The magic sword helplessly held his forehead, revealing an expression that he knew you would say this.

"It's not impossible to solve this problem, first I need to get your permission from the master."

"What permission?"

"Let me eat them all." The magic sword stretched out its index finger and slashed through the air, encompassing all the souls of innocent people tainted by magic.

"......" Hearing her words, Su Qin's first reaction must have been to flatly refuse. However, when he saw those lilac souls gradually flying into the sky, he had no other way to solve this problem at the moment.

"Time is running out, and in another ten minutes, the tainted souls will be mixed up with other unjust souls. By then their polluting effect would have reached a theoretical maximum, and the Germans would have arranged for them to blow themselves up en masse. By the way, if you agree, you'd better get these people away, I can't guarantee that they won't be treated as desserts for a big meal. Demon Sword sat beside Su Qin unconcernedly, bowing her head and polishing her nails, her tone of voice was relaxed and casual, as if she was just discussing everyday topics such as today's weather or what to eat for lunch.

"I see." Su Qin made up his mind to jump to the height again, and in the face of the slowly evacuating crowd, he had to take a dose of fierce medicine.

"Everyone, be quiet, the Germans have planted explosives under the concentration camp. It will explode in a few minutes, and now everyone should not waste any more time. Just run behind the hill over there and you'll be safe. Although the news sounded flawed, it did not arouse too much suspicion. After all, it is easy to be induced when people are in a panic.

The sight of ghosts dancing wildly in the sky really frightened the more than 10,000 survivors present. So when Su Qin advised everyone to leave as much as they could, no one spoke out against it. Fear, however, is itself the greatest influence on order. Under the pressure of bombs and ghosts, the survivors flocked to the gate in a hive. The chaotic scene slowed down the evacuation, and it was then that a pale old man struggled to climb onto the wreckage of the tank.

Su Qin stretched out his hand to pull him up, and the old man in the small black round hat gasped and helped the glasses wrapped in duct tape.

"Sir, this is not the way to go. If people riot out of fear, we can send our neighbors to hell before the Germans explode their bombs. Looking at the more restless crowd, the old man's eyes showed twelve points of eagerness.

"Sir, do you have any solution?" Su Qin took a deep breath and looked at the old man expectantly. Before he deceived the survivors, he had anticipated the current situation, and even prepared for the worse. However, if there is a way to avoid the worst of life, then he is willing to do what he can for it.

"If you could silence everyone for a moment, I might be able to say something useful. After all, I have been a rabbi for many years (a special class of Jews, a teacher and a symbol of wisdom. ）。 The old man smiled wryly, his wisdom and experience had not helped his people survive disaster in the past. This made the old man live in guilt and self-blame all the time, but when Su Qin said the simple words "you are free", he seemed to have found a way to redeem again.

This is an opportunity, the old man said to himself in his heart. If he had reduced the unnecessary losses of the emergency evacuation process, perhaps he would have been able to live a few days without being haunted by nightmares in the coming years.

"Okay, I got it."

Su Qin took a deep breath and grasped the narrow hilt of the magic sword with both hands, as if holding a dangerous short spear. After a moment's pause, he thrust his sword into the heavy tank beneath his feet, which had become a scrapped tank. At the same time as the frontal armor plate of the tank was chiseled, the huge sound of metal impact also stunned everyone. They looked at Su Qin, who was speechless, hesitantly, and then the old man hurriedly seized the opportunity and began to loudly admonish the survivors who were in a panic. With the help of some young people who had come to their senses, he began to direct the survivors who had recovered their senses to evacuate the camp in an orderly manner.

Seeing that they had begun to retreat, Su Qin nodded approvingly and turned around and walked against the crowd towards the depths of the concentration camp. Suddenly, he felt an old hand tugging at him.

"What are you going to do?" The old man clenched his wrist, his eyes shining with wisdom.

"Save people." Faced with the old man's question, Su Qin didn't say much, but simply repeated what he had said.

Hearing this reply, the old man, who had already guessed something, hurriedly shook his head and wanted to continue to dissuade him. But Su Qin took the opportunity to break away from his hand and quickly disappeared into the fog that had been spreading from the depths of the concentration camp at some point. Seeing this, the old man wiped his foggy glasses, and finally left the concentration camp with the help of others.

"No one will bother us now, do your job." Su Qin said in a blandly tone. Hearing his promise, the magic sword was so excited that she grabbed Su Qin's shoulders hard, and her nails painted bright red were almost embedded in her master's skin. Her long black cloak floated into the sky, like a resentful banshee.

