The flood will drown people because people who are hit head-on by the flood will always be crushed to the bottom of the water by the terrifying water, and even the weaker people will be directly knocked out by the water, and they will not even have a chance to struggle.

And this kind of flood water that pours all the way from the surface of the river on the basis of a river has a small possibility of avoiding the frontal impact of the flood, that is, diving underwater.

But even after being embedded underwater, people have no way to control their bodies, so they can only go with the flow and resign themselves to fate.

Xiu was about to dive underwater, but the swift flood that exceeded his imagination threw him high into the air. In mid-air, he even saw the boulder he had been leaning on collapsing in the torrent.

The deafening flood swept through everything that stood in its way with the shaking of the valleys on both sides, breaking countless bulging stones and smoothing the craggy stone walls, and the flood crashed against the stone walls on both sides, rolling up the murky waves high and then slamming back into the river to stir up more ferocious currents, and then rushing towards the stone walls again. The turbulent torrent seemed to unleash its violence on the whole world, tearing frantically at the wreckage of the forests and the fragments of the earth that it had plundered along the way, destroying and washing away everything it came across, and the two tiny human beings who were engulfed in it were nothing at all, or even the targets of the flood's destruction.

In the face of such a disaster, they are too inconspicuous, and they only incidentally become part of the spoils of the torrent.

With all his efforts, he tried to grasp what he could, but his fingers could only be hung off the stone wall by the torrent again and again, or even slide away without grabbing. He tried to hang something with a net, but the rope was hung up. In the end, the two powerless people who were almost deprived of consciousness in the torrent could only hug each other tightly, going with the flow and rising and falling, unable to help themselves.

The only thing they could do was to poke their heads out of the water with all their might, breathing with all their might.

At this moment, it is obviously from the morning when the sun is rising, but the world is as dark as a black and white dream. The sight gradually lost its color, the body lost its strength, and the flood lost its coldness.

Their bodies have begun to slowly become stiff.

I don't know how long it took, but the boy only vaguely felt that the squeeze of the flood seemed to become wider all of a sudden...

Yes, it just feels wide.

The flood was still so rapid, but it didn't seem to be that big. It was as if he had rushed into some wide place at once, and the water could no longer be turbulent, and the waves could not be lifted.

There seems to be something expansive that encompasses it.

But Xiu couldn't open his eyes, even to take another look. His body was largely out of his control.

He let the power that slowly dissipated slowly push himself to float where he didn't know where it was, without a little struggle or effort.

All struggles are in vain, and all efforts are in vain. He didn't have the strength to do those things anymore.

Feeling his body that seemed to sink at any time, he finally felt whether the net rope hanging on his body still had the weight of the girl.

But he no longer knows, is not sure, whether she is still alive.

He didn't dare to confirm, he didn't dare to test, he didn't even have the courage to try to open his eyes.

He was afraid that if that really happened... There was absolutely no way for him to forgive himself.

At this moment, he suddenly wondered if there was really a god in this world, a god who watched everything and loved everything. If he had, he must have asked him, with all his anger, why the gods never came to his aid.

But what he knew was that there was no such god in this world, only a god who was waving a butcher's knife at humans at all times, without any mercy.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to throw away everything, throw away everything, no matter where he was now, no matter what he was experiencing now... No, it's not a cry, he's going to cry all the time. Cry until you can't cry anymore.

Why did he have to suffer this, why did all these things happen to him!

He felt his body settle in a soft mud.

The river came and went, but it didn't have the initial turbulence, but it seemed like a microwave on the riverbank.

Stiff breathing alternated with trembling breathing, and a great ache suddenly poured into his nose. He could feel the warmth slip from the corners of his eyes to his ears. He gritted his teeth so hard that he didn't let himself make a sound, but his teeth chattered occasionally were a little irrepressible.

He took a deep breath of air that he couldn't feel the temperature, and with the last of his strength, he used his palm little by little, inch by inch to prop himself up into the muddy heights.

Until he can no longer feel the control of his body, until he can't even squirm his lips.

However, the only thing he could feel was that the small body was still on his body, not lost.

I'm sorry...

