"Hehehe. In a blur, Milo seemed to hear a sneer coming from beside him.

The laughter was followed by a period of silence.

"Do you want revenge?" the voice asked.

Needless to say, Milo wanted to, but for some reason, her throat couldn't make any sound.

Maybe she understands that this is no wonder, there is no right or wrong in this world, they just want to live.

But she was still just a child, and the childish eyes could only see that they had abandoned Carmen, nothing more.

"Don't worry, I can feel everything you think. After a pause, the voice continued.

At this time, Milo seemed to be able to feel the owner of the voice laughing, laughing incomparably insolently and charmingly.

However, this was only Milo's own thoughts, as there was no way she could see or feel the owner of the voice.

Then, there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her tone: "That's right, let the world have a good look, the joyful funeral song from the underworld." ”

Immediately after, her tone was a little disdainful: "But your body is really weak, let me help you change it, although it doesn't make much sense to enhance your physique, but if you change the suitability of magic, it may be a good choice." ”

Of course, she didn't listen to Milo's opinion at all, and just talked to herself.

Gradually, Milo's consciousness began to become more and more blurry, and before long, he fell into a deep sleep again.

Demon Realm.

Trotes was squinting and waiting.

In keeping with its agreement with the mysterious organization, it had sent monsters to the human kingdom to spread the plague a few days earlier, and asked them to lurk there and report back when the plague broke out.

After all, it was a delicious banquet full of death, and it didn't want to miss a single detail.

If his damn notion of time wasn't too wrong, the demons should be back in the realm of demons.

At this time, Trotes was sitting happily on his throne, which was his favorite object in the entire Demon Realm, because it was something that symbolized his noble status.

However, even if he is in a good mood, if he waits too long, he will become a little irritable, and as time passes, the curses on his mouth will become more and more vicious.

After a long time, a rather embarrassed-looking monster slowly walked into the palace.

"How's it going?" asked Zotes without even bothering to look at the monster, just asking to himself.

"My lord, the mission has been accomplished, but the scenario you expected did not happen, on the contrary, after the release of the "plague", the humans became more active, and then began to kill each other inexplicably. The monster's voice trembled a little, and the overall state didn't seem to be very good.

The monster's report stunned Zotes, who hadn't really figured out what the mysterious organization was up to, but it had a lot of fun.

"Dangerous organization. Trothus muttered, but his heart was already wary of them.

After a moment of silence, it waved its hand to signal that the monster could retreat, and then slowly stood up and looked quietly into the distance.

On the other hand, although the beastly behavior of the refugees has been resolved, these refugees are indeed infected with the plague, not to mention all these events that cannot be answered at all, but solving the plague is a troublesome job, and the current number of priests alone cannot complete such a huge workload.

Fortunately, Tel Aviv has already sent someone back to report the situation to His Majesty the King, and at the same time, he can apply for some medical support by the way.

And now he is directing a group of priests to destroy the bodies of the victims with flames.

Of course, he didn't really want to do this, and although he had long since lost his faith, he was still a pastor, and it was necessary to respect the dead.

But if this is not done, the pathogen cannot be eliminated, and even if it is buried deep in the ground, there is still a chance of transmission.

Therefore, the situation is special and special is done, and this kind of thing can only be done by the Holy See's loyal dogs.

The next moment, Tel Aviv began to pray for the deceased with a calm face:

Dear Lord, may the souls of those who died in the plague be able to lead you to eternal life, peace, and joy in your kingdom.

Everything I ask for today is in the name of life.

He will not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

For all the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, are yours forever.

Narse and Don Quixote were fine, but López and some of the recruits had already fled eight hundred miles.

As the prayer ended, the light of the flame slowly faded into darkness, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt corpses, which made the knights who had managed not to flee spit out.

It's also human nature to feel cold.

López, who had this scene in his eyes, was sitting on a high ground with a helpless expression.

His horse knelt beside him to rest, while Milo lay quietly on top of it, still unconscious.

Her face looked a little pale, and a fine cold sweat was still breaking out on her forehead.

If there is a dream, it is certainly not a sweet dream.

Even so, López just watched silently from the sidelines, because he didn't know what he could do to help Milo.

Thinking like this, he silently drew out his long sword and stared at it for a long time, the scarlet blood on the sword made him a little uncomfortable, thinking about it carefully, in fact, what he killed just now was still a human after all.

It made him feel that his sword was full of sin, but grinning relieved that he was not a good person in the first place.

From this point of view, the war against the Demon Realm still benefited him, at least his psychological quality was much stronger than before.

After a moment's pause, López thrust his sword back in, then turned his head to look at Milo, her pale face had improved, and the fine beads of sweat were under control.

This made López slowly let go of the worries in his heart, turned his head, and observed the situation below.

The bodies of the victims have all been disposed of, and now the priests are wearing special masks and shuttling between the unconscious survivors.

But in the huge queue of refugees, the number of pastors is particularly small.

On the other side, the White Knight was ordered to surround the survivors who were still conscious, and Tel Aviv checked them one by one for the plague.

López was watching intently, when suddenly there was a burst of sounds from beside him, and instinctively made him quickly turn around to observe the situation.

It turned out that it was just a comatose Milo who woke up.

Her eyes looked a little confused, but she still had some impressions of López.

Obviously, Milo is not in the mood for small talk right now.

After a long silence, López turned around and picked up the box on horseback, and then gently opened it, and inside was Carmen's axe: "Sorry, this is the only thing I can do, I think, his soul will definitely ascend to heaven." ”

"Thank you. A slight trembling voice made her face even darker.

Then, she raised her trembling hands and hugged the box tightly, as if she was silently muttering, Daddy.

Yes, that's the only gift civilians can receive in war.