Mason Wyman leaned against the corner of the trench, looking ordinary and thin, and he listened to the sounds around him—a trench without any sound was fundamentally abnormal.

Someone has placed a silent enchantment, it should be a very powerful guy, but this kind of thing has always been friend and foe, these damn chaos, don't they need ears, or their sense of smell can replace everything.

What some damn wild dogs.

Presumably, pulling out the revolver at his waist with his left hand, Masson handed the mirror fragment between his right fingers out of the corner, and there was nothing in the trench behind him, and a shot friendly soldier leaned against the edge of the trench, dead for some time.

My Lord, I am here to pray to you.

Masson leaned against the trench, watching the air in the mirror distort slightly, and seeing the distortion become more and more obvious, he handed the revolver in his left hand out of the trench and pulled the trigger at the empty trench.

In the next second, a chaotic body 'fell' out of the air.

It was a very cunning Chaos, using magic to deceive the visual system that distorted the human eye, but unfortunately it touched the hunter, and Masson pulled the firing pin with his thumb, and the Chaos was still struggling in the trenches, and he had pointed his gun to the other side, but it didn't fire, because a big-headed soldier came out from the other side.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Masson couldn't hear what he was saying.

Eventually, the soldier gave up his speech as well, pointed to the trench behind him, made a cautious and dangerous gesture, and then he turned out of the trench.

He must have been insane, Masson looked at the deserter, and before he could get up, he was hit by a bullet that flew from nowhere, and then fell headlong on the surface.

Masson felt that he couldn't stay here, he handed the mirror out again, the chaos was only left with the instinct of twitching, Masson carefully poked his head out, the psionic vision told him that there was no danger, so he took a cautious step, and when Masson walked by Chaos's side, he pressed his head to the ground, and then slit its neck with a dagger.

Chaos is not entitled to mercy, it is an innocent gift to another innocent, and for a murderer like Chaos, death is the best gift an innocent can give to him.

Then the sound returned to Masson's ears, and he heard the sound of gunfire, the screams and the roar of chaos, and the characteristic explosions and bombardments of the artillery spell falling in front of the line.

It looks like this silent barrier has been broken by your own mage.

Masson, run.

He heard someone calling for himself.

Masson handed the mirror to the top of the trench, and from here he could condescendingly see the side of Chaos, the Chaos were attacking from the back, and the lines on both sides were shooting at those Chaos, which was good news, and the bad news was that he saw that the front end of the left line of defense had engaged Chaos.

Who is telling themselves to retreat?

Masson was puzzled, it was an unfamiliar voice, like a child's voice.

What are you kidding, how can there be a child on this damn battlefield.

Leaning against the trench, Masson looked at the communication trench on his left hand side, where there was a faint sound of footsteps, and switched hands between the revolver and the mirror, and Masson carefully handed them out - two Chaos hounds, the one behind him was chewing on the limbs in his mouth, and he didn't find the hand in front of him, and the side in front found Masson.

Dropping the mirror shard, Masson stroked his left hand over the barrel of the gun, and the sacred inscription began to work under his psionic activation, handing out the gun, and the head of the first Chaos Hound was reduced to pieces under the bombardment of the bullet, and the stupid dog behind was shot by Masson before he could react.

Marson, do you hear me, run!

Someone else called him to run.

Masson looked around in bewilderment, and he saw a group of soldiers running by, but instead of trying to escape, they went to the left side of the line of defense to support.

Masson looked around uneasily, there must be something wrong with this, and he pulled out a small divination bracelet.

I am in mortal danger.

The bracelet was swinging wildly, which reassured Masson - if the divination said that he was not in danger, it was the most dangerous situation, because the divination was artificially interfered with.

- There is a murder against me.

The bracelet didn't swing wildly, just a slight tremor.

Ma Sen was a little relieved - he was a famous Chaos Killer on the front line, if the Chaos on the other side didn't want to kill him, it must be false, the two sides had been fighting for so long, even Ma Sen knew several Chaos Champions and Chaos Priests on the other side.