When the thought came to his mind, his thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

Francis, who looked like a frightened beast, slammed the quilt off his body against the wall and suddenly got up, and the cold sweat like rain had soaked every corner of his body at some point.

He now looks more like he's just finished a workout from training than he's washed up and slept for a while.

Forcibly pressed to endure the uneasiness in his heart, took off his wet clothes, and pushed the doors and windows open with his naked upper body.

In March, the town has quietly entered spring. But this year's spring seems to have come a little later than usual, and the snow and ice of winter have not begun to melt until a few days ago, so that the temperature in spring is even more bitter than in winter.

But Francis didn't seem to feel the slightest warmth.

His muscular body was outlined in the faint light of the town's fire, and a thin mist was faintly evaporating under the cold night wind.

After a long while, he pressed his heart little by little, and said to himself with bitterness, "I knew it would be like this, and I would definitely change the method." Either way, I'm going to do it another way..."

His voice became more and more silent, more and more low, until finally, with longing and regret, turned into a name that had haunted his dreams for eight years.

"Vera, I'm sorry..."

He suddenly had a crazy idea, and then laughed at himself, "Maybe it's still too late?" ”

He thought about it very seriously for a long, long time, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt that this was completely unreasonable, unreasonable, and even likely to be wasted.

But in the end, with a little crazy laugh, he said, "Anyway, I've been impulsive for a lifetime, and it's not bad this time." ”

He grabbed the robe hanging in the doorway and pushed it open.

But at this time, the town's bell tower was struck rapidly, and Francis's face sank instantly.

A three-person team of Celestial Destiny Knights hurriedly arrived, and when they saw Francis, before they arrived, they were already shouting from afar and reporting the situation while running "Sir Francis!" Honkai... The Honkai Beast Tide is coming to town! ”

Francis strode towards the knight.

"Give me your name, knight!"

"The subordinate is Sita, the seventh squad of the Eighth Brigade of the First Knights! The Legion Elder has given orders to the three of us, asking us to report to you on the movement of the Broken Tide! ”

Francis's voice was extremely low, "Didn't your First Legion go to stop the Honkai, why do you still have the power of the Honkai!" ”

"We rushed straight in front of the Honneak Dead Warrior who was in charge and captured it, and we didn't engage much in the battle, and we were going to clean it up after that, but..."The Sita Knight was obviously very tired from the long run, and he gasped for several breaths before he answered, "There are too many...", he gasped and said with difficulty, "There are too many of them, the Legion Leader even used the squad formation to intercept them, but after losing the Emperor Dead Warrior who was in charge, the entire Honkai power was scattered!" They are everywhere like locusts, and we can't kill them all, and even when our horses run and collapse, and all the blades of our swords can't stop them... We're too few of them compared to them..."

"Tsk," Francis' brow furrowed, "how many are coming here." ”

"About... Four thousand..."

"Four thousand!" Francis couldn't help but chuckle, "Your legion commander cleaned up the dead like this?" ”

When he had finished speaking, he walked straight away from the knight.

"Your Excellency, we... What are we going to do? ”

Franceston stopped.

Looking back at him, "It's simple, defeat them." ”

The knight subconsciously lost his voice, "Sir, that's a crowd of nearly four thousand dead soldiers!" ”

"But you are the First Knights of the Mandate of Heaven, the elite legion of the elite legions!" Francis replied, "Is it just 4,000 dead men that make you afraid?" ”

"But!" The knight's words were seriously out of tune: "Now this is a serious lack of our defenses!" There are only about 200 people in the town now, and there are only 30 knights who can fight! What remained were more than a hundred ordinary people in logistics, and more than eighty seriously wounded wounded! His hands danced up and down, and he didn't know where to put them, "Even if we can solve a hundred Honkai dead by ourselves, what about the remaining thousand." Let ordinary people face it? Or the seriously wounded? ”

Francis looked at him deeply, "Then do you want me to give the order to retreat?" ”

"We should immediately transfer the wounded and let ordinary people leave with the wounded, and we should leave the broken ... So that even if we die, at least the wounded can continue to fight..."

"Do you think we can't beat those things?" Francis was already a little impatient.

