There is no gorgeous light and shadow in real war, and there is no heroic romance.

There were just cold swords, spilled red blood, and fresh flesh that was gradually losing its temperature.

War never has warmth.

Brutal death is its eternal theme.

In this outnumbered war, there are enemies on all sides, there is no support, there are traces of tragedy as far as the eye can see.

Life and Death –

The lines have never been clearer, and never been so blurred.

The life that stands, the death of the fallen, the life of the murderer, the death of the slain - it is so clear, it is so clear, it is so clear, and yet it is ...... In this cruel battlefield, the fallen person may get up again, the killed person may get up again, and the person who stands, the person who kills, even if the hand of time only moves the body slightly, may become a loser and a dead person in the next moment.

In the midst of this chaotic war, Amy can't help but keep her spirits up.

He wasn't fighting alone.

There is a team behind him - although they have not known each other for a long time and cannot name each other, they are also companions who have ambushed deep divers together next to the blood ** circle.

After completing the scheduled mission, they discovered that the number of deep divers far exceeded expectations.

Instead of completing their original plan to defeat the monster army head-on, the large army was bogged down in enemy formation, with countless deep divers pouring in from all directions, and a small team of only a few people was overwhelmed in an instant.

If it weren't for the existence of the spiritual network, morale would probably collapse in front of this rare big formation.

After all, not everyone has the courage to face up to an overwhelming enemy.

Even so, however, the situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable.

The accumulation of fatigue is not even the main cause, the real cause is the presence of Joshua O'Neill - the weakness caused by excessive blood loss has nothing to do with the subjective will of the individual, no matter how unwilling and indignant the silver-haired and red-eyed Glory Man is, he cannot change the fact that he is weak in a short time, he will be a burden to the team.

But neither as the leader of the squad nor as his friend, Amy Ulysses could not see the "hero" who annihilated the Deep Diver reinforcements in one fell swoop as a real liability.

Teenagers should be helping.

- In fact, Amy did exactly that, as the only white-knuckle fighter in the team who could easily swim in the overwhelming wave of monsters, he included Joshua in the garrison circle from the beginning, although he couldn't take care of every corner in the face of the menacing deep divers, but the glorious ones who were weak and lacked strength due to excessive blood loss were not without the strength to fight.

However, under the wave after wave of offensives, it is only quite reluctant to protect itself.

But as time passed, fatigue accumulated, and the deep divers who had been scattered by the large force regrouped, the already unstable array gradually began to collapse.

As the leader and strongest point of the team, Amy's position is naturally at the front of the group, acting as the tip of the knife to break through the position of the deep divers, and reduce the pressure on those who follow him to a minimum.

Of course, the loss of his strength is also the largest.

The boy's breathing had become rapid and out of rhythm under the continuous, high-intensity fighting.

This is a harbinger of a near-collapse process.

However, he had nothing to do about it, but he could only grit his teeth and insist.

The formation of the team is similar to that of the wild goose as a whole, and Amy's role is very similar to that of the head goose, both of which bear far heavier responsibilities, tasks and pressures than the others, but he can't rest in shifts like the wild goose rotates the head goose - first, the pressure brought by the deep diver is too great to have this space, and the second is that no one else except him can afford this heavy responsibility.

Very few Glorious Persons who have awakened the ability of the Shaping Energy System spend a lot of effort to exercise their white-knuckle combat ability.

At least he doesn't have any in his team.

So you can only grit your teeth, grit your teeth, and grit your teeth again.

It's just that...... There was no hope in sight, the number of enemies seemed endless, and there was no trace of a large force in the sweat-soaked horizon, only layers of deep divers as far as the eye could see.

Indeed...... Tired.

Breathe – Breathe – Breathe –

The heavier and heavier wheezing sound made the boy gradually realize his limits.

also foresaw the end of the team.

But I don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe in that future.

Somehow, definitely!

— but no.

Amy Ulysses pursed her lips deeply.

