The time for dedication has come.

Juao gripped the twisted steel, his figure swaying, tearing at the wound in his abdomen with each advance, the shattered iron slicing deeper and deeper into the flesh.

The pain warned him that there was only one way to go forward.

In the past, Hu Ao would retreat in fear, but now it is different, Hu Ao can only do this, he can not continue to compromise, behind him are Migar and Ria, his holy faith, his light.

More footsteps rang out all around, and the choir warriors were rapidly approaching, and Migar looked at the figures in the fire, and the smile on his face grew more and more rampant.

Yes, that's it, as long as Juao can buy him a little time, Migar knows very well that the choir is powerful, and they have secret blood, although they can't compare to the witchers, but this is also an existence beyond ordinary people.

"Quick, do it, Eve!"

Kestrel saw Migr leaning to the side, this guy really didn't die, although his breath was sluggish, but thinking of the guy called the plague doctor, Kestrel felt that for insurance, he still had to make up for Migel a few more times.

"I saw it!"

Eve said as she raised the pistol from her arms, and the meteor was carried behind her, and at such a close distance, Eve felt the need to use this ghost thing anymore.

The light was chaotic and dim, and she could only judge the position by the flickering light of the fire, and Eve quickened her pace to get closer, pulling the trigger at the same time.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

The bullet landed next to Migar, sending a cloud of smoke and dust before hitting his ankle and grazing his arm.

He didn't have the strength to wail anymore, but he didn't feel any fear.

Migar is a poor man whose soul has been seduced by power, but in the same way, he is fearless for all this, and even says that he is willing to gamble his life.

Take a gamble, there is no need to add any preconditions, Migr is betting on whether he will survive and whether there will be a turnaround.

"Stop!"

Hu Ao roared, feeling his furious soul tear out his chest.

He swung his twisted steel and smashed it at the approaching kestrel and Eve, the first time Juao had killed someone, and he didn't hesitate in the slightest.

At this moment, ordinary cowardly souls also went crazy, just like this twisted world.

A noisy voice sounded in front of him, and in the dim light, the kestrel didn't know who this guy was in front of him, but it was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere......

But it doesn't matter, if the kestrel is going to kill Migar, all the people who get in the way will be stabbed...... Or two, depending on whether they are willing to lie down honestly or stand up and be their enemy.

The kestrel swung its folding knife with one hand, and the cold edge reflected its crazy face.

After all, Juao was just a sailor, he had never been on the battlefield, he had never killed anyone, and he was as pure as a blank sheet of paper in this hellish battlefield.

He is one of the few, the only one without sin.

The folding knife caught the steel, parryed it easily, and then deflected it at another angle with the direction of force.

It's a very simple sword fighting technique, so simple that the Kestrel hasn't used it for a long time, because the enemies he faces are not misled by such tricks.

In the battle between mortals, the kestrel is simply the master of the battlefield.

Hu Ao only felt that the direction of his slash had been reversed, and with all his strength, he could not retract his strength, and the whole person fell to the other side, passing by the kestrel.

A hideous wound split along Hu Ao's arm, and while parrying the attack, the kestrel also counterattacked, like stepping on a random bug, and the kestrel did not look at Hu Ao and continued to move forward.

Juao fell to the ground with a bang, and after a brief breath, a heart-rending pain came.

His consciousness gradually blurred, as if he had fallen from a fishing boat into the sea, and the cold sea water swallowed him little by little, as if a voice was saying to himself, "Sleep, sleep, as long as you sleep, you don't have to suffer this pain."

"No ......"

Juao roared.

He remembered the past, once their fishing boat encountered a storm, the heavens and the earth turned gray, the wind and the sea roared, everyone was shrouded in despair, and some even gave up hope of life, the only hope was that death would not be too painful.

In this moment of despair, Hu Ao was the only one who did not give up.

He remembers that someone said to himself that as long as you live, there will always be a chance to transfer, you will see the beauty of this world, and find the meaning of your existence.

Hu Ao lived for this ethereal thing.

Now he found it.

The figure stubbornly stood up, and he ran towards the kestrel with a low roar.

He feels like the hero of the story, and at the last moment he realizes that he will save everything from danger and that everything will be beautiful again.

But this is not a story, it is a cruel and cold reality.

Eve swung the butt of the meteorite and knocked the crumbling figure down again, so easily and casually that Juo fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

No one cared about him, he could only watch as Eve and the Kestrel approached Migar, then killed him and shattered all the goodness.

"Why...... Shouldn't it be like this?"

No one could answer his question.

The footsteps around him became clearer, and the cold blade tore through the dust and sparks.

"Be careful!

Eve shouted and fired, the bullet hitting the flesh directly, but it failed to kill him, and his body was extremely tough, only a slight pause, and then swung his sword blade and slashed at the kestrel.

The choir warriors arrived, and in an instant Eve and the kestrel were surrounded, apparently only a little distance from Migar.

