Mu Tuo roared loudly and pushed away the heavy horse's falling ring broadsword, kicked Lin Ze near a war horse, and then raised his sword and stabbed straight at the door of a heavy horse. However, the other heavy riding sword on the side had fallen, and Mu Tuo quickly dodged, still scratching his shoulder.

On weekdays, Lin Ze often kicks this young man's ass and jokes, but I didn't expect that this young man finally returned the kick today, and he was so sacrificing his life for righteousness.

There are more and more heavy horses gathered to Mu Tuo, and there are more and more ghost soldier heads obtained by the young man's sword, but with one enemy and ten, there are more and more scars on his body...... Lin Ze watched Mu Tuo and the other negative soldiers fight without hesitation, and the heat in his heart finally burned again.

Stay alive!

The sudden strong will to survive cheered Lin Ze, and he stood up and quickly looked around the battlefield.

Since these heavy horses are summoned by the warlock casting spell, as long as you try to kill Liang You Cocoon, you can break the spell, or take away his spiritual weapon, maybe these heavy horses will be able to listen to their own call. But thinking and doing are completely different things, and they are powerless, how can they help Mu Tuo and them?

While Lin Ze was thinking, he touched the side pocket of the war horse and actually touched a stray fire projectile. This may be the only projectile left, albeit just a rudimentary ordinary power, it's better than nothing, and it must be put to good use!

Lin Ze took off the side bag containing the projectile and hugged it tightly in his arms, suddenly, he felt a strange sense of oppression approaching him, and the arrogant aura instantly made him feel uncomfortable, and he didn't need to look back to know that it was Liang You Cocoon who had arrived behind him. At this time, Lin Ze thought of a countermeasure that might break the net, although the fear in his heart was biting his heart all the time, and beads of sweat were flowing all over his face like a torrential rain, but this might be his only chance.

Lin Ze imposed a calm attitude, and silently lit the projectile fire twist in the side pocket.

Hearing only the sudden sound of gathering spirits, Lin Ze turned around and faced Liang You Cocoon, who was about to kill him with one blow. Suddenly, Lin Ze raised his hand and gestured in front of the side pocket containing the projectile, like the action of gathering spirits to cast a spell. Liang You Cocoon thought that Lin Ze was going to perform the art of resisting fire, and at the same time determined that the side pocket was the spirit weapon he was looking for, and quickly flew up, and kicked the side bag in front of him with a hook of his toes. Lin Ze pretended to grab it, and was hit by Liangyou's spiritual power more than ten meters away, and at the same time, the side pocket fell steadily in his hands.

Liang You Cocoon smiled contemptuously, opened the side pocket, and couldn't help but change his face greatly, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

A shattered arm scattered and split in midair, the sorcerer's chest and face were blurred with blood, and there was nothing below his right shoulder, except for the blood pouring down, and he fell to the ground in pain.

This explosion also affected the two teams of men and horses who were still fighting not far away, including Mu Tuo, several of them were exhausted, and when they were desperate, they suddenly heard the sound of the explosion, and the fierce and fierce Jianxi Heavy Riders just now all let out the same painful roar, and one by one they were like burned dead wood, all of them turned into pieces and disappeared in the wind.

It worked!

Lin Ze covered his chest that had been hit by spiritual power, looked at the black debris scattered all over the sky, and finally showed a trace of relaxation, and then collapsed to the ground due to physical exhaustion. Mu Tuo dragged his scarred body, rushed to the ninth brother as fast as he could, and excitedly held him up. Seeing that the situation had turned, the rest of the negative warriors also cheered and ran towards His Royal Highness.

This frail man has once again performed miracles!

However, before everyone could jump for long, Liangyou, who had become seriously injured, got up again, he pulled off the spiritual weapon on his neck, staggered and spread his only remaining arm, and looked up to the sky, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was communicating with heaven and earth, and as if he was asking for heaven. The streaks of water gathered again, and they looked more powerful than before, and just as the water streaks almost wrapped the whole person of Liang You's cocoon, he suddenly let out a loud cry and thrust the spiritual weapon into the ground under his feet, and a stream of spiritual power spread on the ground.

