Young glorifiers are no strangers to death.

He has wandered on the edge of life and death many times, escaped from the sickle of death, and has also taken the lives of his enemies without mercy many times, but when faced with the corpses of his companions, he found that he could not be indifferent at all, perhaps he could not experience the sadness that infected his heart, nor could he feel the hysterical anger, but the empty heart was indescribably uncomfortable, and for some reason, the corners of his eyes suddenly moistened.

Is it guilt, self-blame, or both?

It was difficult for the boy to articulate the complex emotions surging in his heart, and if he hadn't asked the Order for help, Mia would not have been sent to the lower districts, let alone break into the headquarters of the Dark Guild with him, and face the unspeakable chaos evil, which is ...... Without him, the sword-wielding maiden would not have died.

But fate is like this, everything has no ifs, everything is doomed.

The sword-wielder named Mia is dead, her body is getting cold, the blood is drying up, and with the passage of time, she can no longer see even a little vital sign on her body, even if she is unwilling to face reality, she must admit at this moment that the once majestic girl can no longer wake up, never open those beautiful emerald green eyes, and no longer accept his apology.

Because, death is such an unreasonable thing.

Sighing softly for the sword-wielder's end, the young man put down the melancholy in his heart for the time being—now is not the time to grieve for the deceased, even if the help from the Order has been completely lost, he has no reason to stop here, no matter how conservative he looks, he and the Dark Guild will already be in an endless situation after tonight, if they don't take advantage of the time to defeat them now, I am afraid it will be difficult to have such a good opportunity in the future.

Besides, it can be regarded as revenge for Mia.

Thinking of the girl who died because of him, the eyes of the Glorious Man couldn't help but darken, although strictly speaking, the sword-wielder died in an inflexible death battle, but he couldn't blame the dead for all the reasons - in retrospect, he may not have foreseen his own death at all, but the death of the sword-wielder, but Mia's vital signs disappeared at the same time, he was under the cover of the corpses of the cannibal monster, and his life was also hanging by a thread, so he subconsciously thought that it was his own death, and ignored other possibilities.

If I had thought of this at the time, maybe the ending would have been different.

Of course, it's just a matter of thinking.

He wouldn't put his dagger at his throat for the sake of the sword-wielder, he wouldn't gamble his life for the slightest possibility—in the end, he was just a selfish man who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and even if the noble blood of his ancestors flowed in his veins, he could not change his despicable nature.

The young man pursed his lips slightly, somewhat unwilling to think.

Even though the injuries on his body had become less in the way of time as time passed, he still had no intention of leaving this place and going deeper—he was waiting for someone, someone who should have been here a long time ago, but never appeared, someone who was necessary to continue deeper.

Apostle Dick.

But he didn't come.

Even if there were a thousand plausible reasons why he did not come, I don't know why, the worst possibility would always linger in the hearts of the Glory.

"Could it be you...... Dick. ”

Amy Ulysses narrowed her eyes, a high-level demon is definitely not a cabbage, even in the upper area where there are many masters, a high-level demon can play a pivotal role, not to mention the desolate and barren place in the lower area, it is definitely the ultimate weapon that any force keeps secret, and there is no reason to encounter it casually - maybe it can be explained by a very small probability event, but ...... After all, he couldn't trust the handsome young man who was always smiling.

Perhaps, while he was using the other party, he was also used by the other party.

The absolute disadvantage in intelligence made him like a blind man groping and crawling in the dark, completely led by the nose.

"What a mistake. ”

He said, but still didn't move.

Whether or not Dick of the Dice House had ulterior motives shouldn't be something he needed to think about right now - after joining forces with the sword-wielder to annihilate the High Demons, there was absolutely no room for relaxation between him and the Dark Guild, and even if there was a fisherman behind him, he couldn't have any intention of retreating in his heart.

Only forward.

Since he has become a knife in the hands of others, the top priority should not be to attack the master, but to kill the enemy first.

And then the autumn, the after, the calculation, the account—

Thinking like this, the glorious man's gaze froze slightly, and he raised his head slightly abruptly and looked into the distance.

I don't know when...... It's foggy.

The glorious blood inherited from the ancestors not only gave the Glory Ones the extraordinary ability to act as a winner, nor only gave them a strong physique, but also endowed them with many strange abilities - dark vision is one of them, as long as it is not in a completely lightless environment, the Glory One can act as if it were day, the underground of the Ildan mine is indeed shrouded in endless darkness, but Amy has always carried a fire streak amulet with her, acting as a weak but stable enough light source.

Thanks to this, he could see the fog surging in the distance.

Over here...... Why is it fogging?

A significant part of the Ildan mine is located in the fog zone, and it is not surprising that fog appears, but in that direction...... It must be in the direction of the lower district, and in terms of time, it is also daylight, the most powerful time of the day for the fire of order, and there is no reason why such a suspicious fog would suddenly appear.

Something has changed.

The heart of the Glorious Man sank slightly, but not to panic, as long as it was not for the action of the High Demon, he was sure of victory, in the previous battle he was like a rusty knife that had faded from the green and rust of repeated polishing, and climbed his fighting ability to an incredible situation like a rocket - compared to the battle-hardened sword-wielder, he may still be a little immature, but it is not far off.

