Jessica Jones was in very bad health at this time, with a bunch of wounds on her body, and her coat was torn into a puddle of rags by the walking corpse and hung on her body.

The dense number of wounds made her look like she was from a horror movie.

A few hazy rays of light pierced through the dark labyrinth, and the axe left several marks on the walls as the battle continued.

And the light came, but it wasn't a sign of hope.

Now that she had no way back, with the hard walls behind her, she had exhausted all the corners of the labyrinth. The corpses on the ground also spread every inch of the labyrinth.

Now there is only one way left to go.

Jessica's attack gave the hermetically sealed labyrinth a ventilated place, but the air didn't do much to help her tired body.

At most, it cleared her mind a little.

She was still in front of her, but she could already see the end of the walking corpse.

It's just that the number of walking corpses in front of her still makes her desperate.

The ground was already covered with disgusting corpses, and Jessica Jones felt a deep panic in the stench environment, as if she had been manipulated into attacking innocents.

The iron fist that was powerless to stop broke her heart.

Her feet were covered in sticky paste, and every movement seemed to drain all her strength.

At this moment, she finally realized the desperation of the attacked person before facing death.

Slightly weakly waving his hand to reveal his arm bones, the axe in his palm also showed some small cracks.

"Is that how it feels?"

Jessica said in a weak voice, too much flesh had been ripped from her body under the attack of the walking corpse.

The legs had lost a lot of weight, and they were covered with jagged bite marks, like a roast leg of lamb that had been bitten by mistake, and the fibers of the meat bounced up, which was a little disgusting.

The buttocks were already visible to the pelvis, and the rest of the flesh was scattered on the ground with the fallen corpses.

Even a long head of hair had fallen off her head at this time, which had been pulled off by the walking corpse and part of her scalp.

At this time, she is like a alopecia areata.

"Come on!"

Jessica yelled at the approaching walking corpses in front of her, who had a hard time maneuvering on the corpses of their kind.

From time to time, they will fall to the ground, and then be trampled to the ground by the guys behind them, turning into corpses.

There are still many more walking corpses.

Jessica swung the axe out of her hand with all her might, but she lost the muscles in her forearm and let the weapon go!

On the sacred mountain of Harlogas, Luke was absentmindedly coping with Madalk's training, his eyes fixed on the projection above his head.

Jessica's tragic condition fell into his eyes, making his body tense.

Madolph just looked at him without saying a word, as if he wasn't going to remind him to focus on training.

"Ancestor Madoc, does she still have a chance to come out alive?"

Luke's voice was so small that it was almost drowned out by the wind.

"I don't know, and neither does Orak. Now only she knows if she can or if she can come out. ”

Madolph tried to hand Luke a bottle of wine, but there was no treasure left in the place that he knew.

"You'd never say such twists and turns, so she's dying?"

A smile appeared on Luke's face, and he said in disappointment.

And Bruce Wayne, who was observing everything on the Holy Mountain, was also nervous, life should not pass easily.

He's struggling.

Not far away, on the peak, Orak sat cross-legged on the ground, a corbel slowly roasting in the fire that rose in front of him.

Orak didn't like Jessica Jones as the heir, even if it was entrusted to him by Bourkeso.

Just watching a life gradually pass by in the secret realm will also make this god of war feel lost.

"Are sinners worth living?"

Orak would always repeat that, and he didn't quite understand it all the time.

Especially after he died, he had a long time to think about this question, but as he thought about it, he felt more and more confused.

"What level of sinner is he? The kind that deserves to die if you take the initiative to commit evil deeds? Or the kind that has to commit to the dark in order to survive? ”

Banar looked at Orak in front of him with red eyes.

"Come on, Orark! People always have to die. Whatever she does? You have never done anything evil, and you are still dead? And the death is still very miserable, do you think you deserve to die? ”

Banar grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth that were a little too sharp.

The dark red beard continued to rise and fall as he spoke.

"Trials, always. The recruits died the same in my secret realm, and I was never lost. ”

Orak didn't turn to look at Banar behind him, but lowered his head to make his body look smaller.

"I really don't understand why you're babbling about what's already happening? Aren't you on good terms with fate? He hasn't taught you to fit in? ”

Banal drew a pair of machetes and waved them wildly.

"Fate always observes silently and never sets foot in change."

Orac said as if he were paraphrasing someone else's words.

These are the words of Isseriel, the Archangel of Destiny and Balance.

Iseriel always stood in a neutral position and tried to find a solution to the problem.

But he doesn't dabble in change and rarely takes action.

Even though he has always been involved in the battle against demons, he has never told anyone about the final outcome of the Battle of Eternal Marks.

He was like a marionette, withdrawn and silent.

"Can he really know everything? It was as if he had long expected that Masayr would be a threat. ”

Banar is suspicious of Isseriel's power.

It's like a fortune teller, if everything he says can change, then what's the point of everything he says?

If everything he says is predestined, then it makes no sense for him to say it either.

Banar didn't believe in fate, which he didn't value as the stones that could be found everywhere.

"Yseriel doesn't understand human nature, he's just looking for balance."

Orak flipped the corbel over on the fire and said casually.

"his archangels! Orark! I just know what you want to do and do it, will you regret the fight with Hamerin? ”

Banar swung his twin knives and slashed at Orak's shoulder.

With a cacophony of metal grinding, Orak single-handedly held the Blade of the God of War and directed the twin blades towards the ground at his side.