Eve made a decisive decision, she quickly emptied the bullet from her pistol, but the bullet failed to hit Migar, and a choir warrior blocked the path, stirring up a mist of blood.

The sound of metal crashing on the side was also sounding one after another, and Eve's reminder successfully warned the kestrel and made him give an early warning, but unfortunately, he was already injured, and he really couldn't take advantage of the monsters blessed by the secret blood.

The folding knife was easily suppressed by the blade, and the kestrel raised its injured arm and held up the handle of the knife with great force, but it still couldn't resist the strange force, and its body couldn't help but half-kneel, and the suppressed blade cut its chest.

"So I won......"

Migr smiled at the warriors who came to their aid, and under this protection, Eve and the kestrel had no chance to get close to Migar, let alone kill him.

Eve was still resisting with that madness, and no matter if anything would hurt herself, she directly set up the meteorite, and the front sight wandered away at will, at this distance, no matter where it hit, the explosion would kill and injure a large number of people.

The warriors didn't give Eve a chance to pull the trigger, and the blade slashed fiercely at the barrel of the gun, and although it failed to cut it off with such force, it also caused it to arc slightly, and the force it stimulated also shook Eve's wrist and failed to grasp the meteor.

It's over, it's all over.

At this moment, Eve is not worried about the safety of her life, the moment the meteor gets out, she thinks that she may not be able to kill Migr, and then the internship is in vain, and finally she may die here.

No, there's still a chance.

The warrior could only see a silver glow in Eve's hand, followed by an icy touch running down his throat, piercing through the flesh and hitting his spine beneath.

The lancet pierced through his neck, and as the blade was not long enough, Eve quickly made up for the punch and sent it into it completely.

With her heart beating violently, Eve looked around, the operation was probably a failure, but she hadn't lost yet, she was a natural Ranger, maybe not as good as these furious secret bloods, but she wouldn't die so easily.

More sword light fell, a dense rainstorm, which sealed all of Eve's movements, and just as she was about to chop her into pieces, a gunshot rang out, and bullets swept past Eve's side, hitting the warriors one after another, which may not have killed them, but caused a gap in the cage of death.

Eve lunged forward, one hand touching the ground, and then bounced herself up like a dance, passing through the crossed blades.

She rolled on the ground and quickly got up again, she touched her lower abdomen, and blood gushed out.

Eve was wounded, and she escaped from the blade, but that didn't mean she didn't dodge the attack.

There were several wounds on his arms, thighs, shoulders, and body, and a chaotic pain came from every inch of his body, like a wild beast gnawing at his own flesh.

"Kestrels, are you still alive?"

In the chaos of the battle, she lost the kestrel's vision, and it was unclear if he was still alive, after all, the kestrel was wounded, and his condition was more critical than her own.

There was no response, but then a pitch-black figure passed in front of him, and Kestrel advanced with a warrior, using his body as a shield, and Kestrel grabbed the folding knife with both hands, piercing his heart through his heart.

"Alive...... It should be said that he is dying. ”

The kestrel pulled the knife out of the flesh, and its hair was spilled haphazardly, stained with the blood on its face.

It felt terrible, and it reminded Kestrel of the fight in the Black Mountain Hospital, which was about the same as now, slashing around in a desperate situation, but in the end he survived, but this time it was different.

Now he's in Gaulinaro, far from Invig's homeland, and he doesn't have a force of purge by his side, just a intern.

"So that's what we do every day, and we don't know when we're going to die. ”

The kestrel slowly retreated and leaned towards Eve, and the warriors around him also approached, realizing that both of them were the last of their strong crossbows, and if they fought for a while, they would fall weakly.

"What, do you have any thanks now?"

Eve cooperated with Kestrel as much as she could, trying to calm her fears.

"I think my vacation is not over yet! This is the saddest thing! I worked so hard for that precious holiday, and now I am going to die in this hellish place. ”

The kestrel wiped its face vigorously, and just now a guy slashed his eye socket with a sword, and the blood was flowing non-stop, turning his eyes into blood red.

"Honestly, if someone could come to my rescue now, it would be my promise. ”

The kestrel was a little tired, and he was leaning on his scarred folding knife, trying to recover as much as he could.

"Do you think that's possible?"

Eve didn't believe in these things.

It was a doomed operation, as if it had been cursed, and from the very beginning of the operation, everything was moving in a chaotic direction, and all the pre-preparations were disrupted.

It is not a pope waiting to be slaughtered here, but an army of secret blood.

"It's possible, how is it not? I'm the lucky kestrel who might be heading for the Dawn in a moment, and countless pieces of Original Sin Armor will be parachuted right here. ”

The kestrel started talking nonsense.

"We will all survive, honor ourselves, and then take Maruri and fight with the Armor of Original Sin all the way to the capital of Gaulnalo. ”

He gradually lost his strength, and although he didn't want to, he sat down slowly.