The incredible picture once again impacted Lin Ze's psychological defense:

I saw that the injuries and burns on Liang You's face and body gradually subsided, and even healed, but his expression became weak, his black hair gradually turned white, and wrinkles crawled all over his healing face, and the whole person seemed to be more than ten years old. At this moment, the ghost riders, who had obviously collapsed into ashes, gradually gathered, and turned into reality again, recovering their ferocious appearance in an instant. The black-headed war horse neighed highly, if it weren't for the fact that Liang You Cocoon was still missing an arm, Lin Ze would probably suspect that his feat just now was just a dream.

Everyone in the negative team was stunned, and the panic in their hearts washed away the joy of victory like a huge wave, and Lin Ze, who had been helped up by Mu Tuo, instantly weakened his feet and almost collapsed to the ground again.

This warlock actually did not hesitate to sacrifice the spirit weapon with his youth and lifespan in order to kill the prince of the negative cunning!

How much power does the ghost in this spiritual artifact give to Liang Youcoon? Can the wound be healed, and the killing can live! Is there still fairness! And is there no heavenly reason! If human beings want to be protected, can the savior be tricked at will? Is it normal that even a warlock can't kill his life? Is this reasonable?

Lin Ze's psychological state at this moment no longer has the slightest sense of tragedy, but completely jumped out and fell into the condemnation of God for maliciously making things difficult for him. He suddenly felt that everything in front of him was so unreal, all the sacrifices, all the generosity and pride, as if it was just guiding him into the play, making him, a modern man, a prince nine and a half, and letting him bear these physical and mental devastation for a weak chicken who didn't know what the hell age was. I knew that it was so heart-wrenching, it was better to die in prison at that time!

"Bastard! Fuck me!"

I don't know where the courage came from, or it can be understood as resentment, the angry Lin Ze pushed Mu Tuo away, endured the pain in his chest, stood up, and kept pointing at the sky and scolding. Of course, in the eyes of Mu Tuo and the remnants of the army, their prince has gone crazy.

"I, Lin Ze, am not from this world! I don't believe that you can really kill me!"

Shouting, Lin Ze walked straight towards Liangyou Cocoon, who was casting spells, Mu Tuo and the others quickly stepped forward to try to stop the crazy prince, but their prince was like a magic power at this time, and vigorously threw a few people away.

Liang You couldn't help but show his signature sneer, because the wound on his face had not yet fully healed, and the old face was lined with ravines, this sneer looked particularly hideous and distorted, and at the same time, the only remaining hand began to gather spiritual power, as if he was ready to beat the madman in front of him who took away his arm and dared to step forward to beg for death.

Lin Ze looked up at the sky, the light in his eyes was like a steaming flame, and then glared at the ill-intentioned Liangyou Cocoon, and suddenly stretched out his hand to him, almost using the strength of every cell in his body, and shouted loudly:

"I, Lin Ze, am the savior!

"Hahaha, Your Royal Highness, I think you're crazy......"

Before the sarcasm of Liangyou Cocoon was finished, everyone only heard the sound of a few crossbow arrows flying by, and when they looked at it, this light warlock had been pierced through his throat by a sharp arrow from his mouth, and with confusion, surprise and unwillingness, he turned into a veritable corpse.

Eh, is it really dead? Is it really helped?

Lin Ze couldn't help but look back in astonishment, only to find that it was not the gods who helped him achieve his wish, but people, a civilian army of negative soldiers was hurrying here a hundred meters away, and the strong crossbow in his hand kept sending out sharp arrows, and the arrows were all the throats of the enemy.

"The ministers are too late to save the car, please forgive your sins with His Royal Highness the Nine!"

The leader of the imperial army clenched his fist in front of his chest with one hand and knelt down on one knee in front of Lin Ze, who was in a trance. It turned out that when the monarch saw that his son had not returned to Fucheng for a few days, he was really worried, so he sent the elite imperial army left behind to respond, but he didn't expect to save Lin Ze's life, and it just happened to close the curse that Liang You cocoon died.

