I didn't count how many inhabitants there were in the factory, five thousand? Six thousand? Or is it more? Therefore, I don't know how many innocent people died at my hands.

I don't want to tell the Sword and Shield Society these details, and I don't want to tell the Black Coffin, the last time Bartiques happened, I still remember, they cheered at an atrocity that didn't exist, and this time, they will also celebrate this massacre, and in the worst case, maybe there will be an anniversary to commemorate this great victory, to commemorate this massacre.

In the web of madness, a deep sense of melancholy pierced my soul, as if I was imprisoned in a dark, cold castle, witnessing the tragic deaths of countless people, including children, the elderly, women, and heartbroken husbands because of my mistakes.

After the saints dissipated, I was overwhelmed by this heaviness, my spirit was almost broken, those small feelings of guilt were infinitely magnified, and they became unbearable, and the web of madness became countless claws, countless tongues, and countless eyes.

The claws tore at my skin, my tongue sarcastically mocked me in the most vicious language, and the eyes were the most horrible of eyes, destroying my heart and my will with a cold gaze.

The mad web thinks I'm not crazy enough, and they want to drive me crazy? Or maybe that's the price of using the mad web.

I scolded, "you, don't think! ”

I wanted to get close to the crowd, to confide in them, to save me with a faint but warm fire of my soul, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't bear to approach anyone. I want to be alone, away from these hypocritical, insensitive, numerous, hateful fellows who forced me to be an executioner.

The web of madness is like a huge wave, and in this huge wave there is fire, thorns, storms, and destruction, and it makes me fly high in the air, and then it falls rapidly, and it makes my soul fly again and again, and finally it is almost numb.

I scolded again: "Lao Tzu has grassed your ancestors!" Lao Tzu will never go crazy! ”

Anatoly said, "Driving you crazy? No, it's just the path that the saints once walked. ”

"Grandma's, if he has walked before, he shouldn't let me go again, isn't he Lao Tzu?"

Anatoly: "We are protecting your spirit, otherwise you would have collapsed, and we need you to walk in reality for us." ”

As soon as I said an unbelievable swear word, I had to retract it again, and I smiled and said, "Really, that... I don't know how to thank you. ”

Anatoly pointed to the Mad Web Council and said, "We are the ones to be thankful for." ”

I saw the old man devouring, devouring the souls of the victims, using fear and insecurity as a condiment, and dessert as a dessert before dying. The souls of the dead are destroyed by Lucifer's artifact, as Lucifer will not allow the dead to continue worshipping the demons here, but there will always be fish that slip through the net.

The fish that slipped through the net became a feast for the old man, and he—they—used it to grow the net of madness.

I caused it, I killed whole families, destroyed all people, and spared even their souls.

His horse, his horse, his horse!

The space was collapsing, the rift was closing, and I struggled to break out of the rift, out of the spiritual void.

.....

Dream rotation.

There was a man who watched as our army tugged and pulled, dragging and dragging away.

He had long golden hair with a shawl, a blood-red robe, thin and pale cheeks, hollow eyes, and blood-red eyes, and he was like a brave and noble angel, but he fell deeper than anyone else, and was miserable for anyone.

Who is this man?

Our rangers spotted him, and Narre gritted his teeth and shouted, "Don't make any trouble, leave this man alone!" ”

This is the scene when the Allies withdraw, and the scene in the web of madness is time-disordered, and I don't know when it happened.

Among the soldiers, I met Leila Walker and several other students of the Military Academy, and I don't know why Legang chose these students who were still in the academy to come to this dangerous place and carry out this dangerous mission, but maybe this is how Lesteel does things - let them experience the cruelty of war and their own insignificance, and force these excellent students to grow.

Leila Walker's face was still stained with tears, and with the dust that had been on it, she had become a big flower, and now, listless, her expression was frightened and anxious, and she only wanted to get out of this cave as soon as possible.

Along the way, there were sporadic demon attacks from time to time, and the soldiers broke out, using the remaining Excalibur bullets to kill the bloody path, hundreds of people shot together, and even the lava demons would fall in a minute.

But even with the firepower and the sword and shield in front of him, there were still demons that came close from time to time, and suddenly, Lyra saw a close friend in the same dormitory being bitten by the demon.

She lost control of her emotions and knelt in front of the deceased, her mouth open, and she couldn't say half a word for a long, long time.

The commander in charge of guiding her pulled her up and said angrily, "What are you rubbing? ”

Leila mechanically shouted, "Yes! She looked at the rest of her classmates, who were all crying, but no one was left behind.

She turned her gaze and saw the red-clad blond man walking towards the army.

The Sword and Shield Society warriors met the enemy with their swords, and Duke Dunn shouted, "Stop! Who are you? ”

The man in red didn't answer, and with a flash of blood, he was already in front of Layla.

He's as fast as a red bolt of lightning,

More than a dozen rangers in front of them suddenly pointed their guns at the man in red, the man in red made a gesture, the gun was hot, and the rangers screamed and threw the gun on the ground.

The man in red said, "Miss, your feelings of mourning are the most beautiful scene among all living beings. ”

Leila said in a trembling voice, "The most... The most beautiful? ”

She was terrified, she wanted to ask who the man in red was, why he was blocking their way, why he was telling her such inconsequential things? If she could, she forgot about it, and she couldn't help but answer the question of the man in red.

Man in Red: "You are not used to death, you are not immersed in killing, your heart is still in a safe place, is it home?" Or the school park? You look at war with new eyes, at the smoke of gunpowder, at death, at these emotionless steel, at the ugly and mutilated corpses of your companions, who were once young and beautiful. You burst out with genuine feelings, your fears, your tears, your concerns, your friendships, all of which are purest of all. ”

His fingers hooked in the air, and Lyra's tears flew to the palm of the man in red, stayed in the palm of his hand, and then solidified into red beads.

The Man in Red: "Like uncarved jade and gemstones, it has a natural appearance, even if it is irregular, but it is when it is at its most dazzling." This is a precious tear that allows you to be saved, and I change my mind, and I will let you go. ”

Duke Dunn shouted, "Let us go? I gotta warn you, boy, you're alone! ”

The Man in Red: "Ah, you reminded me that I have to bring something back to Yegri, and I hope she will be satisfied." As he spoke, he turned to face Dunn.

Immediately after, Duke Dunn's heavy, sturdy, battle-hardened sword and shield supreme armor that has not yet had a single scratch was melted into a hole, and I only saw the red shadow for a moment, and then, Dunn's heart fell on the other hand of the man in red.

Dunn's mouth spurted blood, his eyes looked horrified, and then he collapsed.

Dunn, one of the Nine Hermits of the Sword and Shield Society, a master of swords and spells, a veritable warrior who did not survive a second in front of the man in red under full alert.