Throat cut with a sharp object.

From the two corpses in front of the arched door, Amy Ulysses confirmed the cause of their deaths - their eyes were full of incredulity, and their throats had very obvious marks of being cut by sharp objects, but it was suspicious that the expressions on their faces did not show the distortion characteristic of the dying.

It's not normal, it's very abnormal.

Although the throat is the key to human physiology, the Glory One is wiped on the throat and dies instantly, only among those knights who are used to please the world, in fact, for the Glory Person, whose physical fitness is comparable to that of a monster, even if the heart is pierced This kind of fatal injury, the tenacious one can even continue to fight for several rounds, let alone just be cut by someone's throat, this level of injury is simply not enough to make the Temple Guard, who has always been known for their iron will, lose the power to resist in an instant- At the end of the day, it's only the enemy's ability, or authority, that causes all of this.

The ability to die?

Maybe add a speed add-on?

The boy was not sure, the samples of the two corpses were still too few after all, and the information he could provide was very limited, and at this time there was no need to worry about possible enemies, and without any hesitation or hesitation, he dragged his less obedient body to the corpses on the ground, and bent down to examine the fatal wounds of each corpse—as expected, there was only a wound in the throat on each corpse, and it was a one-hit kill.

Nope-

Maybe not all.

When he reached the seventh corpse, he noticed the hideous face of the lifeless young man at his feet, which was distorted and distorted by pain, sighed softly, closed his eyes that had never been closed, and then carefully examined this unusual corpse - there was not much to see from the wounds alone, all that was certain was that he had indeed struggled for quite some time, and even the vast majority of the shocking blood on the ground came from him.

This amount of bleeding is not enough for ordinary people to die a few times.

It should have self-healing ability.

But this willpower not to succumb to death alone is enough to be impressive.

Amy thought that the truth was now unknown, and that the ability to heal itself could offset the effect of instant death to some extent was the most plausible speculation at the moment, and he had no intention of continuing to delve into it - after all, for him who did not have the ability to heal himself, this information had no value.

What needs to be cared about is whether this victim who fought against death has left anything behind.

At present, there is none, but he doesn't think that a person who is so stubbornly resisting death will not leave any clues, and the reason why he didn't find it may be beyond expectations, either the clues are hidden very hidden, or the clues left behind are destroyed by people - for now, it should be the first possibility, with the arrogance of the dark princes, I am afraid that they will not look at the corpses on the ground even a glance.

So, what's missing?

The boy touched his chin, his gaze paused slightly in the pool of blood on the ground, and then narrowed.

No, maybe it's just covered up.

The Glory-Bearer bowed and cleared the blood from the ground with his hands—and sure enough, there was a faint notch on the marble floor.

"Don't look. ”

He read the line on the ground.

Don't look at what? Don't look at anything? Do you not care about the enemy's body, or does it mean that the enemy can manipulate some kind of illusion that affects vision, and even the handwriting itself falls under the category of not looking?

The lack of information makes everything weird again.

This kind of specious last words, vague can no longer be vague, Amy Ulysses shook her head, pulled her attention from it, and then got up - for this kind of clue that can be analyzed from multiple angles, there is no need to make up too much brain, as long as you are relatively attentive, blindly dwelling in it, you will only confuse yourself, and sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of thinking.

So, just act.

The boy has no reason to fear death, something that should not be watched? Even if he understands the opponent's body and knows the opponent's flaws, what if he understands the opponent's flaws? Even the inconvenient body cannot support him in battle, let alone fight against an enemy of the level of the Dark Lords, once encountered, there is only one death.

The light in his eyes was a little dim, and it would take at least three or five days for this injury to recover, and three or five days may not be anything in peacetime, but at the moment, when this indescribable chaotic evil creature is about to wake up, let alone three or five days, even if it is three or five hours, he can't afford to delay, and he must race against time - that is to say, I am afraid that in a considerable amount of time, he will have to drag this heavy injury to carry out the action.

But even then, there is no reason to give up.

He subconsciously wanted to clench his fists, but the pain of the blood scab and the tearing wound woke him up.

Is it already so weak?

Without too many words, the Glory One only glanced at the blood that trickled from his fingers, and then stepped forward again.

The temple of Hephaestus was large and almost closed to the public, and there were no signs on the road, but it was not a difficult task to simply go to the temple high priest.

for he is with the fire.

