With a proud look on their chests, the swordsmen with the Order of the Blue Sparrow on their chests pushed "Orlando" into the underground storage room of the second tower, and then locked the door from the outside. Two swordsmen were left standing in the doorway, and the rest of the swordsmen were in charge of driving out the ordinary people who poured in.

All they had to do was wait for Master Scott to come. With Master Scott on the second floor, the swordsmen had no fear that Orlando would be able to escape from here.

Taking a step back, it would have been the same without Scott. Various witchcraft that detects the vitality of life and soul vitality have shown that Orlando's physical strength and vitality are as weak as candle flames, and they are still fading.

Not to mention escaping, if the execution is a little later, I'm afraid Orlando himself will die inside.

"Elukado, help me take off the blindfold."

As soon as everyone had left, Roland whispered in a weak voice.

After about three or four seconds, Roland felt two arms as cold and warm as jade reach out from behind him and gently caress Roland's cheeks.

Roland didn't speak, just kept his weak breath in the dark space, tilted the center of his body backwards, and leaned into Elukado's arms.

The feeling of weakness he had never felt before made Roland's hands unable to clench, and he did not even dare to sit down.

With Roland's current physical state, if he sits down, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand up at all.

The effect of blood sugar loss is much more effective than Roland imagined. Even if his physique had already exceeded ten points, under the erosion of blood sugar, Roland, who had suffered severe blood loss, was already on the verge of dying.

As long as you fall asleep, you probably won't wake up - the same. Edward, trapped in Roland's body, was also completely inactivated, and was torn apart and devoured by Roland's plague nest.

But the same. Toxicity from septic blood sugar remains in the blood.

There were now large blue-purple veins on Roland's skin, spreading from his fingertips to his armpits. It spreads from the toes to the knees, and even the waist and back have large cobweb-like lines.

Roland gasped heavily, and after resting for a while, his expression improved slightly.

So he repeated again: "Take off my blindfold." ”

Seeing Roland's weakness at the moment, Elukardo only felt his heart being clenched fiercely.

Elukado sighed deeply and took off her blindfold at Roland's orders.

However, even with the blindfold removed, Roland's vision was still pitch black.

It may not be entirely accurate to say that it was pitch black - Roland could still faintly see some dim candlelight flickering at the edge of his vision, but his pupils could not capture anything.

“…… Elukado, I finally know...... That's how people feel when they're dying. ”

Roland chuckled. The body gradually strengthened, and he stood up strongly.

His eyes glazed and his lips trembled. His body trembled with cold, his blood rotted, and his bones rotted.

There had never been a moment when Roland had been so close to death. There has never been a moment when Roland could understand death so concretely.

"It's not something cool, it's not cool at all."

In a dry and hoarse voice, Roland spit out word by word at a very slow pace: "Death is not art. Not a gift, not a compliment, not a prank...... It's not anything nice. ”

"To die is to die, and to die is to have nothing. There is only pain and endless cold inside. A...... A feeling of weakness that shrinks inward. A sense of nothingness from which the reason for existence is denied, the creativity of life and the height truncated from it. ”

Roland's pupils dilated weakly, but his eyes were surprisingly clear, as if there was a flickering light inside.

His voice was weak and steady: "But. I still glorify death. ”

"Elukado, I ask you...... What do you think is the value of death? ”

Faced with Roland's sudden inquiry. Elukado couldn't help but be stunned.

After thinking for a while, she tentatively replied, "It's because ...... Can people who live miserable lives have the right to change? ”

"Huh...... Maybe. ”

Roland chuckled. Noncommittal.

Breaking free from Elukado's embrace, Roland groped his way forward slowly. Seeing this, Elukado hurriedly walked over, lifted Roland's shackles, and helped Roland to the spiraling staircase.

Roland didn't let the sword wizard at the door come and carry himself to the second floor.

He walked towards the execution ground before he received the notice of his execution, and stepped up the stairs with slow, heavy steps.

With each step, Roland felt the bones of his whole body tremble, his nerves ached, and his muscles trembled weakly, as if they were about to fall off his bones.

With such a weak but determined step, Roland climbed resolutely towards the second floor. There were only dozens of steps, but Roland walked up for more than ten minutes.

Elukado did not return to the shadows. She just followed Roland in silence, holding the heavy shackles and following Roland up step by step.

With half an hour left before the execution, Roland finally climbed the thirty-three steps to the second floor.

Even though it was dark in front of him and he couldn't see the road ahead, Roland still judged that there was a door in front of him with his own experience.

As long as he pushed open the wooden gate, there was only the last twenty meters left from his execution ground.

Regardless of the fact that Roland's hands were being shackled behind him at this time - even if Roland's body could still move, under the influence of the dual state of "heavy blood loss" and "weakness", Roland would not have the strength to push open this heavy door.

However, there are always exceptions.

"Elukado, come back."

At the same time as Roland spoke, his health dropped to 0/296 in his field of vision. "Heavy Blood Loss" in the status bar blurred and jumped a square to the right. And where it used to be, the state of "near-death" suddenly jumped out.

【Warning! Your health has been reset to zero! If you take another injury, you will die instantly! 】

【Warning! You are in a near-death state, and if you don't get effective treatment in time, you will die a natural death in ten minutes! 】

At the same time, in Roland's field of vision, the "Moving Scourge" in the trait bar flickered for a moment, and then lit up instantly.

Mobile Scourge (Personal Trait)

Effect: The more severe your injury, the faster you recover; Also, it can still deal full damage even if you get an injury above the critical damage level.

――The phrase "Wherever you go, you die" must be talking about you, but rest assured, villains and mad dogs generally live longer.

Injuries above the critical injury level referred to in the characteristic's effect description are referred to as "Fatal Injury" and "Dying" statuses.

But Roland is severe and has no injuries on his body, so the former will naturally not occur.

However, regardless of the cause of the loss of health, if you do not take damage again after your health reaches zero, you will fall into a near-death state, and the effect of any form of healing will be reduced by 90%. But if you can pull your health back above six in time at this time, you can still climb back from the brink of death. You also get the "Near-Death Experience" trait.

At the same time as triggering the "Mobile Scourge", a pale flame gradually ignited under Roland's eyes.

As the light returned, Roland's vision gradually became clearer, and his ears no longer rumbled.

Feeling an inexplicable power gushing out from the depths of his weakened soul, Roland smiled, and with both hands, he broke the shackles behind him directly.

As the sound of shackles falling to the ground, Roland could hear the crowd outside fall into dead silence for a moment.

In the next second, the sound of the door opening downstairs sounded, and the sound of panicked going upstairs came from Roland's ears.

Ignoring the things, Roland reached out and pushed open the heavy wooden door. The blood-red sunset that poured in at that moment suddenly made Roland's pupils shrink.

"Good evening, everyone."

In the frightened and stunned eyes of everyone, Roland chuckled and stepped out of the door of the warehouse on the second floor and stepped into his own execution ground.

At the same time, an old man dressed in a white gold papal robe stopped and stood outside the large barrier in the fourth ring area of the White Tower, squinting in the direction of the second tower that seemed to lead straight to the sky.

Behind him, the entire Fifth and Sixth Rings were plunged into a sea of golden fire, burning silently. (To be continued.) )