They knew him, too, because neither side could do anything to the other.

If any of them were involved in the attack, they would definitely kill Masson if they had the chance.

Of course, Marin had the same idea.

- The opposite Chaos has a champion-level existence.

The bracelet spun in circles and looked like a very positive answer.

Thinking about it should be the same, it also makes Masson feel more at ease - such a large-scale counterattack, there will definitely be the existence of Chaos Champions and Priests, and this divination has not been disturbed, which means that all previous divination has not been disturbed.

Thinking of this, Masson turned and stood up, pulling the trigger at the rushing Chaos.

The first Chaos was shot through the chest and fell headlong to the ground.

The second Chaos raised his gun, but while standing on the battlefield and raising his gun, exposing himself to the shooter behind him, Marin didn't pay any attention to him, but pulled the trigger on the third Chaos who was trying to hide behind the rocks, and the latter's head was blown off a piece, and one dodge turned into a headfirst crash into the stone.

The second Chaos fell on his back at this point, and Masson retracted into the trench, laughing and praising the sharpshooters in the rear, as he poured out the cartridge casings in the nest and loaded the revolver one by one.

After loading his bullets, Masson was ready to go to the left side of the line, and before leaving, out of professional reaction, he gave himself one last count.

Are they coming?

Masson! Come on! No! It's too late!

Massen, who heard the voice for the third time, paused for a moment, because he remembered...... It was the voice of his own childhood, his inspiration warning him, and he ...... I didn't expect it at all.

His consciousness was disturbed, as was his divination - the bracelet in his hand remained motionless, and then suddenly began to point at the right trench of Masson.

Turning his head mechanically, Masson looked at the far end of the trench, where around the corner, a middle-aged man with white hair slowly appeared in his field of vision.

Amm Lenson...... You traitor. Masson looked at the man.

He began to understand why Chaos was attacking this section of the line like crazy.

They're looking for him, and they've found him.

Amm Lenson, whose portrait hangs in that gallery, is in front of Masson in fourth place.

He was the first betrayer of Mentor Hoffman's apprentices to embark on the path of chaos.

"Mason Wyman, my little junior brother, long time no see." The man had a satisfied smile on his face: "Counting it up, our mentor should also die, his time is short, so, I came to you, first, to break the damn inheritance, and secondly, to save you from the sea of suffering." ”

His movements were like a clockwork of precision, and every step was like a ruler, and Masson raised the revolver in his hand: "When the mentor picked us up, he had already given us a way to live, and the elder brother was an abandoned baby with a leg disease; The second senior brother is an abandoned baby and has heart disease; The third senior brother is an abandoned baby, his left hand is twisted and distorted, and you ...... You won't laugh at all. ”

"Yes, I didn't laugh before, but after I believed in God, I realized that the world is so beautiful, I can laugh again, and you, after converting to God, can become a real person again." Ma Sen's senior brother stood not far from him: "Don't you want to be a real person, you see, Xiao Liu, Xiao Jiu, Eleven and Fourteen, they are all here today." ”

Masson turned his head and saw that his brothers had blocked every possible path of his retreat.

"Masson, come with me to convert." The red-haired girl looked at him with a smile.

"You've always been behind me before, come here, we're still the best mates." The blonde young man looked excited.

"Marson, you always say that you want to marry me when you grow up, and you don't want to fulfill this wish." The gray-haired woman looked at him.

"Masson, my good brother, come on, don't sacrifice yourself for Hoffman and his sect." Masson's friends of the same age walked up to him.

Ma Sen laughed, in his left eye, the companions in front of him looked like yesterday, but in his right eye, they were completely chaotic, especially the senior sister he used to like the most, she was not even a human anymore.

A Chaos wizard, with the head of a fowl, the body of a feather, and the heart of Chaos, but without everything that Masson once rejoiced.

"I should have listened more to my mentor and gone back earlier." He sighed, then pulled the trigger at Amm Lianson.