In the face of this artificial justness, Lin Ze was at a loss, he just raised his eyebrows slightly, and couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the sky that had not changed.

No one understands his mood at the moment, and there are only four words that can sum up all the helpless feelings: Providence makes people!

Although Liang You Cocoon was dead, this time, the Jairian Heavy Rider he summoned did not dissipate with his death, but became more energetic, brandishing the Falling Ring Broadsword and roaring, as if he had regained his freedom.

This roar also reminded the negative crowd that the battle was not over yet, and the ghost riders they would face might be loose horses, or unsealed undead, in short, it would be difficult to fight with flesh and blood.

Spiritual weapons! Spiritual weapons can control them!

Lin Ze didn't care about the ghost rider who was gradually approaching everyone, and rushed to the cold corpse of Liangyou Cocoon. Mu Tuo commanded the imperial army to cover His Royal Highness, and the crossbow arrows that flew out were firmly rooted in the body of the noble horseman, but the other party did not react at all. However, the attack of the ghost riders was deadly, and they discarded the broadswords of the Eye Falling Ring and replaced them with dark spears, which were probably their usual weapons.

At this time, Lin Ze was very devastated, and the spirit weapon was in the hands of Liang You Cocoon, but even if this dead ghost warlock was dead, he clutched his treasure tightly, for fear of being snatched away by a living person. Lin Ze couldn't break the fingers of the corpse, so he simply took the long sword, preparing to cut off this stubborn wrist. On the battlefield, cruelty was inevitable, but who knew that his sword fell, passed through the flesh and bones, and was slashing at the spirit weapon.

A ring of spiritual power burst out and spread, hitting Lin Ze's body, and His Royal Highness, who was already weak, was instantly shocked out like a light plaything. Forget about the shock, the tragedy is that he was shocked into the ghost riding procession.

Lin Ze, who was a little dizzy, slowly raised his head, only to see the nostrils of the black-headed war horse spewing violent air one by one, and above the war horse, the pair of dark and empty eyes stared at him upright, and the shiny spear blade was ready to fire.

Without waiting for Lin Ze's subconscious to guide him to react, a whistling immortal sword with a decisive sword aura had already pierced through the throat of the ghost rider, and in the next second, the figure of a young man flashed in the air, his knee against the ghost rider's breastplate and knocked it to the ground, and with a twitch of his right hand, he was pulling out his immortal sword. A burst of dust cleared, and the boy was Mu Tuo.

Mu Tuo looked back and smiled smartly at his ninth brother, but a smile was also the last free and easy.

The ghost rider has formed an impenetrable encirclement around the two, and the root spear stabbed at the two with a chilling slaughter, Mu Tuo withstood the impact of the spear with the power of one person and one sword, but while protecting the prince, he had to resist the attack, and the young man's physical strength was quickly overdrawn. The royal army was held back by the rest of the ghost horsemen, unable to rush in at all, all of which were swept away by Mu Tuo's afterglow.

Another round of spears stabbed directly, Mu Tuo's immortal sword only blocked part of it, while the other part was held under his armpit by his outstretched arm, and at the same time, two spears had already pierced his waist, and blood was spraying on Lin Ze's face.

The young man looked at Lin Ze, who was stunned by fright, turned his heart sideways, and made a final decision.

Mu Tuo shouted, swung his sword and cut off the spear on his head, and then with a twist of his wrist, he cut off the spear inserted in his waist, but the next moment, the young man slammed the only immortal sword that could save his life into the ground, hugged the spear under his armpit with one hand, grabbed Lin Ze's arm with the other, roared with a fit, and went down like a nail, using up the last strength of his whole body, and directly threw the prince out of the encirclement of the ghost horse.

"Brother Jiu, the negative has not yet perished...... Take care. ”

Lin Ze suddenly felt dizzy, and his body flew more than ten meters away in mid-air, and then landed firmly on a war horse. And the ghost riders around the young man raised their horses' heads one after another, their iron hooves raised high, and then suddenly fell......

"Mu Tuo......?!"