And fire, as the source of order, the beginning of all light, is born to resonate with the descendants of glory - it may be easier to understand here to paraphrase Ignati's statement - fire is the burned remains of the ancestors, and the blood of order in the body of the glorious is inherited from the first generation of ancestors who lit the fire in the chaotic field, and it is natural that there is a certain degree of resonance between the two creatures who are the flesh and blood of the ancestors.

So, following the inspiration of the source of the bloodline, the Glorious One did not hurry to the dangerous place.

That's right, dangerous place.

Since the enemy is likely to be the invincible Dark Ministers, their only target for breaking into the temple of Hephaestus could only be the fire enshrined inside the temple, and the High Priest Edgar Goldsworthy must be the last obstacle in front of them.

Although legend has it that the high priest who sacrificed fire in the temple of Hephaestus possessed mystical powers that were difficult to fathom, even the knights who followed the invincible banner behind the banner in the pre-ancient kings always maintained the highest level of respect for these hermits who shared the same fate and breathed with the fire.

But it is still unknown whether he can withstand the siege of the Dark Lords or an enemy of the same size. First, the enemy is prepared, it is difficult to say whether there is targeted preparation, and secondly, the power of the fire has long been weakened with the passage of time, and it is difficult to say that the power of the temple priest who is closely related to the fire still has some strength left.

But this is by no means a reason to leave it alone.

Tinder, which is the foundation of the entire existence of the city of Hemtica, can have terrible consequences if it is interfered with by hostile people - Amy even has reason to suspect that the chaos evil that destroyed the whole of Hemtika in the precursor of death was able to get out so easily, probably because of the attack on the temple of Hephaestus.

Of course, doubts are only doubts until they are truly confirmed.

It's just that...... The suspicion was so reasonable that he couldn't find anything unreasonable.

It's seamless.

Wait a minute...... What is a heavenly garment?

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the Glorious One was amused by something inexplicable in his mind—in a sense, it was a bitter pleasure.

But fate seemed to have played a small joke on him, even the bitter smile did not stop on his face for long, only after taking three steps, there was a burst of fire in front of his sight, there was no time to be surprised, the intuition that had saved his life many times had made him ignore the risk of the wounds on his body cracking again, and he drew his sword brazenly, and then faced the masonry that burst with the flames.

Chop Chop Chop Chop!

There was no time to hesitate, there was no time to breathe, the shock wave from the explosion carried the sand and gravel in his face, the scorching breath almost made the boy unable to open his eyes, and the fragments of masonry and stone that were shot like bullets were even more powerful, with his current physical state, he could not hold on to a few breaths under the onslaught of bullets.

Fortunately, the impact only lasted for a moment.

In the next moment, the heat wave emptied, and Amy only felt that she had hit a wall head-on, and then the whole person was blown away by the violent air current, and it took me not know how long before falling heavily to the ground.

"Gross-"

The first time he got up, the boy coughed up a mouthful of bruising that he couldn't even bow, and the dark red blood trickled down from his fingers, some of which spread to his arm along the blood scab on the back of his hand, but more of them fell directly to the ground, making a burst of "sizzling" sound on the scorching ruins.

As soon as the "...... this time spoke, the young man vomited a large pool of blood again, and even some fragments of internal organs could be faintly seen, and then he muttered weakly, "It's time to play with Dafa." ”

Even with the strong physique of the Glorious One, the wounds suffered this time can be described as fatal, the wounds in the body have long since dried up in the scorching wind, but the wounds suffered inside are not so easy to heal, and it is no exaggeration to say that the situation continues to deteriorate...... Probably, no, yes, it will definitely die.

Her eyes narrowed again, but Amy didn't care too much about her own life and death, and this kind of spare time to completely put life and death out of the way was not that he really detached himself from the materialized self and put the survival of Hemtika before his own life, but only based on trust in the aura of death.

Maybe there is a pair of big hands behind him that manipulate his fate, or maybe it is based on the original characteristics of his ability, when the death precursor appears, what he foresees has not been a one-way road to death, even if it is a crisis and despair, he has a chance to reverse the fate of the impending death.

This is difficult to explain by pure coincidence, the Glory Man does not intend to think about this doomed problem for the time being, maybe someone will do anything to break free from the shackles imposed on him by fate, but Amy Ulysses does not intend to be such an egotist, he cares more about survival than the fate on his shoulders, only by living can he have hope, in order to pursue the freedom he desires.

And now, he's fighting for survival.

Not just himself, but Yulia, and the whole of Hemtika.

For this, he did not hesitate to die.