The latter flashed bullets at the last moment.

Emptying the nest, Masson dropped the gun in front of Am: "Why do you want to betray the Mentor. ”

"Because none of us want to be the new container." The five Chaos replied in unison.

"I don't want to." Masson nodded, and then in Am's smile, in front of the woman's outstretched arms, in the smile of his companion, the man's appearance began to distort, his forehead had horns protruding, and his canine teeth protruding from his lips.

The red-haired girl began to applaud.

The blonde young man looked happy.

His friend of the same age let go of his hand and tossed the pinched soldier aside, ready to give his companion a hug.

The gray-haired woman walked quickly towards Masson, stopping Masson's friend with her eyes while opening her arms.

My love.

Whispers rang out in Masson's head.

My love.

Masson sighed, opened his arms, hugged his loved one tightly, hugged her hard, and in her joy, stabbed his hands into her back, pulling out her heart that flowed with black blood.

Amid screams and roars, Masson crawled out of the trench.

He stood up, his arms outstretched, facing the direction of the marksman.

This is the last choice of every warrior who does not want to be completely transformed.

I also don't want to be a vessel for evil gods, but I don't want to be a dog of chaos even more.

Since they are all the end of a catastrophe, why can't you choose a way to die that you can die with peace of mind?

Then Masson felt as if he had been hit by something, and in the last moments of his life, he fell to his knees, the bullet hole in his forehead that could not cause the Ladder Five transcendent to die in an instant, but death could not be reversed, and he turned his head to look at the woman he had loved the most.

She lay in a pool of blood, her face pained, distorted, and more confused, as if doubting her own vision.

Silly girl, what I like is you as a human, not as a chaotic person......

Masson gasped, his head lowered uncontrollably.

Colin...... I beg you...... Fulfill our vows......

Masson let out a final sigh, and then crushed the petrified black heart in his hand.

No more thoughts, no more regrets, the man named Masson was gone, and his body fell forward on the ground, finally ignited by the action of the divine bullet.

………………

"Colin, I'll go back first." Margaret stood in front of the gate and said goodbye to Colin.

Colin smiled and nodded: "You go back first, I'll wait for the shift change to come over." ”

"I'll help you prepare the bathwater." His lover finished with a smile and walked out the door.

Colin, who was sitting at the counter, leaned on the counter and raised his eyebrows as he looked at the young apprentices sitting on the side: "Don't worry, boys, you will have such a day." ”

"That doesn't hide the fact that we don't have it at the moment, Colin, you're too much of a guy!" The senior apprentices wailed.

"You have to think so, I only have Margaret, and Marlin has so many, and he is not here, you should be happy." Colin is serious nonsense.

"We can't beat him, you don't have to!" The apprentices have expressed their courage to be born from evil.

"Heh, you're just apprentices." Colin stomped his legs, then took the tea from the house-goblins—a good thing for the Thainans, who exchanged the tea leaves for coffee with the Sidney Chamber of Commerce.

Both parties take what they need, and the transaction is always pleasant.

He took a sip of tea, then noticed the sluggish expressions of the apprentices: "Hey, you guys are a little excessive, it's just a very ordinary tea." Colin felt that these boys were pretending to be a little too much.

One of the apprentices raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind Colin: "Yes, there are candles extinguished. ”

Colin turned his head and saw that one of the candles was emitting green smoke.

It was the candle of his brother Mason Wyman.

"The name on the nameplate is Mason Wyman, and there is such a person in our church?" An apprentice asked his companion in exchange for a series of rocking heads.

And Colin jumped up from his chair, he lifted the counter cover and rushed out: "Damn! Look here! I'm going to find a mentor! He screamed and ordered the apprentices as he briskly ran to the mentor's office.

As he passed by the promenade, he noticed a portrait of Mason Wyman, who looked at him with a blank face, as before.

May the Lord have mercy.

Colin lamented in his heart, and then the tears in his eyes could not be stopped flowing anymore.

I will keep the word of Proverbs.