"Sir Kaslana!" The knight anxiously called Francis by his last name, "When we are involved in the battle, we have no extra energy to protect ordinary people!" They're going to die! The knight anxiously persuaded, "We don't have time to argue, the dead are approaching at any time..."

"My daughter is still here." Francis said calmly.

The town's bells were ringing more and more quickly, symbolizing that the dead were getting closer, even closer to the perimeter of the town's walls.

"Knight, what's your name?" Francis did not seem to sense the urgency of the bell, and instead asked for the knight's name.

"Sita." The knight replied simply, and his heart became more and more anxious.

"You shouldn't have been in the First Knights for long."

"I was originally part of the Eighth Knights, and I was transferred to the First Knights four months ago."

"Then it's no wonder." Francis smiled, "Come with me, I'll let you all live." ”

Francis turned and walked away.

"But—" The knight wanted to say something, but his obedience made him grit his teeth and keep up with Francis.

"Deliver my orders to all men to evacuate the wall, and not to fight the dead in the wall. The walls of this town are too low to withstand a single jump from a dead man. Francis said calmly, "Concentrate all your forces in the square in front of the town church, arrange the wounded and ordinary people in, give the ordinary people all the gunpowder and guns, and let them line up on the church for fire suppression." Sita wanted to say something, but Francis snapped out, "Order, Knight Sita!" ”

The knight gritted his teeth and waved his hand for his companion to convey the order.

The two hurried to the church, and unlike Sita's agitation, Francis seemed relaxed.

When they reached the door, Captain Lynn, who had been waiting at the door of the church, was already waiting for him with Francis's horse and a pair of guns, and when he saw Francis approaching, he was about to hand these things to him, but Francis gently pushed away.

"That's not what we're going to use this time." "That's not enough," Francis said. ”

"Could it be—" Lynn thought of something, and a hint of fanatical adoration flashed in her eyes.

Francis did not answer, but stood at the door of the church with his hands down, his head slightly bowed, and his eyebrows slightly raised, like an ancient Greek stone sculpture.

The town's bells became more and more hurried, until at last after a violent crash, the bells fell silent.

This means that the dead have entered the town and are looking for life. The alarm bells of war have already strained everyone's nerves. Humans quickly rallied at the entrance of the church, whether it was the wounded or the guards. They all had swords in their hands, they were dressed in iron armor, and their eyes were as sharp as knives.

Francis suddenly noticed the figure of a little girl among the reassembled knights. The gray hair like him, the blue eyes like him, and even the stubbornness in his bones are the same as him.

But when the girl noticed his eyes, she turned her head away from him, not wanting to look at him.

The Greek statue seemed to tremble at this moment.

He sighed and spoke to the knight beside him.

"Sita, do you know one reason why I don't want to retreat?" He tidied up his clothes to make himself look neater and more decent. In front of him, the torches in the hands of the assembled knights reflected the flames in his eyes.

Sita shook his head.

"Externally, I am a resigned legion commander who does not accept responsibility; Internally, I'm an irresponsible Kaslana patriarch..."

The knight's heart was so impatient that he almost wanted to speak, but he wanted to stop talking.

"And for my daughter... I am an irresponsible father. He suddenly laughed to himself, "I'm terrible right now." ”

"But now, at least I'm going to make a difference for my daughter."

"I don't want my daughter to see his father fighting for the first time on his way away. I can't afford to lose this man. ”

The faint sound of rolling sand and the panting of a dry throat came from outside the town, intermingled with some wails of longing for life.

"Traces of the dead have been found! Get ready for street fighting! The captain of the guard squad at the front shouted.

Francis calmly gave the order, "Everyone stand back and lean on the church group to defend their positions!" Ordinary people fire remotely! Get ready to clean up the missing dead! ”

"Yes—" The knights just responded, but they felt something was wrong.

Cleaning up the omissions? Isn't that the work that took place after the defeat of the dead?

But that's not the beginning yet.

Before they could understand anything, they saw Francis slowly walking out of the queue.

His hands reached into the hems of his robes and pulled out a pair of silver-white metal pistols with flames from the sides of his legs.

Just the moment when the pistol appeared, almost all the knights were fascinated by it.

With such metal and such shapes, his handcuffs look like old antiques compared to him.

