Buckfere Delawarde survived the bombardment of strategic magic. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Uh......h I...... I can't die yet......"

Buckfere dragged his scarred body, looking for a way to escape the battlefield.

The general trend has passed, and the outcome of this war has been decided.

The army of the Kingdom of Kenesia led by him was almost completely wiped out, leaving only some wounded soldiers who could no longer fight, and the thousand battle golems that had traveled thousands of miles in order to maintain the situation were all reduced to worthless pieces under the bombardment of flames.

However, he was also able to survive the attack of strategic-level magic because of the heavy protection of the battle golem, although the magic power was exhausted and his body was burned by a lot of flames, but compared to others, his state was already much better.

As far as the eye could see, Buckfere was covered with flames that spread across the earth, the charred corpses of the soldiers of the United Forces of the Three Kingdoms, and the remnants of the defeated army, like himself, who had survived the attack of strategic magic, but were seriously wounded and incapacitated.

The sound that came to my ears was either the burning sound of flames burning everything, or the bitter wails of the survivors, and the appearance of the collapse of the combined army, which made Buckfere, who had the intention of gathering the remnants of the army, lose the last of his confidence.

The last shred of hope that extinguished him was the giants whose bodies breathed flames.

The fireballs formed by strategic-level magic, after falling to the ground and exploding, turned into large black stones, which vibrated at the same time, and then grew limbs and heads, turning into monsters wrapped in flames.

The flaming stone giants who got up on the ground couldn't help but attack the nearby soldiers, and their huge fists crushed all the humans into meatloaf, forcing the already badly injured Combine to the end.

For a moment, screams of despair rose one after another surrounded by flames.

The soldiers who could not form an effective defensive formation were not the opponents of tens of thousands of flame giants, and the soldiers of the combined army were killed one by one, and the noisy screams and cries for help gradually began to disappear in a low voice.

Buckfere was in this inferno of fire called by the nose, watching the brutal slaughter happening in front of him, but he couldn't do anything.

He had lost his weapons and armor, and his magic was depleted, and it was impossible for him to fight again, and he had to endure it if he wanted to escape from this earthly purgatory.

With the last self-defense magic item, a crystalline magic tool that did not require the use of mana power, Buckfere's aura completely disappeared, and no one could see him anymore.

Buckfere endured the burning pain caused by the flames on his body, and ignored the killing around him, bent on finding his way out.

He had to leave here, he had his beloved wife waiting for him at home, he couldn't have died here.

Even if he returned, it didn't matter if all the people scolded him for being a coward who ran away, his nickname "Steel Sword King" was originally just a heroic title forcibly given to the country, and he knew that he was not a hero.

He is not a strategic-level magister, the so-called three kingdoms and three great swordsmen, it is just an over-promoted propaganda strategy.

He couldn't compare with the other two powerful swordsmen, he was able to climb the "Sword Saint of the Sky" and the "Sword Emperor of Carving", and he, the "Sword King of Steel", had secretly despised himself for a long time.

Even if he loses all his fame and reputation, it doesn't matter, as long as he can live, he will do anything.

Buckfere continued to walk through the chaotic Flame Purgatory, but no matter how he advanced, the scenery around him did not seem to change, and there was no exit in sight.

He gritted his teeth and continued to move forward, he would never give up.

"That's it, fake. ”

A strangely familiar voice suddenly appeared nearby, and Buckfere, who was in a state of stealth, almost screamed in fright.

However, he restrained himself at the last moment, and he was not sure if anyone had spotted him, so he simply stopped where he was, and did not say a word.

"That's enough, that little prop can't hide it from me, turn around and face me...... Buckfere Delawarde!"

The cold angry voice made Buckfere's hair stand on end, and the anger and hatred contained in it were something he had never faced before.

Knowing that he had been discovered, Buckfere, who had neither magic nor physical strength, had no choice but to follow the other party's words and slowly turn away.

He still hasn't given up the will to live, he is the prince of the Kennesia Kingdom, the husband of the second princess, and unlike ordinary pawns, he is a very valuable captive, and the other party did not secretly attack him, probably also want to use his identity to make a deal with the Kenesia Kingdom.

This superficial idea was completely dispelled immediately after he saw the other party's face.

"You...... Who are you and why...... Why ......"

Buckfere could not hide the consternation in his heart, and cried out loudly.

The handsome man in front of him with a red sword looked exactly like him.

Seeing his other self suddenly appear in front of him, Buckfere could no longer maintain his calm thoughts, and after seeing the other person, his heart was full of confusion.

If there is any difference between the two, it is that the man is more weathered than Buckfere, and his eyes are deeply revealing the vicissitudes of life.

Also, there is that terrible hatred that emanates from the body.

"Who am I? I am me, a wretched creature. ”

The man looked at the scarred Buckfere with a blank expression.

"At the very least, I know who I am, not a fake, not a clone with only fictional memories in my head. ”

He raised the red sword in his hand.

"So, that's all for jokes, toys from the Vientiane Research Society!"

Buckferi instantly felt the piercing killing intent, but he was no longer defenseless.

Although his body instinctively began to avoid backwards with the exercise it had been exercising, the red sword shadow, although it was more than ten meters away, still inexplicably slashed straight at his body.

There was a sharp pain in his neck, then a strange coolness, and then, he couldn't feel anything.

"Vientiane Workshop! This is just the first step! I'm going to kill you all!"

After beheading his clone, Buckfere, whose eyes were red with hatred and anger, slashed the corpse that had lost its head into pieces with a sword in order to vent the emotions that suddenly erupted in his heart.

"There are no more obstacles in front of me, I must ...... I must!"

As if enchanted, Buckfere finally smashed the head of his fake, and then kept trampling on the scattered flesh.

The flames continued to spread across the plains, and black smoke drifted up into the clear blue sky.

The hatred of the Avengers, accompanied by the screams of the four uses of killing, completely exploded at this moment.

Although the fighting is over, the war has not ended.

The blood-colored flames of slaughter will continue to burn.