Lin Ze didn't see that scene clearly, that scene was far away from him, but the pain in his heart was like a thousand knives falling on him.

The negative imperial army quickly gathered around the prince, but Lin Ze didn't perceive these movements at all, he sat on the war horse, his expression became in a trance, and his eyes looked at Mu Tuo's direction in a daze, but he never saw the arrogant young man rushing to break through. Gradually, Lin Ze only felt that he was getting farther and farther away from the focus of his attention, and the black circle seemed to become a dot, and then, disappeared.

Suddenly, Lin Ze felt a tightness in his chest, and finally lost consciousness.

......

"Brother Jiu, how is it? The monarch didn't blame you, did he?"

"Brother Jiu, who do you think of?"

"So, I'm Brother Jiu's sword!"

"Even if Mu Tuo is crushed to pieces, he will protect Brother Jiu's whole body and return to Fucheng!"

"Brother Jiu, the negative has not yet perished...... Take care. ”

......

"Mu Tuo!"

Lin Ze, who woke up, sat up from the bed in an instant, his tears of grief had not dried, and everywhere he looked was the familiar negative style, he realized that he had returned to Fucheng and was in the dormitory at this time.

Dreams! Will it be dreams? It must be dreams!

This was Lin Ze's first reaction, with complicated luck and hope, how he hoped that everything was just a dream, but the pain in his chest reminded him that things backfired in his world, did it happen less?

Unable to care about much, Lin Ze dragged his sick body out of bed in a hurry, as if he still did not give up, how could that proud young man die so easily? He was going to look for him, and perhaps as soon as he stepped out of the temple he would see the boy leaning against a pillar and falling asleep.

The door of the palace was opened with a "squeak", and Lin Ze looked at it with expectant eyes, but the person who came in was not the arrogant young man he was thinking about, but his father, the monarch of the country.

"Father, where's Mu Tuo?"

Ignoring any etiquette, Lin Ze eagerly grabbed the monarch's arm and looked at the monarch with a pair of teary eyes, as if begging the son of heaven of this country to give him an answer that would not be desperate. The monarch did not blame his son for his rudeness, but he deliberately avoided his son's begging eyes, his eyes looked into the distance, and his face was full of solemn sighs.

"Done...... The rite of the celestial burial. ”

Almost at the same time as the monarch's answer, Lin Ze's feet softened, and he collapsed to the ground in an instant, the hope in his eyes completely disappeared, and there was not even a trace of emotion or pain, replaced by emptiness, gloom, and despair.

It's not a dream, it's never a dream, a thousand times and ten thousand times, fantasizing that maybe when he wakes up, everything will be back to normal, he is still the modern thug, living his own life. Even if he didn't have Mu Tuo in his time and space, at least he would know that in the distant past years and months, that arrogant boy might be boasting and ridiculing his ninth brother.

But every time he woke up, he was faced with one cruel reality after another.

"Now that my son has woken up, he will go with his father to the castle tower. ”

Lin Ze raised his head weakly and looked at the monarch who was slightly sad in his majesty. Obviously, he doesn't have any spirit to go anywhere now, he just wants to be paralyzed here, whether it's reminiscing about the past, whether he's drinking too much, he needs time to digest the pain of losing a friend.

However, the Negative Monarch is not ready to give him this opportunity to heal, or rather, under the fire of the Negative Country, no one has the time and right to feel sorry for himself.

"The warriors have done their duty, and so should my son. ”

Liability.

Yes, as a negative prince, responsibility seems to be an innate thing, even if he is not the real prince, and the heroic sacrifice of the general Linhong, Mu Tuo, and thousands of negative soldiers, are all really to protect this prince, to protect the country, with their lives to fulfill their responsibilities. Now, the slightest time lost by painful loss is a blasphemy against those heroic spirits, so he must ascend to the tower, and he must continue to fight without distraction, and fulfill his duty with the same courage, in order to be worthy of their sacrifice!

The negative monarch had already put his hands behind his back and slowly set off towards the city tower, Lin Ze stood up with his body struggling, the pain tore at every nerve in him, he just frowned and followed the majestic footsteps in front of him.