But...... What does rocket mean?

Shaking his head, the boy put the ill-fashioned questions behind him for a moment, and then carefully examined the fog that was constantly closing in on him.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

Far beyond the speed at which the fog should move, the sudden appearance of the fog undoubtedly approached him purposefully, and as for what would happen when he got closer, he didn't have to think about it to know that nothing good would happen.

So...... Avoiding its edge?

No, it's not necessary.

Amy's chin raised slightly, anyway, sooner or later there will be a battle, so it's better to solve it neatly now.

It's not pride, it's a fact.

- There is no one to rely on.

The sword was drawn, but the Glory One did not advance.

He's not a sword-wielder, he doesn't have the supernatural powers to harness the wind, he's just a swordsman, a swordsman who can read the future of death - all he can do with these enemies who clearly have special abilities is use his brain, find their weaknesses, and ...... them Destroy.

Brute force obviously can't be done.

The boy emptied his mind and waited for the fog to come.

Sure enough...... The sight was deprived of the first contact between the two sides—the same as the fog that filled the night in the lower districts, nay, even closer to its prototype—the fog of the Nameless One that erodes the order, under its erosion, the Glory One not only cannot see what is close at hand, but also the five senses are confused to a certain extent, and the movement of the body is hindered in many ways.

Looks like a guy doing it in the shadows.

Amy speculated on the type of enemy, and those who were good at manipulating the fog might be proficient in long-range strikes or assassination, but no matter what type of guy hiding in the fog would be who had malicious intentions towards him, there was nothing wrong with being cautious, as long as he could survive the first wave of blows, the subsequent battles would be much smoother.

And yet—

Unconsciously, even unconsciously, a dagger pierced his vest.

Until his death, he still did not find the enemy.

Quite tricky guys.

Detached from the future foretold by the premonition of death, Amy Ulysses took a deep breath and put on a cautious look, while focusing her main attention on the back of her head, waiting for the moment when the enemy would reveal his true form.

However...... Didn't wait.

Until he died again, the boy still did not notice the shadow behind him.

This time it's not a foreboding future, it's a real ...... Death.

Amy fell heavily to the ground, and he was pierced through the heart, and he completely died in two blows.

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

"Ahem. ”

Counting, this is the second time tonight that it has been returned through death...... In the battle with the dark wizard Alfred, the Glory Bearer has realized that the ability of death aura is not a universal wishing machine that can be activated indefinitely, but a limited ability that can be used a certain number of times in a short period of time, with the accumulation of deaths, and the fluctuation of the strength of the person who killed him, the cause of backlash will be different, the only thing that is certain is that the more he dies, the weaker he becomes, and the more difficult it is to escape the fate of death that lies in front of him.

Blood spilled from between his fingers, and the boy's face was as pale as snow.

This time the backlash is not as good as the one killed by the dark wizard, but it should not be underestimated, as long as he is killed again, it is likely that he will be weak to the point of being vain, and at that time, it will be very, very difficult to organize a counterattack.

So - can't die anymore.

The boy didn't intend to repeat his previous mistakes, the death he had just made was a wake-up call, no matter what kind of abilities the person who killed him had, one thing was certain, that is, he would not be able to detect the imminence of the killing machine in advance, that is, sitting back and waiting for death would not work now.

Action must be taken.

Amy mentally made her next plan, and then began to wait.

Three, two, one——

The moment of death in the memory came again, the glorious one who had been prepared for a long time suddenly reflexed, and the short sword dark blood slashed horizontally towards the mist behind him, and then the sound of gold and iron intersecting suddenly sounded, and the dazzling sparks flickered, and the huge force from his hand made him stand unsteadily and fall to the ground, before he could react accordingly, in the moment of lightning and flint, a dagger as black as ink had been firmly inserted into his chest.

It's-

The boy's eyes widened, and then he lost his voice completely.

Amy Ulysses, death again.

"It's ...... for the third time"

Expected weak, the Glorious One vomited blood while trying to keep himself from falling, reflecting on his previous miscalculation.

That's right, the enemy is an assassin who is good at hiding, yes, but his physical fitness is not dominant, the opponent's strength is at least more than double his, and he can directly overwhelm him through a hasty parry, and then make up for it directly - this combat ability even in a head-on battle he doesn't have much bottom, not to mention that the guy is also proficient in assassination, no matter from which point of view it is a very tricky enemy.

What's worse is that his current fighting ability is greatly reduced due to weakness.

What to do?

He racked his brain for the question, and before he could come up with an answer, the dagger pierced his heart again.

For...... Why?

– The future is not static.

The boy who returned through the premonition of death for the fourth time already knew the cause of his third death, just as he was able to change the fate of death through the foreknowledge of the future, and when he showed obvious weakness, the killer hidden in the fog could naturally take him by surprise.

It's only now that I've figured this out, it's too late.

The glorious man who had just struggled out of death finally couldn't bear the backlash that befell him, and fell to the ground swaying, blood spilling from the corners of his lips uncontrollably, and then ...... It is mended again.

Will there be a fifth chance?

At the end of her life, Amy Ulysses thought so, and then lost consciousness.

He's dead.

What greeted me was a darkness that seemed to have no end.

There he saw fire.

- Ana's Fire.