"I'm not going to be convinced by you, like I never convinced you."

Orak stood up, his massive figure completely enveloping Banar.

"But I can convince you!"

Orac roared, and a shockwave extinguished the flames, blowing the snow off the ground, revealing the Recruit's Hand Axe stuck in the rocks.

These were the weapons of the recruits who wanted to be his heirs at the time, and each axe represented the loss of a life.

Instead of dying in battle with demons, these recruits remained in his difficult secret realm.

"Come on!"

Banar's roar caused saliva to pop out of his mouth, and he charged at Orak in an unguarded manner!

This kind of battle has long been accustomed to the two of them, and it happens every time someone is about to die in Orark's trials.

This conversation between the two has been going on for hundreds of years.

……

In one of the rooms of the Hesin institution, something is changing.

"Silas Victoria. Now you're my child. ”

Accardo gave a strange smile to Lady Victoria, who had just woken up in front of her.

Or rather, no matter what time it was, Accardo's smile had a strange and evil aura.

It's even a little crazy.

"What's wrong with me!?"

Miss Victoria, who had just woken up, was trying to remember what had happened.

As an ordinary person, he rashly intervened in the transcendent world, was taken hostage by a vampire in a priest's costume, and was then asked by Acade in front of him if he was a virgin.

The moment she answered in the affirmative, her chest was pierced by a large-caliber pistol.

"Shouldn't I be dead?"

Silas behaves like a naïve girl, and as a police officer, she is not qualified at all.

But perhaps it was this innocence that gave her a new life under Accardo's hands,

At this time, even if she became a pure vampire, she did not show any merits worthy of attention.

Maybe it's a good look.

"Accardo, the S.H.I.E.L.D. guys have come here, saying they want to use our power to destroy the vampires."

Intergula crossed his right arm and said in a cold tone.

Her ridicule was not hard to hear from her words.

S.H.I.E.L.D. always wants to control everything, but it has long caused dissatisfaction among organizations in the world.

Helsing is no exception.

"I do as you ask, master."

Accardo left Silas, who was still dazed, and said to Intergula.

The relationship between him and Intergula is delicate, and both of them are difficult to define.

Accardo smiled brightly, took off his blood-red hat and placed it on his chest, and bowed.

A few crimson eyes opened in the shadows on the ground, making the room a lot colder in an instant.

"Let's deal with the things around us first, those guys aren't worth putting too much effort into. If necessary, you will be mobilized. ”

Intergula turned around, she didn't plan to get too involved in Accardo's training of her "daughter".

She can completely trust Accardo, and this trip is just to find someone to relieve her inner emotions.

Recently, vampire time in the UK has become more frequent, and Intergula is feeling a little stressed.

As Helsing's neighbor, she will not rashly intervene in the battle of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Or she hopes that S.H.I.E.L.D. can learn to respect other existences in the process of continuous losses, and only respect is the beginning of cooperation.

Coulson's arrival was just the first step in respect, and Nick Fury's respect was never enjoyable.

Hesin will not sit idly by, but help will only be valuable when it is really needed.

Accardo watched Intergula leave with a smile on his face, and then a red glint flashed in his eyes.

Silas was still groping for wounds, and she felt like she was about to know something terrible.

……

"This place is very abnormal. This door I can't even kick open, and the bloodstained car.

Even the faint stench coming from the place was a reminder to be careful.

Sin is everywhere, and danger can come at any time.

The stench was not the smell of rotting corpses, but it always made me feel the presence of sin, and this contradictory feeling even made me a little trance.

I don't know why, or what's being hidden here, but I haven't seen the truth yet. ”

The homeless man sitting on the bench curled up, carefully writing in a brown notebook.

There was a big difference between his performance and that of a normal homeless man, but the wooden card made those differences less remarkable.

The guy who advocates the doctrine of doomsday has a little cerebral palsy, how can human beings know the trajectory of fate?

Even if there were people who could predict the future, those people would not let themselves be exposed.

His body huddled in front of him as if curled up, his legs on the stool, his knees blocking the notebook, making the gesture of writing less inconspicuous.

He had seen the agents watching from afar, so he had made himself act more like a normal tramp.

There may be something wrong with the word "performance", he is a tramp himself, just not so normal.

So it's not much of a notable thing for a homeless guy trying to break down a door and look for some chance of survival.

It's just that he couldn't kick the door open.

The blacksmith made him feel like he was being guided at first, but that feeling shifted with Bourkeso's departure.

He understood in an instant that the feeling that drew him to him came from Bourkeso.

On the first day of a long observation, the goal was determined.

The homeless man glanced at his surroundings again, then walked in the direction he had come, taking the graffiti-like wooden sign that read "The End of the World" written on it.

He carefully avoided the gaze of the agent not far away, allowing himself to act like a normal tramp.

It's just that his pace is a little nervous.

He's just an ordinary human being, and although he has some skills, he can't ignore danger.

Discreet concealment is his way of survival.

The ground in front of the blacksmith shop made him extremely uneasy, even angry.

He will always be angry, but more often than not, sorrow is born out of anger.

Now he was going to follow that attraction-like feeling to Bourquetso.

He felt that he could get the answer from Bourkeso's recent changes.

Even if he doesn't know Bourkeso's name yet, he doesn't know what Bourkeso stands for.

But "never compromise" isn't it?

Nothing could stop him but death.