Above the city tower are two figures standing in the wind, and below the city tower are thousands of troops and horses surging and cruel fighting.

Lin Ze looked at the negative soldiers who were facing death all the time in the melee, and felt that the haze emanating from the monarch was getting heavier and heavier.

There is no hope for Fucheng, how can I fulfill my responsibility. With the king, sit upright on the main hall of the burden, waiting for the enemy, maybe that's all.

Lin Ze suddenly felt a black hole in his heart, yes, it would be better to end everything here.

"Do you know why my father didn't go to the city tower before?"

"Father...... It should be, I believe that the retainers can retreat from the enemy, but ...... The son disappointed his father......"

Bursts of guilt and unbearable emotions rushed against Lin Ze's heart. The monarch let out a hearty laugh, turned sideways, and looked at his son, who was bent over with his fists clenched, so young, a little similar and a little different from when he was in high spirits. The monarch reached out and patted Lin Ze's shoulder:

"My father once fought with Lu Wu's divine soldiers and the former monarch Ruan Di, although he was defeated and killed himself, his father also fell into a stubborn illness due to the loss of spiritual power in his body, and for many years, he has been relying on the seal of the immortal master Huliu to renew the mandate of heaven. ”

Lin Ze couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this. It turned out that the rumor that the monarch had been enlightened by a master of spiritualism turned out to be true.

"Then the father quickly sent someone to invite the Immortal Master to come, maybe the country of the negative will be able to ......"

"My son, do you know what the cultivator is?"

The monarch leisurely interrupted Lin Ze's imagination. Oh, I remember that before the war, the monarch of the country had mentioned to him that he had dreamed of playing against his father, winning one and losing two, and Lin Ze secretly blamed the monarch for ignoring the battle situation, and he seemed to have dreamed of something related to the chess game. So, can this cultivator help the negative to repel the Jairs?

Thousands of conjectures and speculations churned in Lin Ze's heart, but there was only one sentence that came out:

“...... Son, I don't know. ”

"The ploughing father is God, and when he sees it, his kingdom will be defeated, which is the will of God. Even if the immortal master Hulu is still in the world, he can't reverse the fate set by the heavens. ”

"Ah! it's Destiny again!"

Lin Ze couldn't help but burst out with a resentment. He does have a lot to say about this, these so-called missions, so-called destiny things have tormented him back and forth many times, and from modern times to ancient times, they can really be regarded as never abandoned, and they will not be relented.

The monarch was a little interested in his son's reaction, and there was a hint of surprise in the depth of his eyes.

"I don't believe in the destiny of heaven?"

"Erchen...... I'd rather not believe it!"

"Hahahaha! good! good!"

After three shouts, Lin Ze reacted, and the negative monarch in front of him had already drawn out his long sword, but this sword looked really ordinary, not at all like the divine weapon he had just mentioned.

Before Lin Ze could take a closer look, the monarch had already set up a posture ready to rush down the city tower and fight wantonly. But before he saw the king leaving, he raised his head to the sky and roared:

"My son is nine and a half! I'm sorry for you for my father!"

Then he turned his head to Lin Ze, who was slightly hairy in his heart, the swirling golden light in his eyes flickered, and said softly:

"Young man, live!"

After a brief pause, the monarch, who had always been majestic and restrained, rushed down the tower with a single arrow.

Lin Ze will never forget the bloody feast that broke the country: the monarch, or his father, broke through the powerful seal in his body that suppressed stubborn diseases, untied his body that had aged for many years, waved the long sword in his hand, and jumped into the battlefield of the beacon fire, like the return of the god of war, invincible. After slaying hundreds of enemy soldiers, he stood on top of the mountain of corpses piled up by the enemy, supported his body with his sword, and stood, swallowing his last breath.

In those short minutes, the sky fell apart, the ghost cried and the god howled, it seemed that there was a heavenly cry, crying for the ruins of a monarch, singing the brilliance of a hero!

And Lin Ze, at the moment when the monarch died in battle and mourned, suddenly his eyes went dark and he lost all consciousness.