There is a huge disparity in the strength of the enemy and me, the team configuration is unreasonable, if you want to find a reason, he can easily list a dozen, but knowing the problem does not mean that he can solve the problem, he has too few weights in his hand, so that he can't make a big gamble with fate at all, and can only stare at the imbalance of the scales of victory and defeat.

Defeat is only a matter of time.

And the specific time is in his hands.

As the tip of the knife that cuts through the forces of the deep divers, he is always under the greatest pressure, and in the formation that imitates the flight of geese, he is both the strongest point, but also the weakest and easiest to break through.

So—

Hang on!

The boy gritted his teeth, his black trench coat had already been stained red with blood, and it looked like a blood-colored strip of cloth draped over his body.

Swing the sword, swing the sword, swing the sword.

If you don't have enough once, you will do it twice, if you don't have enough twice, you will do it three times, and if you don't have enough three times, you will do it again!

The simple and simple truth was run through him, he just swung the sword mechanically, killed the enemy mechanically, and used his remaining strength perfectly like a miser.

How many times can you do it?

I don't know, and I don't need to know.

Persist until you can't hold on to it until you can't hold on to it——

In this way, the body gradually became numb, consciousness gradually blurred, and the hand holding the sword became more and more weak.

It's almost the limit.

No matter how much you insist, no matter how much you grit your teeth, you can't cross the limit.

Called the Human Limit.

So...... To give up, to succumb to objective reality?

Sorry – can't do it.

Depressed, depressed, hopeless...... These negative emotions have never been insulated from Amy, even if he is crumbling, even if he may be pierced by a spear in the hand of a deep diver at any time, he has never had the idea of giving up.

Don't see hope?

Then hold on until you see hope.

Can't hold on that long?

Then stick to the limit of what you can.

Already at the limit?

No—since he is not dead at this moment, there is still room for squeezing!

He fought like a dying man in a dazed and muddy manner until the sound of a trumpet came from afar.

Is that......

The young man subconsciously raised his head, and his unfocused eyes suddenly had a glow.

In front of him, several deep divers seized the rare gap and speared almost simultaneously.

Then the flower of death blooms.

Then the flower of life withered.

The big head flew up, and the hideous face was full of disbelief.

They...... He's dead.

The deep divers fell in pieces, like autumn wheat in the frost of death.

Swords tear flesh apart, scythes take heads, and the torrent of death is unstoppable.

It's not that they haven't put up resistance, but there are too many enemies, and they're too strong.

Numerical advantage?

No, it doesn't.

The number of Deepdivers who have been growing through the teleportation nodes scattered throughout Hemtika may have a terrifying number to kill, but that is only for the unusually limited number of Glory.

For the reinforcements who were awakened by the sound of the trumpet, it was far from enough.

They are the god of death in the night, but also the walkers of death, the grotesque black dress is draped over the body in a dashing manner, the only thing reflected in the dark eyes is nothingness, there is no blood on the miserable white lips, and there is no mercy in the stiff movements.

They just kill.

There were no words, no roars, just cold slaughter in silence.

They...... Not human.

It has a human appearance, but it is something else on the inside—a fact that Amy Ulysses can confirm with just one glance.

But what does that have to do with him?

Sighing softly, the boy stretched his stiff muscles as he adjusted the pace of his breathing.

Then turn back.

"Victory—" he said, but instead of seeing the joy of the aftermath in the eyes of the rest of the team, only the horror of something beyond their knowledge.

So, looking them in the eye, he asked, "What happened?"

No one replied.

After a long silence, it was Joshua who answered the boy's question: "I want to ...... They probably found out the truth. ”

"The truth?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

"It'...... too," Joshua glanced up at him, and there was no smile on his still frail face, "Amy, you never seem to have attended Hemtika's funeral. ”

"What does this have to do with the funeral?"

"Of course it does. Joshua shook his head and said in a low tone, "When the dead are buried, they wear the same clothes they wear, and you can even find the coat of arms of their family on their necklines. ”

In other words...... "things are still clear."

"They are the dead. The silver-haired red-eyed Glory One paused, "But at the same time, it is also our ancestor. ”

This is a veritable march of the dead.