"Damn! What is the number of ways to kill halfway? Hurt people casually! How to open this door! Hu Che said and had already pulled out "Roland" from the holster, and the Thousand Faces Monster Thief grabbed his shoulder to stop him: "They are the twelve top vampire hunters of the Hunters' General Union, do you want to defeat them with the strength of one person?" ”

Hu Che pushed aside the hand that the Thousand-Faced Monster Thief had placed on his shoulder, and said with some anger: "I rescued that police inspector, and now I can't see death without saving it." The Thousand-Faced Thief then calmly said, "But he is already dying." Hu Che frowned at this time, in fact, after the sudden scene, Hu Che's heart was already clear.

"I'm going out and bringing his brother home is Custer's wish, and if he can't fulfill it, let me help him." Hu Che said firmly. The thousand-faced thief looked at Hu Che's face seriously and shook his head slowly: "You can't help him, but you will take your life." ”

Hu Che: "I didn't say that just by being hot-headed, I wanted to give it a try, it's always better than sitting on the sidelines, and if I don't go out, I'll probably hate myself for the rest of my life." The Thousand-Faced Monster Thief looked at Hu Che's determined expression: "Well, what you said also makes sense, if the godson is eradicated by the Hunters' Guild, then the colored source stones and the Holy Grail will naturally fall into their hands." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the umbrella in his hand and knocked on the wall: "Give me a moment, and the door will open immediately." ”

Similar images, sticky blood, a face mixed with blood and tears, Dora... Father... Mother... Burning house ...... Countless replays appeared in Al's mind, as if he had been stripped of his soul, and the weight of Custer's body alone supported him, "How could it be...... How could it be..."

Twelve guns, each of which skillfully dodged the vital point, the so-called ruling executed by the hands of the twelve disciples is not to let the tortured person die happily, but to let his body suffer the same pain and torture as the responsibility of his life, but... But now the man has twelve blood holes pierced through his body. He really didn't commit any serious sin in his life that would make the gods angry.

He was just a kind man, he was kind to everyone around him, he loved his family, he respected his parents, he cherished his brothers, "but...... But...... He died in the place of the demon who deserved to be punished. He's such a complete fool...... Fool! A fool who hasn't changed at all as before! Every day, he dragged his scars and rushed home, and faced him with a row of white teeth and a silly smile! ”

Al bit his lip tightly, a trace of blood oozed from his lips, his hand subconsciously grabbed Custer's clothes and hugged him tightly, his head hung weakly on his shoulder, and a muffled gasp sounded clearly in his throat: "That's the sound that people only make before they die." Al had heard this dying struggle countless times.

"Kill you, only I have the right to do this, no one else can't, do you hear that? Custer. Roy. You dodged the bullet I shot into your body, why do you want to die in my place with this life that you managed to pick up! Al whispered in a trembling whisper in his ear, the blood in his chest flowing from the blood hole that flowed through the temperature of life, soaking Al's clothes, warming his cold chest, reminding him of the warmth of snuggling up to each other.

The wind and snow outside the window squeaked against the pane, his hand tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, his face was half-hidden in the quilt and only a pair of clear blue eyes were revealed, the sound of the wall clock ticking clearly echoed in the dark room, his eyes stared nervously at the shadow of the snow flakes flying outside the window, and the whistling wind and snow slapped the window more and more rapidly. The window shelf creaked louder, as if someone was pushing hard to knock the window open.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the visions in his mind made his thinking clearer. He simply covered his head completely under the quilt, but even through the thick quilt, he could still hear the roar of the wind and snow hovering in his ears and the squeak of the swaying panes. Shivering all over, his hands and feet were also cold, he could no longer resist the invasion of the terrible vision, and quietly crawled to the small bed opposite with a pillow wrapped in the quilt.

The elder brother breathed heavily with his back to him, and he secretly placed the pillow next to his pillow and slipped into his quilt lightly. He wondered why his brother's quilt was always warm like a stove, and his curled body gradually unfolded, and the terrible sound of the raging wind and snow outside the window crashing on the window seemed to be dispelled by the sleepiness that hit.

His eyelids sank, and his thoughts gradually blurred, when his brother rolled over with his mouth clicked. As if sensing the creature that had snuck to the side of the bed, a muffled voice came out of his mouth: "Poru... You're encroaching on territory again......" grumbling as he put his arms around him, pinning him in front of him, and snoring again.

The little animal that found a warm nest pressed its whole body tightly to the warm chest, and they snuggled up to each other on a snowy night, as long as there was a brother who was like a stove, even if the storm outside raged on their own, they could sleep peacefully. It was really warm and sleepy as if it was around the fire.......

"At that time, I should have been three years old, you should have been six years old, you have always been taller than me, I always used to curl up in your arms, you always called me a coward, sometimes you pushed me out of the quilt, when I cried, you panicked, afraid to wake up my parents and then you had to pull me back into the quilt."

"You see, I seem to remember it all in an instant, and suddenly I realized that I haven't forgotten all those memories when I was a human... Brother, you are always taller than me, why do you have to lie in my arms now...... You're heavy...... I'm going to be out of breath........." Al frantically blocked the bloody hole in Custer's chest with his hand, "No, no, you can't die at the hands of anyone other than me." Al kept repeating with panicked eyes.

"I can save you, I can save you, as long as you're not human, yes, as long as you're not human......." Al looked down at Custer's neck crooked over his shoulder, a pair of red arteries clearly visible through the thin skin.

The red in the pupils was thicker and brighter, and Al opened his mouth, sharp fangs touching Custer's artery. Suddenly, his teeth, which were already close to his skin, suddenly stopped, and he felt a hand behind his back trembling against his back.

"No...... Poru ....... live...... ...... for me," he staccato sounded with all his might, only Al's could hear, and he even felt Custer's hand on his back tapped lightly twice as if he were comforting. Two lines of bloody tears crept down his cheeks from the corners of Poru's eyes, and he felt Custer's hand slowly slip off his back.

The muffled breathing sounded faint and faint, and finally stopped in his ears, and Custer's head hung limply from his shoulder, but the blood still flowed from Custer's body, but his body gradually became as cold as his own. "Brother...... Elder brother...... Why....... why ......," Custer's trembling call seemed like the low whimper of a lonely beast in the night. The sound ripped through the eardrums. (To be continued......)

PS: A large chapter of the brotherhood scene of the prodigal son of Al turning back, I'm too bad at writing sensational dramas, make do with it, and suddenly found that Custer's two sentences were poked to death by a gun, hey, he didn't have many appearances in the battle of the Tower of Confession, I seem to be too stingy with the number of appearances of Custer~ Ask for subscriptions and collections, watch "Half Armored Mania" at eight o'clock in the evening.