Losing what little sunlight was left, the shadow in Paant's hand was fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Rusa's form gradually disappeared into the darkness that spread.

Seeing this, Biante could only grit his teeth, pull out the real war scythe behind him, hold it in his hand, and look around, wary of the attack that Rusha might launch at any time.

"Still trying to struggle? If you can't use your abilities, you can only use pure physical attacks, which are of no use to me."

The darkness echoed with Rusa's whispers, as if they were ringing in Paiant's ears, and as if they were coming from a long distance, making it impossible for Piante to tell where Rusa was by the direction of the sound.

Hearing Rusa's words, Paiante's face was a little ugly.

Paante had to admit that Rusa was telling the truth. Judging from the abilities she possesses, Rusa, who is a nightmare, is naturally able to restrain Paiante's abilities.

It can be said that for Biante, Rusha is his nemesis, and the restraint in his ability makes it useless for him to have a stronger hard power than Rusa.

"I'm not going to just tie my hands ...... that, though," Paian whispered to himself, touching his pocket.

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Nearly half an hour ago, inside the castle of the city of Folchers.

"Boy, I've taken your arm right, and I've repaired the broken bones and blood vessels, and I've made up for the few pieces of flesh that I lost on my body." The old scholar smoked a cigarette and said to Piant, who was lying on the bed. "But your eyes ...... I can't do anything about it, after all, your left eye is so special."

"Excuse me, ...... you?" Paante sat up, looked at the scholar, and asked with a puzzled expression.

"The revenant, that's the Gust boy...... Companion, that guy asked me to stay here just in case, if there is really a demon attack, wait until you have dealt with it before healing your injuries." The old scholar took another puff of his cigarette, smiled and said, "It's a shame that that kid can think of it."

"Looks like I owe Mr. Gerst a favor." The old book's words made Biante sigh with emotion.

Immediately after that, Biante got out of bed, took the scythe with him, and walked out.

As soon as Biante walked to the door, the old scholar's voice sounded behind him, "Your body has just recovered, and your left eye is no longer visible, in this case, are you sure you really want to go?"

"I swore that I would avenge the dead, and I could not break my word." Paiante replied firmly, and left without looking back.

The old scholar only silently watched Biante leave, and did not stop him.

Looking at the back of Paiante's departure, the old scholar shook his head helplessly, "For the so-called justice in his heart, for the oath he secretly made, can he completely disregard his own life?" I remember Gerst told me that on the demon side, except for the woman you just killed, nothing else can you deal with, and it seems that if you go like this, it seems that it is no different from sending you to death."

"Still, you probably know it yourself. If this is your choice after careful consideration, I, as a dead person, cannot forcibly interfere with the actions of those of you who are still alive. Since you're leaving this city, I'm going to do it to the end, so I'll help you watch this city for the time being......

Of course, what the old man originally wanted to say to Paian had turned into self-talk, and Piante couldn't hear it anymore.

After Biante left his room, he went straight to Gofedor's room. He frowned involuntarily when he saw the dolls on the bed that no one would sleep on anymore.

However, instead of continuing to focus on the doll, Biante walked quickly to the cabinet that Gofedor used to store special items.

As soon as Piante opened the cabinet, he noticed a small doll carefully placed on the second level of the cabinet to the right, with a letter in front of the doll.

After confirming that it was not a doll made of Gofidor out of human structure, Paante took the letter.

"Brother Paant, if you read this letter, it probably means I'm dead, and you should be preparing to fight the demons. So, I got everything ready. Please take the ** with the black liquid and the red pill that you put on the back of the doll, and when you face the demons, if you can't use your abilities, apply those liquids to your battle scythe and eat the pill.

Brother Perant, this is the last help I can give you, and I hope you and Sister Sorin's return safely. Of course, if I am lucky enough to be able to witness a victory with you, it will be the best. However, the demons must be eyeing me, and I really don't know when I will suddenly part with you. If I do leave before the decisive battle, please don't grieve and burn my dollhouse and all my dolls. These words shall be my last words.'"

After reading the words written on the letter, a few tears inadvertently welled up from Biante's eyes, ran down Biante's face, and dripped onto the letterhead.

"Gofei, have you had everything ready since so early?" Piant's voice trembled a little, but he bit his lip and forced himself not to cry, because he knew that now was not the time for an emotional breakdown.

Biante took a deep breath, wiped away the tears that flowed from his eyes, stuffed Gofidor's letter into his pocket, took out the ** and pills behind the doll, and closed the cabinet.

He then walked over to Gofedor's bed and looked at the human skin doll on the bed with a complicated expression.

Eventually, he patted his face lightly, as if he had made up his mind, reached out and took all the dolls away, and quickly left the room.

Biante came to Gofedol's doll's house, and without any hesitation or disgust, he pushed the door in. This is the first time Piante enters Gofidor's dollhouse.

Looking at the room full of dolls and the ingredients used to make them, Payant sighed and gently placed the doll in his arms on the floor.

"Thank you, Gophi, I'll do it, so please rest in peace."

Then, Pyante lit a fire and turned away.

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"I can't let Gofei down!" Remembering what had happened before, Biante's eyes became more determined.

He glanced at the pitch-black surroundings again, then took out the ** containing the black liquid from his pocket, smeared all the liquid in it on the war sickle, took out the pill again, and ate it.

The moment he took the pill, Pepper felt his eyes brighter, and he even regained his vision in his left eye. More importantly, he saw the exact location of Rusa, who was hidden in the darkness.

Biante's face was filled with war, and he picked up his scythe and swung it in a circle, slashing through the darkness around him, shouting, "Let's fight!"

(End of chapter)