Amy Ulysses is dead.

Simple, without any warning—the old traveler raised his eyebrows, and even if he was as well-informed as he was, he could not help but be overshadowed by a great sense of surprise and absurdity at the moment when the boy's death was confirmed.

How could he, how could he end his life so easily?

Death.

In fact, for the glorious people, especially the elderly glorious people who are nearing the end of their lives, it is not a terrible thing, in order to achieve the ideals and beliefs in their hearts, not to mention their own life like a candle in the wind, even if it is tens of thousands of innocent people, he can also dirty his hands, black hearts, and use them as bargaining chips with fate, and push them to the dealer in front of him, waiting for the final judgment to come.

But not being afraid of death does not mean that you are not greedy for the beauty of life.

Because being alive is the premise of all possibilities, and it is the greatest miracle that the world has been promised.

However, the boy named Amy Ulysses died quietly here, against all common sense, although there was no wound on his body, but in his rag-like body, there was no trace of vital signs left except for the little warmth that still remained.

He's dead.

Completely meaningless, ended his own life.

"Stupid. ”

After a long silence, cold words overflowed from the old man's lips - but even so, he had to admit that the blow that the boy had delivered at the cost of his own life had indeed stabbed him in the soft underbelly and into his heart.

Ulysses can't die.

As the last bloodline of the Night's Watch in the world, their existence can be said to be an indispensable cornerstone for maintaining the stability of the orderly world, and they will never be allowed to die until humanity is ready to meet the final preparations for the dark chaos, once the bloodline of the Night's Watch dies, then the Codex of Hammurabi, which frames the fate, will completely lose its effectiveness, just like the trumpet sounded by the winged people in the myth of the Order to symbolize the end of the world, the kingdom where the star falls on the earth will eventually be destroyed, and the world will eventually perish.

In the final analysis, order is nothing more than a flashy bubble, and only chaos lasts forever.

But—

Ignati sighed, he was a child of order after all, he loved this devastated world after all, in the long journey of life, he had seen the little beggar who fed the unknown and dying baby with the only piece of black bread at hand, he had seen his own flesh between the thighs quietly cut by his yellow-skinned mother in front of the stove in the famine, he had prepared rare meat soup for the children who were waiting to be fed, and he had also seen the old man with frosty sideburns in the mountain city, who left the not warm but very warm family in order to relieve the pressure of survival, and wandered alone in the snow, doing a hunt that would never be successful......

Even though he has seen the changes in the world, he still can't forget the emotion that fills his heart.

Maybe that's human nature.

It's also proof that he's still human.

Sighing again, the traveler who had traveled through the deep night was no longer confused - perhaps this decision was not rational, and it was likely to undo the previous efforts, and even provoked Pandora, the strongest in this world who stood at the pinnacle of the entire world of order, and even the chosen ones of the Knights could not compete with him, but personally, he had no regrets.

Whether it is breaking the barriers between the lower and misty districts, or risking his life to participate in the chaos of the upper districts, the old man, whose body has been reduced to a half-human, half-demon monster under the erosion of the deepest night, has always loved this world woven with lies and shrouded in the clouds of despair.

Now, it looks ...... The time has come to make a choice.

Thinking of this, Ignati unleashed his abilities, as a traveler who had excavated his blood to the extreme, in the midst of countless battles, his use of extraordinary power was impeccable, almost a thought, and the blood-colored threads that played a binding role faded from the young man's body like a real living thing, and then gathered together, zigzag forward like a snake, climbed up the old man's body along his trouser legs, and rushed towards the shocking wound on his left chest, then coagulated, then scarred, and then ...... There is nothing left.

And from beginning to end, the old man's expression was very calm.

After all, this is exactly his ability, the ability to accompany him through his ninety-seven years of life and save his life countless times.

Blood manipulation.

It's not really weird or powerful, it's just ...... In the endless battle, Ignati has already explored his bloodline to the limit, not only can freely manipulate the blood in his body to shape, but also can give it various characteristics at critical moments, such as firmness, such as toughness, such as coagulation, as long as it is a characteristic that he can recognize and understand, he can reproduce through his blood.

The previous battle with Amy Ulysses was mostly meant to be a guide, although the boy who dared to put his life on the roulette wheel for a big gamble gave him a lot of surprises, and even really used his carelessness to almost kill this old body, but unfortunately, the gap in strength really existed, and even the tip of the iceberg of ability was not forced, and the victory or defeat was already settled.

It's just a bit of a pity that just with the qualifications that the boy just showed, he is fully qualified to participate in the selection of the Knights, and there is a good chance that he can win the name of knight there.

It's just that...... After all, he is dead.

And the dead will not have any value.

One last glance at the cold corpse on the ground, Ignati looked away, he had more important things to do than to grieve and regret the boy's death.

That's ...... Re-merge with his half-body.

After all—

Hemtika is not a small border city, as the oldest city in the territory of order, its heritage must be beyond imagination, and as the strongest of the dark secretaries, Pandora, who once turned a city into ruins with the power of one person, is undoubtedly an out-of-specification existence, if he is not encountered in the most peak state, I am afraid that he will not have any room for resistance in front of monsters of this level.

No, even if you return to the top, maybe it will be the same.

The old man's eyes were slightly dim, but the firmness in them did not fade in the slightest.

The importance of Ulysses to the entire world of order is self-evident, and once the last blood of the Night's Watch is severed and the sacred code drawn up by Hammurabi is followed, the flame of order will be completely extinguished, the whole world will be enveloped in the deepest night, and everything will play a fateful finale.

So, Ulysses can't die anyway.

He could abandon even the plans he had spent the last thirty years of his life, even if he had to face the threat of the Dark Lords—not alarmist, for he had reason to suspect that Pandora, the venerable Daughter of Calamity, had come to Hemtika to sever the blood of Ulysses—for only the name inscribed on the tablet of fate was enough to attract the attention of this noble man who loomed above the chosen one.

Yuria, Yulia Ulysses will be very dangerous.

It was this that the old man determined that prevented the boy from going to the upper district to rescue his sister - and another reason why he chose to abandon the blind girl was ...... From the perspective of procreation, women are naturally at a disadvantage compared to men, and this is especially true for the glorious descendants who are less fertile.

But now, Ignati has no choice, he must do his best to preserve the last blood of Ulysses, he has no way out, even if there is an endless jungle of thorns in front of him, even if there is an impassable cliff ahead, all he can do is to move forward.

If you don't move forward, there is no direction, if you don't move forward, there is no way out, there is no reason or excuse that is too difficult, and the only thing that the old man can use to convince himself is this simple and simple truth.

Then, after thirty years, the traveler who had walked through the darkness took another step.

At the same time, the corpse on the ground, which was gradually losing its temperature, curled its fingers slightly.

Juvenile...... I opened my eyes.

Not far away, the old man's pace couldn't help but stagnate.