. In this case, it is simply impossible to survive.

At first, they were still fighting side by side, but the next moment, they became corpses wrapped in blood.

There is no temperature.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. ”

Al roared madly.

"If I had been stronger, you wouldn't have died. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

After countless meaningless apologies, hot tears flowed down Al's cheeks.

yes, it would be nice if I were stronger.

In that case, they should still be alive.

- Ah, but there are no ifs.

Al laid the corpse of his comrade next to him, and an inexplicable sour feeling welled up in his heart.

In the end, they protected themselves, protecting their useless commander.

In fact, even if they used their last strength to help them block the super-scale spiritual pulse, their spiritual veins would be severely damaged by the powerful shockwave.

If you can't open an effective spirit array for defense, the final result will still be death.

- What a tragic end.

Although they sacrificed themselves, Al was ultimately killed.

Doing so is nothing more than prolonging Al's life by a few hours.

Let the comrades you watch leave, and then survive in the ruins.

- You guys, how cruel you are.

One of the El veins has been completely destroyed, and the powerful spiritual power will gradually devour the others. It won't be long before I will be like them and leave safely, as if I had never been in this world.

However, kneeling in front of his teammate's corpse, Al did not say such a dejecting word.

If they live, they must want me to live.

It must be like this.

It must be like this.

Rafael Plitdam.

Michael Shelley.

Francis Hall.

Ani Lester.

Maxwell Eddy.

My best comrade-in-arms. The best soldier.

I'll definitely bring your badges back, take them back.

into the hands of your loved ones.

Definitely.

Definitely.

The moment Al decided to get up, Maxwell Eddy called out in a weak voice.

"Sir....... Sir...... Are you still alive?"

"Alive, alive. ”

Al quickly knelt down in front of Maxwell Eddie, his eyes as if pleading: Don't die, don't die.

However, the 10-year-old boy was too badly injured. Despite the protection of the three of them, the spiritual veins in the whole body have been completely destroyed. At this time, he is like a broken candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time.

"Sir...... We are qualified....... Qualified soldiers, right?"

The blood stained the red and white snow, and the boy still had a simple smile.

"Yes, the best soldiers, the best comrades. ”

Al held Eddie's little hand tightly, "Don't die, don't die."

If there was a god, he would want to trade his life for Add's life. He still has a good life, and there are still beautiful scenery to see.

However, God ignored Al's prayers, and it all seemed to be predestined.

Lying in a pool of blood, Add's left and right legs were gone, perhaps shredded by the force. The mouth opens and closes, and breathing becomes progressively difficult.

This is death.

Add looked at the commander and smiled.

"Sir...... I don't hurt...... It doesn't hurt...... It turns out that this is the ...... of death."

"I didn't expect to die in a place like this......"

Die in such a place.

I don't even know what the name of the forest is.

"What if...... It would be nice to see Yangguan again..... Warm sunshine ......"

Warm sunshine.

Warm sunshine.

Al knew he was hopeless, a delusion he had before he died.

When the illusion disappears, this fragile life will come to an end.

In front of the young man's eyes, there were many beautiful scenes.

The frail mother was healed and stood in the sun smiling at herself. "Welcome back, Maxwell Eddy. ”

The wind blew through the mossy swing, and the dew from the grass tips wet his heels.

"Mom..... I am back...... Mom...... I am back. ”

Tears rolled through the corners of the boy's eyes, and he finally returned to his hometown and reunited with his mother.

"I'm sorry...... Mom...... I didn't listen to you...... If you ...... If you hadn't left...... That's not going to be the case—"

"But I met great guys...... And a good sir...... Everyone had a great time together. ”

The boy closed his eyes and smiled peacefully.

Lying in the unknown forest.

Lying on the ruins after the fighting was extinguished.

Lying next to the corpses of his comrades.

Lie down in front of your beloved chief.

"Finally...... It's back—"

Back to his hometown.

Go back to the mother in that dream.

"If Chief El knows...... You should be happy...... We didn't let him down......"

“...... Didn't disappoint him......"

"It has to be like this. ”

It was the last time the teenager smiled, and his short life was hurried away.

Yes. You didn't let me down.

Maxwell Eddy.

Al knelt in the snow for a long time.

The child had joined the army for his mother's medical expenses, and he had never thought about what it would look like to die.

Until the end of life, vague consciousness.

His eyes seemed to be still asking his superior:

We're good soldiers, aren't we? No worse than your old teammates, right?

If that's the case, you're the worst.

The worst.

The worst.

Al's stiff face contorted, tears falling one by one on his clothes, stained red with the blood of his comrades.

It turns out that those best comrades-in-arms will definitely give up in this situation!

They will not save a meaningless life with their own lives.

The warriors of the Ice Knights will never shed a tear.

Sure enough, you're the worst.

The worst.

Lack of strength, low spiritual power, and like to be strong-

Regardless of his own life, he will save me—

What a bastard -

Bastard –

Bastard –

Why did you leave me like this? Why did you leave me alone?

Why?

Why?

The silent night is as merciless as a grave.

“...... If it's the chief..... I will definitely be able to do it....."

“...... Sir...... If you survived..... Please bring the badge to our loved ones...... Okay?"

El twisted his body, unable to care about the tearing pain from his veins.

He clutched the blood-clotted card. Suddenly got up.

The wind swayed his hair, and the blood dripping from his hair had no temperature.

"Really..... What a difficult subordinate to be......"

If you live, you must hope that I live.

It must be like this.

It must be like this.

Rafael Plitdam.

Michael Shelley.

Francis Hall.

Ani Lester.

Maxwell Eddy.

My best comrade-in-arms.

The best soldier.

I'll definitely bring your badges back, take them back.

into the hands of your loved ones.

Definitely.

Definitely.

——

El left behind the corpses of his comrades, taking only the badges that symbolized their existence, and moved along the winding path towards the edge of the Radiant Forest. Before you die, you must bring the military card into the hands of the army.

I promised you.

It will be done, it will be done.