A vulture flew over the top of the mountain, swooped with its wings curled up, and headed straight for the battlefield on the hillside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Where the breath of death was too much for the scavengers to resist, enough to let go of their fear of noise, the vultures craned their necks and let out a piercing cry of threat at their fellow citizens, only to find that to no avail.

The blue human vulture, which it had never seen before, recognized the Incas, a strange creature that, despite its age had taken it to the continent, would collectively kill its own kind, and it was only this strange creature that produced thousands of corpses.

Vultures come from the soul and love this animal from the bottom of their bones.

Its instinct stopped the same instinctive urge to fold its wings, swoop downward, and feast, and the vulture patiently circled the battlefield with its equally patient kind.

The smell of blood intoxicated it, and the airships that flew past it frightened it, but it was nothing compared to the piles of corpses.

It's like people in hell, caught between hope and fear, like beans in the center of a millstone, watching their hearts turn to powder, and holding on to their refusal to give up, but the vultures believe they are not in hell.

The only animal brain it had was unable to comprehend the complex concept of hell, and it was an absolute reason that determined its actions purely out of instinct, so no matter how much pressure it was put on by the growing number of its kind, the vultures did not leave.

It was still early afternoon, and the vulture waited patiently for the sun to set in the west, knowing that the creatures that were fighting on the ground would not continue to kill each other at night—though they were the only ones in the world who held the fire that lit up the night.

......

Tonnan glanced up at the vultures gathered in the sky overhead.

It was like a horrible vortex swirling at the zenith, and it undoubtedly represented death.

For a moment, a hint of absurdity flashed through his mind.

As an Aztec, his homeland is under threat, and he is almost certain to die here in the fortress of the Incas, and as time passes, he is doomed to nothing, and everything he has given will be in vain.

Magellan was fighting on blood, corpses rolling down steep slopes, and where Francie warriors passed, they simply jumped over the corpses in silence and continued to charge.

A storm of death was blowing in the place where he and the Morning Star were, and the blade was aimed precisely at the heart of any warrior who dared to step into this range, and death seemed to have finally found an exit to the underworld, where it reaped the living.

Tonnan was finally sure that the momentary absurdity felt completely simple.

Magellan fought himself, so he stayed in the fortress to command the battle, but now, the battle did not need to be commanded at all - no one could control this primitive killing frenzy.

The circling vultures are the simplest proof that this is nothing more than primitive cannibalism with no humanity or glory to speak of.

......

The sun has finally set over the horizon.

The humans on the ground ended the fighting, leaving corpses and blood on the ground and scattering.

It's time, the long-awaited feast for the vultures is about to begin.

There were still two humans there, both of them with a color that vultures had never seen before, which made the hovering scavengers suspicious, and their instincts resisted the urge to prey.

But the vulture finally decided not to wait, and for it, the threat of its own kind could no longer be ignored.

So it cocked its wings and swooped down towards the food.

The vulture cautiously moved away from the two men who were still standing, and landed on a corpse.

Then Morningstar's stabbing sword pierced its head.

"I don't hate your thoughts," Morningstar indifferently gripped the bayonet that flew back into her hand, "but I hate what you do." ”

"I have absolutely no ......"

"You have," Morningstar interrupted Magellan indifferently, "just out of your own view of right and wrong, you will not hesitate to do anything, and the king of the world is just an ordinary person, that's what you think, the only special one, Magellan." ”

"In my homeland, upholding the truth is a virtue that is taken for granted, and the price comes at all. ”

"The Bretons aren't so noble...... Morningstar sneered and put away his sword, "I just hope you understand that what you're after has a price to pay for." ”

"I'm not an enemy of the king of the world, and I don't think I'll have to pay that much. ”

"Anyone who prays for a miracle is nothing but asking the world for something they don't deserve, and if you die here, I will send your ashes back to Ruidu. ”

......

The old vulture tore at its muscles at an emaciated corpse, its remaining eyes looking at the two humans standing on the battlefield in the distance, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

This is the tenth day.

It enjoyed a feast here with its young counterparts for ten days, starting punctually every day when the sun sets over the horizon.

Aging prevented the vulture from fighting for the best spot, but because of this, it escaped the two dangerous human weapons and survived until now.

And this good life will continue.

The long lifespan has given the vulture some experience that its kind does not have, and it knows that until all the Incas here have fallen, and only the blue humans are left, the human cannibalism will not end, and new corpses will pile up every day.

......

Tonnan fell asleep standing up.

It seemed like it was only for a moment, at least he didn't know how long it had been since he lost consciousness.

It didn't matter anymore, Tonnan saw Magellan's back.

"What are you going to do?"

For some reason, he shouted.

Magellan stopped and turned around: "What?"

"Don't go," Tonan didn't know what he was talking about, or rather, he didn't know if he knew, "don't go and surrender to those Francis, we've held out until now......"

The sudden exhaustion of lightning robbed Tonan of consciousness, and by the time he found himself, Magellan was gone.

Tonan fell to the ground weakly, his heart full of frustration. For some reason, the strength that supported him suddenly disappeared. He, like all Inca warriors, originally just wanted a glorious death, and every day he didn't sleep and fought to the death, just the last of a true warrior before he died.

He never imagined that the pace of death would be so slow.

Tonan didn't know what Magellan was going to do, he just instinctively sensed that this man was different from all fighters.

And now, Magellan is preparing to end the war.

He never told anyone about his plan, only persistence beyond imagination can make it come true, and those who know the plan cannot stick to it.