"Ah...... If a miracle is going to happen, hurry up!"

The kestrel shouted, and just then the gunshot that had just saved Eve rang out again, very close, coming from nearby.

Bullets poured out through the bodies of several warriors, who hesitated for a moment, but then one skull after another exploded in front of their eyes.

"I'll just say I'm pretty good marksman. ”

A woman's voice rang out.

In this dimly lit and chaotic situation, it was not easy to get a headshot, and if Eve had this level, she would have killed Migar in the shot she had just shot.

"So how many people died unwittingly under your assassination?" the man asked.

"I don't know, it's just work anyway. ”

The woman's voice was a little light.

"I'm unemployed now, and all I'm going to do is kill them. ”

Erin and Hybold appeared at the end of the field of vision, the light a little blurry for Eve to see clearly, but judging by the outline of the edge, they also looked exhausted.

"What a spirit, Kestrel has turned around!"

Eve cheered up, and she began to believe that the kestrel was a lucky fellow, and that someone would come to their rescue in such a desperate situation.

"What's the turnaround! What's the use of them coming? Can they change the situation?"

Instead of being happy, the kestrel was worried.

That's right, Erin and Hypard can't change the situation at all, and only monsters like Lorenzo can really turn it all around, but Lorenzo isn't here.

Lorenzo didn't show up with Erin...... Sure enough, something happened?

"Run! Don't come! It's just death!"

The kestrel shouted loudly that Irene and Hybold were not surrounded by warriors, and that they still had a chance of surviving.

But as if they hadn't heard the kestrels, they approached the place, and the gunshots kept coming.

"Ready, Eve, I'll find a way to get you out, and you leave with them. ”

As if he had made up his mind, the kestrel staggered to his feet again.

"You...... What do you mean?"

Eve vaguely guessed that she wanted to say something else, but when she saw the new and old wounds on the kestrel's body, she still couldn't say anything.

"Let's go. Kestrel said.

This is not the time for small talk, the warriors rush up and it is only a matter of time before a few people are killed.

Kestrel clenched his grip on the folding knife, and now he had the same wonderful feeling as Hu Ao.

He felt like a hero, like he did when he was in the Black Mountain Hospital, and he was quite handsome when he thought about it.

In this case......

"Come on!"

The kestrel shouted.

There is always a moment when people deal with thousands of troops with the strength of one person...... Well, this is the passage that Kestrel read when he looked at the knight, and from then on he felt that if he was going to die, he would have to die in this situation.

That's why there was no hesitation when there was a Black Mountain Hospital, but the amazing thing is that Kestrel survived in the end, and now he repeats it all again.

As the warriors approached, the kestrel fearlessly shortened the distance, and just as he was about to raise his arms and slash, the roar of thunder pierced the battlefield.

The blazing white fireworks soared, accompanied by bursts of thunder, and a black shadow fell from the sky, smashing the ground, blood overflowing.

The change brought the situation to an eerie halt, and everyone's eyes were fixed on it, before a figure staggered to its feet.

There were countless wounds on the body, each one digging deep into the bone marrow, and you could see the slowly wriggling flesh underneath it, and the limbs were distorted at a distorted angle, as if someone had broken the bones of the body.

The body was shattered, but the man was not dead, he was staggering, as if his soul had been drained.

Migar's gaze grew frightened, he recognized the broken man in the smoke, he could never have imagined that he would become like this with such a powerful person.

So what kind of monster would it be to hurt him like this?

Thunder answered Migel's question, and a piercing thunderbolt streaked across the battlefield, striking the broken man with precision, and slamming him against the towering stone pillars in the square, followed by more thunderbolts.

Sharp swords pierced Lawrence's body, nailing him to the pillars, from which flames poured out and burned the body.

It's dawn.

The endless light rose from the end of the darkness, illuminating the desperate battlefield, and the light was so dazzling that the warriors couldn't help but close their eyes, not daring to look at it.

The kestrel was stunned at first, and then he cried out to his senses at the blinding light.

"Whoa, whoa!"

Probably so excited that he couldn't even say a word of completion.

The lucky kestrel didn't have to die, and the lucky kestrel survived again.

Walking with the light was the oppressive erosion, Juao reluctantly raised his head, he saw the man crucified on the stone pillar, he remembered the mask, it was the venerable Laurence Imam, and he looked at the endless light.

It is not only darkness, absolute darkness, the darkness that destroys Orthodoxy, the darkness that destroys the beauty of Hu Ao.

"If there is no Night of Arrival...... If it weren't for that, maybe you'd be the next provo, Lorenzo Holmos. ”

Above the stone pillar, such a voice sounded under the broken body.

"Ah...... Probably, who cares?"

Lorenzo shook his head as he slowly walked forward with his nail sword in his hand, stepping through the burning ruins.