Geson's hound came out of the small canyon in a very embarrassed way, and his pure black oily fur was bald in two places, and there were faint bright red scars.

A gray shadow flew out of the small canyon and swooped down on Gerson's hounds. Grey Shadow's lunge was so fast that Charles narrowed his eyes to see its trajectory.

It was a large eagle with a wingspan of more than one and a half meters, its two sharp claws had been opened, and the fleeing hound was its prey.

But the next performance of Gesen's hound surprised Charles, who constantly changed the direction of his running, occasionally jumped and stopped, dodged the pounce of the gray shadow twice in a row, and occasionally rushed into the woods where Bourne and the others were hiding.

The falcon let out an angry chirp and made an arc across the trees, hovering over the sky.

"It turns out that the Revenant's pet is a falcon, so it's no wonder we can't get rid of them. ”

"Captain, what now, the enemy will surely see what we are up to...... Gerson, haven't you ever spotted this falcon?"

When Foreman and the others saw the gray shadow in the sky, they were immediately a little panicked, and they were worried about the battle that was about to start, the battle had not yet begun, and the details of their side had been known by the enemy, how could this battle be fought?

"What if the enemy notices our intentions, either let the bait go away, or come and fight us like knights now, instead of biting us with cold arrows. ”

Gesen didn't care about the complaints of his comrades, he just smeared his dog with wound medicine, hugged its neck and gently stroked its fur, and there was a cold murderous aura brewing in his sea-blue eyes.

Byrne looked up at the hovering falcon through the gap in the leaves, and asked in a deep voice, "Geson, can you get rid of which falcon?"

"Why deal with him, as long as the Revenant dies, it will suffer greatly, and finally die a lonely death...... "Gerson said lightly, as if it would be cheaper to kill the falcon now.

"Geson, the two of us can't necessarily kill that hunter, and if that falcon is still alive, all our sacrifices will be worthless. ”

"I'm sorry Captain, it's flying too high, I can't hit it, I can't ......fly," Gerson still kept his head down, the corners of his mouth turned up as if he were sneering.

"Then let your dog go out and lure it down, the falcon has seen blood, and it is enraged by your dog, and it will pounce on it. ”

Gerson slowly raised his head, first at Byrne, then at Charles, the corners of his mouth twitching twice, looking very angry.

Byrne didn't care about Gesen's anger at all, he said very seriously: "Gesen, you should understand what is the most important thing for us now, we are ready to sacrifice at any time, you should do what you have to do now...... And not this dog who is here to comfort you!"

The fire in Gerson's eyes flickered suddenly, and then extinguished again, and he didn't say anything in the end, just hugged his dog, rubbed his forehead against the dog's neck, and made an unexplained "hum" sound in his mouth, as if he was talking, and like crying.

The black hound also let out a "whine" wail, as if he also knew that he was going to say goodbye to his master.

Everyone present was very moved by this scene, and the severed finger had begun to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, even Charles felt that it was not a taste in his heart.

"Go, try to live!" Gerson patted the hound on the head and said goodbye softly.

The black hound did not hesitate at all, the wind rushed out, and in an instant it flashed out of the woods, and at the moment of rushing out of the woods, it jumped up, and the dog's head looked at the sky crookedly, and Charles saw it, and felt like the mouth cannon Connor who liked to provoke his opponent in his previous life.

At the same time, Gerson, who was in the woods, picked up his large musket and pulled something out of the fine leather bag at his waist.

Charles could see it clearly, it was a bullet that exuded a special energy aura, a bullet with a few patterns on the metal bullet.

"Click"

With the bullet in his stomach, Gesen knelt on one leg, with a big gun on his shoulder, calmly aiming at his pet dog who was jumping around and peeing on the field.

The falcon, which had been hovering in the sky, was very cautious and kept hovering high in the sky, but when the black hound left the distance of about six or seven hundred meters from the woods, it finally could not stand the naked provocation of the hound, and its wings were retracted and swooped down.

The black hound sensed the falcon's anger, so he played more happily, the unpredictable change of position, the leap and bite of the dog jumping over the wall, and the strange dodge like the dog turning over, let the falcon flutter into the air again and again, and gradually attracted the falcon to the woods of Charles and others.

Gerson's fingers had been running on the trigger of the gun for a long time, but he had never fired the final shot, and he wanted to find the best chance of both worlds.

Byrne stood behind Gerson's side and said in a deep voice, "Best chance...... It's the moment when the falcon gets it!"

The green tendons on Gerson's forehead twitched twice, and his face flushed slightly, but his hand was still steady, and the crosshair of the big gun was always tracking the hound.

While everyone's attention was on the Hound and the Falcon, Charr's interest was all on the big gun in Gerson's hand.

The shape of this big gun is the style of the modern large-caliber black powder musket in the previous life of the Charles, the shape of the gun looks bulky and rough, but the workmanship is very fine, and the two engraving patterns extending from the butt to the muzzle are very smooth, and there is a dynamic power beauty.

Charles looked at the two smooth patterns, and felt as if they were faintly shimmering, and there was an aura of energy similar to the bullet just now.

Charles's heart fluttered slightly.

"This is the Spirit Spear, one of the most powerful long-range weapons in the world, but why should I ....... it? So resistant?"

"Whew.... Whew...."

A terrible howl drew Charles's eyes to the woods, and when he turned his head, he saw the black hound being pounced on by the falcon, and the four dogs kicked and kicked at high frequency, and their long mouths opened to show their fangs, constantly tearing at the falcon.

But the falcon was very agile, and its sharp beak kept pecking at the black hound's body, and its two sharp claws also pressed the hound's back.

The green tendons on Gesen's forehead began to beat incessantly, and his wheezing gradually showed signs of unsteadiness.

Finally, the falcon grasped its prey, and its two long wings began to flapp, and it was about to take the hound away in the air, and at this moment, its form was noticeably sluggish.

"Buzz!"

"Bang!"

The two patterns on the spear of spiritual power flashed violently, and the energy aura contained in it fluctuated violently, emitting a dull hum, and then the crisp sound of the bullet out of the chamber resounded through the field.

The aftermath of this energy aura fluctuation swept through the nearby Charles, and in an instant, it activated a hidden point in the depths of his body.

"Buzz!"

A voice that only Charles himself could hear thundered in his head, a flood of consciousness information and power that broke through an invisible shackle and flooded his entire body.

A large amount of vague memory knowledge was magically restored to clarity, and it was quickly absorbed by Charles's brain, making Charles feel a little brain crash for a while.

Suddenly, Charles's vision changed, and a clear trajectory suddenly appeared, like a shining meteor suddenly crossed in the dark night, the source of the trajectory was the spiritual power spear in Gesen's hand, the flickering stars were dispersing from the gun, and the two smooth lines turned dim.

The other end of the clear trajectory stretched into the distance, and the target was the falcon that was about to take off without realizing it.

Now Charr's vision presents a special situation, a familiar colorful picture is superimposed on the original optical field of view of Charles in a translucent way, clear and distinct, and tacitly integrated.

Charles blinked, the colorful overlay disappeared, the vision returned to normal, and then blinked again, and the magical picture reappeared.

Charles turned his head to look at the people around him, and saw that Byrne and Gerson were clearly different from the others.

"Psychic Vision...... Hehehe!

After nearly ten years, Charles Chevalier, the former genius transcendent of the Kingdom of Florence, regained his spiritual vision without the help of any potions.