In the alley in front of Francis, dark and distorted figures gradually emerged, some with a swollen chest like a ball, some with fangs as long as arrows, some arms as thick as wood, and some even lost their human form.

When they saw the man coming towards them, they froze for a moment, as if they were afraid of something. But then the thirst for life made them even more frantic and pounced on Francis.

Francis exhaled lightly, turning into a puff of white smoke that dispersed around his lips.

The metal firearm in his hand began to brew with a blazing red flame.

Stand obediently and wait for the sanction of the flames.

He raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger with his fingers. A dazzling red light erupted from the muzzle of the gun, streaking through an extremely long trajectory, instantly penetrating the barely considered eye sockets of the dead men at the front, and then penetrating the bodies of seven or eight dead men again before finally dissipating.

This is not the end, the body of the dead man who was hit suddenly became stiff, and after struggling and trembling and twisting his broken body, the wound began to quickly turn into pitch-black ashes. It was as if it was burned up by flames in an instant.

The muzzles of Francis's twin guns began to spew fireworks one after another, as if they had picked a withered dried flower as if they were passing through the garden.

The attacking dead were not afraid of any of the effects of death, and their frenzied screams of despair and despair were like waves of rotten flesh ferociously trying to suppress a flame from Francis. But Francis did not retreat, he instead advanced step by step against the wave, the fireworks of the twin weapons in his hand became more and more intense, and in the end, the trigger he directly held down was no longer released, and the flames fired were like a pair of huge Kaslana long swords, he was facing the wave of dead soldiers from a distance of more than ten meters, waving Kaslana's swordsmanship!

No, there are many subtle differences with swordsmanship, and there are even many moves that swordsmanship should not exist or can't do. This is something that only the body of Kaslana's direct bloodline can support

"Kaslana's spear fighting—" Lynn sighed in admiration and contentment.

She walked over to Sita's side and whispered, "Do you know why your Legion Commander is so relieved to leave only thirty men to guard the camp?" ”

The knight looked at the battle belonging to Francis alone with a shocked face, and did not react at all.

"Because Kaslana's current guardian is here. He alone is a legion, what kind of excess power do you want. The people who stayed here all helped him with chores and finishes. ”

Francis was already covered with fluttering ashes, and at his feet lay the burning wreckage. The glow of the metal guns was blooming, and the temperature around the body was quietly becoming hot. Before the ashes could hit the ground, the wind swept up into the air even more violently, and Francis looked like an ash messenger from hell, crushing these things that should have gone to hell in the world.

Holding the grip of the handcuff at her waist in one hand and the hilt of her sword in the other, she was ready to face a tough battle, but now she only looked at the man in front of her who had single-handedly stopped the wave of destruction with her mouth wide open in shock, and she could hardly believe that this was her father.

But the power of the dead man is still advancing, even though Francis almost swings the long sword into a light curtain, but the power of the dead man is still pressing in step by step, forcing the distance of the light saber step by step.

When the tide of the dead man's flesh finally managed to roll in front of Francis, and the rotten breath poured into his nostrils, Francis suddenly closed the handle of the gun in his hand, and held the handle of the gun with both hands, as if swinging a giant sword, and slashed it out as if swinging a giant sword!

And the guns really turned into red-hot giant swords, with a breathtaking temperature, splitting the crumbling flesh tide to pieces, and the broken limbs tumbled into the sky, turning into ashes in the air!

At this time, a few unhit dead soldiers rolled in front of the knights who were still in shock, and after being slashed by the awakened knights, the squad leaders hurriedly gave the order to fire at the tide of dead soldiers.

Violent gunshots rang out sporadically from the roof of the church, and it was obvious that not many ordinary people woke up from the scene just now, and very few reacted. But after these few shots, they finally remembered their duties and re-prepared for the next round of shooting.

Otto stared blankly at the indestructible figure like the god of war at the window in the church, and suddenly there were some strange colors and longing in Francis's eyes.

It is not known how much of this figure affected Kalen, but Otto felt that he might never forget this figure in his life. Read the latest chapter of "Kaslana's Knight Claw Book House in Honkai World" for free for the first time. 88106 .