"Ah, is this waltz about to come to an end......" The magic sword named Henig sighed and stepped into the sword body, Su Qin raised the long sword high, and with his movements, the clouds in the sky began to rotate, and a pitch-black tornado fell from the sky, and a large number of unjust souls and the souls of those polluted innocents were sucked into the body of the magic sword. With the continuous influx of souls, the sword body began to light up with complex lines.

At the same time, the strong soul resonance also continues to impact the soul of the youth. The most profound memories of these unjust souls before they died frantically poured into Su Qin's mind, the memory of being shot with a rifle with **, the memory of witnessing the murderer talking and laughing while struggling on the noose, and the memory of suffocating and spasmodizing to death in the gas chamber. These incomparably painful memories made Su Qin gradually lose his will. The important fragment of his soul called himself faltered under the strong impact of memory, and the smile on the face of the magic sword became brighter. She is like a monster that can never be satisfied, devouring souls while growing in power.

Under the influence of this force, the black blood also became boiling. Accompanied by violent soul fluctuations, this weapon that was both a sword and a weapon of armor turned into a burning black flame that enveloped Su Qin's whole body. In this burning flame, a thick and hideous heavy armor was gradually calcined.

The armor has a pitch-black exterior as deep as midnight, and its limbs covered with sharp, prismatic carapaces resemble some kind of dangerous reptile. The black blood that kept spilling from his back turned into a crimson fur, hunting in the wind. As the host's eyes gradually lost their expression, the helmet that resembled a dragon split into two pieces and suddenly closed on his head, as if to swallow the last light in the young man's heart.

Millions of unjust spirits poured into the armor, causing a series of horror reliefs depicting the scenes of hell to emerge from its otherwise dull and smooth surface. Two piercing red lights lit up in the narrow thin lines of the dragon helmet.

The old man who led the survivors to evacuate to the hill in the distance suddenly shed tears when he witnessed this scene: "Bright star, son of the morning, why did you fall from the sky......"

Just when the magic sword wanted to completely devour Su Qin's soul, brilliant and dazzling white light suddenly shot out from the cracks in the armor. At the same time, Su Qin's closed heart also began to sound a lot of simple and kind prayers.

"I want to be a pianist!" This is the memory of a five-year-old girl sitting at the piano.

"I want to be a sailor when I grow up and travel the world! Just like Magellan! The little boy in the sea soul shirt stood in front of the dock and looked at the huge steamship from afar.

"I want to learn how to bake bread." The little fat man, whose father is a bakery, said while wiping his saliva.

"I want to get married at Cologne Cathedral." Young girl with freckles on her face whispering prayers in the warm spring sun.

"I'm going to be the best pilot to cross the Atlantic." Teenager Zhan, wearing windproof goggles, shouted loudly from the rooftop.

This beautiful prayer eventually converged into a river of light that flowed into Su Qin's heart, causing the seed hidden in the depths of his heart to grow a young shoot.

"I want peace in the world."

The small, thin light made the weeping spirits in the sky fade from filthy gray and turn pure white. As if feeling Su Qin's desire to pursue world peace, they gradually got rid of their resentment and hovered over the head of the extremely tired young man to send him their last blessings. The survivors, young and old, who saw this scene in the distance, knelt on the muddy ground and began to pray in a low voice.

The sound of prayers and blessings was like a chant without melody that held Su Qin's crumbling soul, and through the heavy helmet, he looked at the magic sword with a pair of pale golden pupils.

"Henig, do you think that those souls pass on to me only resentment? No, they also gave me hope. ”

The dragon-shaped helmet exploded from the inside, and Su Qin's head quickly grew and ignited a brilliant flame like the sun, but there were two lines of blood and tears in the corners of his eyes.

"But sadly, there is only hope and prayer...... There is no way to end the war. ”

The flame of light gradually extinguished, revealing a dark color like the abyss within. Hearing his master's heavy words, the originally frightened and angry Demon Sword once again showed a cruel smile on his face.

"And are you willing to pay the price of eternal darkness in order to end the war?"

Su Qin smiled in a low voice: "If it's just like that, this price is too cheap." The people involved in the war are already in the dark, and I ...... It's no exception. ”

The young man laughed miserably and raised his crimson fur, and under the firelight, an eight-legged horse with a height of more than three meters quietly appeared in his projection. Turning over and jumping onto a tall horse made of black blood, with his back to the concentration camp full of flames. With his own will clear, the thick and hideous dragon helmet once again covered Su Qin's full glory. Through the thick and intricate wrought iron mask, he turned his head to look far into the distance, and the eight-legged steed man stood up at the pull of the reins.

"This direction is - Berlin!"

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