At night, the ruins of rats and bats cautiously spy on the procession rumbling through the sewage-filled streets, and at this moment the summer is still the flood season, traversing the ruins of Zhika is not only a dangerous journey, but also a contest of two wills.

Without Hydra questioning Adolfina's orders, even though the Thousand Faces in the Western Desert had sent an evacuation plea through Bezerles, the garrison chief, even though they knew they had set out on the paved path to save Adolfina's mate, they still had no hesitation.

They had sworn to be loyal to the ruler forever, to the one who had forever bestowed upon them the soul of Hydra.

It's not the king, it's not the man who seems to be lost in the long river of time, and it's not the historian who can only "rustle" and record the past in the purple veil. It's the red-haired girl who looks like the eldest sister.

"When you kneel, you're a penniless wasteland pariah." Sometimes, the girl's clenched fist was not enough to fill the palm of the soul recipient, but it was always bowed.

"When you stand up, you are the Son of Hydra with glory on your shoulders." When she raised her head, there was a faint light in the pupils that swirled with cosmic perseverance, no matter how much notoriety this woman had, she always said gentlely.

"Welcome to the Brotherhood."

So they choose to believe.

It seems that every pure-blood hydra anticipated this trap and seemed to have guessed the ending from the moment the assembly set out. The Hydra who had been dormant in the thriving city-state as ordinary people, even married and had children, came silently, and the Hydra who was covered in mud and dirty and supervised the sprites came through the swamp monsters. Those Hydra who had slashed their former companions, carried ceremonial swords, and swore in the middle of the night for the sake of the flowing blood, came here.

They believed that this little red-haired girl would lead them to revival.

"Burn!" They roared, and transparent and raging flames erupted from their eyes, mouths, mouths, ears, and all the pores that could seep out, melting their clothes in an instant, and the weak combat Hydras who were supposed to be in the rear were the first to ignite the soul of Hydra and leap to the other side. The enemy suddenly panicked, and soon the one-sided howls overshadowed the sporadic gunfire.

One by one, the scarlet tassels fell

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Burned out.

"Burn!" The souls of Hydra are intertwined and intertwined, and several people fall into a miserable situation of constant whirlwind and gluing, which is the most decisive way for Hydra to die, not like the traditional "witness", but purely one for one iron blood. Bullets and shells passed through the flesh, and with the support of the spirits, the first commandos resolutely entered the Coalition position, and a basin of boiling oil was poured on the water tank, and the explosion was innumerable.

"You think you can defeat us this way? Well!!! Dietrich roared and clamped Adolfina's hands tightly, wisps of blood pouring out. She gasped for breath as she despised the Soul Reaver's unbridled devouring forehead as she struggled not to fall into the wind completely.

"Without me, Hydra is nothing." Adolfina raised the corners of her lips and gradually laughed heartily, and that smile could not help but make Dietrich, a raider who came to power by unconventional elections, frightened, he did not know how many means this mad woman had, to make the Hydra who regarded the soul as a second life burn and kill herself, and also to kill and injure the same source as much as possible, and it was difficult for her compatriots to be enemies.

"!! Janie" Adolfina suddenly raised her head and shouted, with a hint of despair, with a hint of joy, with a hint of indifference, with a faint tear in her eyes mixed with blood on her face. "Did you see that?"

"I'm here to accompany you......"

Dietrich's vertebrae shrank in thoughtlessness, and his hands slowed for a beat, and suddenly Adolfina's short orange-red hair swelled blood-red, and even her dull eyes became constant red. The small fist he clamped on was so hot that he could barely hold it.

"You're looking for death!" Dietrich yelled, but this time he threw it straight away, not daring to fight Adolfina in close quarters again, and just by doing so, he felt his own Hydra soul stirring, the suppression of the low by the high. The king is the first generation of Hydra, and Adolfina is the second generation of "pure blood" who inherited the blood of the king, and the maternal virus that was separated from the birth this time will always control the source of suppression for the next generation. Once she chooses to release them all, it is the magnet that suddenly evolves into a neutron star!

The executive officer's arm standing on the dome of the exhibition hall suddenly loosened, and the telescope smashed to the ground, muttering, "Impossible...... It can't be ......," and then two fingers pressed the forehead beam, and sent it towards the soul snatcher who was kilometers away

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Message: "She wants to destroy the 'revival' and stop her!" Stop her! Or we're all going to die here! ”

That's a "revival"! That's the king's thing! The black smoke had become a black callus, almost obscuring Adolfina's intense red cloud, but no amount of rain could extinguish the wildfire, and no one could catch the Colorado she-bear wrapped in a blanket of fire in the flames that spread through the wilderness and woodland.

The sharp weapon that was specially used to wring souls and secretly kept in the hands of the puppeteer was finally defeated in front of the nine souls, and no matter how crazy the impact was on that small ground, the curled red crystal would not help. She can only run to her own position.

On the shore of the lake at night, the scarlet picture scroll is rolled, and I don't know what color of water droplets splash behind the scorched earth that is either exposed to the sun or rain all year round, and it is only night, not dawn. All plans and all futures will end here.

Adolfina suddenly remembered a scene from not long ago, not long in time, but for her, it was like witnessing the ruins sweeping away and the rainbow rising again.

She sat barefoot on the edge of the cliff, and below was the bottom of the red-hot valley, and the fir trees that had been pierced by the flames fell straight down even if they were broken, and the night mist was steamed, and the sunset that had already set today was summoned, and the sky was so grand that it seemed that the sun would never set. And the bear on fire, as if for a moment of splendor, burned out his life.

"So, would you like to be that baby bear? （manda-bear）”

What's not to like?

If you are willing to be trapped in a ruin that you can get out of and are not bound by oaths, to fight a battle that is doomed to no victory, and what right do I have to go to the starry distance, and then turn back and pretend to shed tears? At the end of the day, you're selfish, and I'm selfish, and we're just little people who are generous to others.

It's just that we want to.

"Stop her! Stop her! "Wave after wave of urgency has blown away the black fog that the Soul Reavers have gathered, and this malevolent product with independent minds is still helpless to do anything about the souls it wants to capture, and with it are the Hydras who have come after them, knowing that they are dead, and who have no hesitation to move forward.

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